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As Rio finally detaches herself from the lips of Isogai-rather apologetically as she saw the poor guy’s weak stance- she's greeted with aspiring looks of awe from the onlooking females and an well impressed Irina.
For context purposes, Irina had taken it upon herself to teach the females of Class E seduction techniques, insisting it was an needed skill in the life of an assassin. While the boys went out and were taught by Karasuma, the females were being taught about hit kisses, with Isogai unfortunately used as the one taking the kisses. Of course, when Irina had mentioned they needed an male to practice on, other boys in the class had eagerly offered themself up, but was rejected in nearly half a second. Ultimately, Irina decided upon Isogai as their victim. At the very least, Isogai was an gentleman, or at least not an perverted hormone infused teen, so they would take what they could get.
After an brief demonstration, Rio Nakamura went up first to test out the instructions. Needles to say, she had nearly wiped the floor with Isogai, dealing him a 31 hit and leaving the poor guy stunned and breathless.
“Wow! That was totally amazing!” Kayano’s voice breaks the stunned silence as she lightly applauses her, “31 hits, Rio?! I can barely even do five!”
“I agree. That was quite an feat for someone your age. Let’s say we try to up it a notch next time, hm?” Irina nods her approval, and then turns to the male victim himself. She delivers an light kick to his side; but not as aggressive as she usually would, she was partial to the kid in particular because of his more gentle and innocent nature, “Hey, do you want us to replace you are you going to keep dying there?”
Isogai grins sheepishly. “I may have just got the wind knocked out of me for a second, sorry.” He turns to Rio. “That was a good run, Nakamura, that would render any guy to his knees” He says appraisingly.
Rio beams back at him, pleased, then tilts her head to the side thoughtfully. “Yea, I just wish I had an harder target, I feel like I would be able to focus more and see what it would really be like to use it forcefully, y’know? ” Rio rubs the back of her head, only to shoot Isogai an apologetic glance. “No offense or anything, prince poverty.” Aforementioned Prince Poverty waves an dismissive hand.
“None taken.” He responds cheerfully. On the side, Irina nods thoughtfully at the blonde’s words.
“You’re right, an hit kiss really is dependent on the target. It’s a shame there isn’t someone else who would be more difficult..” She pauses, tapping her chin with fine manicured nails, and then blinkes as if realization had dawned upon her. She snaps her fingers with an resounding click. “I think I’ve got the next target.”
“Alright, shoot.” Rio says easily as the other girls leans in curiously.
Irina points a finger at the blonde haired teen determinedly. “Your next target is that orange haired brat from Class A.”
There's dead, profound silence.
Then the room explodes into noise.
“Asano?! Professor bitch, are you crazy!?” Toka shriekes.
“Imagine our reputation once word gets out that Nakamura randomly made out with the principals son! No way!”
“He’s such an bastard, too! You can’t subject Nakamura to that!”
“That’s humiliating!”
Irina set her teeth, an large tic mark bulging on the side of her face. “Shut up!” She roars, breaking into the squabbling complaints. Silence instantly impregnates the room, and Irina takes the silence to compose herself, exhaling deeply before continuing. “Alright, let me get one thing straight to you. This is not some teen crush crap I’m subjecting her to! This is for practice, the kind that is vital for an assassin. There's parts of being an assassin that isn't going to be what you want to do, but that's just life. And if you can't handle that, the door's wide open!" She ends with more bite than usual, jabbing a finger to the doorway.
The girls fall silent, mumbling amongst themselves, before Hinano hesitates, “Well, we know that, professor bitch, but really! Couldn’t you choose Karma or something? Asking her to take on Asano is too much!”
Irina shakes her head defiantly. “No if’s ands, or buts! No seductress can pick and choose her targets, it just doesn’t work that way, darlings. I don’t want to go into detail about how many crusty old men I’ve had to seduce!” The girls quickly quieted at that sentence, openly shuddering in repulsion as cursed mental images flared in their minds.
“Now.” Irina says, much more composed. “Nakamura. I haven’t heard your input.” She turns to the blonde, who seems surprisingly collected about the whole ordeal, watching her classmates squabble over each other with an readily amused expression. “You asked for an harder target, and I’m giving to you. Think of this as extended training outside of class. Do you accept it?”
Rio hadn’t disclosed this information to just anyone, but the blonde was actually quite closer to Gakushuu than others would imagine. Everyone knew that Karma and Asano had an heated rivalry, but what they didn’t know was that the third blonde headed genius was left out of the loop, and instead formed an friendly relationship with Asano.
She wasn’t even sure how it happened, she was dragged into an discussion with Karma and Asano, and it somehow escalated from there. God forbid the two actually hung out after school, but had civilized talks and even teased each other from time to time concerning grades when given the chance. But they both knew that they wouldn’t disclose of their not-so-bitter rivalry, due to the genuine bitter rivalry between the two classes.
Still, despite their distant friendship that could surely be broken at a single reckless kiss like this, she couldn’t help but wonder what Asano’s face would look after she would execute the action on him. No doubt the little bastard’s face would look as if he had stepped in a pile of dogshit. Priceless. She should bring Karma with her to record evidence. And it was for practice, anyways, and she had to concede that Asano would be a tough nut to crack.
‘I am up for a little entertainment..and this is for my personal gain..’ Finally, Rio caves in with herself, and then smiles at Irina. “Deal. I’ll accept it.” Seeing Irina’s surprise written under her face, Rio shrugs. “Like you said, it’s training, right? It’s not always something that’s easy or desirable, this’ll just be a first step.”
Irina nods her satisfaction with her response. "Alright. That's settled. Now, onto the next person. Kayano, get up here!" While Irina is busying herself with intructions, Rio slides just out the entrance of the room as her phone, buzzed in the pocket of her skirt. Once out of range, she leans against the hallway wall near the entrance and scrolls through her notifications.
(1 missed call from Karma)
(2 unread messages from Karma)
Karma: I guess I shouldn’t have called you while you were in class.
Karma: So, you’re really going to do it?
Rio blinks and pokes her head into the classroom, only to break into a wry grin. Reflected in the glass panes of the window, she sees the lightest hint of crimson hair poking out from the corner. The sneaky bastard must’ve been listening in the entire time instead of attending Karasuma's class. Grinning rather proudly, she texts back.
Rio: You bet. I want to see the expression the snotty shit'll make. I’d figure it’d sink his reputation too. What’s worse than the top student having an alleged make out session with an Class E delinquent?
Karma: Huh. Thought you two were friends?
Rio: Please, Asano's an rival, and anyways, the little prick had it coming for him
Karma: But you’re on a first name basis, hm?
Rio: That’s not important
Rio: What’s important is that I need someone to help me film Asano’s reaction after I do the liplock action on him. Perfect blackmail material. You know anyone up for the job?
Karma: I may
Karma: 6 a.m. tomorrow at the main campus hallway?
Rio grins. She could always trust her partner in crime.
Rio: You betcha