7 COTE
[Haruka Hasabe]
Advanced Nurturing High School.
In this high school, meritocracy was paramount, shaping every aspect of the educational experience.
Academic achievements, extracurricular accomplishments, and leadership qualities played pivotal roles in determining students' standing.
An environment where individuals were rewarded based on their merit, encouraging a culture of hard work and excellence.
This was not a simple school, but a miniature warzone funded by the government. Its aim was simple, to lead Japan's future with individuals who would be aware of how the real world worked the moment they graduated.
After all, life was a century-long battle and those that lack the necessary skills to survive and thrive will simply fade into the obscurity of mediocrity.
In this school, every class had to fight against each other. Manipulating others, discarding allies, or outsmarting the system, such skills were necessary to climb to the top.
Those who lacked the ego of ambition had two outcomes— one where they would simply never reach the top or one where they were already at the peak.
Ayanokouji peered over his classmates, if one were to ignore the blonde who was fixing his hair in the mirror, the air of the class was incredibly grim.
The seat in front of him was empty but 'he' who was still not here had left such an impact on the class that most still didn't understand what to do.
His seat wasn't the only one that was empty.
Three more people were missing from the classroom.
It was the same classroom, but nonetheless, it was distinctly different.
The atmosphere was heavy and everyone was disheartened.
No matter who ended up getting expelled, the situation would've probably still turned out like this.
To ensure the future success of the class as a whole, who was necessary? Who was unnecessary?
There were three more empty seats. Why they hadn't been removed was a question that probably lingered in everyone's mind.
He did not doubt that whoever would look at these seats would be reminded how a fellow student, who was happily interacting with them just a few days ago had cut off three of their classmates.
The reason?
He had deemed them worthless.
Class D was stuck under overwhelming pressure.
Sudo, Ike and Yamauchi simply could not resist as they were expelled. The whole threat of expulsion, to whoever thought the school wasn't serious at first was hit with harsh reality.
It was 8:45 am and class would start at 9 am. Class D which would usually have several late students was nowhere to be seen.
Advanced Nurturing High School.
It was a school where meritocracy ruled and even if they could avoid expulsion by doing the bare minimum there was a ruthless dictator in the class who could decide your future.
Or rather that seemed exclusive to Class D.
Yamamoto Tatsuya.
Why... Why did a first-year student have over 3 million private points?
To the class, it made no sense, and to humans, the most terrifying thing was the unknown.
Ayanokouji looked over to his side and studied Horikita's expression. She looked conflicted as her eyes would flicker to Tatsuya's empty seat.
Interesting.
He thought.
He expected something different. He had expected Horikita to either act as usual and wear her cold look or appear disheartened.
But her expression suggested something else.
There were several factors to take into consideration why she was behaving so oddly making it hard to accurately predict what she could be thinking.
His eyes slowly drifted to Hirata.
"He's crazier than I thought," Horikita said, her voice low.
The 'he' Horikita was referring to was, of course, none other than Hirata. He was sitting motionless at his desk, as if in a daze.
He had been like this ever since Yamauchi, Ike and Sudo left the classroom.
"Hirata-kun… Uhm…"
Mii-chan timidly called out to him, concerned about his well-being.
However, Hirata only slightly shifted his gaze to look at her and didn't say anything.
How did Hirata feel about this now?
The answer to that was something only he knew. In any case, there was no other choice for him but to keep moving forward.
If it were any student who had faced such mental pressure they wouldn't have come to class but the very fact that Hirata would never want to harm the class made him attend class.
Tardiness would lower the class points.
The kind Hirata wouldn't allow himself to do that.
It was sad.
Probably the only person he genuinely considered a close friend had betrayed him and the class.
The worst part wasn't that the students had been expelled, it was the lack of care Tatsuya seemed to have for the class.
After an entire day, almost everyone understood that Tatsuya had deliberately lowered the marks just enough for them to fail and then cause the class to go bankrupt.
No one blamed Horikita, they didn't know she was aware of Tatsuya's decision beforehand.
Some considered it sadistic while some thought it was him trying to preserve his points.
But thanks to Horikita, his plan had been 'revealed' and his true nature had been exposed.
...
I had messaged him several times yesterday but he didn't answer me. It filled my heart with sadness.
The reason I came to like him was not because he was handsome. It was because he was the only calm and mature individual among the male classmates besides Hirata.
Hirata was too indecisive for my liking and as such it didn't take me long to fall for him, the other mature individual in class.
I admit it.
I, Haruka Hasabe, liked him.
When someone like Tatsuya constantly catered to my needs and paid me special attention it was hard for me to not fantasize about a relationship with him.
Initially, I wanted to be alone, to isolate myself.
When I evaluate myself objectively, I consider myself a bad person. Everyone has at least once or twice, done the sort of thing for which people say, "You must not do that".
For example, ignoring a red traffic light. Even if it was done without any malicious intent, everyone at least has some experience of doing such things.
For example, not returning the excess when you receive too much change. It doesn't matter whether it was over by one yen or ten yen, in most cases, when the clerk makes a mistake, the majority of people wouldn't return the excess.
For example, spitting or littering on the side of the road. They're all very petty and insignificant actions, but they're still crimes, nonetheless.
But with only experiences such as these, I wouldn't consider myself a bad person.
But I…
Actually, from someone else's perspective, it might only have been a trivial matter.
However, I was weighed down by my past and decided that I would refrain from making any new friends in high school.
I felt nervous when interacting with strangers.
I wanted to enter my own little world where I'd keep my distance from those who used to be my friends and wouldn't interact with anyone.
That's why, when I learned of the existence of Advanced Nurturing High School, I thought that this place would be able to grant my wishes and hence I decided to go there.
That was the plan, but by the time I noticed, I'd already fallen for him.
...Yamamoto Tatsuya.
****
I was able to get back my youth. At least, that's what I thought.
Had he lied to me? Would he expel me too if I was 'worthless'?
Doubts began creeping in my mind.
His growing indifference to me had left me in a state of panic. Was all the care and interest he showed me just an act?
It felt heartbreaking.
I was beginning to regret my decision, I shouldn't have tried to make friends in the first place. Karuizawa's group was incredibly toxic and the way they sniped at each other covertly was disgusting.
I didn't like Karuizawa as well, her attitude was incredibly bitchy. I tried my best to get along with them but it was impossible.
I should've been a loner from the start, that would've been better. The false hope of leading a normal life had led me astray.
Involuntarily a sigh escaped my lips.
It was fine.
At most, I'll go back to being a loner.
It was fine...
I looked over the class. The air in the room was incredibly depressing.
I still can't believe Tatsuya would treat the class like this.
Giving the class hope before stripping it away was nothing but the devil's work. There was no other way to describe his actions.
Was Tatsuya really the right choice? My heart was warning me, it was throbbing painfully as my thoughts swirled.
I'm glad that three perverts were gone, and if I were to think like that, Tatsuya's actions didn't seem too bad.
The very fact they wanted to place cameras in the changing room was disgusting. Now that I think about it maybe Tatsuya hadn't made a wrong decision.
But in the end, he hurt the class.
Maybe... Maybe if Horikita didn't expose him we could've just let this matter pass over. I don't understand Hirata's behaviour, why had he so desperately tried to save them?
Was the extent of his kindness really that far?
It felt sketchy.
But just as I was doubting his intentions I noticed that the class had gone incredibly quiet. It was as if someone had pressed the mute button.
Even the occasional whispering had disappeared.
What happened?
I was startled and my head snapped to the door.
I understood the class' reaction.
The class went silent, and he walked in, calm as ever. No one dared to talk to him, and even Hirata remained motionless as ever and he barely glanced at Tatsuya before shifting his gaze away.
My breath hitched as he passed by my seat without greeting me. He sat down in his seat and plugged his earphones in before closing his eyes.
A few heads turned, most glancing at him occasionally. I'm sure they must've felt betrayed, especially the girls.
It was unnerving how his mere presence had turned the atmosphere so pressing. Usually, he would be greeted harmoniously upon entering the class but after what happened yesterday that was impossible.
"Yama-kun..." I whispered to myself.
Maybe I'll be forced to stop calling him that.
...
Chabashira walked in with a steady gait, the look on her face frigid. She noticed the state of the class immediately and wasn't surprised.
Her eyes briefly flickered to Tatsuya before she returned her gaze to the class. She contemplated whether she should try to motivate them or let them deal with it on their own.
Tatsuya's words still lingered in her mind.
If she were to describe him in one word it would be— Delusional.
She didn't expect his motives to be so foolish. He wanted to have a relationship with her... She couldn't help but scoff.
Even if she were to disregard the age gap her heart had closed off years ago. There was no place for any other.
He would only be disappointed.
Thoughts like these clouded her mind as she mechanically finished class. The dates of the final exams would be soon announced and the special exam would be held during the summers.
The Island Exam.
She could already imagine the sheer chaos that would occur should Tatsuya go out of control. She could only hope the class would go back to normal.
If things were to go like this and should Tatsuya stop helping the class, the destruction of Class D was imminent.
If that were the case...
"I'll have to take a dangerous gamble..." She whispered to herself as she announced the end of class.
Her eyes briefly travelled to the calm-looking brown-haired boy.
Desperate situations call for desperate measures.
With that, she exited class without sparing Tatsuya another glance.
...
Hmm, is she trying to avoid me?
I wouldn't be surprised. To her I was just a kid drunk on power, someone who was probably delusional.
Chabashira Sae...
I'd deal with her eventually but for now—
I glanced at the message on my phone and a smile slipped.
It was just like her, she wouldn't hesitate to take the initiative.
I got up and noticed a few people flinching. Were they really that shaken up by me? Hadn't I just expelled three troublesome students?
Ignoring Kushida's odd glances and Karuizawa's hesitant face I walked out of class and headed towards the rooftop.
In the meantime, I sent a message to Hasabe.
I'm actually feeling bad for the poor girl, I'll have to fix her stress by today, the way she looked at me was pretty pitiful.
Like an abandoned puppy.
After telling her to meet me in my dorm room after today's classes I waited patiently. The wind whistled through the cloudy sky as the sun peeked out repeatedly.
How beautiful.
Nature was truly transcendent. I've always been subconsciously attracted to it even from my previous life.
I leaned against the railing and the sound of light footsteps entered my ears.
Soon the door opened once again and I was greeted by a beautiful individual.
Her long silky black hair cascaded down her back reaching her waist with one braid tied with a pink bow.
Her eyes were a shade of gradient red.
She had her usual stern look on her face but the confusion and hesitation in her eyes were so beautiful.
Her slim yet well-endowed body was arousing.
We were alone on the rooftop and it was unlikely anyone would come here at the moment.
This was dangerous.
It was extremely dangerous.
A moment of slipping up and this conversation might just lead to me raping her here and then, without a moment of hesitation.
"Since you called me here might as well speak up," I said.
We were both looking at each other silently but the breaks between classes were only ten minutes each.
I also needed a conversation to distract myself.
"I want an explanation."
She got straight to the point, her beautiful crimson eyes glaring at me.
"Your words last night... What did you mean by that?"
It really was astounding how she'd rather clear things up than uselessly dwell over it.
She was truly something else, you know? Instead of getting all tangled up in things, she preferred sorting them out.
Just for a moment, I saw a leader in her— the future Horikita Suzune, a force to be reckoned with.
But for now, she was still too immature.
"I don't think I understand."
My response seems to have irked her if the veins popping on her forehead were to say anything.
But in the end, she sighed, "Why are you like this? Do you like confusing other people? You know what I'm talking about."
The wind gently tousled her hair, I maintained a momentary silence, "Why are you confused, Suzune?" I pressed, going on the aggressive.
Girls like her, the more you let them think it through the harder they become to break. Instead, you should repeatedly poke at their mental barrier, again and again and again till the point her mind was full of nothing but you.
To have her thoughts consumed by nothing but you.
She seemed surprised, "But..."
Her showing up here seemed a bit impulsive. The silence spoke volumes about her mental state. How was Horikita Suzune, who couldn't stand me, handling this out-of-the-blue confession?
Feeling amused, I felt a little pity. I wondered why I couldn't muster any real feelings for her or any of the other girls, just lust.
"I'm sorry but I'll have to decline. I have no intentions of getting into a relationship with anyone till I graduate. But don't misunderstand even if I were to date during high school, it would never be you."
As her frosty words registered to me, I couldn't help it.
A low muffled chuckle escaped my lips as I hoped to have felt something from the rejection.
I never doubted that she would not accept my proposal.
But...
Was I always like this? Even before this whole multiverse journey, was I always this twisted from the beginning?
The beauty standards of fiction— was it an appropriate excuse for my inability to develop romantic emotions?
Perhaps blaming the standards set by fiction for my lack of romantic depth was just a convenient scapegoat.
"It's somewhat sad that from the entire conversation we had last night the words you focus on are the most irrelevant ones..."
"Alright, Suzune."
I said and walked past her without sparing her another glance.
It didn't matter how she felt about me from the start. The game I was playing didn't consist of a bad ending, I, the winner was decided from the start.
Your consent never mattered Horikita.
...
She stood there, just watching his figure fade away, and a storm of mixed emotions swirled within her.
His words, the audacity of that unexpected confession, and the cool rejection she'd thrown at him replayed in her mind like a chaotic movie.
"Why now?" she muttered to herself, trying to make sense of the mess he'd just dropped on her.
The clarity she usually relied on was replaced by this tangled mess of frustration and confusion.
The wind played with her hair, almost mimicking the whirlwind inside her. She wondered if his aggressive approach was just a way to mess with her head or if there was something more vulnerable beneath the surface.
The whole thing had not just thrown her off balance; it had exposed a side of him she didn't see coming.
Her rejection was supposed to be firm, but his nonchalant response and that low chuckle left her feeling uneasy.
Was he finding this amusing, or was it a cover-up for deeper emotions? Did he genuinely have feelings for her or was this just another twisted game?
"Irrelevant words...?" She pondered over it and made her way to the door, being late to class was the last thing she wanted.
It was somewhat true. She had subconsciously ignored everything he had said to her and focused on the confession part.
Or rather, she didn't dare to. The moment she pondered over his words her resistance to his actions would become irrelevant.
She would have no further reason to go against him. Becoming the leader of the class was something she didn't care about, the only thing she cared about was reaching Class A.
And since Tatsuya had opened her eyes about the true reason her brother was avoiding her it made all her efforts over the past decade seem like foolishness.
What reason was there to avoid a normal high school life now?
Maybe because it was the most unexpected way the conversation had ended it left her more perplexed about something she didn't quite understand.
Love?
She had never really thought about it.
It was a waste of time from her perspective.
But maybe just maybe... Should this love of his be genuine—
Could she use it for the class' benefit?
.
.
.
Classes resumed and everyone was settled once again. Horikita had returned to her usual self and ignored Tatsuya.
As time passed the tension in the air slowly dissipated as those from Class D noticed Tatsuya's lack of involvement in anything.
Besides attending class he did nothing.
It was peaceful but creepy.
Yet there was something more concerning.
...
Tatsuya arrived at the cafeteria and went to buy a meal ticket. Ever since he arrived in Japan, the cuisine here had fascinated him.
He had stayed in a hostel before but the food was atrocious. But ANHS being the government-funded school it was had meals that could rival fancy restaurants.
Of course, as soon as he entered almost 70% of the student body's eyes were on him. He wasn't new to this but it usually was only 20-30% with it mainly being the girls.
But now?
His eyes discreetly swept over everybody and he noticed many second-years and third-years glancing at him while gesturing to their friends.
So news spread huh...?
He didn't know who it was but someone had posted a message on the public forums of the school.
The post highlighted how a first year spent millions of points to expel three of his classmates.
Most first years still couldn't grasp the magnitude of the action that Tatsuya had taken... but the senior students?
They felt a chill crawl down their spine, immediately denying the news.
They had spent more than a year fighting each other through many hard trials. Private points were the key to victory, it couldn't be denied.
So how did he gain so many points? This was the most common reply on the post.
There was even a thread where many speculated that he must have had an extremely influential family and was abusing his status.
But that rumour was shot down as quickly as it sprung up. ANHS has been active for almost two decades now and many students who had influential students did join but here status did not matter.
You were just another common student.
The only thing that could create a hierarchy in this school was individual capabilities.
Shaking his head of useless thoughts he bought the most expensive meal and patiently waited.
Students poured in and out of the busy cafeteria and yet Tatsuya saw something interesting, a long line was held in front of the free section of food.
Tatsuya almost couldn't hold his laughter in after seeing that 70% of the students in that line were from none other than his class.
Class D.
But he wasn't cruel enough to mock them even further and thus he ignored the glances of annoyance and even anger from his classmates before finding an empty table and collecting his food.
Tatsuya never found it pleasurable to torture or make things difficult for others.
Ok, that was a lie, maybe a little bit.
But yeah, the only reason he needed the class under his control was to make sure the women around understood that he had the strength to back his words.
As long as you didn't get in the way of his 'horny' and his 'horny plans' you were fine.
That's why he actually considered warning Hirata beforehand.
He did consider him a friend, a good one at that. But boobies came before friends, at least for him.
Not an admirable trait but hey, being a rapist murderer wasn't one either!
"11000 yen huh..." he muttered looking at his food, "Is that about $70, I might be wrong but I should be close..."
"I've been avoiding this one but oh well..."
For some reason, he couldn't find the idea of spending almost $100 on one meal right? Maybe it was his middle-class upbringing but it just felt wrong.
But since he's already committed rape and murder, what was wasting money on food that was probably overpriced?
His eyes landed on his tray once again and he gulped, licking his lips.
Tender Wagyu beef, sushi rolls with fresh seafood, and a bowl of miso soup with tofu and seaweed. For dessert, there was sweet green tea parfait with red bean paste and mochi.
It was definitely a luxurious meal.
Food was the second-best thing after rap-
Cough.
Sex.
...
After finishing, he released a contented burp.
He had grown accustomed to the stares; it would have been uncomfortable if he hadn't been receiving them since he arrived.
"So this is how the popular live? It's definitely annoying..." The fun he had from being the centre of attention has died out.
Though...
He looked at the empty table he was sitting on and felt a little sad. It was certainly boring to have lunch alone, just a few days ago the seats around him would've been full of students chatting and laughing with him.
In the end, he was also human, he too felt emotions. He didn't just feel lust.
He got up from his seat and left.
Next time, he would force Airi to have lun—
"Wait... According to her dream, she might actually like having lunch with me..." Tatsuya didn't know how to feel about that.
Was this really an anime world doing its thing or was it just a simple case of Stockholm Syndrome?
If it was, then it was quite dangerous.
Feeling a little funny he laughed as he walked along the bustling sidewalk. He had noticed something interesting during this solo tour of his.
Now, why would he even come to the cafeteria when he could have something hand cooked by Airi while getting a blowjob?
The only time he ever went to the cafeteria was when he was invited and that now was impossible.
The only reason he was walking around the campus randomly was to gauge a certain someone's intentions.
He noticed a few class C students trying to sneakily observe him. How could they be so bad at tailing someone?
Was Ryuen mocking him by sending such imbeciles to monitor him?
"Ryuen, please send Hiyori after me, if you do I'll tell you why I have so many points."
If Ryuen really sent Hiyori after him then he would send him a few hundred thousand points as thanks.
He had almost forgotten about her since she didn't have a significant role in the novel.
Well, at least in the later volumes there wasn't much of her, probably due to the author finding her character hard to write.
Tatsuya couldn't comprehend this. To make a character which you didn't know how to write.
"I mean, if somebody were to write me wouldn't it be easy? Though if whatever I'm doing is being recorded somewhere the one orchestrating it has to be a perverted dumbass, even more so than me."
Tatsuya scoffed before eyeing the "spies" of Class C and suddenly his eyes widened. Two girls whose names he didn't know, Ishizaki and—
What the fuck?
Why the fuck was Albert among them...?
Tatsuya felt like crying.
How could someone send a large bulky black man who was supposed to be a high schooler wearing shades to spy on someone!?
"This has to be a joke... Maybe I'm just overthinking it? They could just be hanging out, yeah that could be it."
After lying to himself he went back to class. Since there was no Hiyori in the group he lost interest. Ah~ that cute little angel, he couldn't wait to have his hands on her.
He was half tempted to skip class and just rush into Class C before fucking her on the spot. Just imagining it had him horny.
Well, at least he'll have a new avenue to dispose of his lust of today.
His eyes travelled to his phone and he smiled.
...
Classes ended pretty quickly.
Well, considering I slept through most of it that was reasonable but for now, I had something more important to attend to.
I rushed back to my dorm room and fixed it up. Though I didn't care about much of this world having a basic sense of hygiene and discipline was necessary.
Thankfully, my dorm wasn't that dirty. I mean that was expected considering I spent most of my time in Airi's dorm room.
Poor girl, I should help her clean up next time. Might make her fall in love with me even more.
After seeing her dream I had no doubts about her feelings but then again the feelings weren't mutual so I didn't give it much thought.
Since cleaning up was done I decided to make some hot chocolate once again.
Was I addicted to it?
Yes.
Did I care?
No.
Knock! Knock!
Oh, she's here. I walked to the door and unlocked it.
And there she was, standing in front of the door with a blank expression. Her long blue hair had my eyes drawn to it, such a wide variety of hair colours were always fascinating to me.
"Come in," I said breaking her out of her reverie.
Her eyes glistened as she smiled hesitantly before walking in. This wasn't like her, she was supposed to be someone who would always be cheerful around her close friends.
So was I no longer on that list?
Hmm...
****
"Wow, your room's quite... clean? It's almost like you haven't even used it." She was somewhat amazed and I kind of didn't like how accurate she was.
Though I didn't blame her, I hadn't really touched my room the moment I got it from the school.
"No need to exaggerate," rubbing the back of my head I joked, "I just cleaned it, and didn't want to leave a bad impression. It's the first time I'm inviting someone to my room, haha."
She paused hearing that but immediately laughed, hiding her true feelings. That definitely touched her, it's kind of sad how easy it is to manipulate someone as long as they love you or hold infatuation towards you.
"No way, you gotta be lying Yama-kun. You of all people haven't invited anyone to your dorm yet? It's been almost three months since school started!"
She went and sat down in front of the table on her knees and I was surprised. She was still calling me 'Yama-kun'? Is she reluctant to show her distrust?
The Haruka Hasabe I knew wouldn't like what I did in class, that was something I was sure of.
"Don't you feel lonely?" She suddenly asked and I was surprised, she was trying to steer the conversation in that direction yet she lacked the courage to call me out directly.
This displayed the disparity between her and someone like Horikita. After I confessed to Horikita she didn't even wait for a day to confront me.
It was cute.
"What do you mean?" I asked, probing for more.
"I saw you sitting alone in the cafeteria today. For some reason, the second-years and third-years were... also glaring at you." She hesitated at the end but nonetheless spoke her mind.
"You don't know? Someone posted what I did in class on the public forums of the school." Almost everyone was talking about it, how had she missed it?
"Huh?" She let out a sound of surprise and quickly pulled out her phone. It didn't take her long to navigate to the public forums.
Things were regularly posted there but most of them were just a waste of time. I instructed her to check the most popular posts.
And there it was, displayed brightly on the first position.
[Anon: Yamamoto Tatsuya of Class 1-D has expelled three of his classmates using 3.1 million points. He used this vast amount to reduce their test scores.]
There were hundreds of replies to it.
I don't know who it was but I didn't really care. It could've been a random student who saw things yesterday or maybe Arisu was intentionally stirring things up.
Might also be Ryuen but I don't think he'd do something like this, it wasn't like him, to do something that would have no substantial effect on me.
Haruka stayed silent for a second. She wasn't surprised by the message itself and that was a given considering she was there to witness it live.
She really was beautiful, I really wanted to just rip her clothes and take her on the spot, there really wasn't much stopping me from doing that but then it would cause the rest of my fun to disappear.
It was often I had thoughts of just shagging the girls using the Invisibility Cloak and disappear from this world but I really wanted to spin the wheel more.
Considering there was Dragon Ball on the list of worlds I was seriously scared. What if those sexy Angels thought I was an anomaly and had the God of Destructions use their Hakai on me?
The fuck would Ban's regeneration do in that case?
And what would the main heroines of Dragon Ball even be?
Chi-Chi, Bulma, Android 18—
Wait... No way I can't think of any more. Does this world have Dragon Ball? I really need to check on that.
"Yama-kun?" Haruka questioned and I returned from my delusions. I was lost in thought.
"Well yeah, it's a bit annoying but nothing I'm not used to." I cleared her doubts, was she worrying about me?
How adorable.
"Ironic you're calling me lonely, though. You've grown distant to Karuizawa's group?" I asked and she nodded.
"I can't seem to keep up with them or rather..." She hesitated, "I don't really like them."
"Why?"
"It's fine, you don't have to worry about it Yama-kun." She denied any further explanation.
Every time we spoke there would be an awkward silence immediately after. Haruka wanted to say something but she kept hesitating before saying something else.
"Be brave. Hesitation will lead you nowhere." I also denied directly addressing the matter and forced her to be the one who would do it.
She flinched.
I don't know what exactly is holding her back or what happened in the past but it's better to help her in regards to that.
"I..." She parted her soft supple lips, I really wanted to kiss her, "Do you hate me Yama-kun? Am I being annoying?"
There was a momentary silence after she spoke, I noticed how her fists clenched under the table. She was probably scared of what I was going to say.
"Why would you think of that, Haruka?"
My question stunned her and she yelled, "What? But you've been ignoring me for the past week! What else am I supposed to think? You don't greet me in class, you barely message me. You no longer invite me out and even when I message you, you ghost me," she sounded agitated, "Tell me, Yama-kun, what else am I supposed to think!?"
She leaned further and her eyes glistened once again, a bit more and she might break out in tears.
I was being really cruel huh... Maybe I had forgotten to think of it from her perspective. Ignoring her just because she wasn't considered as someone from the main cast was pretty ridiculous.
Anyway, I had to fix her mental state first.
"But everything I've done is for you Haruka," I spoke softly, hoping to calm her down.
"... What do you mean?" She asked after a moment of bewilderment.
"Do you know why I've been acting distant towards you? Why I've purposefully put on an act of being distant from anyone in the class?" I paused, "Of course you don't and really, it's not your fault."
"Please... Please just explain clearly, Yama-kun..."
"I didn't want you to lose your friends after I betrayed everyone in class. If you were still associated with me the hate would carry over to you as well. But it just made me feel sad that you had become a loner for some reason. The reason I called you here was to ask why you weren't making friends."
I wonder, had I ever thought so rapidly in my past life would I have been successful?
Just what had changed after I came here? I've never spoken so many lies in such rapid succession, sometimes even I think I'm telling the truth.
Had breaking free from the shackles of morality somehow increased my intelligence, my IQ?
It was an interesting thought to ponder over.
"Those three, they're perverts Haruka. They wanted to spy on the girls' changing room with cameras, just imagine the consequences of that. The moment I found out I decided—"
"I would expel them, no longer caring about the consequences or the cost. How dare they even think of spying on the girls? Spying on you..."
"Yama-kun... You..."
She muttered, tears filling the rim of her eyes, the fake agitation in my own voice stirring her up.
I could almost hear her heartbeat, that was how loud it was. In the empty room there was just me and her, should I make a move right now she would be completely under my control as long as I don't betray her in the future... No.
As long as I gaslight her enough I might even be able to convince her of letting me have more girls.
It sounded scummy but I didn't really care.
Instead, I felt excited!
Haruka lowered her head and sobbed. I went over and hugged her as she leaned into my chest, her soft body colliding with mine.
I gently lifted her chin and we stared at each other with mixed feelings.
There wasn't much for her to say. Or rather she was so overwhelmed by the sudden information that she couldn't make a coherent sentence.
Sensing my intentions she closed her eyes gently and I held back the smirk threatening to break out on my face.
I leaned down, a second away from kissing her.
But suddenly—
Knock! Knock!
Huh?
Who could it be right now? I felt a little angry, I was having a moment with Haruka here and whoever it was had ruined it.
Haruka was startled and quickly backed away in embarrassment. She hurriedly fixed her tearful face and sat in silence, her cheeks flushing up.
I got up and walked to the door before peeping through the hole in the door.
What the fuck?
Karuizawa?
****
Karuizawa.
Had she come due to the deal I made with her? But she usually came at night, why was she here so early? Class had just ended.
I assumed she would be hanging out with her friends or helping Hirata considering she was his 'girlfriend'.
Nonetheless, I couldn't keep standing silently. I was tempted to message Karuizawa, to tell her to leave but I decided against it.
She'll have to pay for ruining my time with Haruka.
I opened the door and acted surprised after seeing Karuizawa standing there. She looked equally shocked, probably not expecting to find me with someone else.
That too with, Haruka, someone I had stopped talking with.
"Uh, sorry to interrupt," Karuizawa stammered, avoiding eye contact. Perhaps she sensed my annoyance and that caused her to momentarily forget her gyaru act.
Haruka glanced at her, clearly curious about her behaviour and a bit uncomfortable, wondering why Karuizawa, Hirata's girlfriend of all people would come to my dorm, alone.
To Haruka, this must be incredibly odd. Why was Karuizawa visiting the one that had broken her boyfriend, made him miserable?
I motioned for Karuizawa to come in, deciding to address the awkward situation.
"I thought I told you to come at 6," I suddenly said, confusing her but Karuizawa had her own talents, she quickly responded with a shake of her head—
"I'm sorry, I thought it would be better to come early. I guess I'm interrupting you and Hasabe-san." She eyed Haruka.
You don't say?
For a moment I debated whether I should kill her but considering she was a pretty girl I'll let it slide. It was technically my own fault since I was forcing her to come and kiss me every day.
"Well, yes you were. Can you wait for a few minutes?"
Karuizawa nodded, "Yeah, sure."
I closed the door again and sat back down in front of Haruka. She still had a cute red face.
"Uhm..." She stuttered before taking a big breath, "Karuizawa-san..."
"Don't worry about it, I wanted to talk to her regarding Hirata. My actions have hurt my friend but it was a necessity. I really hope I'll be able to get him back to normal and I think that Karuizawa, his girlfriend would be of great help."
"Really!?" She sounded surprised.
"What? You thought I was some inhumane monster?"
"Of course not!" She let out a little laugh, clearly feeling better.
She must feel relieved.
After hearing my words, Haruka had an enlightened expression on her face. She had also noticed Hirata's behaviour, I was sure of it.
The class meant a lot to Hirata, that was evident.
She got up and bowed slightly, "Thank you for taking care of me, Yama-kun!" She smiled brightly and I was stunned for a second before I smiled back.
"Of course, Haru-chan." She froze, clearly surprised. Her face turned red for another moment.
This was me acknowledging her feelings. For a long time, she was the only one calling me by a nickname while I simply opted to use her first name.
But now addressing her by a nickname, I was telling her that I wanted her, that I approved of her feelings.
She felt that and quickened her pace, turning around at the door and smiling at me once more.
"I'll see you later, Yama-kun!" She waved her pretty little hand at me. I waved back and she left, the beautiful smile on her face still present.
As she left I heard the faint sound of a conversation, was she talking with Karuizawa?
Hmm...
After a few seconds, the sounds disappeared.
"You can come in now," I spoke and Karuizawa walked in. She had a distasteful expression on her face.
"What?"
"You're seriously the worst." She said and I chuckled.
"Took you long enough to realise."
Her face distorted into a mix of different emotions as she ultimately sighed. A trapped bug like her had no right to complain, all she needed to do was obey.
"Do you not feel bad for her?"
"Why should I?" I said without hesitation and she was surprised.
"You're clearly betraying her! You're using me while trying to form a relationship with her! You're just fooling her!" She sounded angry.
"Why do you care Karuizawa?"
"Why shouldn't I?" She retorted.
This girl needed a reality check. It seemed like I was being too soft on her.
"Alright, then is it fine if I reveal your past to everyone? If you're fine with that I'll be the best boyfriend Haruka could ever ask for."
She flinched and lowered her head. Obviously, she wasn't going to accept that.
"You're just as selfish as me, don't try to take the moral high ground while you bully other timid girls to maintain your status. Your past isn't an excuse for your actions, Karuizawa."
She started trembling, I couldn't see her face but I was sure any more and she might actually cry.
"Look at it from the bright side, as long as she doesn't know isn't it fine? Don't we humans prefer a blissful dream to a cruel reality?" I said softly and she looked up in surprise.
"But..."
"C'mon Karuizawa, we both know you don't care much about Haruka. Are you mad about the fact that I used you and your group to raise the average of the class?"
Yes, I was finally beginning to understand her snappy behaviour today. Usually, she wouldn't try to argue and just finished her task before leaving.
"It was a win-win scenario for both of us. You got to raise your status as someone reliable among your group, solidifying your status while I got rid of three eyesores."
I made it painfully clear that she was benefiting from whatever I was doing, and that she should absolutely not go against me.
"You don't have to fight against it, just accept your role and go with the flow. Now come here." I beckoned her over.
Karuizawa nodded with a hint of relief and walked over to me. Maybe kissing me was something she was more used to than talking with me since most of our talks were just me breaking her as much as I could.
Maybe once she's more comfortable I'll try to progress our relationship to 'friends'.
I patted my lap and she quickly climbed on top of me, a movement she was quite used to now. I wrapped my hand around her waist and pulled her in closer.
Her face turned red for a moment before she breathed in while closing her eyes, lowering her head in the process.
Her soft glossy lips met mine as her body trembled.
Karuizawa Kei who had a 'boyfriend' was now sitting in another man's dorm, kissing him for her future.
But she was in for a surprise if she thought this kiss would end as usual.
There was a price to be paid for disturbing me.
-x-X-x-
How many days has it been since this sneaky activity of ours began?
If I were to count the days then it would be about more than a week and if I were to be precise then including the day I gave her the question papers we had kissed about eight times.
Our tongues intertwined.
If one were to ignore the context behind our intimacy then it might seem pretty passionate. I opened my eyes while we were kissing while hers were still closed.
She didn't know how to kiss. I had to teach her that, her tongue awkwardly met mine as she fidgeted on my lap.
Her soft ass rested on my lap as my fingers dug into her back. I dominated the kiss, her lack of experience allowing me to do so.
It had been like this from the beginning. Her true nature, her shy and cowardly nature usually surfaced during our private meetings.
Her face up close was cute. The way her cute little nose scrunched up every so often and the way her eyebrows wriggled in unfortunate delight was a sight to behold.
My lips separated from hers as she took a few panted breaths. Her face was bright red and her small little body was embraced by me.
She was barely 5'1, almost the same height as Airi.
Her misty eyes looked at me in confusion.
Usually, I would kiss her for a few minutes before letting her go but I stopped before a minute ended.
There was joy and unseen disappointment in her eyes. It was truly amusing.
"Tatsuya-ku— huh!?" I flipped her over and tossed her on the bed. She was shocked and looked at me with surprise.
I didn't give her time to think and climbed over her, taking her lips once again.
"Mmmh~" she let out a muffled sound in resistance which died out instantly and we began kissing once again, our tongues battling each other and our salivas mixing.
From a kiss that was sweet and passionate to one that was sloppy and animalistic. Karuizawa couldn't do anything besides try to keep up.
I held her tighter, my actions becoming rougher as her body squirmed under me.
I felt my body heat up.
There was no way I hadn't thought about ravaging her every time we kissed. I would worship myself if I could for the amount of self-control I had.
But no more.
She might not have 'love' for me but 'desire' was present, whether she realised it or not was a different matter altogether.
A matter I didn't care about.
I had initially wanted to take the slow route, that was the plan.
But there was never a 100% certainty about a plan coming to fruition, was there?
After thinking about it there was no reason to simply not take her right now. Her body wanted me and I wanted her body, her mental struggles were insignificant to me.
My desires came first.
As long as those I liked had desires that didn't conflict with my own there was no problem in fulfilling them.
What would she do? Report me?
A parasite once latched on would not leave its host, causing its own death.
Of course, unless the parasite could find another vessel, another host.
But our situation was different.
The parasite had chosen a host it could not hope to escape from.
I caressed her body, my hands slowly moving around her hips. She didn't think much of it, some skinship like this was unavoidable during intimacy.
She recognised that.
But her eyes snapped wide open as my left hand moved up and grasped her chest through her clothes.
She shuddered and quickly tried getting up but my other hand which was on her hip moved to her chest and I simply pressed down.
Karuizawa probably felt it.
Strength she couldn't possibly go against, strength so great she couldn't resist.
Yet she fiercely struggled, her legs kicking behind me as she tried to free herself. My hand squished her breasts in pleasant surprise.
It felt nice.
I had to give it to these anime worlds. How amazing was it that each boob I pressed had an individual unique quality?
Karuizawa's breasts were firm. I ignored her panicked expression and kneaded her breast to my liking, occasionally flicking her hardening nipple that was visible through the fabric of her clothes.
She was definitely trying to say something but even she didn't dare to bite down on my tongue as I relished in the feeling of violating her.
Her struggling moans sounded out. I had half the mind of using Dress Break on her but that would open a whole other can of worms.
I separated from Karuizawa for a second and admired the tearful look she was giving me.
"W-Why? You said... You said I—" her expression twisted as my thumb brushed over her nipple repeatedly, "Why..."
She muttered while tilting her head up, avoiding my eyes.
From the very moment I forced her to kiss me every day she knew it was inevitable that one day, her body would be on the line.
It was only a matter of time before things escalated.
But perhaps she thought things would progress slowly and linearly that it came as a shock to her that I was being aggressive so suddenly.
I could tell her this was punishment for disturbing my time with Haruka but it was better to let her agonise over it.
As long as her mind was full of questions she would have less resistance, though that didn't matter in hindsight.
"Hik... Hik..."
She silently sobbed as I undressed her, "There's no point in crying. Am I simply not the best choice? I'll take care of you for the next three years, I'll make sure you graduate from Class A. I might even take care of you after school ends. Don't you think for a lifetime of relaxation and enjoyment such a price is trivial?"
"I'm sick of it! I'm sick of being unable to escape my past! It's not trivial!!!" She hissed while glaring at me, she had accepted her fate but that didn't mean she would take it lying down.
Karuizawa Kei was tired of getting put down, tired of getting bullied. Her heart refused to back down but her body had learnt its lesson repeatedly through trauma.
I gently traced my finger across her fair soft cheeks as we silently stared at each other, her eyes full of hate while mine full of lust.
I unbuttoned her shirt and ripped her bra apart.
Her perky breasts came into full view. The soft marshmallows melted under my fingertips as I dug in.
Karuizawa hid her face using her arm.
I licked and sucked her boobs for a few minutes before completely stripping her. Her naked body was laid before me and she had a small patch of blonde hair just above her snatch.
I chuckled and started eating her out. My tongue licking and playing with her clit. To give her extra stimulation I pinched the hair she had below and gave it a few twists.
"Haah... Haa-mmh~!❤"
Karuizawa silently moaned under my actions.
Her body was now ready and I smirked, getting naked myself and climbing on top of her.
I flashed my cock in front of her terrified face. The long shadow of my cock covered her face as she looked at me with terrified eyes.
The third target, Karuizawa Kei, was now mine.
-x-X-x-
I flashed my cock in front of her terrified face. The long shadow of cock covered her face as she looked at me with terrified eyes.
"N-no..." She mumbled in a daze but I couldn't care less, I grabbed her hair and pulled her closer. My cock was resting on her face as each breath she exhaled blasted against my cock.
What a pleasurable feeling.
I was sure Karuizawa felt more distressed, her nose was blocked by my pubes and my manly scent might be permanently ingrained in her.
Well, jokes aside I rubbed her face before trying to pry her mouth open with my fingers. My silence was probably the most terrifying part of this for Karuizawa.
I for one when not horny loved to talk. It was the best activity one could indulge in. The greatest boon that humanity possessed was the ability to communicate with one another.
Ah, I always get sidetracked...
"Open up." I said casually but she resisted which confused me, "I don't understand you. Did you think the relationship you and I have would end with us just kissing, every time?"
I was genuinely curious so I stopped and moved a bit back. Just enough for her to not have my cock stuffed against her nose.
Karuizawa froze and her body trembled as she looked at me, she shakily looked away from my cock and met my gaze.
Now, it was time. How would she answer me?
She flinched before parting her lips.
The moment she opened her mouth I slammed my cock in, surprising her. I grabbed both sides of her head and thrust my dick along her mouth-pussy roughly.
The suddenness of the situation and the panic in her eyes made my dick twitch madly.
Why the fuck would I get philosophical during rape? It would be so much better for her if she was just obedient.
Her nails scratched against my thighs and her legs kicked here and there as I facefucked her. Interestingly enough she made no attempt to bite my dick in half, unlike a certain someone.
Moments like these made me deeply realise the difference between each 'character' and every 'trait' they had.
Karuizawa was a submissive girl by nature, unlike the strong-willed Kushida.
These people really were human huh...
I guess there's no point in trying to theorize against it constantly.
I've already come to terms with the fact that I feel no remorse over my actions and it'll be the same whether she was or anyone was real or not.
Her wet mouth slobbered my cock and her eyes were full of tears which I wiped with my thumb. A few seconds later I grabbed her head and kept her in place as thick amounts of cum swam down her throat.
I controlled the amount, keeping it enough to fill her mouth but just enough to not spill.
Karuizawa's tongue wriggled around my cock in panic, but poor girl...
That would just make the taste of my jizz deeper for her.
I withdrew and she unwillingly gulped it down before breaking into a coughing fit.
"You!" She cried out but my eyes shot open in panic as I snapped my head towards the door. The minuscule movement of the door knob made all the muscles in my body active.
In reality, it was nothing to panic over but my body moved on its own. I grabbed Karuizawa, one hand wrapping around her waist and the other one clamping her mouth.
A bloody hook extended from my back, grabbing Karuizawa's shoes and throwing them behind the shoe case.
With inhumane movements, I dashed towards the washroom and locked it with Karuizawa and me inside.
I didn't care how bewildered Karuizawa was and silently applied force on her body, indicating her to keep quiet.
Karuizawa shivered due to my gaze and cried silently.
A few seconds passed in silence.
"Yama-kun?" Haruka's voice travelled over.
Why the fuck was she back? Today had to be the shittiest day ever.
I pressed my body against Karuizawa as she was pressed against the door of the washroom. My dick rubbed against her soft butt.
I slowly grinded against her, as if to vent my feelings.
"Haru-chan? What happened?" I asked, standing near the door.
There was just a door separating her and us, just a single separation that didn't allow her to see the degeneracy taking place silently.
I calmly rubbed against Karuizawa's butt as she silently struggled, my hand still over her mouth.
"Ah, did I disturb you? I'm sorry I had something to tell you but... but the earlier conversation had me..." Her voice turned low but there was a hint of sweetness in her voice, "... overwhelmed."
"It's fine Haru-chan. You can tell me right now, I was taking a shower. Oh and if you don't mind how about waiting for about 15 minutes? I'll be done soon." I subtly pointed out that she was disturbing me, subtly telling her to get the fuck out.
I should've locked the door, what a silly mistake.
"Oh, no no!" I couldn't see her but she was probably waving her hands in protest, I squeezed Karuizawa's behind harder, "I don't want to disturb you. I'll message you about it later.
How soft.
My hands roamed around her thigh, occasionally rubbing along her slit. Karuizawa had already given up.
Even the faint signs of resistance from earlier were gone. Perhaps Haruka's presence had made her forcefully accept her situation.
A single mistake and her secret might be out.
In that case...
My heartbeat sped up as I grinned. I removed my hand from Karuizawa's mouth and as expected she didn't let out a single sound. I forced her to place both her hands on the door for support as her butt stuck out towards me.
"No. Stay Haru-chan, it's fine if you want to talk. You're not inconveniencing me." I spoke strongly and Karuizawa shuddered before looking back at me with fear and disbelief.
You understand now, don't you?
She understood what I was saying from the movement of my lips.
My smile widened.
"Is... I guess that's alright then." Haruka muttered, "Well, I was approached by Kyou-chan in the morning. When you and Horikita-san went to talk with each other."
"Hmm? How did you know I went to talk with Suzune?" I rubbed my erection against Karuizawa's slit through her panties while I played with her breasts, squeezing and kneading them to my liking.
Karuizawa bit her lip as she looked down.
I purposely increased the heat radiating from my cock and for Karuizawa it should almost feel like it was stinging.
The heat was practically coursing through her body and she was starting to sweat. Her face had turned red and there were signs she was going to start panting soon.
I pressed against her crotch even harder, as if I wanted to fuck her through her panties.
"That's such an innocent question, Yama-kun." Haruka giggled, but there was nervousness behind her laugh.
Oh, did my calling Horikita Suzune bother her?
"Both of you left class at the same time or rather it was almost like Horikita-san was chasing after you. It wouldn't be hard to guess that you both talked."
"I see. That made sense." I replied casually, focusing more on rubbing my dick against Karuizawa's bubbly soft thighs.
"About Kyou-chan... She asked me for help, it's somewhat related to you."
I wonder why Kushida was approaching Haruka of all people, whatever she wanted she could just tell me directly.
"Kyou-chan asked me to see if you could well..." Haruka hesitated, increasing my curiosity, "If you could help the class a bit..."
"Oh?"
Kushida had no apparent reason to approach Haruka of all people—
Wait...
Something came to mind. Could it really be that?
What a girl; the efforts she puts into maintaining herself are commendable.
It's hard to believe everyone around me is just three years younger.
My hand moved around Karuizawa's rear before I shifted her panty to the side and rubbed my cockhead against her.
Karuizawa should understand my upcoming actions, and even if I didn't use an ounce of physical force, there was no way she could stop me now.
The situation was far beyond her control.
I continued to tease her while wrapping my hand around her waist.
"What help? Why did Kushida approach you? I'm sure I've been acting distant from you."
"Well, that's true..." I think she was nodding? Probably.
"But Kyou-chan said that even if you were acting distant from me I was still the person closest to you in our class... Besides Hirata-kun. Oh, that reminds me, did Karuizawa-san leave?"
Oh, I see.
That was a convenient excuse but I'm sure even if Hirata wasn't broken at the moment Kushida would still ask Haruka to approach me.
"Well, her friends called for her. It seemed like something urgent so we decided to talk later. Did you not meet her on your way back?" I threw the question back at her.
"I didn't."
Well, to be fair if Hirata was going to request my help I wouldn't mind actually helping him. But I'll have to talk with him first, he's not going to be able to get his act together on his own.
That was my responsibility as his friend.
Perhaps if he didn't have that righteous attitude of his—
Nevermind, if Hirata wasn't Hirata we might've not been friends in the first place.
"What help do you need?" I lined my cock against Karuizawa's wet bullied pussy and in a single thrust buried my cock deep.
"Mmmh!?" A muffled moan rang out and Karuizawa covered her own mouth with her hand as her legs started shaking.
"I don't know how many private points you have but Kyou-chan was asking if you could help the class a bit, at least till the next week considering we'll get 9100 private points."
It didn't seem like she heard Karuizawa's voice and I continued to fuck her, slowly but fully. I couldn't be fast or the clapping sound would make it obvious what was happening inside.
It felt so good...
If only I had some kind of time rewinding skill then I would continue to rape her before taking her virginity again and again and again.
Our bodies moved together in a rhythmic motion as her pussy gripped my cock.
"She should've come herself if she wanted me to help the class instead of using you."
"Oh..." Haruka's voice slipped and I continued.
"But I guess she's smart enough to realise if she had come herself I would've rejected her. Well, I'll see what I can do Haru-chan, I'll do it if that's what you want."
I consoled her and Karuizawa's eyes shook as I continued to thrust inside her, occasionally rubbing her butthole.
"Ah, uhm you don't have to specifically do it for me. But if it won't be a problem then I'd also like you to help the class Yama-kun!"
She said and I hummed as Karuizawa's legs started losing strength, the muffled moans that she desperately tried to hide, being music to my ears.
"I won't disturb you any longer Yama-kun, see you tomorrow!" Her cheerful voice echoed as I continued to pound Karuizawa.
"Cya!" I replied and soon heard the clicking of the door.
Clap! Clap!
The moment I heard that I began to thrust roughly, the sound of loud clapping echoing in the washroom.
"Haah..."
"Mmm..."
"Haaah~"
Karuizawa also let herself moan loudly unable to keep it in any longer. I pulled back entirely before slamming the entirety of my cock inside her abused hole, painting her womb white.
Karuizawa's body spasmed as she held onto the door for support. I couldn't see her expression but that didn't matter.
She slid down the door and fell to the ground.
Ah, had she fainted?
I grabbed her by the collar and pulled her out of the washroom before throwing her on the bed. I cast clean on her and decided to deal with the multitude of System notifications I was getting.
Thankfully, I had lowered the volume.
[First Intimate Encounter with Main Cast Complete!]
[Blowjob- 500 + 500 SP (Rough+First Time Bonus!)]
[Pussy Sex- 1500 + 500 + 500 SP (Rough+Virgin+First Time Bonus!)]
[Creampie- 100 SP (Vaginal—First Time Bonus!)]
[Ding!]
[Detected Pending Condition 2! (3/5)!]
[Multiversal Travel- Locked!]
"3600 SP huh..." I had already gotten 100 SP from kissing last week.
It felt a bit low but considering I hadn't done much with Karuizawa it was reasonable, though I saw something interesting in the System Menu.
[Bonus Function Unlocked- System Store!]
Sitting down on the bed I pulled Karuizawa into my lap and my hands roamed her soft body. For a single second my gaze travelled to the scar on her body.
She was making too big of a deal out of it or perhaps I was being insensitive, what might seem insignificant to me might be different from her perspective.
"System Store..." I opened and I was greeted by a bunch of unfamiliar icons.
"Cuffs...? Oh there's actually aphrodisiac... Touch of Pleasure? So there are skills as well? How interesting..." I muttered as I groped Karuizawa's boobs.
How soft.
But the items were all clustered, I had to sort them out first. I created two divisions which were mainly— Items and Skills.
This made the interface a bit more clean.
After looking through it a bit more I stopped groping Karuizawa. I laid her on the bed and covered her with the sheets while absent-mindedly stroking her soft blonde hair.
Maybe ponytails weren't that bad after all.
Nonetheless I had a sneaky suspicion regarding the System. Had it intentionally selected Classroom of the Elite as my starting world because it had zero degree of risk?
This first travel of mine was eerily similar to a tutorial. The number of spins I was getting by just fucking one girl was insane, that too considering the probability of bad rolls was almost non-existent, at least it seemed that way till now.
Every important girl I fucked allowed me to gain a new function consistently.
Were there more functions to be unlocked after fucking the fourth and fifth targets?
****
Taking that concept in mind, some might wonder why I wasn't rampaging through this world and farming system points.
There was a reason I was not simply fucking each and every main cast member. Though, that might seem like the best possible option considering I had no attachments to this world.
Whether it got burned or destroyed was irrelevant to me.
But there was just one tiny problem.
The system wasn't telling me when I'd travel to the next world.
It left the crucial details hanging, not giving me an answer regarding that.
Yes, I know the condition.
We all knew.
Fuck five main cast members and leave.
But what about the how?
Would I forcefully be teleported or did I have the choice to stay till I want?
Would it teleport me naked the moment I finished having intercourse with the fifth girl or would it give me a day or two?
Again, the first condition was the sole reason I wasn't rushing through this world, and I don't intend to leave before I get the ability to strengthen my soul and mind.
My own personality would contradict my wish to move to the next world if I myself wasn't safe.
In the end, lust was just a means to pass time and enjoy myself, what really mattered was my own life.
Things like emotions and desires were trivial.
Sighing, I shook my head before playing with blood manipulation. I made various shapes and stuff to amuse myself.
I had to be sure I didn't cause another supernatural incident, it wasn't hard to notice the increase in personnel in the school.
The eyes that hovered on me might be mostly from students but there were also eyes full of weariness and scrutiny.
These people were not simple staff for the school.
And I wasn't surprised. If kids like Manabu could accurately raise suspicion on me, what was stopping the government?
They also had the footage of the burning clerk.
The only difference was the way these 'higher-ups' did things. Manabu was impulsive and the only reason he believed his far-fetched story was because of the concern he had for his sister.
He simply did not wish for that 0.1% possibility to be true but unfortunately for him, it was.
The 'higher-ups' were most likely doing a background check on me and keeping me under surveillance.
It was unavoidable and I was half-prepared for this.
Well, thankfully these people weren't impulsive like Manabu. To deal with an anomaly like me they needed more information, it might also be possible I wasn't exactly a suspect of the adults there because they refused to believe in something illogical.
Kids were more open to illogical ideas because they had yet to experience the real world. Adults who had struggled and lived through were more wary and suspicious, they were probably still trying to see if there was a logical way for the clerk to combust into ash on his own.
Well, in the end, it doesn't matter as long as they don't interfere with me. I never planned to openly abuse my abilities in the first place after the clerk incident.
It's not that I was afraid but mostly because it would become more boring than it already was. I didn't really plan to stay in this world after the Island Exam finished.
There was really no reason to.
Idle thoughts aside I looked towards the sleeping Karuizawa, after a few seconds I looked at my hardened cock.
Another round couldn't be that bad righ—
Knock! Knock!
"..."
I... What the fuck?
Who is it now?
I swear to god someone up there is fucking with me.
Getting up I walked to the door and peeped through the pinhole just to widen my eyes in surprise.
Wow...
Shaking my head I walked back and quickly pulled out a light coat, draping it on before opening the door and walking out.
I quickly closed it and made sure she couldn't see inside my room.
"What are you doing here, Kushida?" I asked something that was out of character but I couldn't help it. My cock was pressed against the belt of my pants and the erection was hidden by the shirt and coat.
She had a curious look in her eyes.
"You didn't do anything to Hasabe-san?" She quirked a brow and I deadpanned before walking to the lift and pressing the button.
As I walked in she followed me.
"I thought someone with a body like yours wouldn't be lazy." She laughed as I ignored her. So what if it was the fourth floor, being lazy was enjoyable.
After we both exited the lift I made my way to do some shopping as Kushida followed me.
"Where are we going?"
"We?"
"I don't recall inviting you," I turned a corner as a few eyes followed us, we were both popular individuals, "You're a cheeky one aren't you?"
"What do you mean, Tatsuya-kun?"
I ignored her once again once we reached the inside of the shop. I hadn't had chicken curry yet, and I was missing it. It was probably the only dish I could cook the best.
"I met Hasabe-san a while ago," She spoke while putting a finger to her chin in a cute manner as she continued to follow me.
We were still in public and while acting friendly with me after the whole expulsion incident might seem detrimental to her that problem would be solved tomorrow.
"She told me you agreed to help the class. I didn't expect you to be a softie, hehe." She spoke, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"I thought you would push her down, take her like you did with me. I was hoping to catch an exciting scene by barging into your room." She looked sad.
"Alright, it was a clever plan." I had to concede this, "You wanted to use Hasabe as a leverage huh... Did you think I'd rape her as well?" I said after making sure no one was around.
Both Kushida and I were standing in the corner of the grocery store. It was as if we were browsing through the items.
"Well, I won't deny I was half expecting it. I often talk with Hasabe-san and she confessed she's never been to your room. I thought I should help her and sent her to you with a message." She chuckled.
"So imagine my surprise after she told me you invited her today. After what happened to me I wasn't confused about what you wanted to do by inviting a beautiful girl to your room... alone."
I started picking the few necessary condiments while listening to her.
"You're really stubborn, Kushida. Don't try to play these little tricks with me. Even if you saw me fucking or raping Haruka what can you do?" I sneered and Kushida fell silent.
"I guess you're right about that. But it doesn't hurt to have a useful card in hand right? It might be useless against you but I'll still have something to use against Hasabe-san."
"You and your obsession with others' secrets." I scoffed before looking her in the eye.
I really don't like being disturbed.