The atmosphere in front of Ohananomitsu High School's main gate was bustling and lively that morning. After a long summer break, students—wearing uniforms that still looked freshly pressed—gathered in small groups.
Their conversations were almost identical: what they had done over the holidays, or more precisely, showing off.
"..."
Ren walked alone through the crowd. He wasn't the type to be ostracized; his confident aura and handsome appearance drew many glances, especially from female students.
Yet, he had only a handful of people he considered "friends" and he avoided socializing with those he deemed uninteresting or useless. To him, school was just another playground, not a place to form genuine friendships.
His car was parked a bit farther away, and he had deliberately separated from Masha, Alya, and Hayasaka before approaching the school.
Ren didn't want it known that he was dating multiple girls at once. It would make seducing other girls at school much more difficult.
Masha and Alya certainly didn't mind. Thanks to hypnosis, they would obey his commands without question.
Hayasaka was both a maid and a mistress—she wouldn't oppose any arrangement.
Itsuki was a teacher at Ohananomitsu High. She didn't want other teachers or students to know she was on maternity leave because she had been impregnated by her own student, so she kept her relationship with Ren a secret.
Ririka hadn't transferred to Ohananomitsu yet, but her status would be no different from Hayasaka's. Even when she did transfer later, she wouldn't oppose Ren either.
In short, aside from his fellow scumbag friend, Fujii Natsuo, no one knew that Ren was a depraved playboy.
"Good morning, Ren-senpai."
The shy voice came from behind him. Ren turned and saw his junior from the Archery Club, Sonoda Umi.
"Morning, Umi." Ren greeted with a perfectly practiced warm smile. "How are the other Archery Club members doing? Sorry I couldn't visit—I've been really busy lately."
He deliberately slowed his pace, allowing Umi to walk beside him while he put on a fake expression of concern.
"Everyone's been discharged from the hospital. But some of them are traumatized by riding in cars."
Fear flickered in Umi's eyes as she recalled the bus accident during their return from summer training camp—the vehicle plunging into a ravine.
"Psychological trauma, huh..." Ren sighed dramatically, feigning genuine concern. "There's not much we can do about that. They'll have to overcome it on their own. What about you, Umi? Are you experiencing anything similar?"
"Thanks to you, Ren-senpai, I'm fine. You make me feel safe." Umi replied, her cheeks turning red.
"Hey, Umi, accompany me for a moment."
"But Senpai, class will start soon." she said nervously.
"Don't worry, it won't take long."
"Then... okay."
Seeing Ren's serious expression, Umi assumed he had something important to discuss.
Soon, they arrived behind the sports equipment storage shed. The place was quiet and hidden from view.
"Eh, what are we doing here, Senpai?" Umi asked, her voice trembling.
Being alone with the guy she liked in such a secluded spot made her heart race.
"..."
Without answering, Ren tossed his bag to the ground, then grabbed Umi and pulled her into a tight embrace.
"Kyaaa~ S-Senpai?!"
Umi shrieked in surprise, her face instantly turning as red as an apple. Her body stiffened in Ren's arms.
"Umi, I've missed you." Ren whispered in her ear, his voice low and teasing. "We're a couple, aren't we? Don't you miss me too?"
Those cheap, manipulative words worked.
"Mm. I missed you too, Senpai." Umi whispered back, her body gradually softening as her hands shyly returned the hug.
"..."
After a moment, Ren loosened his embrace just enough to look into Umi's face without stepping back.
Staring into those lust-filled eyes, Umi's heart pounded. Unconsciously, she closed her eyes, her lips parting slightly in anticipation.
Ren didn't disappoint like some clueless protagonist might. He leaned down and covered her mouth with his own.
The kiss wasn't just a simple touch of lips. His tongue immediately slipped in, exploring every corner of Umi's innocent mouth.
"Nhm~"
Umi moaned softly, her hands clutching Ren's sleeve. It felt so intense, so overwhelming for a girl with no experience.
"Slurppp..."
Ren didn't stop there. He seemed to transfer his saliva into her mouth—an obscene act of dominance.
Meanwhile, his free left hand crept under her short skirt, slipped into her panties, and roughly groped her soft, firm buttocks.
"NNNGGHH—!"
Umi writhed, her body trembling violently between pleasure and violation. She didn't resist. Her mind was clouded by Ren's kiss and touch, and by the carefully implanted feeling of "love". She could only moan and accept.
"Haaa... Haaa... Haa..."
Ren only stopped when the girl was completely out of breath.
Umi's face was flushed deep red, her breathing ragged.
Ren pulled back, looking at his handiwork with satisfaction. Umi stood unsteadily, her clothes slightly disheveled, her eyes teary and dazed.
"W-We should go back, Senpai." Umi said hoarsely.
"S-Senpai?! What are you doing?!"
Umi gasped in shock when Ren smoothly pulled her panties down and completely removed them. Her legs trembled slightly, feeling intensely vulnerable and ashamed despite her skirt still covering her.
Ren held the plain white cotton panties in his fingers. The fabric was still warm and slightly damp from her natural moisture. He smiled gently—an expression that sharply contrasted with his lewd actions.
"I want Umi to go without panties today."
"I-I can't, Senpai!" Umi protested, her face turning crimson all the way to her ears. Her hands frantically grabbed the hem of her skirt, pulling it down as if protecting something.
"T-That's too embarrassing! W-What if the wind blows my skirt up? Or when I climb stairs? Someone might see! I can't, Senpai, really!"
Her reasons tumbled out quickly, filled with genuine shame and anxiety.
Ren let out a small sigh, as if slightly disappointed, but his smile didn't fade. He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a deep, convincing whisper.
"No one will see. Your skirt is long enough. Besides, if someone does see, they'll think it's just their imagination."
His free hand caressed Umi's burning cheek.
"B-But... but it's embarrassing!" Umi insisted.
"What's embarrassing? It's just panties. Besides, this way, we'll feel closer—like nothing separates us." Ren continued persuading. "I want Umi to always remember me. Every time you feel uneasy, you'll remember I made you like this, and it'll make you think of me. Isn't that romantic?"
"..."
Umi bit her lower lip, conflict clear in her eyes—shame and fear warring against her desire to please the man she admired and loved. Ren's words, combined with the earlier kiss and touch, had clouded her mind.
"B-But... b-but..."
"No buts, Umi." Ren said gently but firmly. "This is your senpai's request. Do it for me, okay? I'll be very happy."
He reached out and gently stroked her hair. The touch, meant to be soothing, instead felt like a shackle.
Umi lowered her head, still breathing heavily. Slowly, very slowly, the hand gripping her skirt began to relax. She lifted her face—her eyes teary, but filled with surrender.
"O-Okay, Senpai... I... I'll do it... for you."
"Good girl."
Smiling in satisfaction, Ren casually folded her panties and tucked them into the pocket of his blazer.
"I'll keep them for you. You can ask for them back later."
"Mm."
Umi could only nod weakly, a mix of emotions—shame, fear, and strangely, a hint of forbidden joy—flooding through her.
After that, they parted ways. Ren walked toward the second-year classroom building, while Umi headed to the first-year building, her heart filled with conflicting feelings.