The atmosphere in Class 2-B was already lively when Ren stepped inside.
Morning sunlight slipped through the windows, illuminating dust particles gently swirling in the air. Casual chatter filled the classroom, creating the familiar symphony of everyday school life.
Amid the bustle, one group immediately stood out. Like a magnet, they drew every eye.
Miura Yumiko sat surrounded by her friends, Yuigahama Yui and Ebina Hina. Not far away, the popular boys' clique—Hayama Hayato with his perfect smile, the calm Yamato, and the friendly Oka—sat together.
They were the social center of Class 2-B!
"Hmph!"
A loud, scornful snort suddenly cut through the air.
With sharp, narrowed eyes, Yumiko glanced toward the door. Her gaze, brimming with disdain, was fixed directly on Ren, who had just entered. Her blonde twin-tails, styled like drill bits, seemed to quiver with irritation.
Indeed, at the start of the semester, Yumiko—exuding the arrogance of a queen—had implicitly offered Ren a golden ticket into her elite circle.
An offer that many students at the bottom of the social pyramid would have fought over.
But Ren?
He had rejected it without hesitation, almost without a second thought. To him, that group was nothing more than a bunch of hypocrites hiding behind fake smiles and empty conversations.
That rejection had been a hard slap to Yumiko's pride, and ever since, she had openly displayed her hostility toward Ren.
"..."
In stark contrast to Yumiko's attitude, Hayato gave Ren a relaxed nod. His ever-polished smile greeted Ren.
It was a formal gesture, but still far better than Yumiko's hateful glare. Ren returned it with a brief nod—nothing more. He had no intention of getting involved further.
He then continued toward a desk in the corner of the room, near the window overlooking the schoolyard.
This seat was often jokingly called the "protagonist's seat" by others, as it was the typical seat of the main character in anime.
He dropped his bag on the floor beside the chair and sat down. Then, he patted the shoulder of the student sitting in front of him.
"Yo, Kuze! You look terrible. Did something happen during summer break?" Ren asked, his voice dripping with false concern.
The student—Kuze Masachika—slowly turned around.
His face truly was awful. Deep, dark circles surrounded his bloodshot, weary eyes, like someone who hadn't slept in days. His skin was pale, his hair oily and unkempt. The smile he tried to force looked painful and unnatural.
"Oh, Ren. Nothing, everything's fine." Masachika replied in a hoarse voice. "I just stayed up late playing games last night."
It was an obvious lie. His face showed not just exhaustion, but the heavy burden of depression—like an office worker who'd endured months of overtime without rest.
"I see. Don't stay up too often. It's bad for your health." Ren nodded with a face full of fake concern.
He knew exactly the reason behind Masachika's condition. After all, he was the mastermind behind it all.
During summer break, Ren had deliberately sent Masachika a series of pornographic photos and videos.
At first, the woman's face in the videos was censored with mosaic. Masachika speculated that she looked like the girl he deeply admired—Alya.
Then, Ren sent the uncensored version.
The impact was devastating. Masachika was forced to watch the woman he loved—the woman he considered pure and innocent—having passionate sex like a stupid bitch with an unknown man.
No normal man could remain unscathed after experiencing such NTR.
And to ensure his suffering was complete, Ren even sent a live-stream link, forcing Masachika to watch Alya being humiliated in real time.
Most importantly, Ren always wore a mask in every recording. Masachika had no idea that the man destroying his mental state and dominating the woman he liked was his classmate—sitting right behind him—now pretending to care.
If he knew, their already ordinary friendship would have shattered instantly.
(Seems Kuze hasn't recovered. His mind is still affected from watching porn starring the girl he likes. Come to think of it, I wonder how he'd react if he found out his younger sister, Yuki, is my FWB? Kuze might completely break, wouldn't he?)
Ren wore a faint, satisfied smile as he gazed at Masachika's back, which seemed to shrink further under invisible pressure.
This was his way of satisfying his twisted personality. Masachika's suffering was just a minor form of entertainment for him.
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8:15 AM. Static crackled from the classroom speaker, followed by an announcement that all students must immediately gather in the school auditorium for the semester opening ceremony.
"Let's go, Kuze. We've got to listen to the principal's boring speech."
"Mm."
Kuze wasn't amused by Ren's joke. He stood from his seat, and like the other students, they walked down the crowded hallway toward the auditorium.
Ren and Kuze found seats in the section designated for second-year students. The new semester's opening ceremony began.
(How boring.)
As expected, the principal's long-winded speech was more effective than any sleeping pill. Most students looked disinterested; many were secretly playing on their phones under their desks. Ren was among them, his fingers skillfully swiping the screen without drawing attention.
After an hour that felt like torture, the event finally ended. Students poured out of the auditorium, heading back to their classrooms amid a roar of chatter.
"Sorry, Kuze, I need to go to the restroom. You go ahead."
Suddenly, Ren tapped Masachika's shoulder.
"Okay." Masachika replied innocently, not suspecting a thing. He walked down the hallway with the crowd.
(Sorry, Kuze, that was a lie. Thanks for taking care of your little sister—I'll enjoy her well~)
A thin, sly smile spread across his lips. Instead of heading to the restroom, Ren turned and walked down a quiet corridor, toward the school's back entrance.
His plan? To skip school on the first day—a fitting statement for a certified scumbag like him.
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The area behind the school building was a popular spot for students who wanted to skip class or do things they shouldn't. And today, someone was already waiting for him.
"Took you long enough, Ren! Making a girl wait like this—you're such a scumbag."
The voice belonged to Suou Yuki, the usually elegant and dignified Public Relations Officer of the Student Council. In front of Ren, she dropped her mask and revealed her true nature.
"I'll take that as a compliment." Ren replied, stepping closer. "By the way, what about what I asked? Did you do it?"
"..."
Yuki didn't answer with words. Instead, with smooth, shameless movements, she lifted her short school skirt, revealing nothing beneath but her smooth, pale skin. Not a single piece of fabric protected her modesty.
"Wow, you really didn't wear panty like I asked. Good job, Yuki!" Ren gave a thumbs-up, impressed by her obedience.
"I'm not happy at all. Just finish quickly. I only said I was going to the bathroom. As a Student Council member, skipping class will ruin my reputation."
Turning around, Yuki faced the cold brick wall and bent over, her plump ass to Ren—an invitation that was unlikely to be misinterpreted.
"You know it won't end quickly." Ren murmured, approaching from behind. His hands swiftly unzipped his pants.
"Ugh... It's so big...! I feel like I'm splitting apart!"
Yuki winced in pain as Ren entered her without further warm-up. Her dryness made the penetration rough and painful.
"Lower your voice. What if someone hears?" Ren whispered in her ear, his hips already beginning to move slowly, then faster.
*PA!* *PA!* *PA!* *PA!*
Rhythmic sounds began echoing through the area—the slap of skin on skin, punctuated by Yuki's moans and gasps, which gradually shifted from pain to pleasure as she adjusted and began to enjoy the sensation. Her hands pressed hard against the brick wall, searching for support.
*PA!* *PA!* *PA!* *PA!*
Ren gripped Yuki's hips tightly, controlling every movement. His face showed satisfaction, far from the bored expression he usually wore.