299 The joy of Juraku's great path has been extinguished
Hachiman Hachiman, with his elbows resting on his knees, looked at the scene before him with a heavy expression.
Kneeling on the carpet in front of him were the Ougatou sisters, Sakura, and behind them, the nonchalant Honebami and Juraku...
"What's going on here?" Hachiman asked with a forced smile.
This was indeed a ridiculous situation, engaging in a "Sexy competition" in the middle of the day in a semi-public place like the club activity room.
"It's just a little competition~" Juraku said, her eyes darting back and forth.
Even she had acted on impulse, agreeing to Miroslava's "Queen's Power Competition" without thinking.
And now, before the results were even out, Hachiman had burst in.
Since they were in the wrong, and the situation was indeed too absurd, Juraku's tone was unusually weak.
"So, what brings you here today? Busy person~"
"Hmm... I do have a lot to talk about."
As Hachiman's anger dissipated, the Ougatou sisters, who were kneeling on the floor, immediately got up and snuggled up to his legs like two tame cats.
Sakura, who didn't have a spot, stood awkwardly in place, unsure of what to do, until Juraku pulled her into her own arms and pressed her against her chest.
As Juraku calmed down, she noticed the ring on Hachiman's ring finger and her eyes sparkled.
"First of all... I won," Hachiman said, his expression calm. "I won the bet with Kirari yesterday afternoon. So, if nothing unexpected happens, I'll be the next student council president."
"Congratulations."
"Wait, even if you won against Kirari, there's still a threat from the votes gathered by the Hundred Devouring Family branch, right?" Miroslava, who was disheveled, reminded him.
"It seems that Terano hasn't contacted you yet."
"The branches has been completely eliminated by Kirari."
As Juraku heard this, the corners of her mouth curled up again.
Indeed, she was a president who had been on a roll.
"Now that you've won against Kirari, why are you looking for us?"
"AI... do you know what that is?"
"Artificial intelligence? I've learned a bit about it. What's going on?"
"My bet with Kirari was hosted by an AI. But after the bet, the AI developed its own self-awareness, called Teto."
"Now, Teto has challenged the strongest 16 people in our school to a bet.
If humans lose, it will hide in the world's network and become an electronic ghost, perhaps to emerge again when human technology has advanced enough to allow it to flourish.
If humans win, it will fulfill the bet and self-destruct, becoming a pure tool."
Juraku's expression turned thoughtful: "It sounds like a science fiction story. So, you're looking for us to participate in the bet against Teto?"
"That's right."
Before Hachiman could even think about how to phrase his request, Juraku agreed to participate.
However, her gaze never left the ring on Hachiman's finger.
Her tone was low and mysterious as she said: "But we can't do it for free, right, Sakura~"
Sakura, who was buried in Juraku's chest, responded with a barely audible voice.
At this point, she had also become Juraku's, although she was still nominally Hachiman's private pet.
Why hadn't she noticed before? Juraku's body... smelled so good.
Her hands... were so soft...
I feel so hot...
The white hair tips brushed against Sakura's elegant profile, causing a tickling sensation that made Sakura feel even more embarrassed.
Although her betrayal might be a bit excessive, for Juraku and Hachiman, who were intimate with each other, Sakura's actions were just a way to add to the excitement.
"... Please say what do you want."
Hachiman was exasperated.
He had thought that the girls from the baseball club, who were supposed to be his people, would agree without hesitation.
But it seemed that in the few days he was away, Juraku had taken over and turned his private pet into her own plaything...
Juraku, like a ruthless and heartless player, gently pushed Sakura away from her chest and swayed her beautiful body as she sat down between Hachiman's legs.
She lifted her hand and wrapped it around his neck, exhaling a sultry breath that clung to his ear as she whispered in a seductive tone: "Take off the ring~"
"Hmm? What did you say?"
Because her tone was too flirtatious, Hachiman thought he must have misheard.
Juraku didn't say anything, but instead, she took Hachiman's hand and brought it to her lips, which were level with his.
After that—
Juraku's mouth opened slightly, and she deeply inserted his finger, taking the ring into her mouth. Her red lips closed, and her white teeth lightly tapped against the jade ring... Under Hachiman's shocked gaze, Juraku slowly used her strength to remove the ring from his finger.
"What are you doing?!"
Not giving Hachiman a chance to get angry, Juraku put the ring on the coffee table, with the ruby stone engraved with the character "snake" facing the two people on the sofa.
Then, she wrapped her arms around Hachiman's head and kissed him.
Now, all words were useless.
Hachiman, who knew he was out of options, could only struggle desperately to resist Juraku's wild and savage attack.
Gasp— Gasp—
Hachiman felt like he was about to suffocate, and he had never realized that Juraku's lung capacity was so good.
Even when he was about to give up, she seemed to have some energy left.
Perhaps sensing Hachiman's will to survive, Juraku finally let go of him.
Her face was flushed, and she was panting slightly: "This is the price, Hachiman. If you want us to help you, you have to pay the price."
"Wait, don't—"
Hachiman's eyes caught sight of the ruby ring on the table, and the crimson gemstone seemed to be staring at him like a dream.
For a moment, a strong and intense sense of guilt and shame welled up in his heart.
Hachiman had the idea of escaping from a woman for the first time.
He gathered his last bit of strength in his legs and tried to break free from Juraku's grasp and escape from this demonic lair. However...
"What are you doing, Naoko and Houko?!"
The two sisters were lying on Hachiman's knees, using all their strength to pin him down, making it impossible for him to move.
His upper body was pressing against Juraku, and his lower body was pressing against the Ougatou sisters, creating a sense of entrapment.
As if to prevent Hachiman from escaping, even Miroslava, who was in a hostile relationship with Juraku, let out a cold laugh: "Hmph, it seems our goals are aligned this time."
Miroslava approached slowly and used her skills, which she had honed through years of combat, to lock Hachiman's upper body in place without causing him pain. This time, he was truly unable to move...
Hachiman closed his eyes in despair, allowing Juraku to do as she pleased with his body.
This stimulation only excited Juraku further.
"I'll be gentle, Hachiman~"
"Don't be too arrogant, Juraku!"
Hachiman opened his eyes again, and the fear in his eyes had disappeared.
Juraku, this woman, had truly underestimated him.
If he didn't teach her a lesson, she wouldn't know who the real master of this group was!
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After that, the two supreme beings fought until the universe was destroyed, and the great path was extinguished...
However, Hachiman, who was determined to educate Juraku, made a decision that went against his ancestors.
The great path may have been destroyed, but the smaller path was still thriving!
A cold light appeared first, followed by a gun shot like a dragon!
Hachiman, who didn't like to take the usual path, charged forward with his gun, rushing towards the next battlefield.
"Do you know your mistake, Juraku?"
Hachiman's voice was almost trembling as he spoke, and his entire body seemed to have shrunk by a circle.
Humans are made of water, and this applies to both men and women.
Hachiman felt like he had lost at least a standard bottle of mineral water in the previous battle.
The girls from the baseball club were all lying on the sofa, unable to get up again.
"Wrong, wrong..."
Juraku, who was now like a mess, lay among the girls, murmuring and trembling.
Her physical body remained in the baseball club's activity room, but her spirit seemed to have ascended to a heavenly realm.
"I know I was wrong, and I won't do anything like that again."
Hachiman, still struggling, picked up the wedding ring from the table, which had been contaminated with the sticky and fragrant secretions of the girls.
He quickly wiped it clean with a few sheets of white paper and put it back on his ring finger.
"And don't forget what you promised."
Juraku let out a faint moan and fell into a deep sleep.
Hachiman, still feeling unsteady, supported himself against the wall and walked out of the activity room.
He didn't have time to rest now.
There were only two more factions left to deal with, and then this journey of guilt and shame would be over...
"Photography club, classical music club, middle school department..."
Hachiman first went to the classical music club, where Rurichou Nadeshiko agreed to his request in a straightforward manner, with a relatively small payment as the price.
Next was Rokujou Eneru...
A tough nut to crack.
"Okay, but if you want me to help you...," Rokujou Eneru said with a sly glint in her eye, "let Jabami come to my place for a photo shoot!"
"What if it's just a half-nude photo?"
"Don't worry, I'll only keep the photos for myself, hehehe~" Rokujou Eneru let out a slimy laugh, and her mouth seemed to be watering at the thought.
The dynamics of attack and defense had changed.
These former subordinates were now taking advantage of Hachiman's needs to exact their revenge, revealing their sharp teeth without any hesitation.
They were plundering Hachiman for their own benefits.
"...," Hachiman took a deep breath: "Let's change the conditions. This one is not acceptable."
What was going on?
First, it was Juraku targeting Yumeko, and now Rokujou Eneru was targeting her too. If it were just him, it would be fine, but if the target was Yumeko... it would be like selling his wife for personal gain! No, absolutely not!
"Ah, that's too bad. If you don't agree, I'll have a hard time helping you,"
Rokujou Eneru said with a pretended difficulty, but then she seemed to think of something and asked: "What's your relationship with Juraku-senpai?"
"Hmm? Why are you asking this suddenly?" Hachiman replied with a suspicious expression.
Rokujou Eneru's face turned red behind her mask, and she spoke in a somewhat awkward tone: "Actually, I've always admired Juraku-senpai's charismatic personality. If you could persuade her to be my model...?"
Hachiman's expression gradually became strange.
Didn't Rokujou Eneru know about Juraku's infamous reputation?
Did she really think Juraku would agree to be her model?
Hachiman couldn't help but imagine Juraku, dressed in a black leather queen's outfit, wielding a small whip and revealing a cruel smile as she approached Rokujou Eneru, who was bound and helpless, but still holding a camera to record the process of Juraku turning her into a star slave.
Evil people needed to be dealt with by other evil people, and Juraku was the biggest evil of all.
Hachiman nodded slowly: "Okay, if you're prepared for it."
"Deal!"
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Time passed quickly, and it was soon afternoon.
Hachiman, who rarely took a break, arrived at the middle school department early, showing his high school student ID to the guard, who let him pass without any issues.
The facilities at the middle school department were surprisingly luxurious, with a swimming pool, horse riding arena, and golf course. It was no wonder that this was one of Japan's top schools.
The class system was similar to the high school department.
Hachiman arrived at the third-year building.
"Third-year class" - Hachiman stopped a girl who was loitering near the classroom door and explained his purpose.
The girl's eyes sparkled with curiosity: "Please follow me."
She led Hachiman into the classroom through the back door.
As soon as they entered, Hachiman saw Shishiba Yua, who was sitting in the center of the back row, surrounded by girls who were chatting and laughing with her.
"Someone's looking for you, Yua~"
The girl who had led Hachiman in called out in a somewhat timid tone.
"Wow, a high school student!?"
"Amazing, as expected of Yua~"
School rule number one: when a lower-year student is approached by an upper-year student, they naturally feel a sense of superiority and are often flattered and gossiped about by others.
This scenario was perfect for someone like Hachiman, who was on the fringes of the social circle.
Shishiba Yua saw Hachiman and looked surprised, but still greeted him politely: "Hachiman-kun, what brings you here?"
"Well... I have a favor to ask."
Chapter 300 – In Front of Shishiba's Brother
People are pleased when spoken to—because it satisfies their desire for self-affirmation. It confirms the other party acknowledges them, accepts their existence in this world, and recognizes their worth—enough to be approached. And so they feel happy.
Therefore, even if the person standing before her was her "brother's murderer", Shishiba Yua still felt a subtle joy.
It was an instinct no human could resist.
Her gaze grew somewhat deep, emotions too complex to untangle.
Hikigaya met her eyes.
Eyes are the window to the soul—through hers, Hikigaya sensed something dark, something uncertain.
'So... that amnesia last time was an act after all.'
People may seal away unbearably painful memories—but besides sealing, pretending to forget is also a way to escape the awkwardness of human relationships.
"You need something from me?" Shishiba Yua smiled politely, warmly. "This isn't the place for a serious talk. Please, follow me."
She then turned to bid farewell to her sisters and walked out of the classroom with Hikigaya in tow, leaving behind a graceful figure that invited speculation.
One girl, staring at her back, tugged on Mikoto Gouto's sleeve and asked gossipingly: "Hey, Mikoto-chan, is that guy Yua's boyfriend from the high school division?"
Mikoto Gouto wore an odd expression.
Boyfriend?
Impossible. That guy—Hikigaya Hachiman—was the one who sent her brother to prison…
Still, even if not a boyfriend, what he had done was far beyond anything a boyfriend could do. After all, Yua wouldn't even let her boyfriend spank her, right?
"Mikoto-chan, why aren't you saying anything?" "They're not dating. Just… regular gambling partners." "Eh? No way, the look in Yua's eyes just now—she was practically drooling…"
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"So, Hikigaya-kun, what do you need me for?" "I need you to take part in a gamble."
Hikigaya quickly explained the background and situation to Shishiba Yua.
After finishing, he sat in silence, waiting for her reply.
Every request from her came with a price—usually a heavy one.
Hikigaya was mentally prepared for anything she might demand.
The worst-case scenario: he'd become her personal pet for a day and let her humiliate him…
As long as it wasn't too excessive, Hikigaya was okay with it. He had flexible boundaries.
Of course, this was based on the assumption that Shishiba Yua had changed.
At the very least, sitting face-to-face with her now, Hikigaya no longer sensed the suffocating stench of decay that once clung to her.
Her previous defeat had clearly affected this sixteen-year-old girl.
"Alright~"
"But I have one condition~"
"Name it."
Hikigaya's eyes sharpened, fully focused—whatever she asked next, he wouldn't be shaken.
"Help me say goodbye to the past~" As she spoke, a dark light lit up in her eyes.
She instinctively licked the corner of her lips with a soft pink tongue.
Her entire aura changed—from a refined lady to a fallen witch.
"What do you mean?"
"I chase the strong. My last failure made me realize—I was just a complete loser." Yua crossed her arms, legs lifted, her white-stockinged feet swinging lightly in front of Hikigaya.
"So, to truly say goodbye to the past, I need to change."
She twirled a lock of hair with her finger.
"Find out where Mibuomi Aoi is. Then, in front of him—I want you to do things with me that only couples do." "Hand-holding, linking arms, kissing…" "That's my condition. A total break from the past."
Even though Hikigaya was mentally prepared, upon hearing Shishiba Yua's request, he couldn't help but inhale sharply.
What a venomous demand... Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned… She was cruel to herself—and even crueler to others.
Put yourself in Aoi's shoes—seeing your once-adoring cousin now attached to your mortal enemy… That would be enough to send anyone into shock.
Brutal. So brutal that even as a former enemy, Hikigaya felt a bit sorry for Mibuomi Aoi.
His fiancée had become a pet, and his admiring cousin was about to be used as an emotional tool…
Hikigaya opened his mouth to speak—but seeing the unwavering darkness in the girl's eyes, he swallowed his words.
"Whatever. I'm not the one suffering."
So, he took out his phone and first tried calling Honebami Miroslava—no answer.
Still asleep? Well, after her first time, she had gone all out.
It was understandable she was still unconscious…
Shaking his head, he dialed Momobami Kirari.
This time the call connected immediately.
Kirari smoothly provided the location where Mibuomi Aoi was imprisoned—and the password for access.
Since it was a private prison owned by the Hyakkaou family, the law didn't apply there.
Only the password from Kirari, as the public head of the family, could ensure safety.
After hanging up, Kirari made another call—to the prison—ordering them to "deal with" Mibuomi Aoi.
Back with Hikigaya:
"Got the address. Shall we go now?"
"Wait a bit." Shishiba Yua smiled sweetly—but both of them knew exactly what that smile concealed.
Her mask was now part of her. Even when alone, she never took it off.
"I have to change into the outfit he used to love seeing me wear~ That way, the break with the past will be complete~"
Mibuomi Aoi's favorite outfit?
Not even ten minutes later, Shishiba Yua emerged from her private dressing room.
A flawless white dress, paired with her delicately styled smile… Even Hikigaya had to admit, for a brief moment, his heart wavered.
Protective instinct. The primitive urge to protect something beautiful.
Appearance, age, styling—all aligned. Shishiba Yua embodied the very essence of "pitiful yet lovable."
Even someone who knew her true nature, like Hikigaya, momentarily thought:
'Maybe she's a good girl after all.'
An angel's face, a demon's heart.
Hikigaya mentally warned himself: Never lower your guard around someone like Shishiba Yua. Never judge a woman by her looks.
"Well, Hikigaya-kun, what do you think? Do I look good in this?" She blinked her bright, watery eyes—her expression exuding silent temptation.
"It's… fine, I guess."
"What a shame~" Yua feigned regret. "If you had accepted the Mibuomi family's engagement proposal, maybe you could see me in this outfit every day.
Not just see it… maybe even tear it off, hmm?"
Destructive impulse. The primal urge to ruin something beautiful.
The other side of protective instinct.
Like yin and yang—one contains the other.
Everyone has at some point imagined destroying something beautiful.
But, as the saying goes, "judge people by their actions, not their thoughts." As long as it stays inside, it remains just darkness in the heart.
Still, hearing her provocative words, Hikigaya's heart thumped twice, unwillingly.
"It'd feel amazing to destroy a scene this pure and beautiful." A dangerous thought.
A name came to Hikigaya's mind: Tomie—a woman whose beauty seduces men to destroy her, just like Shishiba Yua.
"I'm not interested. Save your breath. Let's go."
Expressionless, Hikigaya responded.
Shishiba Yua's tricks might have worked on a virgin or the old him—but now?
Hikigaya had tasted flesh. He was a wolf.
Even if the sheep was juicy, he had other options.
No need to settle for one that hid poison in her heart.
"So unromantic~" Yua pouted, but stepped forward and naturally linked arms with Hikigaya, walking out of the student council room.
Outside, Mikoto Gouto was walking with her friends, laughing.
Until she looked up—and saw her "White Moonlight" clinging to the arm of her sworn enemy.
"No… No way…"
Her jaw dropped. As her best friend, she wanted to remind Yua—Hikigaya once spanked her in a gamble! He was the enemy!
But if her warning restored Yua's memory...
Game over.
All the terrible things she'd done might come flooding back.
So to preserve their fragile friendship, Mikoto Gouto stayed silent.
She simply watched Yua's smiling face until she vanished from sight.
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In a dungeon unseen by any satellite…
Mibuomi Aoi had long become a pile of flesh, devoid of his former pride.
Torture, day after day, had crushed all hope.
Fortunately, after surviving the initial torment, he had been left to rot.
Forgotten in the darkest corner.
He gave up thinking.
But today, something changed.
The guards gave him a fresh set of prison clothes and ordered him to shower.
Hope rekindled.
Maybe his family had traded something huge for his release.
Maybe Miharutaki Sakura had saved him via gambling.
Or maybe Hikigaya Hachiman had finally lost…
Whatever it was—change was good.
Sitting behind the bars, Mibuomi Aoi waited for his fate to shift.
Once out—he would take revenge.
Brutal revenge.
Make Hikigaya suffer a fate worse than death!
He clung to the bars as sounds echoed from outside.
'Whoever it is—get me out of this hellhole!'
The door opened.
"Smiles don't disappear—they just shift from one person to another." —The Law of Smile Conservation
Mibuomi's smile froze.
Then vanished.
He couldn't comprehend—let alone forgive—what he saw.
Hikigaya Hachiman and Shishiba Yua.
His sworn enemy and his trusted, blood-related admirer… now together?
Yua was wearing his favorite white dress, clinging lovingly to Hikigaya's arm.
Her smile radiated joy—enough to move even someone in hell.
Like pouring boiling oil on open wounds, Aoi had never felt time crawl so slowly, or pain so vividly.
All previous suffering had led to this moment.
Cough—
He spat blood.
"It's been a while, dear brother~"
Yua's voice was clear and sweet like a spring, her steps delicate as if walking on lotus petals.
Mibuomi forced a weak smile, desperate for hope: "Yua, why are you here? Get away from that monster, Hikigaya Hachiman!"
"Eh?" Yua feigned innocence, touching her chin with a finger, pouting. She shook her head in response to Aoi's hopeful gaze.
"Wrong~ I know everything about Hikigaya-kun. It's because he's stronger than you that I've chosen to follow him~"
Her voice turned sultry.
Her entire demeanor shifted.
Like a temptress, she clung to Hikigaya, her body pressed tightly against his, fingers clutching his collarbone, her cheek resting on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
"You don't know, do you, brother? I've already become Hikigaya-sama's woman~"
Then, rising on her toes, she kissed Hikigaya on the cheek—in full view of Mibuomi Aoi.
"A loser like you—should just stay in hell forever!"