By mid-May, I decided to hold another study session.
If we wanted to rise to a higher class, we had to raise the class's academic level.
If we remained in a state where every test came with the fear of expulsions, competing with other classes would be nothing but a pipe dream.
So—
I chose to tutor the three students with the most serious problems.
The first time, they complained my attitude was bad, and the session failed.
To be honest, I seriously considered cutting them off right then.
Dealing with fools is… unbearably exhausting.
Even so, I hosted a second study group.
Not because of Ayanokouji-kun's strangely suggestive words.
I was teaching those three for *my own sake*.
That was all.
But Ike-kun and Yamauchi-kun were hopeless.
They insisted that cramming the night before would be enough, and wouldn't listen even to Ayanokouji-kun's persuasion.
Sudou-kun refused to join as well, arguing that if someone else was skipping, then he should be allowed to skip too.
I thought of using Kushida-san to call them out—
but she hadn't looked lively lately.
Even when Ayanokouji-kun spoke to her, she only responded vaguely.
The Kushida-san who once used every trick she had to get closer to me had completely disappeared.
While all this was happening, rumors about Ike-kun and Yamauchi-kun began spreading.
People were saying the two were trying to assault a girl.
I assumed it was slander—
but much of the class believed it.
Whether it was true didn't matter.
The class simply needed a shared enemy, a scapegoat to bond over.
The two grew even more isolated, and stopped paying attention in class.
If this continued, they would definitely fail.
We would end up with expulsions.
"…What am I supposed to do…"
I sighed in my room.
I had opened my textbooks to study, but I couldn't concentrate at all.
Ike-kun and Yamauchi-kun had been absent two days in a row.
According to Chabashira-sensei, they were ill.
Suspicious—two inseparable boys falling sick at the same time—but if a teacher said "illness," there wasn't much I could chase them over.
"…Haa."
I put my pen down.
At this rate, even *my* grades would suffer.
Lately I hadn't even been getting sleepy during class.
Because *he* wasn't there anymore.
It had been two weeks since I last saw him.
"…Nnh… not now…"
Just thinking about him made my body throb.
I squeezed my thighs together, fidgeting.
No—no, stop.
But I couldn't resist.
I slid my hand into my panties.
A wet sound splashed—
I was already drenched, without even touching myself properly yet.
"This is… not the time… ah… haah…"
I slowly sank my middle finger into my aching heat.
Leaning back against the chair, legs stretched, staring up at the ceiling.
"Stop… no… I shouldn't… ahh…!"
With my right hand stroking my sex, I pinched my nipple with my left.
"Nn… ngh… this is… I'm such a pervert…"
It wasn't perverted for a girl to masturbate—
but until now, I had lived strictly, pouring everything into studying.
All to make my brother acknowledge me.
I never had time for something like masturbation.
But now…
My body craved it every day.
It had become a routine.
It felt good—
yet my heart was never satisfied.
I knew the reason.
But I didn't want to admit it.
I closed my eyes.
"Ah… nn… ngh…"
I pictured that thick, powerful cock.
Why had he suddenly stopped coming?
Was he tired of my body?
Was he forcing himself onto some other girl now?
My chest tightened.
I pushed my middle finger deeper, rubbing my clit with my left hand.
My movements grew desperate, like I was trying to fill the emptiness inside me.
The mirror showed an indecent girl, greedily drowning in pleasure.
Disgustingly shameless.
Tears welled up.
I knew I had to stop but my fingers wouldn't.
"Ah… no… I'm— I'm c-cumming—"
My back ached against the chair, but pleasure drowned it all out.
"Mm—! Nngh…!"
My body trembled in pulses, teeth clenched.
Collapsing into the chair, soaking with sweat, hair sticking to my cheek.
I had just bathed—
now I needed another shower.
The bathwater was already drained, so a quick shower would have to do.
The utilities were free, but I refused to grow complacent.
I drowsily lifted myself up—
—and finally noticed the boy sitting on my bed.
"Yo."
He casually raised a hand.
My mind went completely blank.
"W–wha… When did you—!?"
"Pretty intense masturbation."
"Forget that immediately."
Instinctively, I grabbed a mechanical pencil from my desk and swung it at him.
He caught my wrist with an amused smile.
The pencil slipped from my grip, bounced off the wall, and rolled under the bed.
"You don't seem happy to see me. Should I come back another day?"
"—Ah."
He let go and casually turned to leave.
Wait.
Don't go.
I reached out helplessly—
"I'm joking. Don't make that about-to-cry face."
"…That's your imagination. I'm not crying."
He pulled me close and lifted my chin with a finger.
We stared at each other, time slipping away.
My heart pounded painfully.
"Not resisting today?"
"There's no point.
You can force me to obey if you want to."
"I'm going to kiss you."
"…Do as you like."
I relaxed, resigned, and closed my eyes.
Something warm brushed my lips.
I expected him to push his tongue inside—
but the kiss ended instantly.
Our lips parted.
I glared at him.
"…You're unfair."
"Am I?"
"Yes.
You always appear suddenly and do whatever you want.
You don't care how much you throw me around."
He chuckled, then suddenly lifted me in his arms.
Before I knew it, I was on the bed.
He stripped my pajamas smoothly.
In seconds, I was naked—
and so was he.
My eyes were drawn to his erect cock.
"You're wet enough already. I'm going in."
"Nn… do as you… want…"
His thickness sank into me.
My body jolted at the shock of being filled again.
My walls stretched tightly—almost painfully—
yet I felt warmth blooming in my heart, overflowing with relief.
"Mmh… ngh… you're as big as ever…"
"And you're as tight as always. It feels amazing."
"Good… for you… ah— aaah!"
He thrust deep with long, slow strokes.
I couldn't help crying out.
My hips melted, losing all strength.
"Don't change pace so suddenly—!"
"Sorry. It's been a while. Lost my control."
A while.
Meaning he hadn't touched anyone else.
A strange relief washed over me—
even though it was probably just words.
Even though it wasn't supposed to matter to me.
"You're… a liar."
"What's that about?"
He paused for a moment—
but restarted immediately.
Pleasure over analysis.
Wet noises echoed as his cock stirred my juices.
"Aah— aaah— no—!"
His careful rhythm hit every sensitive spot.
My body burned, dripping with sweat.
Every time he kissed my cervix, sparks ran through my skull.
"Mm—ah—hah—!"
Leaning down, he kissed me again.
My eyes widened, then softened.
"Mmh… chuu… nnh…"
Our tongues tangled.
He pinched my nipple, making my body jerk.
"Nnh—! Ah— mmmh— my nipples… that feels good—"
"Only your nipples?"
"…Do I… have to say it?"
"Yeah.
Tell me."
"…I want you to move… down below… too…"
My cheeks flushed bright red.
Too embarrassed to look him in the eye.
He smirked wickedly.
"You want my cock?"
"…Don't say crude things."
"Say it honestly or I'll stop."
His hips froze.
My mind lagged behind his words.
He held my hips in place, keeping me from escaping the stillness.
My body craved movement.
Heat swelled unbearably.
"S-stop… don't tease me like this…!"
I tried moving on my own, but his grip was iron.
I glared through teary eyes.
If I loosened up even a little, I would start crying.
"Why do you do things like this… It's awful… I just—"
I couldn't say the rest.
I hated how stubborn I was.
"Sorry. I pushed too far."
He let go—
and slammed his hips into me.
Not teasing strokes—
but rough, devouring thrusts.
"Aaah—! No—! Not so… so sudden—!"
His cock ravaged me, sending sparks through my whole body.
My nipples rubbed against his muscular chest, sending lightning up my spine.
We writhed together, drenched in sweat, chasing pleasure.
"Aah— hah— no— that… that's too much—!
Ah— aah— aaah—!"
It was sex far too intense for a high-schooler.
The room overflowed with thick, suffocating sex scent.
"I'm close."
"Ah— nn— a-are you… coming…?"
"Yeah. I'm going to cum inside."
"…Do as you like."
He pulled me tight against him.
Our bodies pressed flush.
Even so, he kept thrusting powerfully.
Short, rapid strokes.
The last sprint.
He battered my depths over and over.
Pleasure crashed into my brain, overwhelming.
"Aaah—! I'm— I'm cumming—! Aaah— aah— ah—!"
Even though I'd get filled if we stayed close like this—
I clung to him desperately.
Arms wrapped around his neck, legs locked around his waist.
Despite the awkward position, he thrust mercilessly.
"I'm cumming—!"
"Cum— cum inside—! Do it—!"
And then—hot semen burst deep in my womb.
My back arched violently.
"Aaaah— I'm cumming—! Cumming—!"
His cock throbbed wildly, pumping thick streams against my womb.
I held him tightly, accepting all of it.
"…Ah… haah… haaah…"
It felt like our bodies were melting together.
When he finally finished releasing every drop, he collapsed on top of me.
"…You're heavy. Are you trying to suffocate me?"
"Sorry. I'll move…"
He pushed himself up—
then gave me a baffled look.
"What now?"
I frowned, not understanding.
"How long are you planning to cling to me?"
I froze.
I was still wrapped around him with arms and legs.
My face burned red.
"T-that's… different. It was… unavoidable."
"…That's not what 'unavoidable' means."
He smiled wryly at my nonsensical excuse.
Later that night, I descended from the rooftop using a rope.
Landing lightly on the balcony, humming—
and slipped in with my lockpicking trick.
Horikita was masturbating.
I used my presence-concealment skill and enjoyed the show.
Both hands teasing her nipples and clit, finger pistoning inside herself.
A serious, full-power masturbation session.
Thank you very much.
It had been two weeks since I last visited her room.
I only meant to check on her—
But I wanted to fuck her.
I *needed* to fuck her.
After seeing something that erotic.
I couldn't resist.
So we had sex.
Surprisingly easy to crack, Horikita always ended up letting me have her.
"…You could show a little restraint.
I thought I was going to die."
She glared at me with half-lidded eyes from my arm pillow.
Adorable.
I had just filled her three times.
Her legs had completely given out, and I needed a break too.
We lay together, talking lazily in her futon.
"RAAAPE— ■■■■■■—!!"
Dumbledore was rampaging on the balcony like a Berserker.
A limited pickup gacha character, apparently.
I wasn't rolling.
Since I let lust win and had normal sex, the old man was furious.
Whatever.
He could seethe.
Putting the old man aside, I told Horikita why I'd come.
"You're worried about Ike, Yamauchi, and Sudou, aren't you."
"…Yes."
"I have one idea."
She frowned.
I explained.
"Tell Ike and Yamauchi:
If they don't cooperate, you'll reveal their 'secret.'"
"What secret?"
I smirked mysteriously.
I couldn't tell her they raped Kushida.
Horikita was surprisingly normal in morals—she wouldn't tolerate crime.
"If they still refuse to study, then there's nothing to be done.
Expulsion would be inevitable."
I wanted to keep Ike and Yamauchi in the class.
They were perfect hate-magnets for Kushida's unpredictability.
If they got expelled, my usefulness—my violence—would lose value.
Kushida would regain her freedom to act, and maybe uncover my identity.
"…You even know about my relationship with my brother.
Just how much do you know?"
"Who knows."
I kissed her to dodge the question.
"…You're just distracting me again."
She understood, but didn't dislike it.
Afterward, we bathed together, I washed her limp body, put her to bed, and returned to my room.
"■■■■■■■■■■—!!"
I couldn't sleep at all because Dumbledore spent the whole night berserking.
Thankfully he was incorporeal and couldn't break furniture—
but I definitely needed a solution soon.
Ike and Yamauchi returned to school on the fourth day after I beat them.
Longer than expected.
Maybe Chabashira chewed them out.
Both had big square bandages on their faces.
When the boys asked what happened, they laughed awkwardly.
"Fell down the stairs. Dragged Yamauchi with me, kissed the floor."
"Haha. Sounds fake, right? What rotten luck."
They smiled at the boys—
but when they spotted me, their shoulders shrank and they hurried back to their seats.
Even so, they kept glancing at Kushida.
Kushida showed them a single moment of blank, expressionless disgust—
then returned to smiling among the girls.
"Excuse me."
Horikita addressed them.
Ayanokouji stood beside her—probably as backup.
"Um… T-Tanaka-kun…"
Again?
Kushida stood with both hands pressed shyly at her chest.
Cute.
"After school… want to go to the café together?"
Girls stared with sparkling eyes.
Boys radiated murderous pressure.
Front gate tiger, back gate wolf.
"…I'll think about it."
The girls booed.
"Come on, Tanaka! Give a clear answer already!"
Shinohara—
short-haired, strong-willed, part of Karuizawa's group.
In the original, she gets along with Ike—
but not in this world.
No chance.
How did it come to this—
I'm supposed to be a terrifying rapist.
"…Fine. I'll go. Stop yelling in my ear."
"Good. Got your consent."
Shinohara high-fived Kushida.
"Ah, um… thank you…"
Kushida awkwardly raised her hand—
so this wasn't planned in advance.
Shinohara acted on her own.
"Um… if you really don't want to, you can say no…"
Kushida looked up at me with pleading eyes.
If I refused, she might cry.
"Don't worry. I wanted to try the café at least once."
"Mm… thank you. You're kind, Tanaka-kun."
"…How?"
For a moment, I thought she was teasing me.
I was the furthest thing from kind.
After all—
I was the one who let her get raped.
"DAMN YOOOUUU TANAKAAAAA—!!"
"YOU PIECE OF TANAKA TRASH—!!"
"Why does a background mob like you get close to Kushida-chan!?"
The jealousy was annoying, but as a former loner, I felt nothing.
As chaos erupted, Chabashira-sensei walked in.
"You're lucky you don't have any points left to lose."
She sighed heavily.