A week had passed since the day I stormed into the yakuza office.
Looking back, the environment surrounding me had changed radically â if not drastically â in the past week alone.
The reaction to the special news programme was tremendous, both inside and outside the school, and it caused a huge stir.
In this age of falling birthrates and an ageing population, securing students was the biggest challenge for public schools.
If a school was in the scene of a large-scale kidnapping and was then described by a TV commentator as a ăterrible schoolă, the negative image of the school was fatal. It was not something that could easily be wiped out.
A decrease in the number of applicants for the next year was inevitable, and if the number of applicants decreased, the deviation score would decrease, and if the deviation score decreased, the number of applicants would decrease even more, which was a vicious circle.
Although it was often misunderstood, public schools were for-profit organisations that sold the product of education, not charities. A decline in the number of students meant a reduction in income, and it was quite possible that the school could go out of business.
Naturally, the board was furious. Unable to hold the kidnappers, who had already been caught, accountable, their anger was directed at the students who caused the problem.
As a result, the attack on me by first-year students of the football club was thoroughly investigated, although it did not result in a criminal case, and Kasuya-kun and the first-year students in question were suspended indefinitely. The football club was closed down.
Of course, the club members who had nothing to do with it were not happy.
Their anger was naturally directed at Kasuya-kun and the others. When the suspensions were lifted, there would no longer be a place for them at school.
Also, Teruya-san, the biological sister of the kidnapper, Anna Kamishima, apparently left the dormitory the day after the special news programme, submitting a notice of withdrawal to the school.
I didnât know what happened to her after that, but there were some untrue rumours that she was working in a girlsâ bar in the neighbouring prefecture.
And how did the boy in question, K, in other words me, feel? I thought I was treated a little betterâŠ..although I was far from a hero.
However, at best, the name ăKimojimaă had changed to ăKijima-kună. Rather than being popular, I was thought of, mainly by boys, as ăa bad guy who goes into the yakuza office by himself. Itâs better not to get involved with himă.
I didnât have any friends to begin with, so there were no hurtful feelings, but if I had friends, I would have almost lost them. Yes, it was really dangerous.
On the other hand, as for the girlsâŠ..I honestly didnât know. My impression was that more girls were returning my greetings, to be honest. That was my impression.
Fujiwara-san said: [Itâs troubling that more and more people are showing their eyes to Fuâmin. Itâs too late for them to realise how good Fumin is now!] But I didnât feel anything like that at all. It was a pity, really.
But that was not to say that outside of class there hadnât been real and palpable changes.
In fact, I was now heading to school hand in hand with a lovely girl.
She was Saori Moribe. She was a first-year student and a member of the liberated athletics club.
The reason why I was going to school hand in hand with such a girl was because last night, she came all the way to my house with her parents to say hello.
When the parents bowed deeply at the door and said, [Thank you very much for rescuing our Saori], I was embarrassed. After all, I was the culprit.
And at that time, her mother asked me to do something for her. She was worried that she might be abducted again. [âŠ.If it wouldnât be too much trouble, would you mind accompanying her to school in the morning?].
I got to go to school with a pretty girl. I could only call it a reward. When I agreed to it without a second thought, I could see her expression light up.
âAa, Iâll beâŠâŠin your care from tomorrow onwards. Onii-chan.â
I really thought I could eat three bowls of rice just from the sound of that ăOnii-chană.
âWhatâs wrong? Onii-chan.â
âOh, sorry, I was just thinking something.â
I smiled, and she smiled back at me, the corners of her eyes lowered and squishy.
ââŠâŠWhat a lovely creature.â
She was a lovely girl with a ladylike atmosphere, with bangs and shoulder-length black hair. She was petite, with a baby face and infantile body shape, and she looked quiet and timidâŠâŠEven I, who had a slight S tendency, was like a chihuahua who was intensely tickled by the desire for protection.
I heard that even in primary school, I used to take her hand and go to school with her, and she and I were supposed to be childhood friends âŠ..who lived in the same residential area, but to be honest, it felt quite strange to say so.
Somehow, I didnât remember a single thing about her.
I left Saori-chan at the school gate and headed to my classroom.
ĂĂĂ
âAh, Kijima-kun, good morning.â
âGood morning!â
âGo, good morningâŠâŠâ
When I stepped into the classroom, I was greeted by several girls and I took my seat, still in the same creepy way. However, the most unintelligible thing that had happened recently was that I was now being called cute instead of creepy in the same creepy way.
After a while, Fujiwara-san entered the classroom saying, [Chorissu!] .
âOhayo, Fuâmin! Ehehe âŠâŠâ
She threw her bag down on the seat next to mine and clung to my arm with her chair attached to mine. For my classmates, this would no longer be an unusual scene.
A few minutes later, Masaki-chan and Kurosawa-san entered the classroom together.
The two victims of this kidnapping incident. As it was their first day of school after the incident, the air in the classroom was instantly filled with tension. However, the girls themselves did not seem to mind the stares of their classmates.
âFumio-kun, good morning.â
âGood morning, Fumio.â
The girls didnât head for their seats, but came straight towards me.
âMisuzu, Masaki-chi! Good morning, I see youâre coming today!â
Before I could return the greeting, Fujiwara-san raised her hand and Masaki-chan replied, [Good morning, Mai-chan], while Masaki-chan carried a chair from the seat next to her with an [unsho], sat down, and clung to my arm, the arm opposite to Fujiwara-san, as it was.
âHuh!? Wait, wait! Masaki-chi! What are you doing to my boyfriend!?â
As soon as I saw Masaki-chanâs powerful breasts swallowing my arms, Fujiwara-san raised her voice, astonished at the sight.
âWhat exactly am I doing? Of course, Iâd like to express my gratitude to him. Itâs my way of saying thank you for saving me from the yakuza. Oh right, Fumio-kun also loves me so much that he wrote me a love letter, so I thought heâd like it if I did this for him.â
âLove letters are a thing of the past! Heâs my boyfriend now!â
âWell, Mai-chan, shouldnât you be proud when your boyfriend is so popular with the girls?â
âEh? âŠâŠWell, yeah, I guess so.â
âSo, itâs not a problem. Come on, Misuzu-chan, letâs do it too.â
âEh, wa!? Wait!?â
Fujiwara-sanâs eyes were black and white as she was forced to deal with Masaki-chanâs incomprehensible logic. On the other hand, Kurosawa-san was somewhat fidgety.
âAa, I donât really think ofâŠ..Fumio as anything, but Iâm embarrassedâŠâŠin a place like thisâŠâŠ.â
âYour tsundere hasnât been cured yet, huh?â
When Masaki let out an exasperated voice, Kurosawa-san tried to control her anger.
âDonât talk to me like Iâm sick! All right,I get it! already!â
Saying that, Kurosawa-san hugged me from behind, [Ei].
âI-i-i-i-itâs not like Iâm trying to get attached to Fumio, you know! Please donât get me wrong!â
ââŠI received a superb tsundere. Thank you.â
It was a paradise of big tits, beautiful tits and poor tits in the early morning. The boysâ stares were painful, but on the other hand, if I listened to the voices leaking from the girlsâ sideâŠ
âHe saved their life, so itâs only natural that they fell in love with him, isnât it? Itâs going to be tough for you from now on, Mai-chan.â
âLately, Kijima-kun is looking good. Kasuya-kun canât do anything about it if heâs like that, and Kurosawa-san might be thinking about switching.â
âAhaha, itâs kind of cute when Kijima-kun is embarrassed.â
ââFor some reason they were quite favourable.
Perhaps she couldnât say anything strongly with these two as her opponents, but Fujiwara-san jiggled her legs and spoke.
âMouu!! Both of you! You can do it until class begins! But once class starts, Fuâmin is all mine!â
ââŠ. I mean, you should also stay away from me during class, Fujiwara-san.â
And every time we entered recess, the same exchange between Kurosawa-san, Masaki-chan and Fujiwara-san was repeated, and the gazes of our classmates turned sweet and warm.
ĂĂĂ
After a noisy recess, when fourth period classes were about to begin, Lili suddenly appeared in mid-air.
âFumiFumi, weâre heading to the roof right now, Devi. Itâs time to help people, Devi!â
She smiled with her double teeth bared.
âIâve got a bad feeling about the devil helping peopleâŠâŠ.â
âWell, you can leave it alone, Devi⊠But itâs also kind of annoying to be depressed by FumiFumi, Devi. Donât be shy, feel free to fuck her, Devi!â
âFeel free to fuck herâŠyou think thatâs helping people?â
âWell, well, youâll understand when you get there, Devi.â
Yeah, I didnât get it at all. But since Lili went to the trouble of showing up at the school, there must be a good reason for it.
âFujiwara-sanâŠâŠ I forgot to use the restroom. Iâm gonna go now.â
âEh, class is about to start, hey, Fuâmin, Fuâmin!â
I shook off her hand and ran out of the classroom.
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[Fukada Rin P.O.V]
âI canât do this anymoreâŠâŠ.I canât do thisâŠâŠ.â
I heard my own voice in my ears, moist with tears.
I put my hand on the rooftop fence and muttered to myself.
The events of that worst day had been sitting in my head and would not go away.
The day I became invisible, the day I was nowhere to be found.
The day after that news special, I had planned to miss school.
If I went to school, the teachers would probably be angry with me. That was what I thought.
But a certain android from the future came to pick me up at the dormitory.
âăI will never allow you to take a day off.ăâ
Fujiwara-senpai said so.
I didnât want to get angry. I thought that I could somehow get away with it, but I had already learned to my disgust that it was useless to resist.
I reluctantly packed up and left my dorm room.
But my perception was too naive. Only the teachers would be angry with me? It was laughable. That was not going to be the end of it.
âMorningâŠ..â
When I entered the classroom, cold stares pierced me at once. And when I turned to look at them, they all looked away quickly.
âM,morinâŠ.â
The boy sitting next to me, who always glanced at me, also looked away silently.
âOh, umâŠâŠâ
When I tried to speak to him, the boy in the seat in front of me walked away silently.
âW,WhatâŠ..this?â
As I sat still, the sound of girls in my class talking jumped into my earsâŠâŠ.talking about me.
âHow could that girl come to school? Is she stupid?â
âI meanâŠâŠsheâs so gutless. If you get involved with her, you never know what kind of accusations she will make against you.â
âIf youâre framed as a kidnapper like Kijima-senpai, itâll be a disaster.â
âLook, look, you were called a sociopath on TV. She canât read the atmosphere. Although everyone hated her before, she didnât understand it at all. She wanted to be pampered by men, so she was acting pretentious.â
That day, I spent the whole day downcast. It was the worst day of my life.
But that wasnât the end of it.
When I returned to the dormitory, all my stuff had been taken out of my room in the corridor.
âWhat, why?â
I asked the head of the dormitory who was there and she sniffed annoyingly.
âYour roommate said she didnât want to share a room with Fukuda-san. The other girls all said they didnât like it either. Can you please move to a single room?â
Thus I was moved to a corner room on the second floor. It was a windowless three-mat room, which until yesterday had been used as a storeroom. No bed, a set of futons and no furniture.
It was hopeless. I didnât want to go any more. But even when I whined that I didnât want to go to school, that android from the future would force me to come and pick me up every morning.
Itâs like, [If you donât do what I say, your family will be in trouble.]
If I left class, no one would worry about me.
I didnât know how many days I hadnât spoken to people properly. I was not asking them to pamper me, but I wanted them at least not to treat me like an air.
âMaybe I should just dieâŠâŠMaybe then it would be easierâŠ..â
Through the fence, I looked into the schoolyard from the rooftop.
I felt like I was being sucked in. Now it would be during PE class. There were lots of pupils on the ground. If I jumped down, they would notice me immediately.
Would the student who ignored me feel a little guilty?ăOr would they laugh and say they were happy? But if they were still indifferentâŠâŠI didnât like that.
âWell, okay. If it makes them feel betterâŠâŠthatâs good.â
I tiptoed over the fence to end it all.
At that moment, I heard a manâs voice behind me. It sounded familiar.
âYouâve looked a lot shabbier in the little time Iâve been awayâŠâ
I looked behind me and there he was â that creepy guy.
âWh, what do you want? Itâs all your faultâŠâŠ.â
In fact, I thought I look pretty shabby now. My hair was shaggy. I didnât take care of my skin at all. There was no point in dressing up if no one would take me seriously.
âThinking of killing yourself?â
âYes, Iâm going to jump now! Itâs your fault!â
Something was strange. I was happy about the fact that he was talking to me, even though I didnât want to see his face. I didnât want to admit it, but I was very, very happy that someone responded.
Even if the reply was lousy [Hmm, well, itâs a waste of time, let me do you once before you die].
âHaa!? Are you kidding meâŠ..!?â
Kimo-buta immediately grabbed my chest and forcefully held me against the fence.
âYouâre in no position to talk back.â
âIâll tell you what! Iâm going to tell them that youâve been raping me!â
âYou knowâŠâŠ between you and me. Who do you think people will believe?â
âT-thatâsâŠâŠâ
âTheyâll just think youâre crazy again, right? Nobodyâs going to believe you anymore.â
âU,uuuâŠ..â
I could only nod my head. That was a fact.
The next moment, Kimo-buta pressed his lips to mine.
âNoâŠâŠ stopâŠâŠ.â
I tried to hate it, but I couldnât shake it off. One of his hands twisted up my breast and simultaneously his other hand touched her skirt. His hands were incredibly experienced. As his fingers crawled across my breasts and between my legs, I was terrified that, with incredible speed, my disgust was being replaced by pleasure.
âOh no, donâtâŠâŠan, yu, let me goâŠâŠaaa, ah.â
I found that my underwear had been pulled down and my breasts were bare.
âWh,Why is this guy so skilled at thisâŠâŠ?â
âAre you sure? Iâm the only person who cares about you, you know?â
âEehâŠâŠ?â
âYou want attention, donât you?â
âYeah, butâŠâŠ.â
The next moment I was involuntarily confused, he made me turn my back to him and pressed my cheek against the fence.
âBut, no. Thatâs not the answer. All you have to say to me isăyesă.â
Instantly, something hard touched my crotch. Unexpectedly, I felt a rush of blood.
âHiii!?â
The next moment, something entered me, as if prying my groin open.
âOuch, ouch, no, stop, itâs ripping, itâs ripping!â
But he didnât stop. The more I tried to deny him and tried to escape from his hips, the more it slithered in and out.
âNoo, it hurts, it hurts, stop it, stop itâŠ..â
âYou are now, my masturbator!â
I screamed [Gyaaa] as I felt a big stick ripping me apart. A mixture of pain and heat. My whole body was inexplicably on fire, and cold sweat ran down my skin.
âItâs my first timeâŠâŠ you are terribleâŠ.â
The pain made my tear glands hot, and if I looked at the joint, I could see that Kimo-butaâs extremely thick thing was stuck into the base. It was a shocking sight.
âYouâve got a terrible personality, but youâve got a pretty good one here.â
âUuuuuu⊠t-thatâs enoughâŠâŠ j-just pull it out already!â
âAre you stupid? Itâs sex until I move and come inside you.â
âDonât talk to me like itâs a field tripâŠ.hyan!â
The slightest movement of his hips was followed by a sharp pain that felt like salt being applied to the wound.
âOuch, it hurts!â
No matter how much I screamed and complained about the pain, the Kimo-buta did not stop moving his hips. I felt as if my body was being ripped to pieces. ButâŠ
âGood, not bad. Rinâs pussy is pretty good.â
âIt would be so much cuter if you just stayed in my arms like this.â
âYour facial expressions are fake, but when you get fucked, you look amazingâ
Whenever Kimo-buta said this to me, I felt an itch in my groin, even though I was uncomfortable, even though I was supposed to be uncomfortable.
ĂĂĂ
I grabbed Rin Fukuda by the hair, wiped off the semen clinging to my penis with it and lifted up my trousers.
âHaa, haaâŠyouâre the worstâŠâ
Rin stared at me as she collapsed into a crumpled heap, dripping bloody white fluid from between her legs.
She was breathing hard, her hands clutching the fence with her fingers, like a defeated boxer leaning against the corner post. I didnât know if she was aware of it or not, but there was a life in her eyes that was different from before.
âRin, come here tomorrow at this time. Iâll be here for you.â
âWhoâs coming toâŠâŠyou?â
âNo, youâre gonna come. Thereâs no one but me for a stupid girl like you.â
âOf course, Iâm not coming. Youâre an idiot.â
âAlso, you should clean up a bit when you meet me. Then youâll be pretty in your own way.â
âListen to me!â
âWell, itâs almost lunchtime. If you want to be seen, then so be it.â
She hurriedly pulled down her skirt, which was rolled up, and closed her crotch. Then she ran a hand through her hair as she buttoned up her blouse and scowled grandly.
âUwaaâŠâŠmy hair is sticky. What are you going to do about it?â
âDonât worry, no one will notice. Cause nobodyâs looking at you anymore.â
I threw a handkerchief in her direction and left the rooftop.
Tomorrow, she would be here again. I had no doubt that she would be here again tomorrow.