Tuesday.
The morning sun had just risen, illuminating a ssy bedroom in the Rokuhara residence.
Ren opened his eyes, the ache in his body a reminder of the previous night's sexual activities. But instead of feeling tired, a wild urge surged within him. Mornings were when his libido peaked, and he would satisfy it without care.
Ren stepped out of the room. Without much talk, he approached Hayasaka from behind, his hands imdiately exploring inappropriate places. Hayasaka gasped briefly but then fell silent, letting his hands roam.
The others only glanced briefly before resuming their activities. Initially, they were embarrassed seeing Ren and another girl in lewd scenes in front of each other. But after it happened too often, their sha turned to numbness.
They had grown accustod to taking turns satisfying Ren's depraved desires. For them, it had beco a morning routine, proof of their devotion to him.
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Ohananomitsu High School. Teacher's Office.
"So, what's your excuse for skipping class yesterday, Rokuhara?"
Hiratsuka Shizuka's voice bood in the quiet corner of the teacher's office. The single woman in her thirties sat with legs crossed, her sharp gaze enough to make any student tremble.
Unfortunately, Ren wasn't an ordinary student. His expression was flat, almost bored.
"I had urgent business yesterday."
The lie slipped from his mouth as easily as breathing.
"Then why didn't you inform the school?" Hiratsuka pressed, unconvinced.
"I forgot."
"You… Haaah…"
A long sigh escaped Hiratsuka's nose. She propped her elbow on the desk, glaring at Ren with a frown.
"You weren't a standout student before, but you weren't a troublemaker like now. Sothing's different. Did sothing happen to you, Rokuhara? I don't want you going down the wrong path."
Unlike most Japanese teachers who were indifferent to students, Hiratsuka genuinely cared for hers. Her concern shone sincerely in her eyes.
"…"
Ren nearly chuckled. The wrong path? He'd been far down that road since his previous life!
"Hiratsuka-sensei's overthinking. I'm not in trouble. Everything's fine. Is there anything else you want to discuss? Class is about to start."
"You don't look remotely sorry, Rokuhara. If I told you to write a reflection, you'd refuse, wouldn't you?"
"Hiratsuka-sensei knows well."
"Tsk! At least pretend in front of ! Fine, get out of here."
"Then, if you'll excuse , Hiratsuka-sensei."
As he turned, Ren's gaze briefly flicked to Kirisu Mafuyu, the beautiful teacher at the desk next to Hiratsuka. She had been quietly observing him. Unlike Hiratsuka's caring look, hers was a cold analysis, laced with suspicion and slight dislike.
Ren hated that look. It made him feel like a specin under scrutiny.
He left the teacher's office, his steps calm in the now-busy corridor. His wicked mind was already at work, dismissing the remnants of the conversation.
(I don't like how Kirisu-sensei looks at . Does she think she can judge ? Should I let her et the sa fate as Raiha?) he thought, a thin, cold smile forming.
He wondered if that ugly bastard, Watanabe Seiya, let Raiha go ho or kept her overnight, still going at it like animals in mating season.
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Ti passed quickly. School dismissal arrived.
The bell rang, signaling the end of lessons, and the school buzzed with student activity.
They split into two groups: those eagerly heading to their club rooms and those rushing ho or hanging out with friends.
Ren belonged to neither. Or rather, he didn't have many people worthy of being called friends.
There were three guys sowhat close to him: Gentouga Keitarou, Kuze Masachika, and Fujii Natsuo.
Keitarou had been mysteriously absent since last sester, no longer attending school.
Masachika? His fate was tragic. His face was perpetually gloomy now. Everything changed after he received a video from an anonymous sender showing Alya and Masha—the won he once loved and currently liked—having wild sex like sluts. In short, he was an NTR victim.
As for Natsuo, he was too busy watching and pampering his own harem, terrified they might turn to other n.
In short, Ren had no male friends to hang out with for now.
"Where should I go for this date?" Ren mumbled, walking down the corridor with hands in his pockets. "Amusent park? Ugh, I just went there with Ichika. Movies? Too clichéd and boring. Forget it, I'll ask my cute junior. She'll have ideas."
After dismissing the date location, his steps grew lighter. His mood was good, enjoying the freedom after a day confined in class.
Passing a second-floor window, his eyes caught an intriguing sight in the school courtyard. Ren stopped, standing by the window with a faint smile.
"Oh? Has the plot begun?"
Below was an unusual pair. A nerdy guy with large round glasses, looking nervous and awkward. Beside him, a flashy gyaru girl—short skirt, bold makeup, and confident aura—chatted with him familiarly.
A nerd and a gyaru? Their close, couple-like interaction naturally drew curious stares from other students.
"Ayase Momo and Okarun, huh…" Ren muttered, recognizing the pair. "Looks like the status quo at this school is about to change. Well, change isn't bad. Hopefully, it's more entertaining."
He looked away, no longer interested. The heroines from Dandadan didn't appeal to him because of their short hair.
To Ren, a woman's charm lay in long hair he could touch and grip. Without it, they were just scenery worth ignoring.
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Ten minutes' walk from Ohananomitsu High School, Ren turned into a quiet, narrow alley hidden from the main street's bustle.
There, as promised, a girl with long blue hair down to her waist waited for him.
"Good afternoon, Ren-senpai."
Sonoda Umi, a junior from the Archery Club, greeted him softly. Her clear eyes sparkled like a lake, gazing at the man she adored.
"Afternoon, Umi. Let check you."
Without waiting for a reply, Ren crouched in front of her. With a practiced motion, he lifted the hem of Umi's uniform skirt as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Beneath the short school uniform skirt, there was no fabric protecting her. Only Umi's smooth skin was exposed, open for him to see and touch.
"Good. You really followed my rule not to wear panties."
As he praised her, Ren's other hand didn't stay idle. His fingers began stroking Umi's toned thigh, slowly moving to more intimate areas. His touch was full of possessive claim.
"Mhm~ Perverted Senpai!"
"Asking not to wear panties at school… Do you know how careful I had to be all day? I was constantly worried the wind might lift my skirt, and every ti I climbed stairs, I had to hold it down tightly. It felt like doing sothing forbidden the whole ti…"
Though Umi's complaints sounded genuine, there was no anger on her face. Instead, there was a thrill of excitent and shyness as her boyfriend—in a deeply twisted sense—treated her this way.
"Thanks for indulging my selfishness, Umi." Ren whispered, his voice low and intoxicating, as he continued caressing.
"Senpai… That's unfair…" Umi protested weakly, her breath growing uneven.
Seeing Ren's face so close and hearing his seductive voice, Umi closed her eyes, surrendering completely.
Noticing her passive signal, Ren gave a faint smile. He closed the distance, greedily pressing his lips to hers, savoring the sweetness within. His kiss was deep and dominating.
anwhile, his free hand didn't idle, squeezing Umi's plump backside beneath her skirt, relishing the sensation of soft skin directly against his palm.
After what felt like a long ti to Umi, they parted. She was panting, her face flushed red, her uniform slightly disheveled. Trembling, Umi adjusted her skirt and blouse, trying to restore so decency.
But instead of pulling away, Umi drew closer, clinging tightly to Ren's arm, pressing her body against his. Like that, with her face still flushed and heart racing, they walked out of the dark alley, leaving its solitude for their next destination, with Umi fully ensnared in their unhealthy relationship.
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