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Authors: Mizuki Mizushiro
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Personally, I think we’re in a lot of trouble. The Class B teacher is an awful pervert, so if you’re even one second late, he makes you do this and that and even the other thing…”
Informed of this gut-wrenching fact, Kyousuke’s heart skipped a beat. In shock, he looked at Renko’s chest—no, at her face. “This and that?!You don’t mean…no way! We’ve gotta hurry back! Maybe that’s as far as it goes in your class, but in my class, I’ll be beaten to death, you know!!”
“W-wait a sec!! I don’t want to be made to do those sorts of things…it’s totally grooosss!”
“I asked you before, what are those thiiiiiingsss?!”
Kyousuke ran for his life toward the classroom. Renko followed, lagging behind.
The speaker hanging in the hallway shook as the chime began to sound.
“I know I told you, you little worm! If you aren’t in your seat by the start of class, you’ll be disciplined…that’s what I said. Have you prepared yourself, I wonder? Heh-heh-heh…”
Kurumiya’s sadistic laugh rang out in the classroom that had fallen silent. Absently fiddling with her iron pipe, she slowly stepped down from the podium. “You maggots were probably thinking:
Oh, if I’m only a second late…
or
Oh, if something happened, and it was out of my control…
or even
Oh, since it’s only the first day…
,” Kurumiya continued. “Surely she’ll
have
to overlook it! That’s what you thought, isn’t it? Well, my response is—”
Kurumiya stopped walking and stood silent for a moment. It was a heavy quiet filled with sadistic intentions, tense like the drawing of a bow and arrow. The tension and fear in the room grew deafening, and just when it was about to peak—Kurumiya snapped.
“Hell no!”
From the back corner of the room, a confused shriek filled the room, along with the crash of Kurumiya’s target falling over, chair and all.
The atmosphere in the classroom remained tense, not a single student daring to move or make a sound, lest they incur their teacher’s wrath. Kyousuke shrunk in his chair, the most nervous of them all. He had reached his seat mere seconds before class had begun.
“Really, this year’s class is getting some terrible marks, isn’t it? Hmm?!”
Krak.
“Having to discipline two of you on the very first day is…well?!”
Krak.
“Mohawk this morning and now you… Just because I’m a pretty girl, you think you can take me lightly? Still don’t take me seriously? I’ll grind up the two of you together like raw meeeeaaaaat!!”
Krak. Krak. Krak. Crunch!
“Eeek!” “She’s really not a little girl—!” “Wha—?!” “Gyaaahhh!!”
Abusive language, the sound of blows, harsh cries, and the spatter of spurting blood together formed a violent quartet.
Sitting ramrod straight, his unmoving gaze fixed directly ahead, Kyousuke shook like a rattle.
That was really close! If I hadn’t made it in time…that could have been me!
He exhaled sharply in a mix of fear and slight relief.
I wonder if Renko made it in time?
In his mad rush to get to class, Kyousuke had lost track of Renko somewhere behind him in the hallway. He had no idea how she’d ended up, but considering that he’d just barely made it himself, then almost certainly…
Don’t tell me that right now she’s in the middle of being made to do this thing and that thing and the other thing?! In front of her classmates, those boobs… Shit!! No, Kyousuke, don’t imagine it! But then again, I’m interested. I’m definitely interested… No, wait! She’s just in the next-door classroom, so if I listen carefully, I can probably hear someth—
“Hey, Kamiya, what are you smirking at, you bastard? Do you enjoy it that much when your classmates are being disciplined? Hmm…I see. As expected, you’re rotten to the core.”
“…Huh? Wh-what is it?” Kyousuke’s consciousness had slipped through the wall and taken a trip to a delusional world, and he was brought back to reality by Kurumiya’s
Informed of this gut-wrenching fact, Kyousuke’s heart skipped a beat. In shock, he looked at Renko’s chest—no, at her face. “This and that?!You don’t mean…no way! We’ve gotta hurry back! Maybe that’s as far as it goes in your class, but in my class, I’ll be beaten to death, you know!!”
“W-wait a sec!! I don’t want to be made to do those sorts of things…it’s totally grooosss!”
“I asked you before, what are those thiiiiiingsss?!”
Kyousuke ran for his life toward the classroom. Renko followed, lagging behind.
The speaker hanging in the hallway shook as the chime began to sound.
“I know I told you, you little worm! If you aren’t in your seat by the start of class, you’ll be disciplined…that’s what I said. Have you prepared yourself, I wonder? Heh-heh-heh…”
Kurumiya’s sadistic laugh rang out in the classroom that had fallen silent. Absently fiddling with her iron pipe, she slowly stepped down from the podium. “You maggots were probably thinking:
Oh, if I’m only a second late…
or
Oh, if something happened, and it was out of my control…
or even
Oh, since it’s only the first day…
,” Kurumiya continued. “Surely she’ll
have
to overlook it! That’s what you thought, isn’t it? Well, my response is—”
Kurumiya stopped walking and stood silent for a moment. It was a heavy quiet filled with sadistic intentions, tense like the drawing of a bow and arrow. The tension and fear in the room grew deafening, and just when it was about to peak—Kurumiya snapped.
“Hell no!”
From the back corner of the room, a confused shriek filled the room, along with the crash of Kurumiya’s target falling over, chair and all.
The atmosphere in the classroom remained tense, not a single student daring to move or make a sound, lest they incur their teacher’s wrath. Kyousuke shrunk in his chair, the most nervous of them all. He had reached his seat mere seconds before class had begun.
“Really, this year’s class is getting some terrible marks, isn’t it? Hmm?!”
Krak.
“Having to discipline two of you on the very first day is…well?!”
Krak.
“Mohawk this morning and now you… Just because I’m a pretty girl, you think you can take me lightly? Still don’t take me seriously? I’ll grind up the two of you together like raw meeeeaaaaat!!”
Krak. Krak. Krak. Crunch!
“Eeek!” “She’s really not a little girl—!” “Wha—?!” “Gyaaahhh!!”
Abusive language, the sound of blows, harsh cries, and the spatter of spurting blood together formed a violent quartet.
Sitting ramrod straight, his unmoving gaze fixed directly ahead, Kyousuke shook like a rattle.
That was really close! If I hadn’t made it in time…that could have been me!
He exhaled sharply in a mix of fear and slight relief.
I wonder if Renko made it in time?
In his mad rush to get to class, Kyousuke had lost track of Renko somewhere behind him in the hallway. He had no idea how she’d ended up, but considering that he’d just barely made it himself, then almost certainly…
Don’t tell me that right now she’s in the middle of being made to do this thing and that thing and the other thing?! In front of her classmates, those boobs… Shit!! No, Kyousuke, don’t imagine it! But then again, I’m interested. I’m definitely interested… No, wait! She’s just in the next-door classroom, so if I listen carefully, I can probably hear someth—
“Hey, Kamiya, what are you smirking at, you bastard? Do you enjoy it that much when your classmates are being disciplined? Hmm…I see. As expected, you’re rotten to the core.”
“…Huh? Wh-what is it?” Kyousuke’s consciousness had slipped through the wall and taken a trip to a delusional world, and he was brought back to reality by Kurumiya’s
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