Knowing the dark truth behind the girls' school, the next step was to figure out how to clear the level.
Chika rested her chin on her right hand and analyzed:
"Blood-written tasks appear in the school from time to time, which proves that Yamada must still be in the school, right?"
Sayu nodded in agreement:
"Let's all work hard together to find her."
Natsuki shook his head:
"That's too troublesome. If she could be found easily, she would have been found long ago. It's better to make her come out herself."
"Eh?" Marin looked over curiously. "Make her come out herself... how do we do that?"
Hayasaka said softly:
"There are many ways, for example, the person Yamada cares about the most."
Marin pondered:
"The person she cares about most... her parents?"
Kaguya said softly:
"Not necessarily parents; it could also be the person she hates the most."
"..."
The next second.
The girls looked at Natsuki in unison.
"Why are you all looking at me?"
Natsuki asked speechlessly.
Hayasaka reached out her right hand, patted Natsuki's shoulder, and smiled:
"President, it's time for you to sell your masculine charm again."
If we're talking about the person the vengeful spirit Yamada hates the most, there is clearly only one: the male teacher who forced himself on her in the office. As for the three roommates who taken advantage of Yamada, or the indifferent bystanders, they all have to stand aside.
And according to the female principal, the male teacher who had violated Yamada had not been sanctioned; he had just gone through resignation procedures and then disappeared.
At this moment, Natsuki, as the only male in the entire girls' academy, could only say one thing...
"Who else but me."
The girls discussed quietly for a while and soon formulated an action plan.
The plan was simple.
Natsuki would play the role of the former beastly teacher, constantly refreshing his presence, letting everyone know that the beastly teacher had returned, thereby luring the vengeful spirit Yamada to appear. Believing in the vengeful spirit Yamada's hatred for the beastly teacher, she definitely wouldn't be able to hold back.
Of course, before that, Natsuki needed to do some disguise.
"Principal, where is the male teacher's office?"
Natsuki asked.
The female principal's eyes were burning:
"It's on the third floor, I'll take you there, darling..."
"No need."
Natsuki shook his head and refused, directly taking out a magic rope, tying up the female principal, and at the same time taking out a towel and cleanly stuffing it into the female principal's mouth:
"Your part is over."
"..."
The number of male teachers in the girls' school was not large, and there were no dedicated dormitories, but there were offices.
The group entered the office, rummaged through boxes and cabinets, and soon put together a suit.
Natsuki put on the suit, tied the tie, put on a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and combed his hair. Soon, the transformation was complete.
Except for his face, which was still a bit young and immature, from a distance, it was easy for people to mistake him for a male teacher.
"The clothes fit very well." Sayu's eyes sparkled. "It's a pity there's no phone, so I can't take a picture to save it."
Marin agreed:
"After we clear the dungeon, we'll go to the mall and buy clothes for Natsuki."
"Let's play rock-paper-scissors." Chika put her hands on her hips and said excitedly, "Decide who will be the sacrifice for the devil teacher."
If they wanted to make Natsuki notorious, they first naturally needed to have 'evil deeds'. They couldn't just make things up from beginning to end, so they had to pick an unlucky person.
"Rock-paper-scissors, rock-paper-scissors."
Marin agreed enthusiastically.
Seeing Sayu and Marin agree, Kaguya and Hayasaka naturally didn't refuse and agreed silently. Several girls gathered together and began to play rock-paper-scissors.
A moment later.
The winner and loser were decided.
"Eh, Hanamori-chan won."
Sayu cast an envious look.
Hayasaka withdrew her right hand and said nonchalantly:
"To cooperate with the devil teacher to act, it turns out my luck is the worst."
Natsuki looked at Hayasaka and complained:
"I'm so sorry for being so evil."
"Good that you know."
"..."
The group didn't waste time and quickly looked for a suitable taking advantage of spot in the academy.
A moment later.
The group chose a corner of the teaching building. Kaguya, Chika, and the others quietly retreated, leaving only Natsuki and Hayasaka to perform.
Slap.
Natsuki reached out his right hand, pressed it against the wall behind Hayasaka, leaned in from above, and forcibly wall-pinned her:
"Hayasaka-san, you don't want your parents to be called, do you?"
Just like Kaguya, Hayasaka at this moment also had the appearance and voice of someone else. Her appearance was that of a tall, black-haired, straight-haired girl, about 1.7 meters tall, wearing a white hairband, black tights, and a very curvaceous figure.
In short, two words could describe her…
Seductive.
Full of seductiveness from head to toe.
"Tsk." Hayasaka leaned against the wall, her arms crossed over her chest, and looked up slightly, her words sharp, "Threatening his own student with parents right off the bat, Teacher Natsuki is truly the scum of the earth."
"That's right, I am." Natsuki admitted frankly, continuing to lean closer. He could already smell the sweet scent on Hayasaka, "But compared to those demonic teachers who appear righteous on the surface but are actually full of depravity, I'm actually not bad, am I?"
Hayasaka said with a look of disdain:
"It's just fifty steps laughing at a hundred steps. Anyone who lays a hand on their students should be sent to prison."
"Tsk~"
Natsuki lightly clicked his tongue, his left hand tracing down Hayasaka's shoulder to the girl's soft, slender waist:
"Speaking of which, we've been dating for so long, and I don't think I've ever visited your uncle and aunt. After we clear the dungeon, should I go visit?"
"No need." Hayasaka's eyelashes trembled slightly as she quickly refused, "My mom and dad are very busy usually, they don't have time to see you. Besides, dating isn't something that counts just because you say so."
Natsuki sighed helplessly.
Even though this Hayasaka had already become his 'shape', she refused to admit to dating no matter what. Only during certain moments when she was tearfully begging for mercy would she admit it, but afterward, she would go back on her word.
"If I can provoke Hayasaka in three sentences, will you admit to the fact that we're dating?"
Natsuki suddenly remembered a death-seeking challenge on the internet and raised an eyebrow, asking.
Hayasaka slightly lifted her chin, indicating:
"If the perverted president is confident, go ahead and try."
As a Hayasaka who had undergone professional training, Hayasaka was very confident in her composure and certainly wouldn't be provoked by three sentences… Even if she got angry, she definitely wouldn't show it.
"Then I'll say it…" Natsuki pondered for two seconds, then lowered his gaze and said, "You don't have a small bear."
Hayasaka still maintained a smile on her face:
"Continue."
You dog! President, you dog!
You actually dislike your own fruit stand, but I didn't see you eat less fruit back then! If you want to talk about not having it, the Young Miss is the truly flat one!
Natsuki continued:
"Your thighs are actually still a bit thick."
"Hehe…"
Hayasaka barely maintained her smile, but a hint of murderous intent clearly appeared in her eyes, "I'm not angry, President, continue. You have one last sentence left."
Death penalty! Must be death penalty!
The gallows are set for the dog president!
When you touched them, you praised them endlessly, saying you'd never get tired of them. Now, after you've had your fill, you dare to say my legs are thick? Jesus can't save you! I said it!
Natsuki continued to rush down the path of seeking death:
"Then I'll say it, my senpai has already agreed to date me, and her chest is bigger than yours, and her legs are even thinner than yours…"
Hold it in.
Don't get angry.
I'm not someone without magnanimity… How could I possibly hold it in!
Hayasaka's anger meter directly exploded. To actually compare herself to others, the dog president was clearly seeking his own death!
Bang!
Hayasaka took a deep breath, grabbed Natsuki's tie, and said with murderous intent, "Tell me, President, how do you want to die?"
Natsuki raised his hands and said:
"You just promised that if you got angry, you'd admit to dating. One must be true to their word."
"I'm not angry." Hayasaka said expressionlessly, clenching her fist and punching Natsuki in the chest, "I'm just doing justice on behalf of heaven."
As she spoke, a gasp suddenly sounded not far away.
"A man!"
"There's actually a man!"
Natsuki and Hayasaka turned their heads to look, seeing two Spirit Girls walking together. Upon seeing a man, their eyes quickly turned blood-red, and they rushed over without a word.
Seeing that the target had been attracted, Hayasaka quickly withdrew her hand and whispered, "President, hurry and go."
Natsuki didn't linger, immediately turning and slipping away.
The place he chose to wall-slam Hayasaka was, of course, not chosen randomly, but a special location; a corner was just a few steps behind him.
"President, hurry up."
Chika's shout came from above.
Just after turning the corner, a rope hung down from a third-floor window, and secretary Chika's pretty face peered out from it.
Natsuki grabbed the rope without hesitation, scaled the wall, and quickly reached the third floor, completing the entire action in one smooth motion.
At the same time.
The two girls had already run close, but of course, they couldn't find Natsuki.
"The man is gone."
"Did we see things?"
At this moment, Hayasaka, as the 'victim', naturally stepped forward, hugging her body, and tearfully recounted her experience of being taken advantage of:
"I was just passing by here when suddenly a man appeared, blocked my way, and even said he was a teacher, telling me to go to the classroom with him for after-school tutoring… Oh, by the way, the name on that man's chest badge seemed to be Kojima Ryosuke…"
Kojima Ryosuke was the beastly teacher who had once assaulted students.
The rest was simple.
With Hayasaka, the victim, coming forward, and Kaguya and Marin pushing things along in the dark, information about the male teacher named Kojima Ryosuke quickly spread throughout the entire school, causing another large-scale search on school.
"No rush, let the news fly for a while."
Natsuki was quite calm, hiding in the club room to rest. When the search was about to end, he reappeared in front of everyone, on the rooftop of the teaching building.
"A man!"
"It really is a male teacher!"
"Quickly catch that guy!"
This time, everyone saw Natsuki's presence, completely confirming the previous rumors, and the entire school became agitated once more.
However, Natsuki disappeared again, and no matter how these Spirit Girls searched, there was no clue.
Half an hour later.
In the office where the beastly acts had once occurred.
The chains on the door had been removed at some point. Natsuki sat in the office, slowly drinking tea, waiting for Yamada to arrive.
Knock, knock, knock.
A knock on the door suddenly sounded.
Yuuko sniffed and whispered:
"An extremely dense aura of resentment."
A dense smell of resentment?
Very good.
The target has finally arrived.
Natsuki put down his teacup, told Yuuko to return to the Theater, straightened his suit and tie, sat up straight, and said:
"Come in."
Click.
The door was gently pushed open.
A thin girl with bangs covering her eyes, who looked very timid, walked into the office.
Natsuki's gaze fell on the girl's face. It was seven-tenths similar to the portrait drawn by the female principal earlier. It was clearly the persecuted girl, Yamada.
"Teacher, could I ask you for a favor?"
Yamada's voice was soft and weak, but quite sweet and pleasant to listen to, easily making one feel a desire to protect her.
Natsuki raised an eyebrow slightly. This evil spirit… something was off.
The girls in the Academy would swarm men, wishing they could kill them quickly. Natsuki had thought Yamada would be the same, attacking immediately, but unexpectedly, she didn't make a move; instead, she pitifully asked him for help.
Something out of the ordinary must be afoot.
Yamada in front of him was very unusual.
"What kind of help do you want?"
Natsuki said calmly, while narrowing his eyes, carefully observing the Yamada in front of him.
Yamada walked to the desk, leaned forward, her bangs falling, revealing a delicate face, and further down, a snow-white swan neck and exquisite, doll-like collarbones.
Looking further down, it seemed she wasn't wearing a bra inside.
"Um… my chest hurts a bit." Yamada's voice was soft and pitiful, timid and pathetic, "Teacher, could you help me check my body?"
At the same time.
A prompt quietly appeared before Natsuki:
[After careful observation, you discovered the malice hidden in the girl Yamada's eyes… The other party's malevolence covers the entire Academy, and she already knows your scheme and is trying to make you expose your beastly true colors]
Good heavens, she wants to ruin my reputation!
No wonder she didn't attack as soon as she entered. It turns out she was hiding a deeper malice.
Unfortunately, she knew about Natsuki and Kaguya's scheme, but she didn't know that Natsuki could see all sorts of prompts.
Natsuki raised a hand to block, looking straight ahead, and said:
"I'm sorry, I'm a teacher, not a doctor. If this student isn't feeling well, you can go to the infirmary for treatment."
"I've already been to the infirmary…" Yamada's voice was soft and pitiful, "There's no doctor inside, so I can only ask you, Sensei."
Of course there's no doctor! They've all turned into spirits under your curse, haven't they!
"I'm sorry, I cannot." Natsuki said with a serious face, shaking his head again, "There is no gender distinction in front of a doctor, but in a teacher's eyes, there should be gender. It's better to keep a distance."
Yamada: "…"
Hypocrite! All show, no substance!
You're not a decent person at all!
Yamada bit her lip, a pitiful expression on her face, and whispered:
"Actually, I've secretly liked Sensei for a long time, and I want to be closer to Sensei…"
Natsuki said seriously:
"I'm sorry, I already have someone I like."
"I don't mind if Sensei likes someone else..."
Yamada said, her face flushed, as she unbuttoned her school uniform. Her fair, delicate skin quickly became faintly visible, exceptionally alluring.
Natsuki looked straight ahead and said firmly:
"Student, please have some self-respect."
"..."
The air quickly turned cold.
Yamada tilted her head, emitting endless black energy from her body:
"All men deserve to die!"
So, is she finally showing her true colors?
Natsuki shook his head, tensed his body, and entered a battle stance, saying:
"That statement is a bit of an overgeneralization. It's undeniable that some beastly teachers indeed deserve to be hanged, but there are definitely good teachers who are dedicated to educating people, like me."
"Is that so?"
Yamada sneered, "Then let me see if you can truly walk the talk."
The next second.
The entire world, like rippling water, suddenly flipped and reassembled.
"Hmm?"
Natsuki frowned slightly, finding himself in a dimly lit dormitory, with the pungent smell of blood assaulting his nose.
At the same time, Kaguya, Chika, Hayasaka, Marin, and Sayu, the five girls, were also in the dormitory, and all of them had returned to their original appearances, lying motionless on the beds, only their eyes able to blink.
"What did you do?"
Natsuki's gaze turned cold, and he prepared to activate Time Stop and Psychic Power 100%, to determine both superiority and life or death.
At this moment, a prompt suddenly appeared before his eyes:
You chose to use force... You failed.
"I failed?"
Natsuki's heart sank slightly.
There were many possibilities for failure, such as the output within three seconds not being enough to kill Yamada in front of him, or it was possible that the Yamada in front of him was not her true body.
Natsuki was about to activate his backup plan, which was to use the ability of 'Warrior of Love' to turn the opponent, but the next second, a prompt appeared again.
You failed because the opponent's true body is not in front of you.
"These five outsiders have an unusual intimate relationship with you, don't they?"
Yamada raised her right hand, and the blood on the ground suddenly gathered and flowed, turning into five blood-colored thorns, like venomous snakes, slowly reaching towards the young ladies on the beds.
"Inside these thorns is the pain I endure every moment," Yamada's voice was cold. "You can choose to bear the pain for them. As long as you can hold on for ten minutes, I will let them leave the school... So, who will you choose to save?"
"Choose whom?"
Natsuki stepped forward half a step, reaching out to grab the nearest blood-colored thorn, and said calmly:
"That would naturally be... all of them."
The moment his palm touched the blood-colored thorn, it seemed to come alive instantly, deeply piercing Natsuki's palm, and then winding up Natsuki's arm.
Pain!
An indescribable, intense pain surged over him. Natsuki remembered being stung by a scorpion when he was a child in his rural hometown. The pain in his hand now was like being stung by a scorpion back then.
Natsuki's muscles suddenly tensed, he took a deep breath, and then reached out to grab another blood-colored thorn.
Yamada sneered from the side:
"If you can truly bear all the pain for all five of them, I will let you leave."
"..."
Natsuki didn't speak, he just silently grabbed the second blood-colored thorn.
The moment his palm touched the blood-colored thorn, Natsuki trembled slightly, the pain directly doubling. Cold sweat quickly appeared on his forehead; this was the body's instinctive reaction, completely beyond the control of willpower.
"There are three more pains," Yamada said coldly, "Give up. You alone cannot possibly bear all the pain."
"That's not necessarily true..." Natsuki took a deep breath and walked towards the other blood thorns. "As a man, there are always some things in the world that you have to follow through on, like right now."
"Anyone can say pretty words," Yamada snorted. "All men in the world are the same. They say they'll never leave, but as soon as something happens, they immediately abandon the girls and run away by themselves."
Tsk~
It seems the female principal's information wasn't complete. Besides being violated and taken advantage of, Yamada in front of him must have had an unidentified boyfriend.
When public opinion was destroying her reputation, that unidentified boyfriend did not bravely stand by Yamada's side, but chose to hide like an ostrich, and it's even possible he colluded with others. That's why Yamada's resentment was so immense, hating all males in the world.
Natsuki didn't retort. While gritting his teeth, he walked towards the remaining blood-colored thorns, proving himself with his actions.
Clap...!
Natsuki reached out and grasped the third blood-colored thorn.
The pain doubled again.
An indescribable, intense pain swept through Natsuki's entire body, causing the veins on his forehead to bulge.
"No... Natsuki, no..."
The fourth blood-colored thorn was aimed at Marin.
Marin couldn't move her entire body, she could only blink her eyes, filled with tears.
Natsuki took a deep breath and once again grasped the fourth blood-colored thorn.
Four thorns entwined around him, blood-colored patterns already covering most of Natsuki's body.
In just a short moment, Natsuki's clothes were already soaked with sweat, as if he had just been pulled out of water.
Natsuki took one step at a time, arriving before the last young lady, Kaguya.
"President, don't force yourself."
Kaguya's eyes kept signaling.
"Of course, as a person, you must keep your word and be trustworthy..."
Natsuki forced a smile, then his right hand trembled slightly as he once again grasped the last blood-colored thorn.
"Impossible!"
Yamada's eyes widened in disbelief.
That was five times the despair and pain; only she knew how terrifying it was.
In her opinion, it was impossible for any human in the world to endure it, let alone for the sake of others. Yet, Natsuki, right in front of her, actually bore all the suffering alone.
Yamada took a deep breath and said coldly:
"Just this isn't enough. Unless you can hold on for ten minutes, if you faint from pain midway, it still doesn't count."
"..."
Natsuki did not reply.
He stood alone in the middle of the dormitory, his eyes slightly closed, the blood-colored thorns already wrapped around his entire body, almost engulfing him, yet his figure remained as firm as a rock, as steady as a mountain.