Narcissus Yagami's POV
I was just about to head up to my dorm room to finally meet up with Arisu, now that Fuka had finished in our bathroom and stepped out, but the plan was violently derailed.
The air was suddenly split by a crude, thuggish voice, the kind that grated on the ears and screamed trouble. It was a rude, unwelcome interruption that shattered my train of thought.
To be more precise, their venomous words were aimed directly at the red-haired boy in our class, Sudo, a guy known for being a hothead who could be set off by the slightest provocation.
They had clearly picked their target well.
"What did you just say?!!" Sudo screamed, his voice raw with anger.
His face was twisted into a furious snarl as he glared at the upperclassman, who was flanked by two other thugs.
There were three of them in total, a classic bullying squad.
"We said you're fucking trash, boy. Don't you get it? That's what Class D means, you're the bottom-of-the-barrel scum," the lead upperclassman ridiculed him, his voice dripping with malicious contempt.
His two lackeys immediately burst into obnoxious, forced laughter, echoing their leader's cruelty. "Hahaha! He doesn't get it!"
Maybe they thought they were being clever, positioning their bodies just right to stay out of the school CCTV's view, which gave them the balls to act like this.
But I've never had any tolerance for bullying, for this kind of pathetic environment where worthless pieces of shit get off on trampling other people for no good reason.
Besides, Sudo wasn't some random stranger; he was one of my classmates.
This wasn't like that whole grandma scene, which was a complete performance from start to finish.
This was the real, ugly thing, a genuine bullying scene where anyone with a shred of decency would feel compelled to step in and help.
So, I stepped in.
I moved forward, my phone already up and recording, capturing every one of their smug faces. "Alright, senior. That's enough of the bullying. I've got everything on record right here. If you keep insisting on this conflict, I won't hesitate to report this entire incident directly to the school authorities."
The leader just spat, "Tsch... Mind your own fucking business, you little nerd. You think a point reduction for our class even matters? Hahaha! We're in Class D, you idiot! Our class points are already at zero! So even if they get deducted, what the fuck is going to happen? Nothing!"
He laughed cruelly and swung his fist at me, a clumsy, telegraphed punch.
But before his knuckles could find their mark, Sudo was already moving.
He was faster, driven by a raw, explosive anger. He drove his foot hard into the thug's gut, a solid kick that made the guy double over with a choked scream of pain.
His two lackeys were completely taken aback by the sudden, violent retaliation, their stupid grins wiped clean off their faces.
They stood there frozen for a critical second, unsure whether to attack or flee.
But that moment of hesitation was all we needed.
By the time their brains had processed the scene and they decided to do something, we were already gone, having disappeared from the area the instant they reacted.
We didn't stop running until we were far away from the scene, finally leaning against a wall, panting hard to catch our breath.
Sudo let out a heavy sigh, his adrenaline fading. "Well… shit. Thanks for the effort back there, at least, Yagami-san. If those assholes come after you because of what happened, just call me. I'll handle it."
He patted my shoulder in a gesture of genuine gratitude, and his tone was noticeably softer, completely different from the rude, confrontational way he'd acted in class.
Well, at least it was a good sign that he didn't react negatively or try to play it off like Kei probably would have.
I just shrugged, my own breathing starting to steady. "It's nothing. If they try to report us, it's their word against ours, and I never stopped the recording, not even once. I had a feeling something like this would happen eventually, so I was prepared."
"Good. I hope trash like them gets expelled from this school for good," Sudo said, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest.
We both laughed then, a short, sharp sound that forged a quick, solid camaraderie between us in that moment.
Maybe this was the perfect opportunity, I thought.
A chance to pull Sudo away from useless idiots like Yamauchi and Ike Kanji, to train him and mold him into a true elite, a decent human being with actual potential, instead of letting him waste his time mingling with pathetic incels like them.
With that plan firmly taking root in my mind, we walked side by side the rest of the way to the dormitory, only separating once we finally arrived at the building and went our separate ways.
Arisu was also present, greeting me with a soft, knowing look just after I'd finished that nice, relaxing bath with Fuka.
Well, we still had a long way to go before we could fully incorporate her into our private fun, but the foundation was being laid.
"Well, it seems that no matter how elite a school claims to be, there will always be a few persistent nuisances lurking in the academies," she mused, her voice a low, melodic purr.
"Did you want me to get rid of it for you, my other self?" She let out a light, conspiratorial chuckle as she moved closer, her fingers deftly helping me slip out of my red blazer.
I slumped heavily onto the sofa, feeling the day's tension begin to drain away.
I reached for the remote and turned on the TV, not really to watch anything, but just for the background noise; right now, all I wanted was to chill and do absolutely nothing.
She didn't need an invitation.
Arisu accompanied me, settling herself gracefully beside me before leaning her entire body against my side, her head finding a comfortable spot on my shoulder.
The warmth of her was a familiar comfort.
"It seems they were just a bunch of third-year Class D students who've already given up any last shred of hope for their future here," I explained, my voice laced with a cold amusement. "That's why they're acting so stupidly, they have nothing left to lose. Since they're so eager to give up, we should just help them drop out a little faster."
A low, menacing chuckle escaped my lips as the plan began to form in our mind.
"It would be almost too easy, my other self," she agreed, her tone practical and sharp. "But what is my reward for handling them for you?"
As she asked, she shifted her position, moving with deliberate, sensual slowness to straddle my lap.
She looked directly into my eyes, her gaze intense and unblinking.
Her face was so devastatingly cute in that moment that a raw, possessive hunger surged through me, I wanted to ravage her completely, to claim every inch of her.
"Of course, your reward is to feel me fill you up until you can't think of anything else," I told her, my voice dropping to a dark, promising growl.
"Pervert," she cursed me, but the word was breathless, and a deep, captivating flush spread across her cheeks, betraying her own arousal.
I didn't hesitate a second longer. I closed the small distance between us, my hand cupping the back of her head as I leaned in and aggressively devoured her lips.
The kiss was hungry and demanding, all clashing teeth, slick tongues, and shared, hot breath.
I used my body weight to push her down, pressing her back firmly into the soft cushions of the sofa, pinning her beneath me.
My fingers worked quickly, frantically.
I zipped down my own trousers, freeing my already hard, aching cock, which sprang out thick and eager.
With a single, rough tear of fabric, I ripped her skirt open, it wasn't her school uniform, so there would be no consequences, no evidence.
We could be as rough and unrestrained as we wanted.
But I wasn't finished.
My fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, a deceptively cute pair of black lace with a delicate little bow in the front.
With another sharp, deliberate tear, the flimsy material gave way, rending the sexy garment apart and exposing her completely to me.
I found her entrance, her pussy already slick and readily wet for me, and without a moment of hesitation, I drove my entire length into her in one deep, claiming thrust, burying myself to the hilt inside her tight, welcoming heat.
A sharp, gasping moan was torn from her throat as her body arched violently against mine, her nails digging sharply into my shoulders as she took every inch of me.
We moved together in a frantic, familiar rhythm, once again merging into one single, desperate entity on the sofa, the outside world and all its petty nuisances completely forgotten, drowned out by the wet, slapping sounds of our bodies and her choked, pleasure-filled cries.