The next day, Horikita came to school.
I thought she would skip, but apparently she was tougher than I expected.
Her complexion, however, was terrible.
Ayanokouji beside her tried speaking to her with concern, but Horikita barely answered anything.
In the end she shut him down with, "I feel sick, so don't talk to me."
"Horikita-san, you should go to the nurse's office,"
Kushida said, playing her usual "kind girl" act.
"No need to worry. Just leave me alone."
"But—"
"I said it's unnecessary meddling. If I were truly unwell, I'd be absent. I'm here because I judged that I'm fine."
After being told off so bluntly, Kushida backed down.
The other girls in class directed hostility toward Horikita.
*"Kushida-san was so worried for her, what was that attitude?"*
—something along those lines.
Kushida looked sad on the surface, but internally she was probably smirking.
She was the girl who destroyed her middle school class, after all.
For the record, I had no friends.
Total loner.
"Rape. Go rape her."
You're not a friend, old man.
Shut up. I can't hear the lecture.
Then lunchtime arrived.
Horikita ate the sandwich she bought at her seat.
At that moment, her phone buzzed softly.
She set the sandwich down and checked her phone—
Her face instantly turned pale.
"Hey, what happened?"
Ayanokouji noticed and called to her.
"…Nothing."
"You don't look fine at all. Something is strange about you today."
"Whatever happens to me has nothing to do with you."
"It does. We're classmates."
"That word means 'strangers.'"
Horikita stuffed the half-eaten sandwich back into the bag, walked out of the classroom, and tossed the bag into the trash on her way out.
Seems she lost her appetite.
I had sent an email to Horikita's phone:
**"Come to the Eastern Philosophy Research Club room.
If you don't, I will send your photos to the entire class."**
The Eastern Philosophy Research Club had been shut down years ago due to a lack of members.
The room should have been reassigned, yet for unknown reasons it had remained untouched.
Rumor had it a teacher from that club insisted on keeping the room.
Perhaps the student council president allowed it as part of some deal.
Either way, it was a conveniently unused clubroom.
Horikita arrived, looking extremely nervous as she glanced around the empty space.
"Kept you waiting."
"—!"
I spoke as I entered the room, still wearing the mask.
Horikita flinched, but still glared at me defiantly.
"Using those kinds of photos to threaten me… what are you planning?"
"You know exactly what I mean. Don't you?"
"…Disgusting."
Horikita sighed deeply.
Then she glared back at me with a challenging gaze.
"Black hair. Average build. A well-trained body. From the newness of your uniform, likely a first-year.
You targeted me on the very first day, so the probability you're in my class is extremely high."
"Wonderful. Excellent observation.
So, what's my name?"
I clapped mockingly.
Horikita clicked her tongue in frustration.
"If I report you, you'll be expelled. No—prosecuted as a criminal."
"Go ahead. Maybe your brother will comfort you afterward."
"—! My brother has nothing to do with this!"
"He does. When he learns you were violated without being able to even resist, he'll gladly expel you.
You're already the disgrace of the family."
"…That… but…"
She couldn't refute it.
And she was right.
Her brother saw her as a shameful sibling.
As I stepped forward, Horikita backed away until her back met the wall.
I reached into her skirt pocket.
Her phone. A recording app was running.
I ended the app and deleted the audio file.
"A pointless resistance."
"…Why are you doing this?"
"When there's a good woman, a man wants to violate her. That's how it works."
The transparent old man nodded as if agreeing.
…This ruins the mood. Please disappear already.
He kept muttering things like, *"Call it rape, not violate."*
Shut up.
"If you want sexual interaction with a woman, go through the proper steps and date her.
Your actions have no justification. You're forcing your selfish desires."
"Exactly. I'm forcing my desire. And?"
"—!"
Trying to lecture a fanatic terrorist about peace would be more useful.
Horikita glared upward at me.
She thought she was showing refusal, but that was her limit.
I had already left fingerprints all over her room.
If she reported me for breaking in, I'd be done.
If she collected hair for evidence, even worse.
I doubted the school had forensic capabilities, but still—
she could easily weaponize it.
The photos?
I could claim they were fake.
Once a burglary investigation starts, the photos lose power.
Even if she spread the photos, the investigation wouldn't stop.
That means adding more crimes would only make things worse for *her*.
Meaning: with the right move, I win.
Yet none of that even occurred to Horikita.
Kushida would be a far greater threat; you never knew what she might do.
Shiina Hiyori would figure out how to crush me.
Ichinose Honami is no pure saint either.
Sakayanagi Arisu? Touching her would be suicide.
But Horikita?
Not scary at all.
No wonder the student council president didn't rate her highly.
"Hands on the desk. Stick your ass out."
"No. Why would I—"
I smiled and tapped her stomach. Same spot as yesterday.
I lifted her top. A deep bruise had formed.
Poor girl. Must've hurt.
I gently stroked the bruise.
"Ah—stop…"
That alone drained the strength from her body.
She collapsed to the floor.
I had intended to take her from behind today, but that seemed impossible.
"No time, so let's hurry."
I flipped up her skirt.
Her panties were wet and yellowed.
I burst out laughing.
"Oh come on, you pissed yourself? You're a high schooler."
"…Stop. Please. I hate this…"
I slicked us both with lotion and pushed in.
My oversized cock slid into the girl whose virginity I had only just taken.
"Ahhh—nooo—"
Her walls stretched to the limit.
Poor thing. She'd never feel anything from normal-sized men again.
"Ah—ahh—ah—"
Her body jolted with each thrust, reflexively crying out.
She wasn't "feeling good."
Her body was just reacting to the stimulation.
"Stop, stop—this is a crime—no—stop—!"
She said something, but when I hit deep, she screamed again.
I thrust hard to make it in time for the next class.
Horikita, who had first hurled insults at me, ended up sobbing.
"Aahhh—no—no more—please—nooo—"
After about ten minutes, I pumped semen deep inside her.
"Alright, I'm coming inside."
"Nooo—don't—!"
I pressed in fully and drained every drop.
"Wh—why… why…"
Keeping just the tip inside, I stroked myself to force out the remaining semen into her womb.
"Please… no more…"
Horikita covered her face and cried.
"Take the morning-after pill."
I placed the pill on the desk and left her curled on the floor.
"Nice rape! Now, which girl is next—"
The old man said something, but I ignored him.
A week passed since enrollment.
Still a loner.
No one talked to me. Why?
"Ah—ahh—ah—"
Late at night, I was raping Horikita again.
At first she tried double-locking her door, building barricades—
but after I posted a mosaic-covered nude picture of her on the school bulletin board, took a photo, and then removed it immediately…
She came out immediately when I explained no one else saw it.
Then she cried.
"Ah—ahh—ahh—yaa—"
My erect cock slid in and out of her now-wet hole.
Ever since taking her virginity, I had raped her daily.
She was getting used to sex; her body adjusted.
"Ah—ah—ah—ah—"
Her skin was beautiful and pale, unblemished.
A lovely girl.
Slim, but not flat-chested.
I grabbed her chest and rolled her nipples with my tongue.
"Aahh—no—stop—don't suck—"
Horikita twisted under me.
"I'm close. Gonna cum."
Her eyes widened—
but she said nothing.
She had long given up resisting being filled.
I lifted her thighs and slammed into her.
My tip pressed against her cervix as I unloaded.
"—!!"
At that instant, Horikita's hand shot toward my mask.
"Hey now."
I grabbed her wrist with a wry smile.
You really can't let your guard down.
She must've been aiming for the moment of ejaculation.
During orgasm, men have a brief gap in awareness.
If I weren't the Mary Sue of rape, she might've unmasked me.
"Not good, Horikita Suzune.
Have you not been trained enough?"
"Hi—!"
I touched her nipple.
She clung to me with a desperate expression.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—!"
Once, she had tried stealing my phone.
As punishment, I had yanked both her nipples hard.
She screamed that they would tear off.
Hilarious.
"I—I'm sorry—
Please forgive me—
I won't do it again—"
I stroked her trembling head gently.
Scare her, then be gentle.
A classic yakuza move.
"Ah…"
"There won't be a second time."
"Y-yes… thank you…"
I sat on the bed and pointed at my cock.
"Then as an apology, serve me with your mouth. You can do that, right?"
"…Yes."
She knelt before me.
Her tongue was clumsy, but she licked my cock earnestly.
"Good. Keep going."
It wasn't pleasurable at all.
Her blowjob was awful, but I praised her to train her.
"That's the cock that's been inside your pussy. Well?"
"…It's… very big…"
"I see. I'll screw you again later, so make sure it's wet by then."
"I know. Is this enough?"
Horikita looked up at me as she wrapped her lips around it.
She didn't slack off—
If she didn't wet it properly, it would hurt later.
"Let's continue."
"…Ah…"
I lifted her and laid her on the bed.
"U-um…"
"What?"
"At least… be gentle…"
I paused for a moment—
Then ignored her and pushed in.
"Aaah—too big—"
Her pussy, already molded to my size, enveloped me snugly, clingingly.
"Ugh—ha—ahh—aaah—"
Slow thrusts made her let out sweet breaths.
Her slender body reddened.
I sped up.
The sound of our bodies slapping echoed.
Horikita was getting used to sex.
Her body responded even against her will.
"No—ah—ahh—stop—aaah—"
She shook her head.
I grabbed her chin and kissed her, swapping saliva noisily.
"Ah—ahh—this is—because you threaten me—ahh—"
She muttered excuses to herself.
I silenced them with deeper thrusts.
"Ah—no—too rough—
You said you'd be gentle—!"
"I didn't."
"Liar! Liar—ahh—noooo—!"
I pounded harder.
Her white body flushed red,
Her breasts bouncing violently with each thrust.
It was a beautiful sight.
My climax approached.
"Ahhh—ahh—I'm—coming—!"
Her body convulsed sharply.
But I wasn't done.
I continued thrusting.
"Wait—! I just came—!
No—nooo—aaahhh—!"
Slapping sounds filled the room.
Her juices overflowed endlessly.
"Ahh—ah—no—
I'm coming—coming again—oh nooo—!"
"Hold it a bit. I'm close too."
"No—can't—
I can't hold it—aaahhh—!"
She clung to me, convulsing.
Timing was off, but whatever.
"Alright, I'm coming."
I ejaculated.
Horikita bit her lip, hugging me as my tip and her cervix kissed.
Her pussy tightened, milking out even the last drop.
Quite the lewd hole she'd become.
"Hah… hah… ah…"
After savoring the afterglow, I pulled out.
Even though I aimed all of it at her womb, semen still spilled from her gaping hole.
Horikita closed her eyes, breathing hard.
She could still go for more, but tomorrow was school.
Enough for today.
"We're done for today."
Horikita didn't respond—
She just looked up at me, drained.
She might catch a cold like that, so I sighed, wiped her with a towel, covered her with a blanket, and left.
She'd fallen asleep midway.
Having a man clean her up—what a woman.
The old man glared at me, looking displeased.
"Rape."
"It *is* rape."
I was threatening her and violating her.
Cumming inside her relentlessly.
She'd started taking pills on her own.
"Why not rape the other girls?"
"I have my reasons."
Horikita was smart.
If she calmed down, she might find a way to fight back.
So I gave her no time.
Raped her until she broke.
"Hmm. Fair enough. Rome wasn't raped in a day."
I don't think anyone said that.
The Romans would be furious.
There was swimming class.
Despite it being April, no one was surprised.
In the original, Ayanokouji found it strange, but his face was unreadable.
The boys were ecstatic over the girls' swimsuits.
When the race started, I held back yet still got third place.
As expected of a cheat body.
Not that I wanted to stand out.
I glanced at the girls—no cheers.
All cheering went to Hirata.
Makes sense; he's handsome inside and out.
"You're pretty good!"
Sudou slapped my back repeatedly.
Stop.
I'm not getting friendly with you.
Days passed and May arrived.
The point crisis.
In the original, students got 100,000 points in April and assumed they'd get it every month.
So they splurged recklessly.
But nothing is that easy.
Playing on their phones, chatting, doing makeup, eating early, sleeping in class—
they accumulated penalties constantly, draining points.
Now the monthly points were zero.
Chabashira-sensei mocked them mercilessly:
"Failures."
"Overflow of rejects."
"No class has ever done this poorly."
The class fell into despair.
Hirata suggested behaving to regain points,
but Sudou refused—
Even if he behaved, zero wouldn't become negative.
So he thought there was no point in trying.
The class resented him.
Until they discovered how to regain points, Sudou's behavior wouldn't improve.
Night again.
"You're going to do it again today?"
I descended from the rooftop by rope and entered her balcony.
Horikita scowled as I stepped inside.
"No, not today."
Even I needed breaks.
She sighed in disgust.
"Then leave. Breathing the same air as you makes me sick."
"Does being placed in the same class bother you that much?"
"You're not even trying to hide it anymore."
"Sudou is a troublesome guy."
I shrugged.
Horikita's eyes widened—
thinking she could use the info against me.
"You really are in Class D."
So what?
Her position wouldn't change.
Even if she knew my name, she couldn't do anything.
Still, giving her a bit of hope was sometimes necessary.
If she broke down completely, it'd be annoying.
I opened her fridge, poured barley tea, and drank.
A blatant thief.
Horikita glared silently.
My fingerprints were everywhere, yet she still didn't notice.
I placed the cup by the sink.
"…What did you come here for?"
"Thought I'd chat."
"I don't enjoy conversations with rapists. Leave."
Cold attitude.
Push her, and she'd cling—
but for now she acted distant.
I sat on the bed beside her.
"You aiming for Class A?"
"Yes. I won't remain in last place forever."
"It's a long road."
Would Class D rise by graduation?
I hadn't finished the original, so I had no idea.
Not that it mattered—
The story would collapse anyway from my actions.
"If I get expelled for failing a test, will you be happy?"
"Yes. I'd feel refreshed if you disappeared."
"I see. That's a shame."
"Ah—"
I pulled her close.
She smelled faintly of shampoo.
"Stop. Let go."
She resisted for a bit, then gave up and relaxed.
"Seriously… what is this…"
"Once in a while, this isn't bad."
"…Don't ask me."
She blushed and looked away.
Cute.
Dumbledore raged on the balcony.
He might smite me soon.
…Time for the next step.
"Hey."
Horikita whispered softly in my arms.
"Are you really not doing anything today?"
A faint expectation slipped into her voice.
I kissed her.
Her eyes glistened.
Ignoring that, I stood.
"…Ah."
Horikita would be left wanting.
I left her room with her staring at me longingly.