After school, I was in the park restroom.
A spacious disabled-access toilet.
Since it's inside the park and people use it with their shoes on, the tiled floor is dirty with mud.
My back was pressed against that filthy floor as Ike, in missionary position, thrust his penis inside me.
Every lunch break, after school, late at night.
They've been raping me for two weeks straight.
Even if I get invited to study groups, I can't join.
On the surface, I'm pretending I overheard Ike and Yamauchi's conversation and got shocked.
The girls in class all fell for my act.
Normally I'd be mocking them inside, but this time, for some reason, I felt a little bad.
"Hey, aren't we kinda in trouble?"
"…Haa… haa… talk later."
Yamauchi spoke to Ike as he thrust his hips.
I didn't let out a single moan.
To be honest, I didn't feel anything.
It was just the sensation of something alien inside me.
Apparently that bothered Ike and Yamauchi.
Whenever they got a chance, they'd slap my ass or pull my nipples trying to force me to moan.
I guess they wanted to hear it.
Idiots.
Women don't feel pleasure when you force them.
They get wet, but that's just a defensive instinct.
"Why are we isolated in class? Kikyo, you know anything?"
Yamauchi casually called me by my first name.
I gave him a cold look and shook my head.
He clicked his tongue and suddenly slapped my cheek.
It surprised me a little, but that was all.
I figured he'd do something like this eventually.
"Hey, not the face, what if someone notices?"
"Ah, right. My bad, my bad."
Yamauchi had started breaking down.
His decent conscience was numbing away, revealing raw malice.
He'd always been timid, probably.
That's why he was forcing himself to act tough now.
"Even the guys are ignoring us. We used to be able to talk to Ayanokouji and Horikita, but today even they ignored us."
"Well, there's Sudou."
"Maybe we should drag Sudou in too."
"Don't. My time with Kikyo-chan will decrease."
Ike groped my chest while pumping his hips.
The filthy restroom floor felt disgusting.
This was truly the worst.
"Hey, Kikyo-chan. Moan like you did before.
You're this wet, right? It feels good, doesn't it?
Come on, come on."
Selfish nonsense.
I felt nothing but disgust.
"…This is boring."
Yamauchi muttered quietly.
He was starting to get tired of me turning into a dead fish.
"…Maybe we should seriously go after Sakura."
"…Isn't that kinda bad?"
"Don't chicken out. It's too late anyway."
…Here we go.
I smirked internally.
Yes. Do it.
Go rape Sakura.
If they did that, these two would be finished.
While hiding the fact I'd been raped, I could eliminate them both.
That's why I isolated them and messed with their judgment.
I led their stress toward targeting another girl.
By pretending to be passive, I made them think raping a girl was easy.
"As long as I have Kikyo-chan, I'm satisfied though."
"Whatever. Let's wait a bit.
For some reason people are wary of us, but after some time the girls will lower their guard."
…Cowards.
Don't chicken out now.
You're rapists—act like the trash you are.
"Ah—Kikyo-chan, I'm gonna cum.
Cumming.
Give birth to my kid."
Ike pounded his hips while saying ridiculous things.
He grabbed my legs and hammered his dick in like driving a stake.
――And then it happened.
The bathroom door rattled loudly.
It wouldn't open because it was locked.
Yamauchi lazily said, "Someone's in here—"
"Sorryyy, my stomach hurts, it'll take a while—
You should use another restroom—"
The door rattled again.
Yamauchi clicked his tongue in irritation.
"I said someone's in here—"
Suddenly, the door opened.
The lock was the type with a rotating bar latch.
If you shook it violently enough, the bar would slip free.
"Hey, you can't just—"
Before he finished, Yamauchi went flying.
Ike turned around to see what happened and got punched in the face, breaking the connection between us.
His premature ejaculation splattered everywhere, some getting on my body.
Disgusting—but I didn't have time to think about that.
I needed to see what was happening.
"Shit—what the hell—"
Ike was cut off by another punch.
A brutal fist sank deep into his stomach, making him vomit as he collapsed.
Yamauchi tried to run.
But his legs were hooked, and he fell.
He was rolled onto his back, and a fist crashed into his face.
Again and again and again.
Heavy, flattening blows, like pounding a steak into mush.
"St—stop… s-sorry… I'm… sorry…"
I stared in shock.
It was overwhelming violence.
The two who had tormented me so much were being completely overrun.
Against violence, the only countermeasure was greater violence.
That truth was burned into me.
"…Tanaka-kun."
I recognized the boy who stood after crushing Yamauchi.
He was the one who never interacted with anyone.
Always alone during breaks, glued to his phone.
He gave off an atmosphere that made him hard to approach, and was isolated in class.
"Hii— wh-what the hell, what the hell are you—"
Ike's face was kicked in.
His head hit the wall, and he passed out.
The boy turned to me.
His eyes held no lust.
A completely colorless gaze.
I was confused.
"Sorry. I'm late."
The moment he said that, tears overflowed from my eyes.
I hadn't cried at all lately, even when raped by Ike and Yamauchi—
So why now?
"Uh… wh…?"
I wiped my tears.
But they kept falling.
I couldn't control my tear ducts, rubbing my eyes over and over in confusion.
"Why… sorry… I don't know why… the tears won't stop…"
He removed his jacket and draped it over my shoulders.
The warmth of another person's body melted something frozen inside me—
and the tears only flowed harder.
So different from Ike and Yamauchi—warm.
"Don't mind me. Cry as much as you want."
"…Okay…"
His voice was plain, but there was kindness in his actions.
I clung to him until I cried myself to sleep.
I was starting to think I'd overestimated Kushida.
Sure, Ike and Yamauchi had become isolated—but that was all.
I expected her to drive them to expulsion.
But nothing was happening.
Maybe I misjudged her.
I was thinking that when I heard Yamauchi mutter:
"…Maybe we should really go after Sakura."
Hearing that through the bug made my blood run cold.
Kushida had been guiding their actions.
She was hiding the fact she was being raped, and using Ike and Yamauchi as disposable pieces.
She didn't care if another girl became a victim.
It's nearly impossible for a raped girl to act.
Normally the heart breaks.
All she can do is seek help.
But Kushida Kikyo could fight *while* being raped.
I couldn't let Sakura get dragged into this.
These idiots couldn't even rape properly without my support—
disguising cameras, covering tracks—
and lately it felt like a waste of my time.
Why am I cleaning up after these incompetents?
If Sakura became a victim, the workload would at least double.
Forget it. Time to end this.
I didn't have time to babysit Kushida's schemes forever.
I headed to the park restroom where Kushida was being raped.
Damn. I forgot my mask.
I hadn't used it recently since I hadn't met Horikita.
Should I go back to get it?
…Whatever.
Even if she saw my face, it wouldn't matter.
I wasn't here to rape anyone today.
This time it was the opposite.
Guess I'm playing the hero.
Hilarious—
I'm a rapist.
The next day, I attended class as usual.
Ike and Yamauchi weren't there.
They didn't get expelled—I hadn't gone that far.
"…My rapes…"
The old man lamented.
Kushida had been dead-fish-like lately, so he seemed bored.
But now that the rapes were gone, he sounded nostalgic.
Afterwards, I carried Kushida back to the dorm.
I smashed Ike and Yamauchi's phones with a hammer so no data could be extracted.
Their cloud backups contained photos of Kushida,
but it was a members-only site so I deleted the data and deleted the accounts.
Then I broke into their rooms.
Destroyed their USBs, SD cards—everything.
That was all I did.
Ike and Yamauchi were absent, likely due to injuries from being beaten.
"…Kushida, what's wrong? Something bothering you?"
"N-no, it's nothing. Sorry."
Chabashira-sensei looked suspiciously at her.
Even during class, Kushida kept glancing at me.
She tried to focus when the teacher warned her—
but soon turned to look at me again.
I ruined her scheme.
I butted in from the side and ended her stage with a self-important pose.
To her, I must seem like:
"Who the hell does this guy think he is?"
Or so I thought—
"Um… Tanaka-kun."
During lunch, Kushida came up to me.
The classmates didn't seem to think much of it.
Kushida had befriended nearly everyone.
Even me, the loner.
"Do you want to eat lunch together?"
My classmates tilted their heads in confusion.
That's… overkill, isn't it?
"Hey, Kushida-chan, can I join too?"
A nearby boy quickly intruded.
Obvious ulterior motives.
Normally Kushida would smile and say yes.
But this time she awkwardly smiled.
"Sorry. Maybe next time?"
"Oh, okay…"
He looked disappointed.
He must've weighed the risk of pushing further and being disliked, and backed off.
"Tanaka-kun… so, what do you think?"
Kushida clasped her hands behind her back and gave me a sweet upward glance.
I had no reason to refuse.
She was probably here to warn me.
To make sure I didn't reveal the rape.
We moved to another place—
the courtyard next to the cafeteria.
Students greeted Kushida as we walked.
She really was popular.
We sat on a bench overlooking the grounds.
…Close.
Too close.
She smelled really nice.
"You always buy convenience store rice balls?
You don't cook?"
"Too much trouble. Cooking wastes time."
I preferred using time for myself—
namely, doing nothing.
Kushida had brought a homemade bento.
The cafeteria's free sansai bento embarrassed some students, so many cooked with free ingredients from the supermarket.
"You made that? Looks good."
"You want to try?"
She smiled happily.
When I shook my head, she looked strangely sad.
Why?
I silently ate my rice ball.
She seemed like she wanted to talk.
Opening her mouth, closing it again, repeatedly.
I finished eating.
Her bento was still half full.
"Ah—sorry, I eat slow."
"No need to rush. Take your time."
Leaving now would be socially clueless.
Kushida lowered her shoulders—
maybe she'd lost her appetite. She set down her chopsticks.
"Um… can you eat the rest? I'm not that hungry."
"…Sure."
Better than wasting it.
When I took the lunch box, she smiled brightly.
Only one pair of chopsticks—hers.
Indirect kiss.
Whatever.
"…Tanaka-kun, you're not asking anything."
She murmured.
I had no reason to ask.
I'd seen everything.
"Thanks. It was good."
"…Mm."
She blushed, hugging her bento box.
…What is she doing?
Something was wrong.
I wasn't the only one who thought so.
People in class kept glancing at me.
Stop.
I'm a loner.
If I stand out, it'll interfere with my raping.
"Good morning, Tanaka-kun."
Kushida was the type who greeted loners too.
So far, normal.
"What are you looking at on your phone?"
"A novel."
"What novel?"
I was reading an e-book.
I listed the title of a recently adapted mystery.
"Ah, I've heard of that. They made a movie, right?"
"Yeah. I didn't watch it."
"Then… want to go watch it together?"
…What is she planning?
Her expression revealed nothing—her acting was too good.
"Hey, Kushida-chan, let's all watch the movie together!"
A guy shouted from next to me.
More guys gathered.
Normally she'd say yes—
but this time:
"Sorry. I'm talking with Tanaka-kun right now.
Maybe later?"
"Wha— huhhh?"
The guy looked confused.
Kushida's image and her response didn't match.
"Hey, Kushida-chan. If Tanaka is bothering you, just tell us.
We'll help."
"…You didn't do anything."
She muttered so quietly only I heard.
Because I had cheat-tier specs.
She immediately put on her usual acting smile.
"No, Tanaka-kun didn't do anything.
And you shouldn't say things like that—
we're all classmates."
"…Sorry. Just worried."
"Tanaka-kun, let's watch the movie together."
She ignored the guys and looked at me.
"…I'll think about it."
The guys glared at me.
Annoying.
"Okay. I'll wait for your answer."
She smiled and returned to the girl group.
Then returned again immediately.
Looking up at me with upturned eyes.
What is she doing?
"Um, Tanaka-kun…
We exchanged contact information, remember?"
She had traded contacts with almost everyone at the start of the year—
except Horikita, who was wary of her.
I'd exchanged contacts too,
but we hadn't sent a single message.
My phone vibrated.
A chat notification—from the girl standing in front of me.
'I want to get closer to you, Tanaka-kun ♡'
She stuck out her tongue playfully.
Then went back to the girl group.
What is this?
"Um, what does that mean?"
"What happened between you and Tanaka-kun?"
"Eh? Nothing! Really!"
Her friends bombarded her with questions.
She waved her hands in flustered denial.
"HEYYYYY TANAKAAAAA!!"
"WHAT CHEAT CODE DID YOU USE, YOU BASTARD!?"
Jealous boys swarmed around me.
Beyond annoying.
How did this even happen?
"Funnuuu— RAAAAPE—"
Dumbledore staggered around screaming nonsense.
He wandered the classroom shrieking,
and class was basically impossible that day.