"Mm, hello."
Ho Fei-yu didn't take Rei Hoshizuki's cold attitude to heart. Everyone has a different personality, after all—no two leaves in the world are exactly alike. He simply nodded back with a polite, friendly smile.
"Fei-yu-kun, don't mind her. That's just how she is," Kaede, the older sister, said. She seemed dissatisfied with her sister's behavior, reaching over to pinch Rei's cheek while explaining to Ho Fei-yu.
Even with Kaede twisting her face in front of a stranger, Rei's pale, clean face remained largely expressionless, maintaining her aura of indifference. Ho Fei-yu waved his hands quickly, signaling that it was no big deal.
The four of them chatted for a while longer until the PE representative stood at the front of the group, causing them to disperse into their lines. Although there were four of them, it was mostly Yūshin Aonoi and Kaede talking, with Ho Fei-yu occasionally chiming in and Rei staying silent.
One thing puzzled Ho Fei-yu: Rei kept casting her gaze toward him. Whenever he met her eyes, the emotions swirling in those placid brown depths were impossible to decipher.
However, he now knew how to tell the twins apart. The one with blue eyes was the older sister, Kaede; the one with brown eyes was the younger sister, Rei. Their personalities were also dead giveaways.
The class lined up: girls in front, boys in back, ordered by height from left to right. Being nearly 1.8 meters tall, Ho Fei-yu was naturally relegated to the back row on the far right. Coincidentally, Masaru Ouga ended up standing right next to him. Masaru seemed extremely reluctant; especially when he looked down and saw the massive, unmistakable bulge in Ho Fei-yu's shorts, his face twisted as if he'd swallowed a dead rat. He hurriedly swapped places with the student next to him.
Ho Fei-yu watched this with amusement, feeling a slight twinge of regret that he didn't get another system reward. But it didn't matter; this world wasn't lacking in NTR scumbags—there would be plenty of opportunities.
He shifted his gaze forward, looking at the class PE representative. She was a girl who radiated a heroic, spirited energy. During the elections, her self-introduction had caused a stir: she had won the national youth karate championship over the summer. Though it was limited to high school and middle school levels, it was an incredible feat.
The girl was currently chatting casually with the girls in the front row.
"Suzuka, thanks for the hard work."
"Ikumi-sensei, you're here! It's no trouble, just doing my job," the girl replied with a humble smile.
"Now that Ikumi-sensei is here, I'll head back to the line."
"Mm."
The teacher, referred to as Ikumi, nodded with a smile, and Suzuka jogged back to the queue.
"Hello everyone. I am your PE teacher, Ikumi Haruhara. You can call me Haruhara-sensei or Ikumi-sensei," she announced. She had a whistle around her neck and a roll-call folder tucked under her arm. Her mature, exquisite face wore a shallow smile as she introduced herself.
As she finished, someone started clapping, and soon the whole class joined in. Ho Fei-yu joined the applause, looking appreciatively at the woman. Having such a mature, uniquely charming teacher for PE was definitely something to look forward to.
"What a shame... I was hoping for Makoto Kano; her tits are way bigger," a lecherous, quiet voice whispered from a position to Ho Fei-yu's right.
"Though, Ikumi Haruhara—one of the 'Twin Beauties of the Swimming Club'—isn't a bad consolation prize," the voice continued. "Tsk tsk... an elite athlete who was almost a national team candidate teaching me? I suppose I can accept that."
Ho Fei-yu didn't even need to look to know it was Masaru Ouga. He was amused by the guy's sheer audacity, but also impressed that the bastard had gathered so much intel on the school staff in just a few days.
After the roll call and a grueling warm-up session, Ho Fei-yu thought they might get a break since it was the first day. However, Ikumi Haruhara dropped a bombshell: a 2,000-meter run.
The class erupted in groans. Ho Fei-yu wasn't afraid of the distance—he could run 20,000 meters without blinking—but his "current situation" was special. The other students were miserable because they'd just spent a lazy summer and were out of shape.
Suzuka, the karate champion, was the only one looking eager, punching her palms in anticipation. Yūshin, on the other hand, looked like the world was ending.
"Dammit, I forgot Ikumi Haruhara is a slave-driver! Fuck, is it too late to switch teachers?!" Masaru hissed.
A sharp whistle cut through the noise.
"It seems 2,000 meters is a bit much for you. Fine, let's lower it to 1,000 meters," Ikumi said with a teasing smile. Though people still sighed, 1,000 was better than 2,000. "Alright, line up over there. We'll start immediately, and once you're done, you can rest."
The promise of rest killed the last of the resentment. Ho Fei-yu decided to just stop caring. If people saw his bulge, they saw it. Big dicks are a burden, what can you do?
He walked over to Ayato Tsubakino, who was walking alone with his head down, and patted his shoulder.
"Fei-yu-aniki," Ayato said weakly.
"Cheer up, Ayato. If you don't want to be bullied anymore, you have to work hard to get stronger," Ho Fei-yu encouraged.
"Can I become as strong as you?" Ayato's eyes lit up.
"Uh... yeah."
"Yes!"
Watching the boy regain his spirit, Ho Fei-yu felt his white lie was justified.