Respectable class leader, you really have a knack for judging me by the darkest side of my soul!
Did you see me blackmailing Renko? She's grinning like she just won the lottery! Do you think anyone would be that happy after being blackmailed?
Speaking of which, I still have twenty-five Transformer toys at her mercy. She's basically Optimus Prime's kidnapper!
After some more pointless conversation with Shu Sha, the bell finally rang. I've never loved the class bell so much in my life.
I slipped out of the classroom and dashed straight to the boys' restroom. Shu Sha—let's see if you can chase me in there!
Afterward, I returned to class and noticed Renko wasn't at her desk. She was sitting with "Loud Mouth" and her friends in the middle of the classroom, surrounded by a cluster of girls asking rapid-fire questions. The atmosphere was buzzing.
I paused at the doorway, peeking in cautiously to avoid being ambushed by Shu Sha and her loyal minions. Fortunately, there was nothing like that.
Their chatter reached my ears:
"Eh, eh—so you and Haruya were childhood friends? Did you grow up together?""What was he like as a kid? Was he as fierce as he is now?""I heard Hong Kong crime syndicates want to recruit him. Is that true?""Hey, don't waste time on silly questions! Let's get to the important stuff!""Yes, yes! Renko, tell us the truth. Since you two knew each other so long, did your parents ever betroth you? Or make some sort of marriage pledge?"
A burst of ominous laughter erupted from the girls.
Uh-oh.
Renko clasped her fists and proudly declared, "Of course! Haruya has already decided he'll only marry me, and I've decided I'll only marry him!"
When the hell did I ever say that?! Renko, are you trying to force us into a wedding? Why not just say we already have kids together?
The girls looked amazed and some even envious.
Envious my ass! You've all watched too many Korean dramas. Get back to studying! In my dad's online store, there are plenty of pitiful people who didn't study and now have to rely on adult toys to console themselves.
I straightened up and walked over. Seeing me approaching, the girls scattered, fear written all over their faces.
Renko tilted her head and looked slightly disappointed.
"I can't help it…this childhood friend of mine just likes to bully me. I've gotten used to it."
I remembered my promise from earlier: no bullying for the entire afternoon. Words of a man carry weight, so I swallowed my irritation and returned to my seat.
Renko, as if reading my mind, smirked immediately. She made finger guns and "shot" me, prompting giggles from the girls.
My reputation in this class must have taken a hit.
Even weak girls have the guts to ridicule me? Foolish. I thought I had classified you all as harmless. I guess your only escape would have been to be sold to Southeast Asia.
The next class was politics, taught by a recent female graduate. Most students were doing homework from other classes anyway. I might as well take a nap.
Yawning, I felt my eyelids droop. Late nights really do take a toll.
Just as I was drifting off, I heard Renko being called by Shu Sha to the logistics office to pick up her school uniform.
We had three uniforms in total: one sports uniform, one summer uniform, and one formal uniform, like a tunic suit.
The sports uniform was standard blue-and-white stripes—looked like an old army outfit—but mandatory for PE.
The summer uniform was introduced this year. Boys got shirts and shorts; girls got shirts and long skirts. During the design process, the students submitted ideas—one person designed a skirt so short it was practically a battle outfit, and a pervert even drew a bikini-like uniform with exaggerated features. The school, of course, rejected both. The final version: modest skirts past the knee.
The formal uniform had the funniest backstory. A clothing plant renting space from the school owed the school a ton of money. They promised to make a new formal uniform each year: black jackets and trousers for everyone. These were only worn for the school anniversary or when visiting officials came. On cold days, students sometimes used it as extra warmth. Boys looked sharp, girls looked elegant—everyone agreed.
Mixing and matching the uniforms could be impressive. Tomorrow, Renko would probably wear the summer uniform like the other girls.
I wondered: after I'd soiled her clothes, would she change today? Uniforms were designed to last three years, so sizes were slightly roomy—especially the sportswear. First-years often looked like they were swimming in them.
What would Renko look like in the uniform? I drifted into a daydream.
In my dream, Renko wore oversized sportswear while running on the track. Seeing me, she waved and ran toward me. Her youthful figure was hidden beneath the fabric, yet the sun revealed just enough to hint at her curves. Beads of sweat sparkled on her flushed face as she panted softly.
She stopped in front of me, closed her eyes, tiptoed, and leaned in for a kiss. My heart raced uncontrollably.
What is this? An erotic dream? When did I start seeing Renko as the heroine in my dreams?
Compared to typical JAV actresses in fantasies—blouses fluttering, gusts of wind blowing—they were fully exposed. Renko, in a full school uniform, only revealed her hands and face and still managed to invade my dreams?
Apologize to all female JAV actors, you imposter!
The most terrible part? This disrespectful dream heroine caused…a tent. In the middle of class.
I'd never had sexual fantasies about female classmates before.
The next class began—history. The teacher loved asking students to read silently while pacing the room, stopping to ask random students to stand and answer questions.
Dangerous. If they called on me…
No. I must calm myself. (Cleanse Your Mind.) "Na Mo A Mi Tuo Fo, Na Mo A Mi Tuo Fo. Help me, Sister Feng!"
Think of something to make me limp!
"Haruya…"
Don't talk to me! I don't want to speak to anyone! Especially not you!
"Haruya…"
"…?"
"Haruya!"
Damn it, why are you calling me more familiarly? And you've already retrieved your uniform but are still wearing your old clothes? All three uniforms were folded in your bag—why hang it on the left side of the desk where I can see it? Why not the right side? I'm not interested in your clothes!
I wouldn't want to peek at an unworn uniform in your bag! Whoever fantasizes about that is beyond saving.
"You look…strange, Haruya…"
Bending like a bow is weird? Ever heard of "walk like the wind, sit like a bow"? A martial arts technique, you idiot!
"Haruya…were you thinking about me?"
Renko held her textbook like a shield, turned her face, and giggled.
"Scram! Who the hell would think about you? Stop dreaming!"
"But… it seems like I received Haruya's signal waves…"
"Stop joking! What are you, a radio?"
"It's true! Real waves are being transmitted."
"(^__^) Haha… it must be because Haruya raised the antenna of love, sending love waves to me!"
Antenna of love? The only antenna here is the one of sexual desire, emitting vulgar signals!
"Haruya…let me touch it!"
What?! Where do you want to touch?! I wasted half a day chanting a mantra and now it's ruined!
"My thighs… I want to feel Haruya's muscular thighs. You run so fast, they must be strong. Is that okay?"
Don't look at me like that! Touch your own thighs! You have no right to comment on someone who runs like a blur!
No! I can't talk to her! The history teacher might notice!
"Haruya…if you're not speaking, can I take that as agreement?""Then I'm going to touch it!"