Kiriko was quickly released from the infirmary. Yukito, trusting Sakura, handed over the care of his treasured girlfriend to her, and together, they made their way to class.
"Sakura," Kiriko began, her face set in a serious, unreadable expression.
"Yeah, Kiriko? Everything okay?" Sakura responded, concern lacing her voice.
Kiriko hesitated, her words careful. "Pillo-... Erh... Sakurai. What's your take on him?"
My name is Sakura Takagi. I'm a normal, 16-year-old high school student. I don't drink or smoke, and I'm quite popular. I'm aware of my beauty.
"Eh?" Sakura was taken aback, her pulse quickening with surprise at the question.
"Why do you ask, Kiriko?" She inquired, one eyebrow arching in curiosity.
With a sigh, Kiriko implored, "Can you just... answer the question?"
But I know something that no one else does. I'm certain of it.
As they walked, Sakura's gaze drifted upward, as though the ceiling might hold her answer. "Well, he's odd and quite enigmatic... Why do you ask?"
Kiriko's frustration simmered beneath her silent exterior.
"What's on your mind?" Sakura asked, genuinely puzzled.
"Do you find him... likable?"
"WHAT?!" Sakura's voice cracked in astonishment. "I—No, that's not it... I mean, I barely know him, so... how could I even have an opinion?"
Kiriko exhaled deeply, a hint of knowing in her tone.
"Your reaction speaks volumes," she stated flatly.
"But what do you mean?" Sakura stammered, her cheeks warming with a blush.
Kiriko's expression hardened. "Listen, you can have a crush on anyone, that's your choice. But steer clear of him. He's an outcast, disliked by all. It won't be long before he's targeted. I'm telling you this for your own good. Avoid him. And just so you know, he's a recluse, an anime fanatic with his own doujin site. A girl like you... you'd be right in his sights, and someone like that... they're bad news..."
I know what Sakurai-senpai...
...really is!
[WARNING: ANTI-NTR ;) Read all the way through ]
----6 MONTHS AGO, A MONTH AFTER THE BEGINNING OF THE SCHOOL YEAR, AND YUUTO'S ENTRANCE TO THE SCHOOL----------
--SAKURA---
I wuv my boyfriend.
I wuv him, I wuv him, I wuv him, I WUUUUUUUUUUV HIM..!!
'I love him... I do...'
"Hehehe... This should be the perfect spot..." The repugnant P.E teacher sneered, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he strode forward.
'Then... What am I doing here...? With this teacher?'
Sakura and the PE Teacher ventured into the shadows behind the school. An isolated spot nestled beside a dreary forest, where no one dares to tread. Sakura walked with her gaze lowered, her body slouched, and her hands clenched tightly.
The teacher came to a halt.
"What a compliant little girl you are, Sakura-chan... You're making the right choice, you know? It would be such a pity if your boyfriend were to stumble upon your humiliating photos..." The teacher taunted with a predatory gaze, invading Sakura's personal space.
'Ah... Right. I love him, so I don't want him to see those photos of me getting naked in the guy's bathroom... I thought he was waiting for me there... But it all turned out as a scheme of this teacher. He... He might get the wrong idea if he saw the photos.' Sakura thought, as the teacher raised Sakura's chin, his face a mere inch away from hers. His foul breath seeping into her nostrils.
"Haha... Such a cute face... What big boobs... Are you really 16? You're actually an adult pretending to be a school girl just for a man like me, aren't you?" He jeered, leering at her.
'Yahiko... Save me...' She silently prayed for her boyfriend.
"Please... Teacher... Please stop this..." Sakura whispered as a tear escaped her eye.
"Stop this? STOP THIS..? You're the one with the slutty body..!!" He added impatiently, as he begun to fondle her breast. "... That's just begging to get fucked!"
"Hnng..!" She winced as he began teasing her nipple with his thumb, while massaging her breast.
"Ooh, what a nice reaction... You actually want this, huh? Don't worry, your teacher here will help you get into shape... All in due time..." He uttered, his words dripping with malicious intent as he moved towards her chest, unbuttoning her shirt and feeling her nipple harden.
She tightly clenched his hand as he unbuttoned her shirt, exposing more and more of her delicate skin until he reached her bra.
"...Are you... resisting, right now?" He menacingly asked, his voice filled with threat as he peered into her tear-filled, blue eyes.
"Pretending to be a good girl when deep down, you're just a filthy slut who enjoys being violated... Maybe you secretly want me to share those photos...?" He wickedly smiled, pulling out his phone to show her the compromising pictures he had taken in secret.
Her eyes widened as the memories flooded back.
'The seemingly kind PE Teacher turned out to be a predator... I trusted him, I actually believed in him. Yahiko... Yahiko... Please save me...!!' Her silent plea echoed in her mind, her gaze filled with dread as she glanced at the damning photos.
"Everyone will see what lies beneath your clothes. Your boyfriend will think you undressed for someone else... Every guy who looks at you will only see your body... Is that your twisted fantasy, huh?!"
"N-no!! NO! It's not true, it's not... I'm... I'm sorry..." She hastily apologized, releasing her grip from his hand.
"Good girl..." Sakura's eyes then caught sight of a figure lurking in the background, seemingly hiding from view as the teacher continued to unbutton her shirt.
Her eyes filled with a glimmer of hope.
'Yahiko...!! YAHIKO...!!' She instantly recognized the figure. It was her boyfriend, Yahiko - the one she had longed to see for so long.
'I can't shout... People will notice..!! But... But... If it's you... Save me... Save me...!!' She stood, trying to signal him with her wide eyes. The PE teacher proceeded to remove her shirt, leaving her in just her bra.
But what she saw next filled her with dread and despair.
Instead of rushing to her aid, Yahiko looked down. Defeat, resignation, and sadness etched across his face.
'Why... Why are you... Yahiko..?'
"Ya-...Hiko..." She called softly, her voice barely a whisper. But Yahiko turned around and walked away, his posture slumped in defeat.
The teacher glanced up, relishing in Sakura's bewildered and shocked expression.
"Ahh, that little boyfriend of yours...? I sent him an anonymous note, telling him you're a cheating whore... And I told him where to find us... Isn't that great? Now you don't have to feel guilty anymore... Hehehe... Hehehe... Hehehe..!!" The teacher laughed, relishing Sakura's misery as tears streamed down her face.
"Ya...Hiko... No... Don't leave me... This isn't what you think..." She called softly, her voice trembling as the teacher started unbuttoning her pants... "Hehehe, I hope we'll take good care of each other from now on, Miss Takagi... I'll make sure to teach and train you properly in everything. You're lucky your first time will be with your trusty teacher instead of that weak boyfriend of yours..." Despair consumed her.
"OH SHIT, STRAY BALL~ LOOK OUT...!!" A loud, jarring voice interrupted, growing louder by the second. Sakura turned her despair-filled face towards the source of the voice. Then, they both witnessed a giant football soaring through the air, with a guy running and leaping after it.
"OH NO. I'M ABOUT TO ACCIDENTALLY HIT YOU~" The guy yelled as he flew through the air, aiming straight for the PE teacher's head.
"What the..!?" The teacher quickly moved out of the way, narrowly avoiding the ball and the guy's collision.
"Tsk," a swift, quiet sound of disapproval escaped the odd guy's lips as the teacher dodged out of the way. The guy then swiftly caught the ball in midair and forcefully slammed it against the PE teacher's temple. "Whublarghphu~!!!" The impact caused the teacher to lose consciousness and spit out blood, his body crashing to the ground.
"...Eh...?" Sakura muttered, even more bewildered and stunned than before.
"Jesus fuck. What a freak accident. I was playing here with my friends and one of them threw the ball so hard, it knocked out our teacher." He blankly and casually glanced at Sakura through his fake glasses.
"Um... You hit him-"
"It was an accident," the guy insisted, his words unwavering.
"... B-but I saw you grab the ball and-"
"-an accident," he reiterated firmly.
"You hit him..."
"...." Yuuto narrowed his eyes at her as she hurriedly tried to correct him.
"...It was an accident," she said as she reluctantly accepted his version of events.
"Oh, you think so too? Oh no, I accidentally dropped the Teacher's phone too." Yuuto exclaimed as he picked up the phone from the ground and threw it against the nearby wall, shattering it into pieces. "How clumsy of me."
"R-right..." Sakura muttered, a mix of confusion and relief washing over her, as she felt the force of Yuuto's throw.
"Hm, there's an SD card here with alllllll~ the photos one could imagine. How odd. I heard the police likes photos. Maybe they'll like these too." He muttered loudly.
"I-I see... Uhm.. I guess I should... Th-thank..."
'If I combine it with the footage I captured of that despicable PE teacher groping and blackmailing her, I can ensure he goes to jail for a long time. I just need to transport the body safely to the police station without being noticed. Piece of cake. I'll take the forest route. Can't allow a scum like him any more chances to harm others.' He contemplated internally as he pocketed the SD card, gathered the phone's remains into a bag, and lifted the teacher's lecherous body onto his shoulder.
With a sigh, he walked away, leaving her wide-eyed and still processing the shocking turn of events.
'It will be challenging for her and her boyfriend to reconcile... I didn't expect that old man to lure him here with a letter. These despicable individuals never rest... Well, I am the kind of person(Hero) who looks ahead, and I know what I do best. Instead of just observing them as I did before, I should intensify my surveillance to uncover all of their habits and create a psychological profile on them.'
"Um... Wait...!" She couldn't help but shout, picking up her soiled shirt from the mud and putting it back on, fastening the buttons.
Yuuto turned around, nonchalantly uttering, "What, you filthy exhibitionist?"
'E-exhibitionist?!' She thought in shock, but quickly shook her head.
I don't know why my first reaction was to ask for his name, rather than express gratitude... Or really, why he'd cuss at me the first chance he'd get.
"W-What's your name!?" She called out.
"Anti NT-.." Yuuto paused and looked up, realizing he was still wearing his fake glasses and wig.
"...What...!?" She exclaimed.
"Just call me Sakurai. I'd appreciate it if you kept quiet about what happened here, or I might throw you against the wall too. Fucking slut," he said before turning around and continuing his walk.
He was peculiar and impolite. He embodied all the qualities of a guy I should stay away from...
"O-okay... I-I'm..." Sakura began, but before she could complete her sentence, he had vanished from her sight.
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"That seems a bit severe, Kiriko," Sakura countered softly.
"He might just be a big anime fan... Plus, he earns from that website, right? So it's not all bad..."
Kiriko's face twisted in distaste. "What's gotten into you, Sakura? That's just... gross!"
... But he rescued me. He rescued me and asked for nothing in return, besides me keeping quiet about him. Even today... He acts like nothing happened between us, and he doesn't care about how everyone think about him...
Maybe I'm just lonely after me and Yahiko broke up...
...But I want to know him better,
That odd Senpai of mine...