[Hey. Author here. 60-FUCKING-COLLECTIONS!!!!!!!!!!!?????? I expected... 1, maybe 7 more people to add to their collection and that's being generous. 60 COLLECTIONS PER CHAPTER!!!!!!!!? NAAH, I'M TRIPPING. Anyway enjoy.]
BACK OUTSIDE, AT THE SCHOOL YARD...
Nao assured the students around her she was okay. She told them all to leave and not talk about this incident to anyone. Confused, yet compelled to oblige by Nao's popularity and influence in the school, they complied.
"Can you move?" Nao asked gently once she and the transfer student were alone, her expression blank as the transfer student tried to lift himself from the ground, covered in dirt.
"N-nao..." he murmured, struggling to get back on his feet.
"Let's tell the teacher... that wimp will be expelled for this!" the transfer student said with a smirk.
'...So, you resort to crying for help when things don't go your way?' Nao thought, disappointed in his suggestion.
'I've overestimated this guy...' she thought with a sigh.
"No. We're not saying anything to anyone," she said confidently, staring at him blankly.
"W-what?! Why?! You're bleeding, Nao! This is your chance, OUR chance! We could have sex like rabbits without that wimp breathing down our necks and—"
"That wimp just beat you up without even trying. Are you serious right now?" Nao replied flatly.
"N-no... it's just... he..." he stammered, struggling to find the words.
"Look, I don't want to make a headache out of this. Let's just keep going as usual. Say nothing happened. I don't want to stay in school longer than I have to," she said confidently.
"Okay... But, prepare for later. I'll make you my fuckdoll soon... you'll crave my dick even more!" he whispered in her ear.
'This guy... the moment he's beaten up, he says something like that to me, trying to cling to what's left of his fragile masculinity...'
Nao didn't move as he whispered to her.
'How boring...'
"I see. I'm looking forward to it," she said, giving him an empty smile.
'It's nowhere near as intense as Hiroki...'
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"Get anywhere near me or my family, and I'll slap you so hard, your eyeball will pop out, you fucking whore."
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She blushed, remembering Hiroki's unwavering words, that confident, non-squeaky tone and fiery gaze. The transfer student mistook her blush as a response to his own words.
'Since when... He had eyes like that...?' She thought, thinking of Hiroki.
"Heh..." He giggled triumphantly, feeling a surge of energy as he stood up.
"Let's go, Nao. I will beat up that wimp after school and make him watch us bang!"
OUTSIDE THE MALE BATHROOMS...
"They went into the bathroom... He must be dead by now. Let's go take a pic and send it to Naocchi!" said Rise, the girl who had called her big brother earlier, walking with her friend.
"G-good idea, Rise-chan! That'll cheer Nao-chan right up!" the male student muttered, following her to the men's bathroom.
They stopped outside the bathroom.
"My big bro's gonna come out with his friends!" Rise giggled, standing with eager anticipation. The male student stood uncomfortably close, putting his hand on her shoulder, pretending it was unintentional as he glared at the bathroom door.
Rise flinched at his touch.
'This guy is pathetic... and he reeks... Pretending to be friendly just because he wants to fuck me. Like he even has a chance. But he's convenient, so I'll keep him around for now,' she thought, glancing disdainfully at his hand on her shoulder. 'Creep...'
"Ah, Rise-chan, the door's opening!" he said eagerly, pointing to the door.
Her gaze snapped to the door.
"There he is... my bro's already done with him. That was quick... I told you Hiroki was just a sucker-punch loser," she declared triumphantly.
"Haah, you're so smart, Rise-chan! I can't wait to see his mangled body..." he said, licking his lips, trying to match her enthusiasm.
"W-what the...?" the boy murmured in disbelief as he saw Yuuto casually walking out of the bathroom, stretching his fingers.
"H-holy shit... bro...?" she muttered, her eyes frantically searching, somehow expecting to see her big brother forcing Yuuto forward with a knife.
Rise's eyes widened as she saw her brother and his two friends lying unconscious just behind Yuuto.
"N-no way...! HOW?! HOW ARE YOU STILL ALIVE?! YOU WEREN'T THAT STRONG!" the boy cried out, stepping from the corner he and Rise had been hiding in.
Yuuto turned his head toward the boy and smirked confidently.
"Problem?" he asked.
As Yuuto strolled away, Rise collapsed onto her butt.
"N-no way... Bro lost...?" she muttered weakly, her gaze locked on the bodies sprawled in the bathroom. She struggled to her feet and ran toward them as Yuuto walked away.
"Hey," Yuuto called, and Rise froze in her tracks.
"Tell those cannon fodder when they wake up..." he said, adjusting his sleeve.
"That they were AT LEAST 24 people short," he muttered, then continued walking.
'W-what's with this guy...? Hiroki Morii wasn't anywhere near this strong!' she thought, crouching beside her unconscious brother in concern.
"H-HEY! BRO, HOW COULD YOU LOSE TO A PIPSQUEAK LIKE THAT?!" she complained, as the male student found the courage to join her in the bathroom once Yuuto left.
A Bit Earlier...
Yuuto stood over the immobile bodies of the three third-years who had tried to beat him up. His fists and shirt were bloodied, and his face was stained with blood that wasn't his.
"Haah..." he sighed, tossing their IDs to the floor.
'I know their names and faces now in case they try anything,' he thought as he walked to the sink to wash the blood off his hands and face.
Yuuto's leg twitched as he stood.
'Tsk. This body is so weak. I took down these wimps and that veiny turd and I'm already exhausted? Give me a break, this is just embarrassing. Hiroki said he trained a lot—where's all that training? Was he just hitting a punching bag for 30 minutes, calling it a day, and going home to jerk off thinking about his sister? Pathetic,' he thought, rinsing the blood off.
He glanced at his shirt.
"Tsk, blood won't come off... Whatever. I'll say it's ketchup or something," Yuuto muttered, turning toward the exit.
'That whore and veiny turd must've already tattled to the teacher, so no point in keeping this a secret,' he thought with a shrug as he headed for the door.
"W-wait!" a voice called from one of the stalls.
'Hmm? Someone was hiding here?' he thought, turning around.
"Who's there? You aching for a fight too?" Yuuto called out, facing the stall where the voice came from.
"H-here! It's clean!" the voice replied, and a clean shirt was tossed from the stall.
"..." Without much comment, he swapped his bloodied shirt for the clean one.
'It fits perfectly...'
"Thanks," Yuuto said, stepping over the unconscious bodies of the high-schoolers as he left the bathroom.