She was arranging her hair and collar hurriedly, trying to hide her vulnerability.
"Who let you in... I just... just fell..."
However, no matter how hard she tried, her trembling voice and unstoppable tears betrayed her mercilessly.
The kind of weakness and fear engraved in the bones, after just experiencing a violent baptism, can never be covered again by that thin layer of "strong" disguise.
The more she tried to return to normal, the more pitiful she looked.
Finally, she gave up this useless struggle and covered her face with her hands, not wanting anyone to see her miserable appearance.
"Don't tell anyone... you can't tell anyone. If you dare to tell others that I cried... I..."
Even at this point, she still tried to use threats to maintain her precarious self-esteem.
"And... can you help me take revenge? Are you from Class A? That Manabe... those bitches... I will make them pay the price! Since you saw it, you have to help me..."
"You are really complacent, Karuizawa."
He slowly took two steps closer and looked down at her condescendingly.
"Or, have you believed that false 'Queen of Class D' for so long that you yourself have not only forgotten who you are, but you have even forgotten... that you are actually just a 'bullied' who is used to being dominated?"
This sentence is like a needle, piercing the deepest scar in Karuizawa Kei's heart.
Karuizawa Kei's pupils shrank violently, and the hand covering his face froze instantly.
"You... what are you talking about..."
"What bullied person... who told you? Is it Hirata? Impossible...Hirata promised me to keep it secret..."
How could that secret, that nightmare that has been following her, that scar that she tried her best to cover up, be known by this Class A man?
No one in this school should know except Hirata Yosuke!
"Hirata?"
"That bad guy will indeed keep his mouth shut to protect you. But I don't need him to tell me."
He knelt down and looked straight at the frightened Karuizawa Kei. He reached out his hand and pinched her chin, forcing her to raise her head and look at him.
"Look at what you look like now. That instinctive shrinking in the face of violence, that skillful self-protection posture, and that engraved in your bones... the servility to seek attachment to the strong."
Kazehara Tetsu's fingers didn't exert any force, but Karuizawa Kei felt as if they were locked by iron pliers, unable to move.
"These are not the reactions of an ordinary 'strong girl'."
"No... no! I didn't!"
Karuizawa Kei shook his head desperately.
She can't admit it, absolutely can't admit it! Once she admits it, all the Defense Line she built will collapse, and she will fall into that hell again!
"Do you still want to deny it?"
"I didn't..."
Kazehara Tetsu ignored her feeble rebuttal, and without any hesitation, his palm went straight up to her thigh.
Through that thin layer of fabric, one could clearly feel that the body under the palm was tense to the extreme in an instant.
"No... don't..."
Karuizawa Kei instinctively wanted to struggle, but Kazehara Tetsu's other hand clamped down on her hand, preventing her from moving.
The hand covering the thigh began to move up slowly, tracing the skin of the inner thigh.
At that moment, Karuizawa Kei's mind went blank.
The shadows of the past came like a tide, drowning her.
If she wants to survive, if she wants to keep her current position, she must... must obey.
She closed her eyes, and her body no longer tried to resist, but began to tremble and relax, even giving birth to a twisted response in despair.
Since you can't escape, you can only make it look like you are voluntary.
Maybe this... maybe this would satisfy him and let him go.
"Heh."
A chuckle suddenly sounded in his ears, a bit mocking.
Karuizawa Kei did not wait for the expected violation.
She only felt a chill on her waist, and with the "click" sound of the belt buckle, the belt that bound the skirt was untied.
She opened her eyes suddenly, filled with shock and confusion.
Kazehara Tetsu doesn't appear to be lustful at all.
He easily unbuckled her belt with one hand, grabbed the hem of the sweat-soaked shirt with the other hand, and lifted it up sharply.
"Ah!"
Karuizawa Kei let out a short exclamation and subconsciously wanted to block it, but it was already too late.
As the shirt was roughly pulled up, the originally smooth skin on the left side of her abdomen was exposed to the air.
And on that piece of snow-white skin, there was a shocking scar.
It was a stab wound. Although it had healed, the ferocious mark was on her waist and looked out of place on the body of a girl full of youthful vitality.
This is her secret.
This is the source of her fear.
"Is this the reason for your 'strongness'? Karizawa."
"Use this scar to remind yourself that only the strong can survive?"
Karuizawa Kei's face was as pale as paper, and she was biting her lips.
Now that the ugliest side has been revealed, she has no reason to refute anything.
"Now that you've seen it... just do whatever you want."
She turned her head away, her voice was hoarse, and she said with a self-defeating resignation, "Anyway... you still have that video in your hand."
"Video?"
Kazehara Tetsu let go of her hand and let her shirt slide down, covering the scar.
"That's right. I'll give it to the school."
"No, at least you can't show the video to others..."
If the video is given to the school, then everyone in the school will know that he is just a weakling wearing a "tiger skin".
She will go back to what she was before, suffering Campus violence.
Kazehara Tetsu ignored Karuizawa Kei's plea and continued.
"Manabe They will be Expulsion by the school because of bullying. Before being Expulsion, they will also be asked by Ryuen what happened. In order to prevent Ryuen from venting his anger on them... What do you think they will do?"
Karuizawa Kei's body stiffened and his eyes became even darker.
"They will tell everything." Kazehara Tetsu gave her the answer.
"They will tell Ryuen that it is because of you and your past bad things that led to this series of conflicts. And when Ryuen knows that it was you who caused Class C to be deducted a large amount of Class Points, and even caused someone to be Expulsion..."
He leaned down, got close to Karuizawa Kei's face, and breathed on her ear.
"Do you think the tyrant who rules Class C with violence will easily let you, the culprit, go?"
Karuizawa Kei's pupils were dilated.
If you are targeted by that lunatic Ryuen Kakeru... it will be absolute hell.
"Then... then what should I do..."
She grabbed her hair with both hands and curled up into a ball, like a child abandoned by the world, "I have... I have no choice..."
And just when she was about to collapse completely, a hand stretched out in front of her.
"So, Karizawa, in order to prevent me from leaking the video, and in order to stop being bullied by others."
Kazehara Tetsu looked at the "parts" that were completely broken before him and only needed to be put back together to completely belong to him.
"Be my Parasite."
Karuizawa Kei raised his tear-stained face and looked at him blankly.
"A kind-hearted host like Hirata can't protect you now."
"But I'm different."
"I will be more unscrupulous than Hirata Yosuke."
He stretched out his fingers and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
"As long as you rely on me, become my possession, and obey my orders... then, no matter Ryuen Kakeru, or any trouble that may arise in the future, I will settle it for you."
"In this school, as long as I am here, no one can bully you anymore."
"How about it? Do you want... to change to a more powerful host?"
Karuizawa Kei looked at the man in front of him.
His eyes were cold, even with a hint of terrifying calculation.
But the power he displayed was so real and alluring.
For a person who has been struggling in the darkness for too long and just wants to find a safe shelter, at this moment Kazehara Tetsu, even the devil, is the only god who can take her out of hell.
She slowly stretched out her trembling hand and placed it on his palm.
This means the contract is reached.