In Classroom of the Elite, but in the Underworld Chapter 11

"I'm already used to this kind of farce. Do you really need me to roll around on the floor in joy like Yamauchi to be satisfied?"

"Oh..." Suzune said nothing more, as if she had lost interest in the two of them.

"Then let's go, Eito-kun."

"Alright, Kikyo-chan."

On the way, Kikyo seemed to be lost in thought and remained silent the entire time.

This was a complete departure from her usual energetic state.

Although he wanted to ask what was weighing on her mind, he reconsidered and figured it was probably about Suzune anyway, so he couldn't be bothered to ask.

Besides, he found it quite relaxing not having to talk.

Taking in the scenery along the way wasn't bad either.

That was until Kikyo suddenly turned around, looked him in the eyes, and asked:

"Is it really impossible for me to become friends with Horikita-san?"

He hesitated for a moment, then said:

"It's possible. As long as Kikyo is willing to be completely honest with her own heart, I believe Horikita will definitely be willing to be real friends with you."

Yes, Suzune only said she didn't need friends, but she hadn't completely rejected the concept of friendship itself.

In other words, Suzune was so confident that she could live on her own without the help of friends—what arrogance.

If she just wanted to live alone and avoid contact with anyone, that would be fine, but as long as one wants to enter society, they must learn certain communication skills, and the Kikyo before him was the culmination of such techniques.

Hearing his words, Kikyo's little face panicked, and her eyes darted around as she said:

"Honest... what does that mean?"

"...Take a guess?"

"...How annoying, I'm ignoring you." Kikyo turned her head away in anger and stopped talking to him.

However, her quickened pace showed that the girl's heart was not as calm as she pretended.

Eito felt a bit of regret at this moment.

He had been a bit too blunt just now; he had only meant to tease Kikyo, but he hadn't expected the impact to be so strong.

But whatever, he hadn't actually said anything wrong, so he would just let Kikyo guess for herself.

Moreover, he had a vague feeling that things were hopeless at this rate, and it was time to change his strategy.

Whether it was love or hatred, it didn't really matter.

The school's movie theater was almost always empty.

That made sense; the only ones still in the mood to watch movies were the first-years, and even they tended to stagger their arrival times.

So, they essentially had the place to themselves.

However, the movie they were about to watch surprised him—it was actually a horror film.

Did Kikyo really like watching this kind of thing? He hoped she wouldn't be scared enough to wet herself later.

Just kidding.

However, seeing the girl's breathing become irregular just as the movie started, he knew she was already regretting it.

"How about we don't watch it?"

"Eito-kun, you don't think I'm scared, do you?" Kikyo pouted, looking unconvinced.

"Well, I'm scared."

"..." Kikyo was silent for two seconds, then sighed and leaned back in her seat. "You're so gentle. Is this how you usually trick girls, Eito-kun?"

"So why would I want to trick Kikyo?"

"..."

Kikyo fell silent.

She couldn't exactly say that Eito was hitting on her; that would be too shameless.

And thinking about it carefully, if he really wanted to take advantage of her, he wouldn't have offered to leave.

So, what exactly was this person thinking?

Kikyo had seen and understood all kinds of people, and precisely because of that, she understood the ugliness of the human heart better than anyone else.

Growing up in such an environment, her own heart had long since become tainted.

As long as someone looked at her with a strange gaze, or as long as she made eye contact with them, she could roughly guess what they were thinking.

Yet, this one person was someone she couldn't read at all.

His actions and his words were completely different from anyone she had known before.

If he was hiding his true self, then he was truly impressive.

This acting was so superb that it was completely on par with her own.

Fortunately, it seemed his goal was different from hers; he didn't appear particularly keen on making friends.

Thinking of this, Kikyo breathed a sigh of relief.

However, in order to uncover his true colors, she decided to test him a little.

"Eito, I'm a little scared. Could you hold my hand?"

He froze for a moment, then nodded and took the small hand she offered.

She didn't really dislike this person anyway, and he was quite handsome, so even if he took advantage of her, she could accept it.

It was just that the way he interlaced his fingers with hers made her feel a bit shy.

What a pervert...

Chapter 14 The Movie Is Good

Watching Kikyo gradually settle down, Eito decided to savor this masterpiece called Sadako 4.

It started with a typical horror atmosphere, very ordinary.

Ten minutes in, a man appeared, walked toward Sadako, and then.

{Miss Sadako, I have fallen in love with your long black hair. Please go out with me!}

{...}

Yes, Sadako couldn't speak; she only made "ah ah" sounds.

Then came the sickeningly sweet dating segment.

Followed by a wedding.

The man took Sadako to travel to various places and took all sorts of photos.

A few years later, they had a Little Sadako.

Little Sadako was very cute, though she could scare people to death just by walking down the street.

Once, they ran into human traffickers on the road, and when they saw how cute Little Sadako was, they tried to kidnap her.

Then they were eaten by Little Sadako.

Having tasted the deliciousness of human flesh for the first time, Little Sadako could no longer restrain herself and began a killing spree...

(The art style shifted abruptly)

At the same time, he felt Kikyo's body lean in beside him, the soft sensation pressing against his arm.

Fortunately, the bloody scenes ended quickly, as the movie was nearing its conclusion.

As Little Sadako stepped back into the well one last time, the story came to an end.

"..."

He couldn't even comment on it.

Technically, this was supposed to be a romance film, and although the final scenes were quite bloody, the main focus remained on Sadako's love life.

While that was fine, he couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment; he had been hoping for those thrilling, jump-scare moments.

As if sensing his disappointment, Kikyo stood up, straightened her clothes, and stood before him, saying apologetically:

"I'm sorry, Eito-kun. Nothing happened that lived up to your expectations."

"...It's fine, I don't mind." He couldn't help but feel like she was mocking him.

However, he seemed to have misunderstood the meaning behind Kikyo's words.

"As compensation, I..." Kikyo said, and to his surprise, she sat down on his lap, "I will... make it up to you, Eito..."

Her soft body pressed against him, and a mysterious fragrance teased his nerves.

Her face, mere inches away, was like a peach blossom in bloom—fair skin tinged with a faint pink. Above that were eyes of deep violet, struggling to meet his gaze, her long eyelashes trembling, revealing the inner turmoil of their owner.

"Um... could I borrow your shoulder to lean on?" Kikyo's voice was calm.

"Yeah."

Having received permission, Kikyo leaned onto his shoulder as if she had lost all her strength, a heavy breath escaping her lips and brushing against his collar.

She must be very tired.

However, that wasn't the issue Eito should be considering right now.

Every time Kikyo's thigh shifted, the sensation of it rubbing against his clothes made his mind wander.

As a normal man, it was impossible for him not to have desires. It was just that he was better at controlling them than others.

But the stimulation Kikyo was providing right now was a bit too intense.

Her soft, fleshy body, the cleavage visible the moment he lowered his head, and those slightly parted, small, pale-red lips.

Not to mention the thought that this usually lively and cute girl was now lying in his arms as quiet as a rabbit, not saying a single word.

Any man would have found it hard to resist.

So, he decided not to hold back.

"Kikyo..." He lifted the girl's delicate chin and, under her bewildered gaze, said, "Have you ever kissed anyone?"

"...No."

"What a coincidence, neither have I. Want to practice?"

"..."

Her body was trembling slightly, yet her breathing grew heavier and heavier.

As if steeling herself, after half a minute of staring, Kikyo finally gave a faint nod.

"Wait a moment... Mmph..."

If he waited any longer, the world would end, so Eito naturally refused to stop.

Ten minutes later, Kikyo forcibly pushed him away and stood up.

Then, while tidying her disheveled clothes, she complained:

"You went way too far."

Just now, Eito hadn't just stolen her first kiss; he had also taken the liberty of touching her all over.

This guy really was a pervert.