In Classroom of the Elite, but in the Underworld

"Don't you want your dream anymore?"

"None of your business." Sudo glared at him, faint flames of rage dancing in his eyes.

"It is indeed none of my business," Eito said indifferently. "If it weren't for Horikita, I wouldn't care about a loser like you. Looking at it now, someone like you truly has no redeeming qualities. Sigh, how pathetic. You've only been in school for two months and you're already about to be expelled. If word of this reached your relatives' ears, what would they think of you? A stray dog that brought shame to the family?"

"Who said I'm getting expelled? I'll just take a look at the material when the time comes; it's not like it's some impossibly difficult exam."

"Cramming at the last minute, are you? Do you really think your problems can be solved by glancing at a few pages before the test? You barely scraped by on the last quiz even though the questions at the beginning were so simple. Are you planning to get a single-digit score on the next midterm and then get kicked out of this school?"

"Hey, what exactly are you acting so arrogant about?" Sudo was completely enraged, grabbing him by the collar. "Do you think I have a good temper and am afraid to hit you? Even if it means getting expelled, I'm going to beat you to a pulp today."

"Heh, loser."

"You're asking for it!" Sudo raised his fist and swung it toward him.

"Wait!" "Hold on!"

Suzune and Yamauchi's voices rang out simultaneously, and even Ike, standing to the side, grew anxious.

At that moment, Eito had already activated his superpower. Under the effect of time dilation, Sudo's fist moved toward him as if in slow motion.

"Too slow."

He gripped the other's fist with one hand, hooked his leg, and sent him crashing directly to the ground.

With a dull thud, Sudo's body slammed heavily onto the floor.

"Ah—it hurts—"

Sudo lay on the ground, wailing.

This scene stunned everyone present.

After a moment of silence, Ike rushed to Sudo's side to check on him:

"Sudo, are you okay?"

Eito said:

"Don't worry, he just bumped his back; a bit of ointment will do. But Sudo, is this really all you've got? I thought that even if your grades were bad, you were good at fighting. Turns out, this is it? I advise you to just withdraw from school voluntarily. A loser like you staying in this class will only hold everyone else back."

Sudo glared at him:

"My leg slipped just now. You just wait, I'll come for you again once I've rested. I'll definitely get my revenge!"

Eito's movements had been too fast. Sudo only remembered the moment he threw his punch, and the next second he was lying on the floor, assuming the ground was too slippery and he had accidentally tripped.

"That's why you're a loser; you don't even know how you lost. Sigh." Eito sighed.

"Damn it!" Sudo clenched his fists, grinding his teeth. The look he gave him was filled with resentment and humiliation.

After Ike took Sudo away, Yamauchi also bid the two of them farewell, leaving only Suzune behind.

She asked: "What did you just do?"

She hadn't seen Eito's movements clearly either; she only vaguely saw Eito grab Sudo's hand, and then Sudo was on the ground.

Could this be... magic?

That was the only explanation.

Eito said: "He must have tripped himself. How careless; he's so big and still trips."

"Is that so?"

Suzune was skeptical, but there was no other explanation at the moment.

"It seems I'll have to be careful around you from now on."

Although Eito had barely managed to bluff his way through, Suzune felt this incident definitely had something to do with him. If she had been in Sudo's position, how would she have responded? The answer was that she wouldn't have been able to.

If Eito wanted to attack her in the future, it would be very easy for him to succeed. Given his hooligan-like nature, he would surely do whatever he wanted to her, and she would be unable to do anything but endure the humiliation.

If Eito could hear her inner thoughts, he would definitely cry out in injustice.

Although he was a bit of a pervert, he would never engage in acts like forcing himself on a girl unless the other party offended him first.

That was a matter of principle.

"So, can I still come to your room in the future?"

"Of course not."

"Eh? Eh? Eh?"

This hit him hard. He had just finished feeling satisfied, only to be told he couldn't go to Suzune's room anymore.

What a massive loss.

If he had known, he wouldn't have bothered with this mess.

Suzune continued: "I didn't think this through this time. If—"

If it had been Eito lying on the ground, she didn't know how much inner guilt she would have suffered.

Besides, she had been too confident—confident that she could control someone like Sudo.

In reality, people like Sudo couldn't be judged by common sense; his level of rationality wasn't even on par with an elementary school student.

"How about this: I'll treat you to a meal later as a way to thank you for your help just now."

By "just now," she must have been referring to him stopping Sudo.

It sounded like a thank you, but in reality, it was likely an attempt to apologize.

He accepted readily: "Sure, but I want you to feed me."

"Huh?"

Suzune looked at him as if he were an idiot.

Seeing this, Eito feigned a sigh: "Sigh, as expected, friends are just things to be used. Once you're done using them, you just brush them off. It would be better to raise a dog; at least you can just toss it a bone when you're finished."

"Fine," Suzune said helplessly. "Let's just pretend I'm feeding a dog."

"..."

Chapter 21: A Wonderful Feeding Play

Dusk.

On a secluded bench deep within the school grounds.

Two people were sitting there.

Eito leaned back against the bench, feeling somewhat impatient.

They had previously agreed that she would feed him.

However, Suzune said she wanted to find a place where no one else was around. He had suggested his room, but she rejected it immediately.

And so, the two of them ended up here.

Yet, Suzune said she needed some time to prepare, so he had been waiting here for nearly 15 minutes.

Although he was a patient person—he would even be willing to wait a lifetime if Suzune asked—his stomach couldn't handle being kept waiting like this.

"How about I teach you?"

"...Fine." Suzune finally agreed to his plan and handed him the lunchbox.

Eito opened it and discovered that the side dishes were quite rich, featuring chicken nuggets, pork ribs, steamed fish, and another side dish.

At the same time, Suzune's cool voice drifted over: "I heard that boys like meat, so..."

Clearly, this was a homemade bento.

Eito didn't reply; he picked up a piece of pork rib and held it to her lips:

"Come on, say 'ah'~"

"..." Suzune didn't move, her eyes fixed intently on the chopsticks.

"What's wrong?"

"Um... do I really have to make an 'ah' sound when I open my mouth?"

"Uh." That question stumped Eito. He had never heard such a question before. After thinking for a moment, he replied, "Do whatever you like."

"Oh, then—" Suzune opened her mouth, carefully taking the piece of pork rib into her mouth and chewing it slowly.

Her movements were very graceful, just like a sheltered young lady from a castle, her calm eyes radiating a soft luster like the stars at night.

"How is it?"

"The taste is alright."

"I'm not asking about the taste; I'm asking how you feel."

"A bit... shy." Suzune touched her lips with her hand, her small face flushed red by the setting sun.

As if afraid to meet his eyes, her gaze wandered everywhere, while her other hand gripped the edge of the bench tightly.

Time fell silent for several dozen seconds before Suzune suddenly said:

"How about we just forget it? I'll compensate you with something else."

"No." Eito refused flatly. "You can't go back on something we've already agreed upon. Don't tell me you're going to break the contract? So, take it; it's your turn to feed me."

"O-okay."

Suzune had no choice but to take the lunchbox. She mimicked his movements, picked up a piece of chicken, and held it to his lips. However, because she wasn't looking at him, she nearly poked him in the eye with the chopsticks.

"Hey, be careful."

"I-I'm sorry."

Suzune was startled, her grip on the chopsticks slipped, and the meat fell straight to the ground.

"Forget it, let's try again," Eito said, his tone softening. "But this time, before you feed me, you have to blow on it first."

"Why?" Suzune asked, puzzled.

She didn't feel like the food was very hot.

"Because that's what everyone else does. Without that step, you lose 80% of the fun."

"O-okay." It was Suzune's first time doing something like this. Although she wasn't sure, it seemed like that was how it happened on TV, so she didn't doubt him any further.

Her lips parted, a gentle breath puffing onto the food. To ensure she didn't make a mistake, she stared intently at the piece of meat, blowing on it bit by bit as if she were locked in a struggle with some unseen force.

She really does love putting effort into the strangest places.

After blowing for half a minute, Suzune finally deigned to hold the food out: "Here... ah..."

Her cheeks were flushed crimson, and her crystalline eyes seemed to overflow with a shimmering light.

The cold expression she usually wore had vanished, replaced by a delicate, shy look, as if she were a young girl being forced to do something lewd.

Eito bit down on the meat and began to chew.

Instantly, the aroma of chicken mixed with another peculiar scent surged into his nostrils.

"This taste... could it be."

Yes, this scent was familiar; he had smelled it just two days ago.

It was the scent unique to Suzune, a fragrance that echoed within his body, refusing to dissipate for a long time.

This was the legendary.

Exchange of bodily fluids.

The food, having been tainted by Suzune's breath for a full half-minute, had merged with her scent to become a brand-new, unique, top-tier delicacy that only Suzune could create.

If he could, Eito would definitely give it a score of 90.

"The taste is not bad, continue, Horikita," Eito said with a cold expression.

In order to continue enjoying such a delicacy, he had to pretend to be indifferent.

"Fine."