In Classroom of the Elite, but in the Underworld

"...But, I think it's fun."

"..."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

This time, it took Eito a great deal of effort to coax Kikyo, and for that, he exhausted half a lifetime's worth of compliments.

Women always love to hear sweet words, and Kikyo was no exception; once her anger subsided, she stopped holding a grudge, and in the end, she even told him her name and became his friend.

Amidst the sound of their conversation, Advanced Nurturing High School arrived.

Chapter 2: Hooking a Yamauchi

After saying goodbye to Kikyo, Eito went to complete his enrollment registration, receiving a mobile phone and a handbook in the process.

Following the information on his admission notice, he arrived at his assigned classroom.

Class D.

It didn't matter to him which class he was in; his goal wasn't to advance to higher education anyway, so graduating from any class was the same.

Just now on the bus, he had harvested 3 points of malice from Kikyo, and he added all of these points into strength.

Consequently, his strength was now 8 points.

The human limit is 10 points, and Ayanokoji Kiyotaka was roughly at that level.

Of course, measuring human combat ability involves more than just strength; factors like technique, speed, and durability also matter, and even willpower is crucial.

Therefore, even if he raised his strength to the same level as Ayanokoji, he might not last 3 rounds without using his supernatural abilities.

When he walked into the classroom, quite a few people had already arrived.

Some were gathered together chatting, others sat alone at their desks, while some were looking around.

Among them was a student named Yamauchi Haruki.

As soon as Eito entered the classroom, he walked up with a smile:

"My name is Yamauchi Haruki, what's your name? Are you in our class?"

"Uh, sorry, I walked into the wrong classroom."

Eito said politely, turned around, and backed out through the rear door.

Then, leaning against the wall by the back door, he took a deep breath:

"Phew... that was close..."

His entire high school life had almost been ruined.

As everyone knows, the beginning of a new semester is the most critical period.

The kind of people you talk to determines the circle you join, and once circles are established, it is difficult for outsiders to break in; those without friends are likely to spend the entire semester living in isolation.

If he hung out with someone like Yamauchi, he would become the bottom of the barrel in the class, and as long as Yamauchi did something bizarre, he would be looked down upon just for being his friend.

He already had Ayanokoji as a friend, so even if he couldn't find anyone else, he didn't need to worry too much.

So he just stood at the classroom door, waiting for the teacher to arrive before going in.

During this time, people who had just arrived glanced at him strangely, but they went inside without asking anything.

He also saw Ayanokoji, and after exchanging a friendly greeting, Ayanokoji greeted him back.

Until—

"Hmph."

Accompanied by the faint scent of shampoo, he noticed a black-haired girl with a gorgeous, delicate appearance and an aura of frost surrounding her walk inside.

Horikita Suzune.

He had noticed this girl on the bus, but he hadn't greeted her.

He shouldn't have offended her, so why did he hear such deep disdain and contempt in that sound?

If he were a masochist, he would be overjoyed right now, ready to crawl like a bug to her feet and let her step on him.

Unfortunately, he was not.

Ayanokoji would probably like it.

Besides her, that blonde boy from the bus, Koenji Rokusuke, also glanced at him, but he didn't seem interested; before entering the classroom, he took out a mirror to groom himself briefly:

"I am beautiful."

"You are too beautiful."

Not long after, the homeroom teacher arrived, and he followed her into the classroom to take his seat.

His seat was in the second-to-last row by the window, which was also in front of Ayanokoji, and his desk-mate was a fashionable girl with shoulder-length brown hair, Sato Maya.

As for Ayanokoji's desk-mate, it was that girl from earlier, Horikita Suzune.

Although in principle, this adjacent relationship counted as being desk-mates, because the seats were separated into columns, this kind of desk-mate arrangement was a bit different from what he had understood before.

"...New students, I am the homeroom teacher for Class D, Chabashira Sae. I usually teach Japanese history. In this school, classes do not change every year. Therefore, for the three years until graduation, I will be your homeroom teacher and we will learn together. Please treat me well. The entrance ceremony will be held in the gymnasium in one hour. Before that, I will distribute materials regarding the special rules of this school. Although, these were already distributed to you during the previous orientation."

Chabashira Sae, their homeroom teacher, possessed a beauty that could be described as striking. Her tall figure was accentuated by a tight-fitting suit that outlined her perfect curves.

At first glance, she seemed like a cool person, but her somewhat indifferent demeanor made her appear like a black rose with thorns, one that no one dared to approach easily.

"Using the student ID card issued just now, you can utilize all facilities within the school and purchase goods at stores and other locations. It is similar to a credit card, but since it consumes points, you need to be careful with its usage. Within the school, there is nothing that cannot be bought with points. As long as it is something that exists on school grounds, you can buy anything."

Just as he had learned, the school distributed points to students every month—100,000 this time. Upon hearing that they would receive such a large amount, many students displayed expressions of disbelief.

"However, can you really buy anything..."

Eito raised his small hand.

"This student, do you have a question?" Chabashira asked.

Under the gaze of the entire class, he stood up:

"I would like to ask, is it true that anything can be bought?"

"...Interesting." The corners of Chabashira's mouth twitched slightly; she hadn't expected to find a talent so soon after the start of the school year.

Being able to notice such a detail meant he was much more observant than the others. The rest of the students were still immersed in the joy of the 100,000 points, fantasizing about how to spend them; how could they have the mood to care about such things?

"In principle, yes, but it depends on what it is, how you operate, and who you are dealing with. The school will not stop such transactions and will even help provide relevant documents and contracts, as long as you don't go too far..."

"Understood." Eito nodded, then asked a question that shocked the entire class.

"Then, may I ask, can I buy Chabashira-sensei?"

Chabashira: "..."

The whole class: "..."

Ayanokoji: "..."

"Heh, pervert!" Horikita Suzune glanced at him with disdain before turning her head away.

Ignoring her mockery, Eito looked at Chabashira's already darkened face and said:

"Didn't you just say that anything can be bought? Is it not possible?"

"...Buying people is illegal. Even if this school is somewhat special, it is still not allowed." Despite being somewhat angry, Chabashira still patiently explained.

"Since people cannot be bought or sold, then things belonging to that person should be purchasable, right? For example—for example—"

"Sensei, how much for your panties?" A boy with a somewhat lecherous appearance stood up excitedly. Eito had seen his face that morning—Yamauchi Haruki.

Yamauchi's words made Chabashira's face darken once again. At the same time, his classmates, especially the girls, looked at him as if he were a cockroach.

Barely into the first day, Yamauchi was collectively loathed by the girls.

Yamauchi, however, was completely oblivious and continued to ask: "Sensei, how much exactly? Just give me a number."

"Stop asking!" Chabashira slammed the desk hard. A bone-chilling coldness accompanied by dust swept from the podium, making the students below shiver.

"You two, come to my office after class. I have something to say."

"Yes~"

After this incident, Chabashira couldn't be bothered to waste any more breath on them. She said a few perfunctory words, announced self-study, and left the classroom.

Chapter 3: A Bedtime Story for Chabashira-sensei

"Hey, were you serious about what you said just now?"

As soon as the teacher left, the classroom became chaotic. Among them was his seatmate who had initiated the conversation, Sato.

The girl leaned toward him, her delicate face slightly flushed.

"What do you mean by serious?"

"I mean, saying you wanted to... Chabashira-sensei... That was a confession, right? How bold."

"Oh?" Eito finally understood what she meant.

So, saying that kind of thing would be mistaken for a confession.

Confessing to the homeroom teacher on the first day—how stupid. He might as well find a hole to crawl into.

"You can laugh if you want."

"No, no!" Sato waved her hands quickly. "I didn't mean to laugh at you. If anything, I admire your courage. Being able to confess to someone you like so decisively, and in the middle of class, too—it's so cool! I definitely couldn't do it."

"Uh, thanks?"

"Don't be shy. Rest assured, since you're my seatmate, I'll support your romance."

Stars seemed to be twinkling in Sato's eyes.

She's shipping them.

"Is Sato-san very interested in romance? Could it be that you're a love master?"

"Not at all, I'm just a half-baked amateur. It should be said that it's quite normal for girls to be interested in romance, right? What about Takeda-san? You're so skilled, you must have a wealth of romantic experience, right?"

"No," Eito said, "I've never been in a relationship, and I'm still a virgin."

Ayanokoji: "Pfft—"

"..."

Eito turned his head to look at the culprit who had sprayed him with water:

"Is it that funny, Mr. Virgin?"

"I... I'm sorry..." Ayanokoji handed him some tissues. "You should wipe yourself off..."

"Good grief." Eito complained while wiping the water off his body, then looked at Sato. "Is it really that strange?"

Logically speaking, this persona shouldn't be strange at all. Although this was Japan and it was relatively open, with plenty of people dating since middle school, they were still in the minority.

His status as a virgin should have allowed him to blend in quite well.

"It might be because of your tone, Takeda-san." Sato explained with a smile. "I've really never met anyone who could say they're a virgin so calmly~"

"Sorry, I'm a weirdo."

"No, no, I meant that you're very interesting, hehe~" Sato covered her mouth and laughed, the corners of her eyes curving into a pleasant arc.

"Phew, alright." Eito took a deep breath. "I'll tell you the truth."

"Eh? What is it, what is it?"

"Actually—" He leaned closer to Sato and lowered his voice slightly. "I didn't do it to confess to her, but to see a different expression from Chabashira-sensei. Look at how she had a cold face the moment she walked in; aren't you curious about what she's like when she's angry?"

As it turned out, she was even colder when angry, and there was even killing intent.

"So that's it!" Sato exclaimed. "But you're really bad, actually doing something like that to a teacher... Although, I'm quite curious too, hehe~"

"Right? Next time I'll definitely make her show her true colors. Sato, can you assist me?"

"Don't worry, leave it to me!" Sato puffed out her chest, her soft breasts nearly brushing against his face.

Then, as if thinking of something, Sato let out a long sigh, slumped onto the desk as if she had gone limp, and looked at him:

"I was a bit nervous about coming to this school alone, but it's really great that my seatmate is someone as interesting as Takeda-kun..."