In Classroom of the Elite, but in the Underworld

Eito sat not far away, watching the two of them.

Sure enough, the moment Yamauchi walked up to her, she showed an undisguised expression of disgust.

Even though Yamauchi was rambling on like a stand-up comedian, Ibuki's expression remained cold, and she didn't even spare him a glance.

Nearly an hour passed like this, and just as Eito began to admire Yamauchi for having so much nonsense to spout, Ibuki stood up and left.

Her destination, surprisingly, was the spot right next to him.

As soon as Ibuki sat down, she said bluntly:

"Hey, you've been watching me this whole time, right?"

"No, I was looking at the tree behind you."

"Hmph." Ibuki kept a cold face and said nothing more.

He was too lazy to talk, and too lazy to move.

Life lies in stillness; the slower your metabolic activity, the longer you live.

Just like a tortoise.

He sat there without moving a muscle, not moving at all.

Presumably, this girl had the same idea, otherwise, she wouldn't have sat down next to him.

So, he shifted his gaze to look at her.

Not at all.

She was like a girl with ADHD, her body shifting and squirming like a lively loach lying on a bed.

It seemed they had no common topics, nor were they the same type of person.

"Farewell."

He raised his hand slightly and left the spot.

Ibuki glared at his retreating back without a word, though the tightly clenched fists showed she was very angry.

"You're done for!"

Eito did not hear this sentence.

At this moment, he pulled up a chair and sat down next to Chabashira.

Chabashira was leaning back in her chair, sipping tea leisurely, and he took out his water bottle to take a symbolic sip as well.

"What do you want?" Chabashira said coldly.

"It's too boring, Teacher. Let's talk about some adult topics."

"Are you sexually harassing me?"

"No, I didn't say that. If that's how you want to interpret it, there's nothing I can do."

"...If you want to talk about what happened last night, we've already discussed it."

"Hmm, it's not about that."

Yesterday, using the excuse of Sakura having internal bleeding, he had sent her onto the ship and told her to stay there. School regulations stated that one could not board the ship without special circumstances, but it was allowed if such circumstances existed. Even so, his actions were not viewed favorably by the school; they found people like him, who liked to ignore the rules, to be a headache.

In other words, he could no longer board the ship.

It was all because he had forgotten to take off his watch earlier. With his time-stop ability, he could have directly transferred the watch to someone else without triggering the alarm.

If he tried to board the ship now, the school would likely be prepared.

"Help me pass a message to Airi. Tell her I'll go see her after the exam ends."

"Fine."

Chabashira nodded indifferently.

"Also, Teacher, do you think Ibuki is faking it?"

"I do not accept questions regarding the exam."

"How cold. Was the instructor of Class B your classmate? Were you friends in the past?"

"No comment."

Chabashira was even more unsociable than Suzune; that was probably the reason she was still single.

"Teacher, what do you think of my performance so far? Have I earned your recognition?"

"Your performance is not bad, but I don't think you have anything that makes me look forward to your future."

"Oh?"

"To be more precise, you are a person who acts on your own whims. I don't think such a person is of much help to the group."

He prioritized his own interests over the group's.

Generally speaking, the more the group benefits, the more the individual benefits, but that didn't apply to him because he possessed power that transcended the individual.

Chabashira was a good judge of character; she had guessed his behavioral pattern in an instant, though that was also because he hadn't made any effort to hide it.

Although he and Ayanokoji were both isolationists, the difference was that Ayanokoji liked to deliberately hide himself.

As for him, he simply didn't expose himself unless it was necessary.

Unless he was threatened, he preferred to manipulate the situation unnoticed rather than stand in the spotlight like a clown.

Even if he were to fully reveal his strength, what would he gain?

Would he beat up the entire school and get them all expelled, or stand at the very top, enjoying the sycophantic flattery of others?

It was completely meaningless.

"In other words, Teacher, you aren't agreeing to my previous proposal?"

"We'll talk about it later."

"Very well." Eito said, "But rest assured, even if I don't help, I won't deliberately harm the interests of Class D."

"Then please remember what you just said."

"I certainly will."

Chapter 49: Then I'll Accept It

At night, Matsushita called him out alone.

Thinking back to the incident a few days ago, Eito guessed that this time, Matsushita was probably going to give him a small reward.

He hoped it wasn't anything strange.

So, he waited at the same spot where he had touched Airi's chest last time.

Not long after, Matsushita arrived, holding a pink item in her hand, which she reached out and placed in his palm.

He took it, looked at it, and then took a sniff, saying speechlessly:

"Is this underwear? Why are you giving me this? Do you really think I'm a pervert?"

Matsushita beamed and smiled:

"If you aren't a pervert, why are you sniffing it?"

"How would I know if it's fresh if I don't sniff it? Besides, isn't it a normal reaction for a guy to sniff it when he gets his hands on underwear?"

"Fine." Matsushita continued to smile, "This pair is Karuizawa's, you know. How about it? Are you excited?"

"Why would I be excited?"

"Because Karuizawa's boyfriend is Hirata, and her underwear is now in your hands. Feel free to use it; I won't tell her."

Would he be excited?

Not at all.

Because he knew that Karuizawa and Hirata were only dating for show, so such fantasies were meaningless.

Moreover, he had no sexual interest in Karuizawa's underwear; he wanted Kikyo's more right now.

So that was it? It was a huge disappointment.

"Matsushita, I'm very disappointed in you."

He turned to leave, but Matsushita grabbed his arm.

"Wait a second, this pair is actually mine."

"..." Even more disappointed.

"How about—" Matsushita looked at him with moist eyes, "I take off the pair I'm wearing right now and give it to you?"

Her beautiful eyes held a seductive aura, and the girl kept her legs tightly shut, rubbing her thighs against each other.

She looked exactly like a girl in heat.

Although Eito knew she was faking it, he still couldn't help but have a slight reaction.

"Alright then, I'll help you take it off."

"Eh—"

Matsushita immediately dropped the act.

She tried to pull that kind of acting on him? He had been trained by Kikyo; if he fell for a woman's trick again, he would castrate himself.

"Tch—boring." He brushed off his clothes and walked away with the underwear.

"Then I'll take it that you've accepted it." Matsushita chuckled.

"Whatever."

He had no reason to return it, and he happened to be in need of a collectible.

When he got back to the dorm, he would seal the underwear in a picture frame and mount it, titling it:

The slutty underwear given to me by a slutty woman

That way, every time he saw it, he would remind himself in his heart to be careful of slutty women.

Just as he lay down in his tent, Ike stared straight at him with wide eyes.

The resentful expression on her face made his skin crawl.

Ike said:

"You went to have a secret rendezvous with a woman again, I can smell a woman's scent on you."

"Are you a dog?"

Ike's abilities were mediocre, but he was exceptionally sensitive when it came to women; nothing involving a woman could ever be hidden from him.

Sigh, what a poor wretch blinded by his obsession with the opposite sex.

Presumably, discussing dreams or anything of the sort with a person like this would be completely pointless.

He admitted it candidly:

"That's right, a hot woman just gave me a pair of her panties, how about that, jealous?"

"...Wh, what?" Ike shook his arm violently, "Why do you get to encounter such good fortune, why is your luck so good... hurry up and tell me, which ugly woman was it?"

"Little Kikyo."

"What, that's absolutely impossible—quick, let me smell them."

"Not a chance, I'll drive you crazy, hahahaha."

"Damn you, you—"

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