In Classroom of the Elite, but in the Underworld Chapter 39

He slapped Ike, knocking him unconscious.

Finally, he could get some decent sleep.

This was the third day on the island.

The students had basically adapted to life on the island, and they could drink the river water with peace of mind—after boiling it, of course.

There was no shortage of food, either.

In their spare time, some students began playing small games. The "Three Idiots" were having the most fun.

Only a few students, such as Suzune and Ayanokoji, did not join the groups and went about their own business.

Ibuki stayed by herself. Although girls like Kikyo came to greet her and invite her to play, Ibuki's attitude was cold, and over time, she was left alone.

This was similar to how she was in Class C; she usually acted alone, disliked talking to others, and her words were sharp. Having learned combat, she was quite skilled, so no one dared to bully her.

The reason she was willing to listen to Ryuen was that she also didn't want the class points to keep dropping.

And although Ryuen conquered Class C through violence, it was undeniable that he was capable, and his decisions were beneficial to the development of Class C.

Because of this, Ibuki followed Ryuen's arrangements.

Watching her alone, Eito didn't go to talk to her himself, but instead sent Yamauchi to continue harassing her.

If one likes to act as a mole, one must pay the corresponding price, and that price was Yamauchi's verbal harassment.

It had to be said that Yamauchi was truly useful.

He was simply a weapon for disgusting people.

As long as they are used well, even trash can become treasure; there are no useless tools, only people who don't know how to use them.

Clearly, when it came to mastering the method of utilizing this magical treasure known as Yamauchi, he still had a long way to go.

This time, Ibuki endured an hour and a half of torture before she couldn't help but leave.

This time, she sat down next to Ayanokoji.

Eito already understood her goal: to find the leader's card and take a picture of it.

Her conversation with him last time was likely also with the intention of scouting for information, and her approaching Ayanokoji this time was for the same purpose.

Coincidentally, the card was on Ayanokoji, but as long as he didn't expose it himself, someone like Ibuki would never be able to find it.

They didn't chat for long before Ibuki left on her own, and her target.

Was back to his side.

"Hey, what exactly are you looking at?"

There was a trace of anger on Ibuki's face.

"What business is it of yours what I'm looking at? I'll look at whoever I want. If you've got the guts, then don't stay here."

"I'm staying right here."

Ibuki plopped down onto the ground.

"I'm telling you," Eito said, "if you really don't like staying on the island, you can go back to the ship at any time. Why do you still come to our Class D? As far as I know, your Class C has already spent all your points, so you can't really lose any more."

"None of your business. I just like staying on the island."

"Compared to enjoying yourself on the ship, you prefer to come to our Class D and suffer. Ibuki, your behavior is so moving that it almost makes me want to cry."

That was what he said, but Eito's tone was full of mockery, making Ibuki want to grab him by the collar.

"Hmph."

In the end, Ibuki sat back down.

She endured it.

Rather than venting her anger for a moment, she chose to complete her plan.

Eito admired her—

Thick skin.

Chapter 50 His Mission

"Ibuki, you wouldn't want your identity as a mole to be discovered by the other students, would you?"

Before his brain had even processed the thought, Eito's body had already spoken those words.

Was it an instinctive reaction, or the master's mission?

"I already told you I'm not a mole. Believe it or not, that's up to you."

Ibuki crossed her arms over her chest and didn't even look at him.

However, since he had already said those words, he had no intention of taking them back.

"So, should I go and have a chat with our classmates to see whether they believe you or me?"

Ibuki was only able to remain in Class D because no one had objected; once Eito pointed out the loopholes in her situation, any normal person who thought about it carefully would start to harbor suspicions about her.

By then, even if Ibuki insisted on staying in Class D, she would be unable to act due to being restricted at every turn.

Not to mention that some of the more radical students would likely advocate for her expulsion.

Ibuki understood this logic perfectly well, and she said with some irritation:

"What exactly do you want?"

"What do you think I want?" Eito scrutinized her body. Because she exercised, her figure was very well-proportioned, with perfectly toned calf muscles and half-exposed ankles; the charm of a sporty girl was fully embodied in her.

However, he preferred the soft body of Kikyo, which could be used as a body pillow.

Sighing, he said:

"I feel like we could be friends for life."

"Are you looking down on me?"

Ibuki was furious at his disappointed expression. Although she had no interest in romance, as a girl, having her feminine charm so underestimated was something even she could not tolerate.

She grabbed Eito by the collar and threatened:

"If I kiss you right now, what do you think the classmates will think?"

"Have you lost your mind?"

"No. I admit you're smart, so you should know what the consequences will be if I do this."

The consequence would be being misunderstood as a delinquent?

Not at all; it was that he would be perceived as having an illicit relationship with Ibuki. By then, even if he went to report Ibuki, his credibility would be low, and there would even be speculation that he had become a spy for Class C.

After all, why would a girl kiss someone she didn't like?

He wouldn't be able to explain it away completely.

And what Ibuki called kissing him would likely be a camera trick, not a real kiss.

However.

"Ibuki-san, if you hadn't said it out loud, I might have been caught off guard. Now that you're trying to set me up again, you must be dreaming."

Eito stood up immediately and put a meter of distance between them.

Ibuki's eyes widened: "You... despicable!"

"Haha—that's the funniest joke I've heard all year."

To be called despicable by someone who was actually despicable—what was she thinking?

Eito said:

"Alright, now I'm going to go discuss your situation with the classmates. I think they'll be very interested."

He was just about to turn around when he heard Ibuki say:

"I get it, just follow me."

"What?"

"You just want to do that kind of thing to me, right... I understand. It's not convenient here, just follow me."

Ibuki said, blushing slightly.

"Fine then."

Eito nodded.

Although he didn't have much interest in Ibuki herself, he felt that she was still very useful. If used well, she would be an excellent weapon for him to strike at Ryuen.

Eito followed her for quite a distance, and he was becoming increasingly clear about her intentions.

Finally, they stopped in front of a large rock.

Ibuki turned to face him. The shy expression from earlier had vanished, and her face was full of disdain:

"You really are a pervert, actually daring to follow me here."

"What, did you ambush people here, planning to take me out?"

Eito joked.

"No, I'm enough to take you out on my own. Anyway, our class has no points left, so it wouldn't matter even if I beat you up here. On the contrary, if you make a move, you'll be the one getting points deducted, haha."

Ibuki leaned against the rock, looking as if she had him cornered.

"Uh," Eito said, "then what will you do if I run away?"

"Run? Haha, can a weakling like you outrun me?"

He really was being underestimated, but this also showed that Ibuki was truly confident in her own strength. If it were someone like Yamauchi, he really wouldn't be able to get away, but for him, it was hard to say.

However, he didn't need to run away either.

Ibuki couldn't hurt him in the slightest, and he didn't need to beat her up, either.

After all, there was more than one way to torment a person.

Since she looked down on him so much, he had to teach this arrogant woman a lesson.

He said:

"Go ahead and make your move. I'll let you have the first strike."

In principle, he should have given her three, but he felt that against Ibuki, one was enough.

"Die!"

Provoked by his attitude, Ibuki took a stance and delivered a high side kick, the force of her leg aimed straight at his temple.

To think she would use a move so full of openings.

Eito activated his superpower and grabbed her ankle directly.

"You—let go!"

With one leg caught, Ibuki nearly fell over. She struggled to pull her leg free, but the strength in his hand was like a pair of pliers; she couldn't move it an inch.

Eito raised her leg a little higher, just enough to reach the level of his shoulder.

Because she trained, Ibuki had exceptional flexibility. She didn't let out a sound of pain, but the view beneath her skirt, opened wide by the high kick, was completely exposed to the air.

Although he wasn't a girl, he imagined that this posture must be quite humiliating for Ibuki.

From that frustrated and flushed face, Eito could clearly sense how she felt.