In Classroom of the Elite, but in the Underworld 40

Because one of her legs was being held, she couldn't move her body at all; the slightest movement would cause her to lose her balance and fall to the ground.

Ibuki had never imagined that her physical freedom would be restricted in such a way.

What kind of monster was he, to have such fast reflexes and such immense strength?

Eito laughed:

"So, the reason Ibuki-san brought me here was to have me admire your panties? I see, blue—your taste is mediocre."

"If you have the guts, let me go and let me try again."

"No." Eito shook his head. "I'm sorry, I'm a man without guts, and I happen to like this position. Ha—ha—ha."

He laughed with a completely expressionless face.

"Damn you, you beast, you degenerate, you wriggling maggot, you piece of trash..."

Ibuki seemed determined to spew out every curse word she had ever learned in her life.

"Ah—I can't hear you, I can't hear you."

He shook his head, feigning deafness.

"Huu—" Ibuki grew tired of cursing and stared daggers at him.

And he understood Ibuki's strategy.

She was trying to kill him with her gaze.

Chapter 51: Long Live Sharing!

Eito didn't understand the purpose of what Ibuki was doing; presumably, she was trying to awaken the legendary Mystic Eyes of Death Perception.

But she was destined to be disappointed; she was just an ordinary high school girl.

"Stop staring. If you keep looking, I'll start to think you've fallen in love with me."

"Hmph." Ibuki sneered. "Why would you think I'd fall in love with a pervert who spends his time holding someone else's leg?"

"Rest assured, even if you stood naked in front of me, I wouldn't even blink."

"You bastard, go to hell! Damn it, let me down, I'm going to kill you!"

Ibuki clawed and thrashed, but hindered by her physical position, she could only talk tough.

Ten minutes had passed since the beginning, and if she hadn't shifted her weight onto Eito's hand, she probably wouldn't have been able to stand for even a minute.

Yet, even so, her leg was trembling.

She probably couldn't hold on for much longer.

What was even more torturous was that her skirt was wide open, forcing her to endure both physical and psychological torment.

"Can't take it anymore? Why don't you beg me?"

"Get lost. Me, begging someone like you? Not in this lifetime."

"Tell me, is face really that important?" Eito sighed. "Didn't you also submit to the force of Ryuen? Why are you so stubborn with me? Is it because I don't dare to beat you up, so you're no longer afraid of me?"

"Ryuen is different from a pervert like you."

"No, no, no, Ryuen is much more perverted than I am."

"...I have nothing to say to you." Ibuki's body was shaking; she was almost at her limit.

"Fine."

At the very last moment, he released Ibuki's leg.

Ibuki stumbled back a few steps, leaned against a rock, and sank down, her body devoid of strength.

She gasped for air, her cheeks flushed red. The previous position had drained almost all of her stamina, and her leg was still numb.

Eito walked over to her and lifted her chin:

"Do you admit defeat now?"

"I, ptooey!"

"..."

Eito activated his superpower just in time, dodging her spit attack.

That was close.

"Ibuki-san, I'm getting a little angry now."

"Oh." Ibuki didn't react, save for a mocking smirk on her lips.

"I hope you can still laugh in a moment."

Eito said with a blank expression, then spread the girl's legs, lifted one, and took off both her shoe and sock.

"What... what are you doing?" Ibuki asked nervously. Having exhausted all her strength, she had no ability to resist.

Eito ignored her and removed the shoe and sock from her other foot as well.

Her two fair, delicate feet were held up in the air, her toes curling together in shyness.

Eito grabbed both of her ankles with one hand, pinning them down against the stone.

He then looked at Ibuki:

"Still going to be stubborn?"

"...What exactly are you trying to do?"

Eito pressed his other hand onto the thigh before him, fingers pressed together, and gave it a squeeze:

"So this is what a trained leg feels like. Very resilient."

"..."

"Not talking? Then I'm going to start enjoying myself."

Eito lowered his head, bringing his face close to those toned thighs, and slightly stuck out his tongue.

"--Wait!"

Ibuki pressed down on his head, her gaze no longer arrogant, but instead carrying a faint look of pleading:

"I... I surrender!"

"Your voice is too quiet. I can't hear you."

"I surren-- mmm~ don't-- stop~"

Ibuki pushed weakly against his head, biting her lip, her eyes gradually losing focus.

By the river.

Ibuki washed her thighs over and over again, her gaze toward him filled with disgust, contempt, and a hint of regret.

If she had known, she never would have come out with him; she would never forget the humiliation she had just suffered for the rest of her life.

Moreover, she had underestimated the extent of his perversion—to think he would even go that far--

Eito, on the other hand, sat nearby, nonchalantly admiring her expression.

Ibuki felt disgusted, and he didn't feel much better himself.

It was purely an act of retaliation; he still couldn't bring himself to be interested in someone like Ibuki.

"I'm telling you," Eito said helplessly, "you've been washing for almost 30 minutes. That's enough. If you keep scrubbing, your skin will come off. Even if you find me disgusting, there's no need to go this far."

"If I could, I would really like to just cut my legs off."

Ha, ha.

A cold joke, is it?

Finally finished washing, Ibuki put on her shoes and stared at him coldly:

"If there's nothing else, I'm heading back to my class."

Class D, huh? To think she still has the face to go back—as expected of Ibuki.

Eito grabbed her arm:

"I'm going with you, but the place we're going this time is Class C, not Class D."

"What are you trying to do now?"

"Go say hello to your boss and get acquainted. What, are you scared? Afraid he'll be defeated by me?"

"Hmph—then you're really just looking for death. Follow me."

Ibuki shook off his hand and headed toward Class C.

A cold sneer hung on the corner of her mouth.

Although she had just lost to this person, she attributed it to her own carelessness. If it were that person, how could he possibly be defeated by someone who only knows how to play cheap tricks?

Besides, Class C was her territory. What could a piece of trash from Class D possibly do? Even if he could beat one person, could he beat a whole group?

She would definitely make him pay back all the humiliation from earlier.

Eito followed behind her.

According to his understanding, Class C had reached some kind of deal with Class A. Class C had used all their points at the start to purchase supplies, and after spending them, they dismissed most of their students, sending them back to the ship, while handing over the majority of the supplies to Class A and keeping only a portion for themselves.

Class A hadn't spent any points, and in exchange, they promised to pay Class C in private points every month after the exam ended.

If it were a peaceful trade, Class A would technically still be the winner, but Ryuen wasn't the type of person who liked fairness. He had already lured Katsuragi into his trap.

Katsuragi, who wanted to gain achievements to solidify his status as a leader, had made such a risky plan in order to defeat Sakayanagi, but he was destined to be disappointed this time.

Following in Ibuki's footsteps, he brushed past patches of grass and finally found the location of Class C on a beach.

At a single glance, only one word came to Eito's mind: paradise.

With all sorts of recreational facilities and snacks, this place looked exactly like a seaside resort.

And Ryuen was sitting on a lounge chair, wearing sunglasses, comfortably sunbathing, with a girl behind him massaging his shoulders.

Standing not far behind were two tall, sturdy boys who looked like bodyguards, though in reality, they were the delinquents of his class: Ishizaki Daichi and the Black student, Yamada Albert.

While Ryuen was enjoying his vacation, he was stuck in Class D unable to do anything, and the thought of that made him somewhat angry.

No, in reality, he was having intimate contact with a beautiful girl and had even taken Sakura's first time; from that perspective, it seemed he wasn't losing out.

No, no, he was still angry, because he wanted it all.

So, Ryuen-kun, good things should be shared, right?

Chapter 52: Conspiracy

Ryuen Kakeru.

He looked like the leader of a delinquent gang, having subdued the students of Class C with his high-handed tactics.

He was an existence both hated and feared by his classmates in Class C.

Rarely, he also possessed a sharp mind and enjoyed employing those insidious, cunning, and despicable methods.

He was a ruler of violence.

He was a person who continued to implement the law of the jungle—survival of the fittest—even in today's peaceful society.

In fact, while modern society appears equal and harmonious, having long since moved past the barbaric violence of ancient times, the law of the jungle still exists within it.

It has simply shifted from violence to a comprehensive competition involving intelligence, family background, perseverance, luck, and more.