In Classroom of the Elite, but in the Underworld 45

She said those words with a firm expression, admitting her own guilt.

"I'm sorry, I am guilty!"

"Eh—"

"Sato-san, are you running a fever?"

The students looked on in astonishment, not believing her words at all.

"It's not like that." Sato explained with a flushed face, "I was the one who put the underwear there, but I grabbed the wrong pair. I thought they were mine, but it turned out I had taken Karuizawa's underwear."

"Oh—"

"No way, could this be—"

"Sato, you don't like Takeda, do you?"

Sato neither admitted nor denied it.

Which was as good as a silent confirmation.

"Kya—"

Eito covered his ears, not knowing which girl had let out that scream.

The scene was in complete chaos, especially among the girls, who seemed extremely interested in this kind of drama.

They had forgotten about the previous incident entirely, and no one even went to comfort Karuizawa anymore.

At the same time, he also received jealous glares from a few of the boys.

So, what on earth was all of this?

Why was he suddenly being confessed to, and under the gaze of the entire class, no less?

Weren't they talking about the underwear incident?

He didn't believe for a second that Sato would stuff underwear into his bag; there was no point in doing that.

It didn't fit her behavior either. Sneaking her own underwear into the bag of a boy she liked—what kind of yandere behavior was that?

It was highly likely she was just stepping up to take the blame for him.

Although he was touched, but—

"Eito, where are you going?"

Kikyo smiled and grabbed his clothes. Although she was smiling, he couldn't see any trace of joy in it.

"I just remembered I have something to do, uh—"

"That won't do. Not giving a proper response to a girl's confession is a very nasty thing to do, you know."

"Fine."

Eito helplessly turned back to face Sato.

His brain raced.

To say he had absolutely no interest in Sato would be a lie, but as for romance, he cherished his friendship with Sato even more.

He truly felt that Sato was a wonderful friend.

Although Ayanokoji was also his friend, he was too dull to talk to; he always felt like he was communicating with a seventy or eighty-year-old man.

Sato, on the other hand, was more like a real friend to him.

People lived in this world for more than just romantic love; other types of feelings were just as precious.

If he had really wanted to win Sato over sooner, he probably wouldn't have waited until now without making a move.

Even though he had anticipated this day would come.

And as for his response now.

He immediately ruled out rejection. No matter which way he looked at it, he couldn't possibly reject Sato's confession in front of everyone like this.

Then, there was only one answer:

"I—"

"Wait a moment!" Sato said, "Can I say one thing?"

"Please." Eito gestured with his hand.

Sato said:

"I know you might not like me, and compared to me, other girls are more outstanding." Sato glanced at Kikyo, who looked away, "However, I will work hard. I will make you fall in love with me."

"Wow—what a confession, that's so romantic."

"This is the kind of love I want."

Eito ignored the infatuated girls and said:

"What if I say I agree?"

"Uh—" Sato hesitated for a moment, then said, "I still stand by my choice. I know I'm forcing you to make a decision right now, um, I'll wait for the day you confess to me of your own accord. That's all..."

After saying that, she ran off without giving Eito any time to react.

"..."

"You're quite happy right now, aren't you?" Kikyo laughed.

"It's alright..."

"It's fine, I'm not angry. I had already noticed it long ago, but I didn't expect her to be so courageous. Is this the power of love? As expected, romance is something that makes people stupid."

As she spoke, Kikyo slowly fell silent.

Although she was very familiar with the word, often heard it from those around her, and frequently encouraged them herself, it felt incredibly distant when applied to her own life.

She wanted to know, yet she didn't want to know.

After Sato left, the others dispersed one after another.

However, this incident was destined to become the subject of gossip among the girls for the next two days, and his daily life would veer off its tracks.

As a transmigrator, especially one with superpowers, his life was destined to be extraordinary.

In the future, even if he had to do it single-handedly, toppling the entire country would be an easy task.

Therefore, he did not need to act like an ordinary person.

Ordinary people need to know their place, but he did not; he was indifferent to the idea of building a harem.

Moreover, he was here specifically to build a harem, because he possessed power that completely surpassed that of ordinary people—strength sufficient to provide them with happiness.

It was just that before his strength was fully exposed, it was better to keep a low profile.

When investigating clues about this matter, the first person he sought out was Ibuki.

She looked listless, and even when he arrived, she didn't even frown:

"What is it?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to ask if you saw who stuffed those panties into my bag this morning."

"Wasn't it you who took them yourself?"

"Would I do something so stupid?" Eito said, speechless.

Since people were already taking the initiative to give them to him, why would he need to go get them himself?

Ibuki:

"So you want mine? But they're very smelly, do you want them?"

Would a normal person say that? It was obvious that Ibuki was messing with him and trying to change the subject.

So he said:

"No need to say that, I already know the scent."

"...Pervert!" Ibuki cursed at him in anger.

"So, Ibuki-san, you aren't still trying to get back at me, are you?"

"What if I am... forget it, I admit it, I did it." Ibuki said nonchalantly, "But I was doing this for your own good, wasn't I? Getting a girl's panties for free—for a guy, shouldn't you be happy about that?"

"My pursuits aren't that shallow, but—" Eito stared at her unblinkingly, his gaze sharp, "So it really was you. It seems I don't even need to investigate anymore. Tell me, what should I do to forgive you?"

"...What do you want to do?" Ibuki retreated a few steps in fear.

"Sigh, I'm usually a very calm person, but when I do get angry, even I get scared. Ahem—"

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Seeing Eito suddenly start coughing, a bead of cold sweat broke out on Ibuki's forehead.

"It's nothing, just a bit of anger rising to my heart. I'll be fine once I catch my breath."

"Hey, do... do you have to be so scary?"

"Ahem—I'm almost better now. Come with me for a second."

"Oh."

Recalling her own task, although she was very reluctant, Ibuki still followed him.

She already had a premonition that she was about to have bad luck.

Chapter 58: The World of Ike

Eito considered himself a fairly tolerant person.

But sometimes, tolerance doesn't make some people realize their mistakes; instead, it fuels their arrogance and makes them lawless.

Therefore, appropriate punishment is necessary.

Especially at the beginning, one must never relax; one must make them realize who is the master.

He had learned this philosophy from training dogs.

And when applied to people, although there were some adjustments, the concept was much the same.

The kinder you are to them, the less they treat you like a human being.

And now, he was punishing Ibuki for daring to toy with him.

"Hey, are you ever going to finish?"

Ibuki was doing sit-ups, and he was sitting on her shins, holding her body down.

From this angle, not only could he admire Ibuki's arrogant expression, but he could also take in the sight of her bouncing mounds.

Though, he had no interest in them.

"100 left, keep going."

"Don't push your luck. If it comes to it, I'll just quit and go back to the ship."

"You're doing great."

Eito praised her.

Getting someone like Ibuki to act was simply a mistake; it just went to show that Ryuen really had no one else to use.

In reality, he felt that Class C was the one truly lacking in talent.

Class D might seem incompetent, but that was only because no one was willing to listen; people like Koenji and Ayanokoji were each enough to rival the likes of Sakayanagi from Class A.

And this school wasn't decided by academic ability alone; as long as there was an excellent leader, even a piece of trash like Yamauchi had his uses.