Classroom of the Elite: The Strength-Based Classroom of Kageya Shinjitsu

The familiar scent of a girl drifted into his nostrils; she had come to Kageya Shinjitsu's side once again, but things were a little different this time.

As those words echoed in his ears, Kageya Shinjitsu snapped out of the trance caused by her scent and scratched his neck.

"Ahhh~~ Should I pretend I saw that, or pretend I didn't?"

To be honest, they were both students in Class D.

He had already considered that she might have issues, that she was a "defective product."

But he never expected to discover her true colors in a situation like this.

And he certainly didn't expect to be hated by her to this extent.

If you dislike me so much, then just stop interacting with me...

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Chapter 59: Fingerprints, a Threat or a Joke?

The current situation was incredibly awkward.

So, what should I do now?

Kageya Shinjitsu was also quite troubled.

Should he just pretend nothing happened and walk away?

Or should he say something?

Oh, Teacher Kushida~ You wouldn't want your true colors to be known by the entire school, would you???

Even if he said nothing, she wouldn't believe him anyway.

Filled with various strange thoughts like a rascal dreaming of a bunny girl, Kageya Shinjitsu took things one step at a time.

He was very clear about the changes in Kushida Kikyo's expression when she saw him.

It went from a twisted, terrifying look at the beginning to surprise and shock, and then it gradually turned cold.

It seemed he had discovered a massive problem.

So, is this the reason why you came to this class? Kushida Kikyo.

The cute, sociable Kushida Kikyo, whose grades and physical fitness were both above average, being in Class D was a problem in itself.

As expected, all his previous guesses were correct.

Both she and Hirata had major issues.

"You guy..."

"You really saw everything."

Kushida Kikyo moved closer to Kageya Shinjitsu, close enough to smell the sweat on him.

It made her frown, but she didn't retreat.

She glared at Kageya Shinjitsu with a fierce, milky-eyed intensity, racking her brain for a solution.

"If I say I didn't see anything, would you believe me?"

Kageya Shinjitsu spread his hands, looking helpless.

"What do you think? If you tell anyone about what happened here, I won't let you off."

Kushida Kikyo said.

The answer was already obvious.

"Fine, fine, fine. I won't tell anyone, please don't worry."

Kageya Shinjitsu spread his hands to show he meant no harm.

"Besides, I'm clearly the victim here. If I hadn't stumbled upon this by accident, I wouldn't even know I was being cursed at like that."

"If you dislike interacting with me so much, just pretend I don't exist. Why force it? And why hide here secretly to curse me out?"

"Your promise is so perfunctory, it's impossible to trust."

Kushida Kikyo glared at him.

Her deep purple gaze was chilling in the darkness.

"This is just how I usually talk, aren't you well aware of that?"

"Besides, even if I did tell people, it wouldn't be of any use, would it? Saying that the little teacher Kushida Kikyo has another face in private?"

"You know very well what my status in the class is."

Kageya Shinjitsu explained briefly.

"You finally remembered my name. So you were doing it on purpose before."

"Don't call me by such a disgusting title. Do you think I'm joking?"

"Or do you think I can't do it? Do you think I'm just trying to scare you?"

"Let me tell you, the consequences of deceiving me will be miserable."

Kushida Kikyo stared at Kageya Shinjitsu with a cold, piercing gaze.

She suddenly stepped forward and grabbed his hand, pulling their bodies close, a stark contrast to her usual gentle demeanor.

Though her touch remained soft, her grip was incredibly firm, as if she wanted to crush his hand.

"I wasn't brushing you off, didn't I agree to everything you asked? Huh~ what are you doing?"

Kageya Shinjitsu was startled by Kushida Kikyo's sudden maneuver.

His eyes began to shift.

The next moment left him even more astonished.

As they spoke, his palm quickly made contact with a much softer sphere.

His hand was pressed directly against Kushida Kikyo's clothing.

The fruits of Monday had welcomed their guest.

To think she would use this to test him.

I never expected you to be this kind of Kushida Kikyo.

Although it was somewhat soft, it felt more like the texture of lingerie, a truly peculiar sensation.

And then, the unexpected happened; another one of Kageya Shinjitsu's firsts had been taken away.

Even though he hadn't been at this school for very long.

"If you dare to tell anyone, I'll go around saying you threatened me and tried to force yourself on me here."

Kushida Kikyo spoke with an icy, detached posture.

There wasn't a hint of a joke in her expression.

Yet, these words stung Kageya Shinjitsu, causing his relaxed demeanor to vanish and his expression to shift.

The feeling of being threatened reminded him of the past, of unpleasant memories.

He remembered being threatened in a similar way back then, too.

However, looking at Kushida Kikyo before him, he managed to regain his composure slightly.

He tried to pull his hand back, but it was clear Kushida Kikyo wouldn't allow it; she gripped his hand tightly, and fearing he might hurt her, he didn't force his way out.

He spoke in a joking tone.

"Is this some new 'love lesson' you've come up with? Girls should cherish themselves more; let's just drop this, let go of my hand..."

"And those things you said, they aren't things you can joke about; you shouldn't say such things lightly."

"Even though you seem to have said something quite outrageous, for your sake, Teacher Kushida, if you say you're just joking, I can pretend I never heard a word."

"What are you rambling about? I'm not joking with you, and I'm not doing this for your enjoyment. If I hear anything, I won't let you off. This is the evidence of you laying a hand on me."

Unfazed by her attempt to scare him, Kushida Kikyo retorted defiantly.

She didn't care at all about the change in his tone.

She currently wished the boy in front of her would just drop dead; she had no heart to play any "love lesson" games with him...

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Chapter 60: The Girl with the Look of Disgust

Under the glow of the streetlights.

The two stood in an ambiguous position, pressed so closely together that others might mistake them for a young couple.

But the atmosphere between them was incredibly delicate, and Kushida Kikyo's cold words confirmed her current stance.

Although the feeling of pressing his hand against her was indeed comfortable and made his heart race, being threatened felt truly awful.

And when would this situation ever end? Looking at Kushida Kikyo like this, combined with his past, the dark side of Kageya Shinjitsu's heart couldn't help but surface; he really wanted to punish her.

"Evidence?"

Kageya Shinjitsu looked at Kushida Kikyo.

"Let me tell you, your fingerprints are already on this shirt. I won't wash it; I'll keep it in my room as evidence. If you dare to betray me, I'll report you to the school, make sure you get expelled, and ensure you can never hold your head high again."

Kushida Kikyo's mouth moved like a machine gun, speaking incessantly.

"About that..."

"This kind of fabric doesn't hold fingerprints. It might hold my sweat or some dead skin cells, you know?"

"So, please, just let me go."

Kageya Shinjitsu watched as the girl refused to let him go.

He couldn't help but interrupt her.

"So what if there are no fingerprints? You just mentioned sweat and skin cells, and what you just did—that's enough to serve as evidence, isn't it?"

"I..."

Kushida Kikyo was caught off guard, but she still spoke with a defiant air.

"Haa~~"

Unable to accept this, Kageya Shinjitsu took a deep breath.

When he spoke again, his voice sounded a bit irritable, and his free left hand anxiously scratched at his neck a few times.

"This is really annoying. Are all you girls like this?"

"Inexplicably self-righteous, and then inexplicably using your bodies to threaten people."

As he said the last part, Kageya Shinjitsu's grabbed hand left a mark from the force being applied.

Why did it turn out like this??

Kageya Shinjitsu didn't know either.

The sudden shift in tone.

Caught Kushida Kikyo a bit off guard.

"Hmph, disgusting guy. You're just like them, a stinking bug thinking about romance all day long."

She took a small step back, placing her hands in front of her in a defensive posture, before quickly leaning forward to glare fiercely at Kageya Shinjitsu.

This time, she didn't grab Kageya Shinjitsu's hand again.

That fiercely cute yet disgusted look, as if she were staring at a parasite.

It was like a girl giving you a look of utter contempt while showing you her panties.

"Since you've already reaped the benefits, you should know when to shut up."

"The one who should shut up right now is you."

"Kushida-san, it seems you have a bit of a misunderstanding about me."