A Story Starting from Classroom of the Elite

"Sorry, I have no interest in chatting with you. Besides, a boy I don't even know, who refuses to say what he wants to my face and instead asks me to go to a quiet place—this makes me feel quite uneasy. If you don't want me to report you to the school, you'd better leave on your own."

Refusal followed by a double threat of reporting; interesting. I will turn the tables.

Tanaka Yukishin chuckled, pointed at the convenience store, and then pointed at the security camera overhead.

"Even so, you still won't?"

Following the boy's hand as it gestured twice, Kamuro Masumi realized that her recent actions might have been discovered.

But she immediately thought of a way to handle it: determine if the boy knew the full extent of the situation before making any plans.

However, she quickly gave up on that, as there was no room for bluffing.

The boy's two targets were very specific.

But as long as she went in now to pay for the items and apologized, saying she had simply forgotten, what could the boy possibly do to her?

Didn't see that coming, did you? This is my, Kamuro Masumi's, solution.

A frivolous, bottom-tier boy who thinks he can replicate reality based on a few adult films—keep dreaming.

"Classmate, thanks for the reminder. I just forgot; I'm so sorry, I've always been this careless. My family usually reminds me when I'm out. I'll go in now, thank you."

Turning around with a subtle expression, Kamuro Masumi offered a rather arrogant "thank you."

Seeing this, the smile on Tanaka Yukishin's face only grew wider.

Fine, fine, fine. This is how a normal person acts.

The "you wouldn't want this to get out, would you?" trope from those adult films is clearly just fiction.

What would an adult film director know about reality? He's just a guy making movies.

However, while your response is efficient and practical, what if I bring out the full recording?

Are you really going to explain to the school that you stole things because you were too careless to pay?

"You're thanking me a bit too early, classmate. A student ID terminal has all the functions of a regular smartphone."

As he spoke, he pulled out his phone, opened the camera, and began snapping photos and recording video right in front of Kamuro Masumi, the sound of the shutter clicking repeatedly.

...Kamuro Masumi clenched her fists tightly, sighing inwardly. She hadn't expected the boy in front of her to be so well-prepared.

But even at this point, it wasn't as if there was no room for a comeback.

Defeat by the camera, victory by the camera.

You want to find a quiet place to talk? Fine, I'll satisfy you.

Once we get there, I'll beat you until you're on your knees, delete the recordings and photos right in front of you, and drive you mad with rage.

As a Japanese girl, she had spent time training seriously to deal with potential perverts, and now it was finally coming in handy.

See these toned, well-defined muscles? That is strength. As a girl, do you know how much she suffered to maintain this excellent physique without compromising her appearance and figure?

She smirked inwardly, but on the surface, Kamuro Masumi put on a look of distress.

"Let's go. I know a quiet place."

Sensing Kamuro Masumi's hidden delight through his mental field, Tanaka Yukishin was a bit confused.

Wait, are you the same type as Karuizawa Kei?

Can't you trade a few blows before surrendering? I'm not some human succubus; I don't have that much appeal, do I?

And if that's the case, why did you refuse just a moment ago?

He had many questions, but he followed behind Kamuro Masumi nonetheless.

"My name is Tanaka Yukishin. What's yours?"

"Kamuro Masumi."

He tapped his cheat interface and pulled up the free information to browse quickly.

[Kamuro Masumi, formerly a habitual thief, later a subordinate of Sakayanagi. Plays an important role in Class A. Through the choice between loyalty and betrayal, she displays the brilliance of human nature. Though eventually expelled, she develops a sincere friendship with Sakayanagi.]

The information was quite concise, as if copied from an encyclopedia. However, Tanaka Yukishin now had a preliminary understanding of Kamuro Masumi.

She is a girl with eccentric habits; she will be easy to subdue.

Since that's the case, I'll take her on as a lackey. Having someone to run errands later will save me from having to handle everything myself.

It's not good to eat a lackey-in-training; after all, it's troublesome if they don't listen.

But it doesn't matter; there are too many beautiful girls.

The first-year students who just entered the school are still quite naive, and aside from these problem students, they are hard to target.

But the third-year students, having been tempered by the school's simulation of real-world society, have been ripened in advance.

They can be harvested at will and treated as playthings.

Because they aren't even worth hunting; they are already domesticated.

Walking along, Kamuro Masumi suddenly realized a problem.

Since she knew there were places where no cameras were installed, why hadn't she been careful when she was stealing?

Something is wrong. My self-control seems to be weakening, much like those boys whose brains are clouded by lust.

Once the urge to steal takes hold, most of my reason vanishes. I clearly knew to look around and ensure no one was watching before acting, yet I forgot to remain vigilant of my surroundings and neglected to check for store surveillance.

Arriving at a secluded, quiet spot, Kamuro Masumi looked around with satisfaction; there were no security cameras.

As a reward for helping her discover the problem, she decided to give the boy before her a chance.

If he were willing to hand over his phone honestly, she wouldn't have to resort to violence.

"Tanaka Yukishin, I have to thank you, otherwise I never would have realized that my self-control has been weakening without me noticing. So, hand over the phone now and I'll let you off the hook. Otherwise..."

She focused her energy, threw two straight punches, and then performed a high kick, bringing her leg down from above her head.

After showing off her martial prowess, Kamuro Masumi looked at Tanaka Yukishin triumphantly.

Then, her expression shifted from triumph to surprise, then to a flushed face, and finally to a dark scowl.

"I was wondering why you looked so displeased earlier while secretly gloating. So, this was your plan all along."

Tanaka Yukishin reached out and punched the large tree beside him, withdrawing his hand without a scratch.

A fist mark remained on the tree; although it wasn't deep, less than half a centimeter, this level of physical fitness and force was more than enough to beat Kamuro Masumi to a pulp.

"What do you want to do?"

"First question: why do you steal?"

"Kleptomania."

"To think such a fetish actually exists. Back in middle school, when those idiot underlings were discussing whether the Wan-Yin Series was real, I just laughed at them."

Tanaka Yukishin wore an expression of having learned something new, which filled Kamuro Masumi with indignation.

Chapter 8: Joy

Finally, it feels right. This is the expression—the one I've been wanting to see all along!!

It's just... this time, I won't be let down again, will I?

Perhaps there had been too many unexpected turns earlier, leaving Tanaka Yukishin feeling a bit insecure and self-doubting.

So, even as he watched the dark expression on Kamuro Masumi's face finally brim with genuine emotion and increasingly intense volatility, he couldn't help but mutter to himself amidst his joy.

"Now, second question: what is your purpose for coming to this school?"

Her face grew even darker, and her nails dug into her palms without her realizing it.

Kamuro Masumi's brain raced, trying to discern Tanaka Yukishin's intentions.

There was no doubt that since he had a hold on her, he must want something from her.

The questions were becoming increasingly invasive. Beyond breaking her will to resist, he was gathering more information to test her psychological bottom line.

Fetishes, the purpose of coming to school—should he follow up with targeted remarks based on her answers, or continue asking questions?

Does he want my body?

Or...?

If I yield step by step, it will likely be the end of me; my whole life will be ruined.

This pervert will absolutely never let me go.

But, having finally gotten into this school, I'm not willing to just drop out like this.

I...

Torn by hesitation, Kamuro Masumi didn't know what to do.

"What's wrong, Kamuro-san? Don't want to tell me?"

"For... the school's free tuition, room and board. The promise of guaranteed advancement after graduation and employment at my ideal company."

Kamuro Masumi was indecisive and unable to choose, but when suddenly pressed, she was startled and answered without thinking.

But she immediately realized what she had done and spoke up with a lack of conviction, sounding like a frightened little beast trying to act fierce.

"What do you want to do? If it's too much, I won't agree to it."

"I want you. Is that okay?"

"Pervert! Give it up. Even if I have to drop out, I won't let you have your way."

No, no, you've already let me have my way.

I hope you can hold out a little longer to make me even happier.

Next, I should press her step by step, never giving her time to relax.

Because he had never done anything like this before, Tanaka Yukishin had no experience in how to break down a girl's psychological defenses with words.

His threats seemed simple, crude, inefficient, and lacking in finesse.

But as a hunter on his first hunt, this was just right. Nothing is achieved overnight; even geniuses need time, though they require less of it than others.

"Really, Kamuro Masumi-san? When you answered just now, your voice was trembling and your breathing became rapid. It makes me very suspicious that your words don't match your heart."

He pulled his phone from his pocket and turned the screen toward Kamuro Masumi. Tanaka Yukishin sent the previously recorded video to the school administration, though every movement he made was agonizingly slow.

Watching Tanaka Yukishin's hand swipe repeatedly across the student ID terminal, Kamuro Masumi felt as if her heart were being squeezed.

Her instinct was to step forward and stop him, but her reason restrained her body from moving.

Her heart was beating faster and faster, her body temperature was rising, and her head felt feverish.

This bastard is doing it on purpose, sending it slowly right in front of me. I was right not to agree to his terms; he won't get to torture me.

"Hmph, I've already made my decision. You bastard."

Now that she didn't care about being expelled, Kamuro Masumi felt she had become brave and fearless.

But as she watched Tanaka Yukishin step closer and the distance between them shrank, she felt a flicker of panic again.

"I was lying. See? I didn't turn on the network, so it didn't go through. Take a look."

He handed the phone to the girl who had now calmed down, a hint of expectation hidden in Tanaka Yukishin's eyes.

Looking closely, she saw there was indeed no signal, and Kamuro Masumi froze.

Then, everything she had just...

Bastard, pervert, scum.

He takes pleasure in torturing her, doesn't he?

Filled with rage, she snatched the phone and took off running.

There was a lake nearby; if she destroyed the device, she could continue to stay at this school.

"Hey, you can destroy that, but can you destroy the security footage in the store? It's been a while since we left there. Your previous countermeasures won't work anymore."

Tanaka Yukishin watched Kamuro Masumi's retreating figure with a chuckle, offering a leisurely reminder.

Prey that fights back is the only kind worth hunting, but that was enough for today.

If he kept playing, Kamuro Masumi would probably self-destruct right there on the spot.