Reverse Return, You Truly Are Beyond Saving

Masumi Kamuro's heart, which had been pounding wildly, skipped a beat without her noticing.

Not far behind, Tomie and the others glanced at the hunched-over figure with the long purple hair on the bench and said indifferently, "Since someone's already there, let's just go somewhere else."

Only after the sound of footsteps faded into the distance, and no voices remained, did Masumi Kamuro straighten her back, patting her chest with a lingering sense of fear.

"Seriously, if you're scared of getting caught, why pick a place like this? If you can't handle it, don't play, got it?" she snapped back irritably.

Yuki Gyakukai shook his head nonchalantly, reluctantly pulling his head away from the soft thighs, and tossed the marker back to Masumi. "Here, I've written enough. And with that close call just now, it should keep you going for a while."

At that moment, beneath Masumi Kamuro's skirt, the entire inner and outer side of her right thigh was already covered in crooked tally marks.

Patting her skirt as she stood up, Masumi glanced at the spoils on her leg and smirked. "Looks like you're not as calm as you pretend to be."

"And whose fault do you think that is?"

Grabbing their clothes, the two walked along the railing, planning to head back in the opposite direction from Tomie and the others.

"By the way, why not write tally marks on my other leg too? I'll just wear this right in front of Tomie—imagine the thrill!"

"Go ahead if you dare. If you get caught, it's not me who'll be embarrassed."

"You're such an irresponsible man."

They walked side by side along the railing. The afternoon sun was still blazing, and the heat was getting to Masumi. "It's so hot. You walk in front and block the sun for me."

Feeling Masumi's small hands grab his shirt and push him forward, Yuki Gyakukai turned around irritably and gave her a light smack on the head. "You think you're the only one hot? Don't I feel it too?"

"Ow—you insensitive man. Just stand in front of me, and I'll give you a reward later."

"What reward?"

In the sunlight, Yuki's handsome profile was sharply defined, his thin shirt hinting at the muscles beneath. The two small hands resting on his back could faintly feel the fine beads of sweat slowly trickling down, staining his clean white shirt.

Unable to resist the temptation, Masumi Kamuro's eyes widened as she swallowed instinctively. "I'll help you—take this outfit you're wearing and wash it for you, how about that?"

"Hey! You little glutton, trying to take and take? Are you planning to take my shirt back and draw a map on it?"

At the teasing, Masumi clenched her small fist and punched him hard. "Am I that kind of person? No matter how desperate I am, I wouldn't mess up your clothes."

As if remembering something, Masumi unconsciously tilted her head, her dazed eyes avoiding his gaze.

"I can tell..."

After sending Masumi back to her dorm, Yuki Gyakukai finally returned to his own room. By then, he had changed into a completely different set of clothes.

According to Masumi, she'd return all his clothes by tomorrow afternoon. Whether she returned them or not didn't matter much—what mattered was that no smell lingered on them. Otherwise, if Tomie found out, he wouldn't know how to explain.

Lying on his bed, he picked up his phone, found the group chat with Chihiro Shiramami and Amikura Asako, and started typing.

Yuki Gyakukai: "You two spread the word. Have everyone go to the library tomorrow for a study session. Minimum two hours."

Read.

Chihiro Shiramami: "Understood."

Amikura Asako: "Mission guaranteed!"

Yuki Gyakukai: "You two prepare first. I'll have Ichinose help you out too."

Closing the chat window, he then messaged Ichinose to inform her of the arrangements and have her prepare in advance, making sure everyone in the class would go to the library to study tomorrow.

After finishing all that, he tossed his phone aside and lay back to rest. Of course, he didn't rest for long—he wasn't even sure what he was supposed to be doing.

Yuki Gyukai lay on the bed, occasionally reaching out to touch his phone, opening the screen to check the time, glancing at it every now and then.

This time, after closing his eyes for thirty minutes, he finally opened them again to look at the time.

"Almost... around this time, she should be coming."

The moment he finished speaking, a knock sounded at the door.

Yuki got up, casually tugged at his slightly wrinkled clothes, and walked to the door to open it.

A familiar figure stood at the entrance, wearing a blue-and-white casual outfit with a white beret on her head. Her long jet-black hair hung naturally, with two red cords tied on the inside. Her cold, clear face resembled a sacred snow lotus on an icy mountain.

"So slow to open the door. Could it be you have some complaint about me, pervert-kun?"

That familiar tone of voice. Yuki Gyukai sighed a little as he glanced at her slightly rising and falling chest.

Seeming to notice the inappropriate gaze, the girl crossed her arms over her chest and stepped back warily:

"Sorry, but please don't look at my body with such a despicable gaze. I feel both my mind and body are under threat."

"Hey... um... I mean..."

"Sorry, no. Please allow me to refuse."

"Can you let me finish first? Suzune."

Hearing the key word, Suzune Horikita returned to normal, though her gaze remained just as cold.

Not lingering at the doorway, Suzune Horikita stepped inside:

"Alright, what do you want to say now? Go ahead."

"I mean, even though I asked you to cosplay as Yukino Yukinoshita and mimic her essence, you didn't have to attack me with verbal barbs every other day."

Yuki looked at Suzune Horikita, who sat on the edge of the bed, her demeanor even bearing a ninety percent resemblance to Yukino Yukinoshita. He couldn't help but feel a bit helpless.

No matter how alike two people were, in the end, they weren't the same person. Even imitation couldn't capture the true essence.

Well, to be fair, he'd been thoroughly dazed by Suzune Horikita's sharp tongue lately.

Suzune Horikita's expression turned slightly awkward—after all, openly cursing out Yuki this whole time had been quite satisfying for her.

"Isn't this all according to your request? And besides, making one girl play the role of another girl is a very rude thing to do."

"Is that so? Then I'm sorry."

By now, Suzune Horikita had started moving around the room on her own.

She left the bedside and walked over to the computer desk, expertly turning on the computer and browsing through the small software on it:

"Yuki."

"Hm?"

"That gal game you sent me last time called Death Hall wasn't fun. I don't know what your taste is, but I found it a bit grotesque.

And the one before that, Borrowed Love, while somewhat interesting, felt average."

Watching Suzune Horikita still searching through games, the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

He hadn't expected things to turn out like this. He remembered about twenty days ago, when he sought revenge.

Under his coercion and temptation, he directly recommended a very famous sibling-themed game, A Certain Sky, to Suzune Horikita.

And so, despite Suzune Horikita's reluctance and her setting up a flag like, "One day, there will be an insect like Yuki-kun who loves galgames,"

Suzune Horikita was finally dragged onto the right path by him.

The only pity was that, during this process, to get Suzune Horikita to accept galgames, he'd deleted a lot of the adult content from many games.

But now the time was ripe. He felt he could start polluting Suzune Horikita's pure mind.

"Suzune, you should try playing this game called Sylvie."

"OK."