"Yūto Shō already told me you twisted your ankle, so quit trying to tough it out. Come on, arm around my shoulder."
Kirei Ryu grabbed Ruri's wrist without waiting for permission, draped it across her own collarbone, then hooked her free arm around the other girl's waist and started walking them both toward the complex gate.
Ruri's whole body locked up. The moment Kirei's hip bumped against hers and her legs had to swing forward in that awkward supported gait, she felt it — a slow, warm slide inside her, something thick and unwelcome creeping toward the edge of somewhere it absolutely could not fall out of.
"What's wrong? You're stiff as a board."
Kirei asked it half-distracted, not turning her head — the angle of their bodies meant she couldn't actually see Ruri's face, so she missed the way her friend had gone the color of a boiled shrimp.
She thought: God, she smells kinda weird. Sour and sweet at the same time? Whatever. I still need to swing by the mall before six tomorrow for those hoop earrings.
Ruri ground her back teeth together and pulled her belly in tight, tight, tighter — the way you'd cinch a drawstring on a bag of something precious. The internal panic finally leveled out. She forced her voice into something approximating normal. "It's nothing. Ankle just hurts."
Kirei had already clocked the shuffling limp, so she let it go. She only wrinkled her nose and asked, "You smell kinda funky though — where the hell were you? You didn't even call me."
Ruri almost died on the spot. How exactly do you invite your best friend to that?
She scrambled for a lie. "Uh — I went hiking. Trying to lose weight. That's how I rolled my ankle."
Kirei accepted it and shut up, half-carrying her the rest of the way through the gate, past the row of scooters, up to the elevator, and eventually to the Sato family's door. She had somewhere to be, so she waved and bounced off almost immediately.
The second the deadbolt clicked, Ruri broke.
She half-ran, half-lurched down the hallway toward the bathroom, past caring about what might be leaking into her panties from the sheer motion of running.
Ruri thought: don't leak don't leak DON'T LEAK, clench, clench, oh my god it's moving, why is there so much of it, why does it feel HOT—
"That girl — what's her problem now?" Mama Sato poked her head out of the kitchen just in time to see the bathroom door slam.
She thought: teenagers. I swear.
Inside the bathroom, Ruri collapsed onto the toilet like a puppet with cut strings. She let her stomach go slack for the first time in an hour, and the relief was so complete it made her eyes water.
Puchi—
She heard it before she felt it. The wet, thick sound of Yūto Shō's cum finally sliding out of her in one long, obscene glop, plopping into the water below. She squeezed her eyes shut. Her lashes trembled. Her ears burned.
She sat there a long time. Long enough for the shame to cool into something duller. Then she cracked one eye open and looked down between her thighs — pink, swollen, still glistening with pearl-white streaks he'd left smeared along her inner labia. The lips of her cunt were puffy from how hard he'd used her, the little pearl at the top of her slit still flushed cherry-red and sensitive to air.
Her jaw clenched. This is Yūto Shō's fault. Every bit of it.
He'd been so rough she was actually bruised inside, and now that his cum had drained out, what remained was worse — a girl looking utterly wrecked, freshly-fucked, the kind of ruined that no bath could scrub off in one wash. Slutty. That was the word she couldn't stop thinking. She looked like a slut and it was all because of him.
She couldn't bear to look anymore. Trembling on legs that felt like wet noodles, she pushed off the toilet, staggered into the shower stall, twisted the tap, and let scalding water blast down her spine.
She turned to face the mirror across the room. Her body, pale as porcelain, was dotted with red — a bloom on her left tit where his teeth had been, four fingerprint-shaped smudges on her hip, a bite mark high on her thigh she didn't even remember getting. Each red mark was a signature. Yūto Shō's handwriting, pressed into her skin.
Way too rough, she thought bitterly, letting her gaze drop lower, watching the water sluice the last of him off her inner thighs in cloudy little rivulets down the drain. The swelling wasn't going anywhere fast though. She bit her lip until it hurt, cheeks and ears burning bright red.
...
[Ding.]
"Today's Degenerate Rating: EXCELLENT."
"Reward: 400 Scumbag Points."
"Current Balance: 5,800 SP."
"Commentary: A promising rookie villain."
The replay of the shower scene dissolved from Yūto Shō's field of view, replaced by the familiar translucent settlement screen — very Persona 5, very Death Note voiceover in tone.
Excellent. Turned out there was a whole tier above "Outstanding." The reward was juicier too — four hundred points versus the usual two-fifty. Though after the ten-thousand-point jackpot from losing his V-card, four hundred felt like tossing coppers into a fountain.
Still, he was curious. He mentally swiped into the shop tab, hopeful. Big balance meant big possibilities.
One glance and he was already shaking his head like a disappointed gacha whale.
"Perfect Contraceptive Pills (×10): Zero side effects, 100% efficacy. — 500 SP."
"Stamina Elixir (×10): Instant recovery of sexual stamina, unisex. — 1,000 SP."
"Kidney Fortification Pills (×100): Every aspiring degenerate needs a legendary kidney. — 10,000 SP."
Apparently the system had decided that now that he was no longer a virgin, his future involved enough sex to warrant a whole SSR banner of horny consumables. Three sex-related items in one refresh — subtle, system, real subtle.
The items were actually solid. He just kept hoping for some broken-ass skill or cheat item like a JoJo Stand or a Domain Expansion, so this was a letdown by comparison.
He shook the disappointment off, tapped Perfect Contraceptive Pills and Stamina Elixir into his cart, and confirmed. His balance ticked from 5,800 down to 4,300. Fifteen hundred well spent.
Ten condoms' worth of insurance wasn't nearly enough, considering the trajectory of his life plans. He'd need to stockpile. And the elixir — well. He was flesh and blood after all, not the Terminator. His enhanced package could keep the barrel loaded, sure, but even a battleship runs out of shells eventually. Elixir solved the ammo problem.
Plus it worked on girls. Since the upgrade, no ordinary girl could actually keep up with him — which meant limp, exhausted partners tapping out too fast to be satisfying. Feed them a dose of stamina juice and suddenly the night got a lot more interesting.
The kidney pills he genuinely wanted, if only to repackage as some ancient herbal miracle from a mysterious old doctor and sell online — safer than the magic eraser scam. But hundred-count bundle only. He wasn't there yet.
...
The next morning, Yūto Shō got to school and immediately clocked Sato Ruri's empty seat. She hadn't shown. Probably still couldn't walk properly — he wondered how she'd explained that to her mom. A hiking trip that resulted in her not being able to sit? Sure.
Egawa Mitsuki wasn't there either. Which was a shame. A day without tormenting either of them and suddenly the whole school felt like decaf.
Ah — right. Mitsuki was probably staying home out of pregnancy paranoia after his last threat. He'd maybe leaned a bit hard on that one. If she started dodging him permanently that was going to be inconvenient.
He was still deep in that thought when a shadow fell across his desk.
"Yūto. Ruri called in sick today." Kirei Ryu stood beside his chair, head tilted, one hand on her hip. "Because of last night, I'm guessing. The ankle thing."
Her expression was somewhere between puzzled and mildly suspicious.
Yūto Shō shrugged. "Beats me. You're her best friend, not me. Shouldn't you know?"
"I didn't ask. Teacher told me." Then, brightening: "Actually — Yūto , wanna go visit her together after school?"
He looked up at her. Then his gaze dropped, briefly, to the modest but perky rise of her chest under her uniform blouse — small, sure, but the shape was good, and there was a nice pull of fabric across the buttons when she inhaled. He was about to say yes.
She shook her head first. "Wait, no — bringing a boy over, her mom's gonna get the wrong idea, huh. Better I go alone. But you can come with me to buy fruit for her, and I'll tell Ruri it's from you. Cover story handled."
She grinned, teasing.
"Then thanks, I guess," Yūto Shō said.
"So? Yes or no?" Kirei pressed.
He considered. Nodded. "Yeah. I'm in."
Kirei gave him a look that lingered a beat too long, then smiled. "Deal. Meet me at the gate after last period. Don't be late."
She turned on her heel and walked back to her group.
Yūto Shō's eyes tracked her from behind — the sway of her hips under the pleated navy skirt, the way each step made her ass shift left, right, left. Her figure wasn't Ruri-tier, sure. Small on top, near-flat honestly. But the face was cute, the ass was tight and high, and — most importantly — she was Sato Ruri's best friend.
Yūto Shō thought: best friend material. Literally.
He was getting excited.