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Chapter 1: The Return of James Bond
James Bond, the legendary secret agent of the 20th century, and the unrivaled charmer, gently closed his eyes for the last time.
The world's women collectively mourned, their tears flowing like rivers, grieving the departure of the most handsome man to have ever graced existence.
Among the weeping throngs, Scarlett Johansson, Bond's devoted girlfriend, clung to him, her tears staining his sleeve.
She had witnessed her love sacrifice himself for the country, succumbing to the call of duty in the pursuit of the greater good for all.
The man, the myth, the legend – James Bond, that's how future generations defined him as an individual.
Yet, this seemingly final chapter was merely the prelude to a mysterious twist in Bond's story.
Suddenly, he found himself on a bus, surrounded by unfamiliar faces.
A beige-haired girl and a grandma stood in front of him engaged in a conversation that he could only vaguely comprehend.
But being the greatest agent of his time, Bond had mastered Japanese, allowing him to decipher the essence of their dialogue.
Grasping the true essence of their meaning, James Bond rose promptly from his chair.
With unparalleled gallantry, he guided the grandmother to his vacated seat, flashing a charismatic smirk that left Kushida Kikyou awestruck by his charm.
Initially suspecting the blonde-haired man was disregarding their conversation to shirk his seat-sharing duty, Kushida was proven unequivocally wrong.
It became apparent that this man was, in fact, a paragon of honor and chivalry.
"Thank you, young man." The elderly woman openly conveyed her gratitude to the young man.
Little did they know, she was none other than Principal Sakayanagi's mother, and the grandmother of Arisu Sakayanagi.
How peculiar for a isolated institution like theirs to have a grandmother casually boarding the school bus?
It turned out to be nothing more than a clever test orchestrated by the school.
"No need to thank me, grandma, I just do what any decent man should do in my situation." James Bond replied casually.
As those words gracefully departed his lips, Grandma found herself compelled to offer a subtle nod in approval of James Bond's humility.
A gentleman of such caliber was undeniably rare. If her granddaughter, Arisu, were to have a boyfriend like him, it would undoubtedly be a stroke of luck.
Even the passengers aboard the bus couldn't help but cast a glance toward the blonde-haired man, their admiration evident as he willingly relinquished his seat for the sake of Grandma.
Unable to resist, Kushida Kikyou initiated a conversation with James Bond, captivated by his genuine and helpful nature.
In a world where sincerity often hides behind the mask of hypocrisy for most people, James Bond stood out as the most authentic man she had ever encountered.
In stark contrast to others, James Bond exuded true gentlemanly qualities from the depths of his heart.
Even someone as notorious for wickedness as Kushida Kikyou found herself not immune to his charm.
It turned out James Bond's identity in this world was Rokusuke Koenji, the eldest son of the wealthiest family in Japan and the pinnacle of every woman's wet dream.
Beyond his immense wealth, he exuded honor and charisma, solidifying his status as a ladies' man.
Even Kushida couldn't help but be impressed; it was remarkable how a man born into the lap of luxury could maintain such genuine humility.
Such was the way he carried himself.
His grace, eloquence, and rich demeanor were all just part of his character.
And therefore, the greatest bond of all time came to life yet again ready to charm the pants off every lady who crosses his path.
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James Bond found himself genuinely surprised by the twist of fate that transported him back to his student days, surrounded by a group of teenagers, including some schoolgirls who were crushing hard on him.
The concept of reincarnation had never crossed his mind, and yet, he realized he wasn't reincarnated.
Instead, he had transmigrated into the body of a rather unpleasant individual, leaving him at a loss for words regarding the former owner.
He couldn't help but admire the free spirit that characterized the person he now inhabited.
However, he detested the evident lack of social finesse.
Despite this, James Bond acknowledged that passing judgment wasn't his role.
After all, he had involuntarily hijacked the guy's body, a consequence of divine intervention thrusting him into this world and deciding that he should descend into the life of this particular lad.
Just like numerous other freshmen in this school, he stood there, listening impassively to the Council President's ostensibly warm welcome at Nurtured Advanced High School during his orientation speech.
However, it wasn't a genuine welcome; it felt more like a sarcastic way of saying "Welcome to the hell."
As the greatest spy and agent of the 20th century, he couldn't help but notice the hypocrisy oozing from the Council President when he praised the students for their finest qualities and being the best of the best accepted into the school.
There was something suspicious about this school, a mystery he couldn't quite pinpoint yet.
However, he was determined not to back down from the challenge and resolved to uncover all the secrets this school held.
"You seem bored out of your mind, Koenji." Fuuka Kiryuin teased, a smirk playing on her lips.
Though not a freshman, she had strategically placed herself here, ensuring she wouldn't miss any source of entertainment to help pass her otherwise dull time and amuse herself.
Coincidentally, the man standing beside her happened to be none other than Rokusuke Koenji.
Their connection was rooted in the family connection between the wealthy, though not in the most amicable manner.
Koenji and Kiryuin were both infamous for their narcissistic tendencies, making it challenging for them to establish any genuine friendship due to their thick egos.
Unlike Koenji, the effortlessly charming Casanova Bond had a knack for smooth interactions with women.
It was evident by how he replied to Fuka Kiryuin with his smooth charm.
"Who would have the right mind to listen when there are beautiful women beside me like you, Fuka Kiryuin?"
"Your presence indeed overshadowed the council president, have you seen how many boys that glance in our way? It's not only me who did, but them."
Fuka Kiryuin, taken aback by Koenji's unexpected flirtation and impressed by his newfound demeanor, couldn't help but scrutinize him closely.
She was curious to uncover the secrets that had led to this change in him.
"You have my attention, Koenji," she smirked, replying to his flirtation with a devilish charm capable of melting any boy who witnessed her smile.
"And you have my attention too, Fuka Kiryuin." James Bond smirked in return, the exchange of smirks between them turning into shared laughter.
And that's how it goes, James Bond, just waltzes into this school and starts charming all these girls left and right.
What a freaking legend!
"As much as it was regrettable, it's time to leave, Koenji. Next time we meet, I would like to give you a treat." Fuka Kiryuin sighed, lamenting the missed opportunity to uncover Rokusuke Koenji's secrets and understand the transformation that turned him into such a charismatic and likable individual.
"Don't try to refuse, you wouldn't know what would happen if you wasted your points too much, after all, it's understandable by your rich family connection, it wouldn't be difficult for you to seek some points in exchange promise and favor, but I don't think you will like to rely on them too much."
She issued this warning because she recognized Koenji's genius. It wouldn't take long for him to discern that something was amiss at the school.
If only she had informed him earlier, she could have earned his favor, gained his trust more swiftly, and simultaneously delved into the secrets he harbored.
"Next time, call me James Bond, as much as I like the name Koenji, I prefer James Bond better, if you don't mind, Fuka, just treat it as a pet name." James Bond couldn't help but express a preference for his real name; it sounded cool and manly.
The name Koenji, with its Japanese undertones, made him uncomfortable. After all, he wasn't Japanese.
"Okay, James-kun, see ya next time." Fuka Kiryuin said with a smirk, agreeing to James Bond-kun's term.
As she departed, the lingering scent of her seductive rose perfume wafted through the air.
What a vixen!
James Bond shook his head, unfazed by Fuka Kiryuin's blatant attempt at seduction, and left.
He's got bigger fish to fry and secrets to uncover, after all.
So he just leaves, ready to take on whatever comes his way.
And that's the epic tale of James "Freakin' Smooth" Bond, the man who can charm any woman and uncover any secret.
Brace yourself, bro, 'cause James Bond is back and about to rock your world.
Chapter 2: Bond his way to ladies heart
"James-kun, it seems, we will be classmates from this day." Kushida Kikyou couldn't help but beam with a smile upon discovering that James Bond was in the same class as her.
She warmly greeted him, taking note of his preference for being called James rather than Koenji.
Despite not knowing the reason behind his insistence on the name James, she decided to respect his choice and address him as James Bond-kun.
"The pleasure is mine, Kushida, the pleasure is mine." James Bond returned Kushida's greeting with his signature suave charm, his smile radiating a captivating aura that could captivate anyone within miles away.
Besides James Bond, Mei-Yu Wang, his desk mate, was taken aback and completely captivated by James Bond-kun's charming smile.
Blushing, she quickly buried her head into her desk, fearing that James-kun might notice her reaction.
When James Bond engaged in conversation with Kushida, his attention was immediately drawn to the conspicuous presence of cameras and surveillance equipment in the classroom.
While it might not be uncommon for prestigious schools to employ such measures to prevent cheating, the extent to which this school embraced surveillance struck him as extraordinary.
It wasn't just limited to the classrooms; James Bond observed cameras on the bus, during orientation speeches, in the hallways, and seemingly around every corner of the school.
If the surveillance even extended to bathrooms and dormitories, he wouldn't hesitate to report the school for potential sexual harassment issues, advocating for its permanent closure.
He believed in safeguarding privacy, both his own and that of others, and couldn't tolerate invasive measures for trivial reasons.
James Bond knew he possessed the means to bring the school down, but he sought a compelling reason to do so.
Unless the school provided a legitimate cause, he would maintain a neutral stance, carefully weighing the justification for any action he might consider taking.
James Bond is a man with a mission, and he's not gonna let anything slide.
The school better watch its back, cause if it crosses that line, James Bond's gonna bring the hammer down with his smooth moves and slick style.
This ain't just any ordinary school, this is a battle of wits, and James Bond is ready to play.
And you better believe he's gonna make sure justice prevails, one suave move at a time.
But, James Bond ain't gonna just smash the school without a legit reason. He's smarter than that. He's gonna weigh his options, see if there's a real cause for action.
He's all about that neutral stance, making sure he's fair and just before he makes any moves.
"Do you have the number to contact, James-kun?" Kushida asked.
"Here's my number."
Afterward, they shared their contact information, and as Kushida Kikyou departed, a contented expression graced her face.
The average-faced lad, Yamauchi Haruki, couldn't help but sink into a gloom as he observed their interaction, the realization struck him that his crush was intimately engaging with other men, and it wasn't him.
Despite all evidence to the contrary, Yamauchi stubbornly clung to the belief that Kushida Kikyou harbored romantic feelings for him.
His narcissism refused to accept the possibility that her friendly approach was merely a polite greeting.
In his delusional grandeur, he saw himself as a Casanova and the protagonist of this unfolding story, deserving of the treatment befitting a central character.
Regrettably, Yamauchi's perceptions were nothing more than delusions, though he adamantly denied this truth.
He found himself unable to look away as he observed every nuance of their interaction, from start to finish, refusing to miss any detail.
His eyes widened in disbelief at the captivating smile Kushida bestowed upon James Bond, while frustration clenched his fists.
It felt like something crucial had been unjustly taken away from him.
She should have been his, but her radiant smile was reserved for James Bond, while politeness and courtesy were all he received.
He wants to ask Kushida what her relationship with James Bond, but his cowardice gets the better of him.
Just as he contemplated redirecting his attention to James Bond, a wave of fear washed over him.
Slumping back into his seat, he found himself paralyzed by James Bond's imposing stature and a face that exuded an air of intimidation.
Unable to contain his emotions, Yamauchi pressed his head into the desk, and tears streamed down his face.
His first love was ended before it started.
How he was not sad?
When Yamauchi mourned for his loss, James Bond with his suave charm started his conversation with the hot babe on right side.
Well, to be precise, the hot babe who started it first, after all this hot babe was very very curious about the greatest bond all of the time for being chick magnet left and right and teased.
"You seem like a chick magnet, James-kun." remarked the blue-haired beauty with a generously endowed figure, radiating her own undeniable attractiveness.
She couldn't resist starting the banter, especially after observing the reactions of Mei-Yu Wang and Kushida.
"James Bond, is that your name right?" She couldn't help but feel odd about the name James Bond was in Japanese, did this was really this guy's real name?
She wanted to confirm once again by asking him this question.
"The one and only James Bond, that's me." James Bond acknowledged the name despite the confusion of the girl with his self-assuredness and confidence.
"Haruka Hasebe, however, I prefer if you call me Haruka if you don't mind." Haruka Hasebe introduced.
James Bond nodded calmly at Haruka Hasebe's introduction and said.
"Will do."
Chapter 3: The Lone Wolf
As James Bond retreated into his contemplative solitude, the members of Class D naturally gravitated toward forming their own groups.
However, James Bond, exuding an air of unparalleled coolness and confidence, chose neither to align with any group nor to initiate one himself. He embodied the essence of a lone wolf.
While he may not have subscribed to group dynamics, James possessed something far more intriguing – a devoted fan club and a legion of admirers, a testament to his epic charisma.
Observing James's aloof demeanor, Haruka Hasebe couldn't resist approaching him, despite the fact that others engaged in conversations.
Intrigued, she initiated a dialogue.
"Huh... James-kun, why don't you socialize like others?"
Even Ayanokouji formed his own group with Horikita Suzune, although he didn't speak a single word to her.
It was odd considering how smooth James Bond was in communication.
"I'm too old for that, Haruka," James Bond shook his head and refused.
He didn't have any passion to start a conversation with others. He was too old for that, too mature to blend into the world of teenagers.
He didn't understand the topics they were talking about—games, anime, and their shit.
What he knew was how to shoot other people's heads with a gun, sneak into girls' hearts, and uncover secret government and terrorist plots.
He doubted that these kids would even comprehend what he was saying if he tried to talk to them.
"Well, if you say so, let me accompany you then." Haruka Hasebe said with a sly smirk.
"If you were not bored with the old me, then you are welcome, Haruka Hasebe." James Bond remarked.
He never was one to turn away the attention of a beautiful young lady crossing his path.
After all, who in their right mind would pass up such an opportunity?
I mean, who would turn down the company of a beautiful young lady?
Not James Bond, that's for damn sure.
He welcomes her with open arms, never one to refuse the attention of a lovely lady.
"You never cease to bore me, James-kun, and never will," Haruka Hasebe grinned.
It was the truth, though; James-kun was too cool and humorous, and she never got bored with him by her side.
That's the effect this man has on women, an irresistible charm and magnetic personality.
"It's my honor, young lady." James Bond replied, delivering his response with the signature charm of a true gentleman.
"So, what do you want to talk about, Haruka?"
"Speaking of a girlfriend, do you have one, James-kun?" Haruka asked curiously.
A charmer without a girlfriend would never cease to be on her mind, so she was curious to know who that lucky girl was.
"Unfortunately, I don't have one. She is not here with me," James Bond couldn't help but say with a tinge of sadness in his voice.
He had been taken from his own original world and thrust into this twisted alternate reality without even being given a choice.
He was now isolated in this school, forced to play their twisted game.
"Sorry for reminding you of that," Haruka Hasebe couldn't help but regret her big mouth for bringing up his sad past.
She could see from James-kun's face that he was a romantic man who loved his girlfriend very much.
Now, she was reminding him of that, which she considered a bitch move.
"It's nothing personal, Haruka. You're just curious. Moreover, it doesn't really matter too much because it's all in the past," James Bond said comfortingly.
"It's time to start a new life. Whether we like it or not, life still goes on, doesn't it?"
Damn, that's cool!
This guy is cool as ice, handling a potentially sad situation with wisdom and maturity.
Honestly, Haruka Hasebe was dazzled by James-kun's smile.
Despite her words bringing him into some unpleasant memories, he was not only not mad at her but also making her feel better, transforming the initially unpleasant conversation into one radiated with positivity.
"You were right, James-kun. I hope you're happy with your new life," Haruka Hasebe woke up from her daze and gave James-kun her blessing.
She smiled at the positivity radiated by James-kun in this otherwise world full of negativity and toxicity.
That's the kind of cool man everyone wants to be around – the one who spreads positivity and thrives in it.
And James Bond was that kind of man.
She hopes she can become that kind of woman who can spread positivity like James-kun.
"I will. And thank you, Haruka," James Bond smiled slightly at Haruka's encouragement and expressed his thanks.
"I will keep your word, surely. And strive to become a happy man."
"I hope you will do the same too, Haruka, to become happy as well."
"Since we are on the same page with this, shall we open a new chapter together and strive for a better future?"
"We shall, James-kun, we shall," Haruka hummed happily as they shared laughter, "How about tomorrow I treat you to some nice wine to celebrate our friendship?"
"You don't need to refuse, James-kun. I'm happy to have a company like you; perhaps I will introduce you to some girls too?"
"Nonetheless, it would be worth it."
After all, she noticed that James-kun doesn't have any circle yet or even bothers to build one.
She was here to help him blend into the circle in Class D by introducing her friend to him.
Moreover, her friend shouldn't mind, considering the high praise they had for James-kun when he helped the grandma in exchange for his seat at that time.
His action of helping the grandma was enough to earn him a high reputation on the first day of school.
She smiled a bit when it brought her back to that memory.
Indeed, she was on the same bus with James-kun at that time.
It was also the very reason her impression of him was very high.
The one who spread his chivalrous deeds on the bus was her at the same time; so, every one of their classmates would treat James-kun better in the future.
With the confirmation of Kushida and others, none of those present could deny James-kun's achievement in helping the grandma.
James Bond doesn't even have to try to be a legend; it just comes naturally.
That's how Haruka Hasebe helped James-kun in her own way.
Fortunately, her help was totally worth it when she saw that James-kun was the kind man she thought him to be.
The kind of man who can radiate positivity and charm everyone around him, it's James Bond, that's who.