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.
...
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.
Chapter 4:
"Ahem... Everyone, how about we introduce ourselves to each other to get to know each other better?" Hirata Yosuke couldn't help but clear his throat, capturing the attention of the group.
Just like a fusion of James Bond and Rokusuke Koenji (or Koenji Bond), Yosuke was a heartthrob among the female students.
His handsome face, vibrant green hair, and cheerful smile that radiated like the sun, coupled with his friendly demeanor and helpful attitude, had endeared him to the hearts of many.
Naturally, his opinion held sway among them, although a few envious glances from some boys suggested otherwise.
Just as a murmur of objection began to rise among the boys, Kushida Kikyou stepped in diplomatically, addressing the group,
"I believe Yosuke's proposal is quite reasonable. Does anyone have any objections?" Her words worked like magic, instantly transforming the dissenting boys' expressions into agreement.
Nods and eager consents filled the air, creating an atmosphere of unity.
However, amidst the approving crowd, there was one boy who snorted menacingly in disagreement:
"Huh... Why should I? Do you know how childish it was? Do you think of us elementary school or what?" A red-haired man with a thug's face apparently has a strong opinion in suggestion and glared.
Unfazed by the uneasy tension he created, he casually reclined at his desk, paying no mind to the murmurs of discontent from his classmates.
Despite their annoyance with his menacing attitude, no one dared to confront him, intimidated by both his fierce expression and imposing stature.
Clearing his throat, Hirata Yosuke tactfully intervened,
"Ahem... Is there anyone that still raised objection?" he inquired with a diplomatic tone, redirecting the focus away from the red-haired man's provocative remarks.
Aware of the need to diffuse tension and maintain a friendly class atmosphere, Hirata was determined to prevent any discord or animosity within Class D.
His commitment extended to doing whatever it took to foster camaraderie and youthfulness among the students.
"No, Hirata, we are fine."
"Yeah..."
Seemingly unfazed by the sharp comment from the red-haired man, they proceeded to introduce themselves individually before the teacher's arrival at the destination.
This is what led James Bond to establish his identity as James Bond, deviating from Rokusuke Koenji.
Unsurprisingly, most of his classmates were nonchalant about the name change, showing little concern for the alteration.
Considering that they had no prior acquaintance, there was a lack of strong opinions regarding his decision to change his name.
During this introduction, Hirata Yosuke shared his passion for sports, while Yamauchi boasted himself as an ace in basketball.
None of the classmates even bothered to correct Yamauchi's lame lie and instead, they one by one proceeded to introduce themselves.
James Bond took notice of a standout figure in Class D, none other than Ayanokouji Kiyotaka.
He sensed a certain demeanor about him, a kind of calculated expression reminiscent of an evil genius he had encountered in the past—a superior attitude that viewed everyone as pawns in a game.
It struck James Bond that Kiyotaka didn't exhibit the typical student demeanor.
Suspicion crept in; could this man be a government spy or an agent from another country?
There was an air of maturity about him that seemed incongruent with a student, mirroring Bond's own seasoned nature.
"So, you were Koenji? Why did you change your name to James Bond?" Haruka Hasebe asked curiously.
Indeed, she had heard of Koenji's name; it was quite famous in Japan.
After all, their family was the most influential and the richest.
Who among them didn't know the son, the only son of the richest man?
Thus, it was natural for her to know, and so did the rest of her classmates.
Although it was weird that Koenji's name had become James-kun.
However, upon further consideration, due to his tall stature, blonde hair, and a face that suggested a white man, James Bond appears more like a foreigner than a Japanese.
"Starting a new life, isn't it?" That's how James Bond responded, "Have you forgotten what we promised each other in the past, Haruka?"
"I understand now." Haruka Hasebe nodded in understanding.
Perhaps the name Rokusuke Koenji doesn't evoke any pleasant memories for him, so he prefers his new name?
Actually, that's not true.
Koenji doesn't have any tragic past or anything; James Bond just doesn't like the name.
He prefers his real name better.
Anyway, in this place and in this school, it wasn't that difficult to persuade his classmates and teachers to call him James Bond. All he needed was the willingness to make an effort.
"Anyway, how long do you think the teacher will take to arrive, James-kun?"
"She will arrive on time. And obviously, she will." Thus, James Bond's prediction became apparent as the class bell rang, and the teacher strode into the classroom.
The sound of the crackling door made the noisy classroom instantly quiet as they saw the source of that voice—a mature woman with brown hair in a ponytail style, wearing a sexy teacher outfit: a short black skirt, stockings, and a pair of black heels.
Overall, it was like a cheap porn ecchi drama Japanese Cartoon.
Many boys couldn't help but almost pop out their eyes seeing such a mature and milf beauty that rival porn star was their teacher.
What a stunner!
They inwardly grinned to have such a stunner as their teacher.
Thus, that's how Agent 007 school life begins.
With a teacher's body that is hotter than a porn star and hot babes as his classmates and femme fatale as his deskmates.
Is there any wilder school than this?
Chapter 5: Is it wrong to lust after your hot teacher?
"What?" James Bond winced as his waist was pinched by Haruka Hasebe beside him.
"Is she beautiful, James-kun?"
Seeing many boys couldn't help but look at the teacher's sexy entrance in the class, and James Bond was no exception as he diverted his attention from her to the teacher.
She couldn't help but feel jealous.
"I have to admit she was, but you are more beautiful than her, Haruka. You know she was a teacher, so staring and curiosity would be inevitable." James Bond smirked.
Haruka couldn't help but tease him back: "How many women have been charmed by you with your sweet words, James-kun?"
Honestly, James Bond didn't know how to answer this question.
How did he know how many slices of bread he ate?
Yeah, just like that metaphor, how many times he told sweet words to a girl was like how many slices of bread he ate.
Would he count the number?
He didn't because he was used to it.
When he became an agent, flirting with high-class women was like his job and his daily life.
Even his girlfriend itself was a famous black widow.
How could he know the actual number he told sweet words to a girl if everything he did became common sense?
His circle of friends itself includes famous playboys like Howard Stark, so it becomes apparent that flirting with girls and becoming a ladies' man was like a part of his life.
He couldn't help but clench his fist when he remembered being stabbed in the back by his teammates who screamed 'All hail Hydra' and mocked him for trusting them.
His death itself was not only slow but painful due to poison until he was found by SHIELD.
However, he said nothing about Hydra except to his girlfriend, Scarlet, and his friend, Howard, because he understood that his organization wouldn't believe what he said, especially Peggy Carter and Fury.
Until his last breath, he said nothing about what happened except to those two individuals.
He didn't know why Hydra did not grant him a quick death and made such low-level mistakes by giving him an opportunity to reveal their secret to his girlfriend and friend, but he knew he couldn't go back to the past or to his original world.
So, he decided to bury his curiosity and focus on the present.
When the situation became awkward because of James Bond reminiscing about his past and not answering Haruka's question, fortunately, an introduction from the teacher saved them from it.
"Allow me to introduce myself. From now on, I will be your representative teacher for Class D and your history teacher. You can call me Sae Chabasira-sensei, or simply Sae-sensei or Chabasira-sensei; both names are fine."
"Now, has anyone already checked their phones?"
All the students subconsciously shifted and checked their phones, expressions of surprise on their faces.
They were bewildered by the substantial number displayed on their screens, not comprehending what the 100,000 points meant.
"What does that 100,000 points represent, teacher?" Horikita Suzune raised her hand and asked.
"Good question, Horikita. Do you understand that 1 point is equivalent to 1 yen? Thanks to the school's generosity, they've granted you 100,000 yen. So, don't squander this precious opportunity they've given you."
"Let me explain the function of points; they can be used to purchase anything, literally anything."
"I hope this answers your question, Horikita-san."
"Does it mean I can buy your time with points, Sae Chabasira-sensei?" James Bond raised his hand and asked.
"What do you mean by that, Koenji-kun?" Sae Chabasira couldn't help but glare, suspecting that he was flirting with her, but she had no evidence.
"His name is James Bond-kun, teacher," a blonde-haired girl with violet eyes added.
"James Bond?" Sae Chabasira never knew that there was a student named like that and looked closely at James Bond and around the classroom.
No one seemed to object to the name.
Regardless, whatever the guy's name was, it was none of her business.
"So, back to the topic, what did you mean by that, James-kun?"
"Nothing. I just wanted to see if points really can buy anything like you stated," James Bond replied calmly.
"Yes, you can." After seeing that James Bond didn't mean the direction she thought of, Sae let go of her doubt and answered his question without hesitation.
Class D became intrigued by James Bond's question and how points could really buy anything, not limited to purchasable items.
"Teacher, can I have sex with you with point?" Haruki Yamauchi couldn't help but blurt out his question when he saw that points could buy everything.
He didn't even bother to hide his lust as his eyes roamed over Sae Chabasira's smoking hot body.
All the girls shot disgusted looks at Haruki Yamauchi, while the boys preferred to keep their distance from him.
How could this guy even ask such a retard question?
Despite the disdainful looks from his peers, Yamauchi remained focused on the teacher, eagerly awaiting her response with a hopeful expression on his face.
Unfortunately, his expectations were shattered when Sae Chabasira coldly answered his question and stared at him with icy, disapproving eyes.
"No."
"You come to my office, Yamauchi. And you too, James Bond," she declared with a glare, then refocused on her teaching.
For Yamauchi, she aimed to teach him a lesson he would never forget.
However, for James Bond, she saw potential for him to advance to Class A and wanted to have a heart-to-heart conversation with him.
Just like that, James Bond-kun has already stolen his hot teacher's attention and the beginning of his forbidden love begins from here.
Chapter 6: The Apex of Class
"Teacher, we believe we lack a class representative in our class. Why have you never brought it up? Does this school not need them?" A blonde-haired gyaru with violet eyes raised her hand and asked in a doubtful tone.
When the bell rang and the class was over, she couldn't hold back her curiosity upon noticing that the teacher never broached this topic.
Furthermore, she asked to assert subtle dominance and influence in the class without arousing suspicion or disgust among her classmates.
Of course, such a way of thinking would be difficult for an ordinary high school student, but what school is this?
It's an elite school.
Moreover, Kaurizawa Kei isn't an ordinary high school student; she is a survivor with a dark past haunting her.
She couldn't help but cast a gaze at James Bond and Hirata Yusuke at the same time.
Honestly, she found it difficult to decide whom among them she could rely on; they are the strongest and apex in the class with a good reputation.
If she wanted to be honest, she preferred James Bond-kun.
He was a lone wolf and would put her interests above all if they formed a relationship between boyfriend and girlfriend.
Unlike Hirata Yusuke, who prioritizes everyone's well-being.
She knew that Hirata Yusuke had a savior complex and was a truly good man.
If not, how could, in anime, she trust him with her secret?
Especially, that secret was so shameful that she feared they would haunt her.
It revealed her fragility and weakness that she didn't want to share with anyone, yet she did it with him in the anime.
Unfortunately, because of a butterfly wing or some other reason, due to James Bond's presence, that thing wouldn't ever happen again.
She wouldn't share her secret with Hirata Yusuke, or he would become aware of it.
When James Bond was transmigrated into this world, it was bound to happen that the world would encounter change.
And this was an example of it.
"You can form them or not, it's up to your decision," Sae Chabasira answered indifferently. "Now, the class is over, the decision is yours."
She left without hesitation, not without glancing at James Bond and Haruki Yamauchi before leaving.
The class couldn't help but glance at each other with their teacher's indifference.
Even Hirata Yusuke was shocked by the teacher's remark.
Does this school manage its students so laid-back to the point of not caring about this?
Despite that, they were indifferent and even glad that their school was so laid-back, focusing on their own pleasure and laziness rather than studying.
Horikita, who saw all of this, only glared at them coldly before minding her own business.
She saw her classmates as so hopeless and thought that maybe she chose the wrong school.
No, her brother shouldn't be wrong.
This school was an elite school, so the fault should be in her classmates, who are so lazy and act like pigs.
Is her class a defective class?
Guess what?
She's close to the truth without knowing it.
Hirata Yusuke coughed and caught their attention as they shifted their gaze to him.
However, James Bond had no time for this.
He knew the teacher had already given him a signal to follow her, and he wanted to find out what the chick wanted from him.
James Bond stood up from his seat and didn't intend to participate in their charade of choosing a class representative.
He left, not before Haruki Yamauchi took the lead first with a wretched smile etched on his face.
Probably, the guy was taking his question so seriously and in delusion that he would get bonk from their teacher.
James Bond didn't intend to sprint like Haruki Yamauchi, who, in a state of delusion, walked calmly to the teacher's office.
Chapter 7: Smooth Bond
"Argh...!" Haruki Yamauchi winced in pain, his face contorted as the echoes of agony reverberated across the rooftop.
He thought he would have an interesting development on the rooftop after being called into the teacher's office.
Who would have thought he would experience hell himself?
Yamauchi always imagined railing that pretty hot ass on the rooftop, but what he got was getting kicked in the ass.
Gripping his birdie tightly, he nursed the aftermath of a kick to the balls from none other than Sae Chabasira-sensei on the rooftop, devoid of any cameras as Yamauchi looked at James Bond with a pleased expression on his face.
Probably, he would suffer the same fate as him.
Unfortunately for Yamauchi, it only applied to him for getting kicked in the balls; James Bond was too chad for that.
Yeah, Yamauchi still grinned ignorantly like a fool while James Bond glanced at Yamauchi's grinning face after being kicked straight in the balls and had an odd look on his face.
Damn, this guy is abnormal or what?
Who the fuck would still be happy after being kicked in the balls?
However, James Bond wouldn't fault the guy for it; different people have different preferences.
Perhaps this guy likes getting his balls kicked and revels in it?
James Bond nodded thoughtfully.
Who would have thought Japanese boys would have that hobby?
He understood why, in his time, anime about tsundere abusive girls was blooming.
Maybe a lot of Japanese boys had this strange kink?
As Yamauchi departed, nursing his wounded pride, James Bond, leaning casually against the wall, approached Chabasira-sensei with a sly grin.
It would be cooler if he had sunglasses and a glass of wine in his hand, unfortunately, he didn't bring them.
"So, teacher, what did you want to talk about?"
His demeanor, full of self-assuredness, won Sae Chabasira's approval.
Yes, he was the candidate she sought, confident, smart, mature, and knew what he wanted.
It perfectly fits the very man she idealized in her obsession.
The obsession she talked about was her obsession to advance to Class-A, not dating.
Unfortunately, what he lacked most was the black or white suit to show his Casanova Bond signature and was stuck with this lame school uniform.
"Have you figured out the school rules, James-kun?" Sae Chabasira asked, straight to the point.
She saw his question in class and became aware that he probably had already figured out the class rules.
"Well, to answer your question, you need points, teacher." James Bond smirked.
He is Casanova Bond, not a pushover.
Why should he answer the question when the teacher in front of him doesn't want to fully explain the truth of the school?
Her face darkened at James Bond's words. It was the first time she was teased by a student.
"Seriously? It's just an ordinary question. Is it difficult for you to answer, James-kun?" Sae Chabasira pressed the issue further.
"Let me ask back, then, is 100,000 points only applicable for this month or next month too? It's a trivial matter, isn't it? Yet, you can't answer my question fully or show it in class." James Bond threw the question back at the teacher in front of him with a playful look on his face.
She was speechless at James Bond's question because she knew it was a school rule not to disclose the points for the next month.
They could only be disclosed if a student was willing to pay the points for confirmation.
So, she couldn't answer or break the rules of the school and sighed.
If she answered that he needed points for her to give him this information, it was equivalent to her being slapped in the face by the fact she pressed him to answer a trivial question when she couldn't even answer his question that sounded ordinary.
It was the first time that she met someone that countered her argument.
Hopefully, Ayanokouji and Horikita are not difficult to convince like this guy.
"Yes, you were right. It seems asking you for any information without giving you anything in return seems stupid. We would talk again next time, James-kun."
"You are the most interesting student that I've ever had so far. Keep it up; probably, I will give you something that you will not refuse next time." Sae Chabasira encouraged.
For now, she couldn't give anything to James Bond that would make him open fully to her.
She knew she couldn't force it, as James Bond's identity as the richest man's heir in Japan was still there.
He didn't lack anything that she could give; she doesn't even know what he wanted. He did say he needed points, but it's only limited to trivial questions.
Who knows what he really needs in the next conversation?
And she doesn't want second-guessing and making a loss transaction.
So, the best course of action she could take was leaving and figuring out on her own what he needs most from her to fully assist her in advancing to Class A.
Bond had her wrapped around his finger without even trying.
That's how legendary he was.
He exuded smoothness and charisma like no other.
Seeing that the teacher had already left, James Bond shrugged and walked his way toward his appointment with Fuka Kiryuin.
He didn't intend to break their agreement; moreover, he would never refuse a nice treat from the pretty girl.
That's the Casanova Bond way.
COTE: Impregnation System
My name is Takashi Ichinose.
I have a sister, her name is Honami Ichinose.
She's cute, submissive, and undeniably breedable.
On the surface, she's sweet and kind, the model student.
But behind closed doors? She's a yandere, intense, and terrifyingly loyal.
I also have a girlfriend, Arisu Sakayanagi, the sweetest loli girlfriend I've ever had in my life.
We have sex a lot, often with Honami joining in.
I thought my life was already perfect.
A taboo paradise with my beloved sister and my cute girlfriend.
But then it appeared.
The Impregnation System.
It didn't just offer me power, it offered wealth, influence, and the ability to rewrite reality itself.
With each girl I impregnate, the system upgrades my identity and status in the real world.
Yesterday, I was a nobody. My sister and I were the forgotten children of a deadbeat father who ran off, leaving our mother struggling alone.
Today?
I'm the heir of a mega-corporation and a royal family, the elite of the elites.
And that's not even the craziest part.
Every time I breed a girl, I gain new powers: hypnosis, hacking, time stopping, yandere pheromone, sex magick, and many more. The more I conquer, the stronger I become.
But there's a catch.
The system only rewards me for impregnating canon girls, official characters from Classroom of the Elite.
And I only have three months before the pregnancies become too obvious to hide.
Time's ticking.
Let the breeding begin.
Alright… probably not the best time to think about it when the smug little loli in front of me suddenly slammed the chessboard with both hands, sending the pieces scattering everywhere across the ground beneath us.
Black and white soldiers, rooks, and queens tumbled helplessly across the grass, no longer representing victory or defeat, because the result had already been violently overturned by the pissed-off loli glaring at me right now.
"Are you underestimating me, Takashi?" she snapped, her voice dripping with irritation.
"I don't, loli-chan," I replied casually. "It's just… it doesn't give me any real sense of accomplishment or fun whether I beat you or you beat me. Playing chess just kinda bores me, you know?"
She was loligaki. I'd met her through a social media account I made for fun, and she'd slid into my DMs, messaging me directly to chat.
According to her, she'd taken an interest in me because she was curious about the fact that someone around her age had already surpassed her in achievements.
She was still stuck in school, being called a genius by her family and classmates, while I was already operating on a much bigger stage, earning my own income, living my own life.
And I guess that stung her pride.
She narrowed her eyes at me, still not satisfied. "Then why even bother to play?"
"Because I've got way too much time to waste and I'm bored," I said bluntly.
With the royalty income constantly pouring into my bank account, I had more free time than I knew what to do with, and somehow, one of the things I ended up doing was sitting here in the park, playing chess with this angry little loli.
"Hmph! Ignoring you!" The loli huffed angrily and stood up, turning her back to me like she was done with the conversation.
I just shrugged and watched her stomp off. If she wanted to leave, I wasn't going to stop her.
But then she suddenly spun around to glare at me again, her face even redder this time. "Why aren't you chasing after me, Takashi?"
"Alright, alright… I'm chasing you. Happy?" I said with a smirk as I stood up and walked toward her.
I reached out and ruffled her lilac-colored hair, messing it up just to annoy her, which earned me a cute pout.
"Don't treat me like a kid… I..." Arisu started to say, but she was interrupted by a completely different voice.
"Brother, I already brought the ice creams!"
Before Arisu could finish her sentence, my little sister came running over, pink hair bouncing, three ice creams in her hands, and a big grin plastered on her face.
I wasn't sure if she'd timed her arrival on purpose or if it was pure coincidence, but either way, I couldn't help grinning back at her.
This was Honami, my younger sister.
We were in the park, enjoying one of our rare weekends together. Arisu had "coincidentally" run into us earlier, and somehow we'd ended up sitting down to play chess.
"Thanks, Honami," I said, patting her head as a reward.
She beamed at the praise before taking a big lick of her own ice cream.
"Fufufu… it seems my presence is no longer necessary, Takashi-kun," Arisu chuckled, though the little twitch at the corner of her mouth betrayed her annoyance.
Honami, either oblivious or just determined to be nice, offered one of the ice creams to her. "Here, for you too."
Arisu froze for a moment, her expression going blank. It was almost comical, she clearly hadn't expected my sister to just hand her an ice cream without a second thought.
Despite her cute appearance, I knew this loli had a dark heart.
She was the type who could smile sweetly while plotting a thousand ways to screw someone over.
Still, she accepted the ice cream, awkwardly muttering, "...Thanks."
And so, the three of us ended up sitting there in the park, licking our ice creams together in possibly the most awkward atmosphere imaginable.
None of us could figure out what to say, so we just sat there, letting the summer breeze carry the silence.
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.
Chapter 4:
"Ahem... Everyone, how about we introduce ourselves to each other to get to know each other better?" Hirata Yosuke couldn't help but clear his throat, capturing the attention of the group.
Just like a fusion of James Bond and Rokusuke Koenji (or Koenji Bond), Yosuke was a heartthrob among the female students.
His handsome face, vibrant green hair, and cheerful smile that radiated like the sun, coupled with his friendly demeanor and helpful attitude, had endeared him to the hearts of many.
Naturally, his opinion held sway among them, although a few envious glances from some boys suggested otherwise.
Just as a murmur of objection began to rise among the boys, Kushida Kikyou stepped in diplomatically, addressing the group,
"I believe Yosuke's proposal is quite reasonable. Does anyone have any objections?" Her words worked like magic, instantly transforming the dissenting boys' expressions into agreement.
Nods and eager consents filled the air, creating an atmosphere of unity.
However, amidst the approving crowd, there was one boy who snorted menacingly in disagreement:
"Huh... Why should I? Do you know how childish it was? Do you think of us elementary school or what?" A red-haired man with a thug's face apparently has a strong opinion in suggestion and glared.
Unfazed by the uneasy tension he created, he casually reclined at his desk, paying no mind to the murmurs of discontent from his classmates.
Despite their annoyance with his menacing attitude, no one dared to confront him, intimidated by both his fierce expression and imposing stature.
Clearing his throat, Hirata Yosuke tactfully intervened,
"Ahem... Is there anyone that still raised objection?" he inquired with a diplomatic tone, redirecting the focus away from the red-haired man's provocative remarks.
Aware of the need to diffuse tension and maintain a friendly class atmosphere, Hirata was determined to prevent any discord or animosity within Class D.
His commitment extended to doing whatever it took to foster camaraderie and youthfulness among the students.
"No, Hirata, we are fine."
"Yeah..."
Seemingly unfazed by the sharp comment from the red-haired man, they proceeded to introduce themselves individually before the teacher's arrival at the destination.
This is what led James Bond to establish his identity as James Bond, deviating from Rokusuke Koenji.
Unsurprisingly, most of his classmates were nonchalant about the name change, showing little concern for the alteration.
Considering that they had no prior acquaintance, there was a lack of strong opinions regarding his decision to change his name.
During this introduction, Hirata Yosuke shared his passion for sports, while Yamauchi boasted himself as an ace in basketball.
None of the classmates even bothered to correct Yamauchi's lame lie and instead, they one by one proceeded to introduce themselves.
James Bond took notice of a standout figure in Class D, none other than Ayanokouji Kiyotaka.
He sensed a certain demeanor about him, a kind of calculated expression reminiscent of an evil genius he had encountered in the past—a superior attitude that viewed everyone as pawns in a game.
It struck James Bond that Kiyotaka didn't exhibit the typical student demeanor.
Suspicion crept in; could this man be a government spy or an agent from another country?
There was an air of maturity about him that seemed incongruent with a student, mirroring Bond's own seasoned nature.
"So, you were Koenji? Why did you change your name to James Bond?" Haruka Hasebe asked curiously.
Indeed, she had heard of Koenji's name; it was quite famous in Japan.
After all, their family was the most influential and the richest.
Who among them didn't know the son, the only son of the richest man?
Thus, it was natural for her to know, and so did the rest of her classmates.
Although it was weird that Koenji's name had become James-kun.
However, upon further consideration, due to his tall stature, blonde hair, and a face that suggested a white man, James Bond appears more like a foreigner than a Japanese.
"Starting a new life, isn't it?" That's how James Bond responded, "Have you forgotten what we promised each other in the past, Haruka?"
"I understand now." Haruka Hasebe nodded in understanding.
Perhaps the name Rokusuke Koenji doesn't evoke any pleasant memories for him, so he prefers his new name?
Actually, that's not true.
Koenji doesn't have any tragic past or anything; James Bond just doesn't like the name.
He prefers his real name better.
Anyway, in this place and in this school, it wasn't that difficult to persuade his classmates and teachers to call him James Bond. All he needed was the willingness to make an effort.
"Anyway, how long do you think the teacher will take to arrive, James-kun?"
"She will arrive on time. And obviously, she will." Thus, James Bond's prediction became apparent as the class bell rang, and the teacher strode into the classroom.
The sound of the crackling door made the noisy classroom instantly quiet as they saw the source of that voice—a mature woman with brown hair in a ponytail style, wearing a sexy teacher outfit: a short black skirt, stockings, and a pair of black heels.
Overall, it was like a cheap porn ecchi drama Japanese Cartoon.
Many boys couldn't help but almost pop out their eyes seeing such a mature and milf beauty that rival porn star was their teacher.
What a stunner!
They inwardly grinned to have such a stunner as their teacher.
Thus, that's how Agent 007 school life begins.
With a teacher's body that is hotter than a porn star and hot babes as his classmates and femme fatale as his deskmates.
Is there any wilder school than this?
Chapter 5: Is it wrong to lust after your hot teacher?
"What?" James Bond winced as his waist was pinched by Haruka Hasebe beside him.
"Is she beautiful, James-kun?"
Seeing many boys couldn't help but look at the teacher's sexy entrance in the class, and James Bond was no exception as he diverted his attention from her to the teacher.
She couldn't help but feel jealous.
"I have to admit she was, but you are more beautiful than her, Haruka. You know she was a teacher, so staring and curiosity would be inevitable." James Bond smirked.
Haruka couldn't help but tease him back: "How many women have been charmed by you with your sweet words, James-kun?"
Honestly, James Bond didn't know how to answer this question.
How did he know how many slices of bread he ate?
Yeah, just like that metaphor, how many times he told sweet words to a girl was like how many slices of bread he ate.
Would he count the number?
He didn't because he was used to it.
When he became an agent, flirting with high-class women was like his job and his daily life.
Even his girlfriend itself was a famous black widow.
How could he know the actual number he told sweet words to a girl if everything he did became common sense?
His circle of friends itself includes famous playboys like Howard Stark, so it becomes apparent that flirting with girls and becoming a ladies' man was like a part of his life.
He couldn't help but clench his fist when he remembered being stabbed in the back by his teammates who screamed 'All hail Hydra' and mocked him for trusting them.
His death itself was not only slow but painful due to poison until he was found by SHIELD.
However, he said nothing about Hydra except to his girlfriend, Scarlet, and his friend, Howard, because he understood that his organization wouldn't believe what he said, especially Peggy Carter and Fury.
Until his last breath, he said nothing about what happened except to those two individuals.
He didn't know why Hydra did not grant him a quick death and made such low-level mistakes by giving him an opportunity to reveal their secret to his girlfriend and friend, but he knew he couldn't go back to the past or to his original world.
So, he decided to bury his curiosity and focus on the present.
When the situation became awkward because of James Bond reminiscing about his past and not answering Haruka's question, fortunately, an introduction from the teacher saved them from it.
"Allow me to introduce myself. From now on, I will be your representative teacher for Class D and your history teacher. You can call me Sae Chabasira-sensei, or simply Sae-sensei or Chabasira-sensei; both names are fine."
"Now, has anyone already checked their phones?"
All the students subconsciously shifted and checked their phones, expressions of surprise on their faces.
They were bewildered by the substantial number displayed on their screens, not comprehending what the 100,000 points meant.
"What does that 100,000 points represent, teacher?" Horikita Suzune raised her hand and asked.
"Good question, Horikita. Do you understand that 1 point is equivalent to 1 yen? Thanks to the school's generosity, they've granted you 100,000 yen. So, don't squander this precious opportunity they've given you."
"Let me explain the function of points; they can be used to purchase anything, literally anything."
"I hope this answers your question, Horikita-san."
"Does it mean I can buy your time with points, Sae Chabasira-sensei?" James Bond raised his hand and asked.
"What do you mean by that, Koenji-kun?" Sae Chabasira couldn't help but glare, suspecting that he was flirting with her, but she had no evidence.
"His name is James Bond-kun, teacher," a blonde-haired girl with violet eyes added.
"James Bond?" Sae Chabasira never knew that there was a student named like that and looked closely at James Bond and around the classroom.
No one seemed to object to the name.
Regardless, whatever the guy's name was, it was none of her business.
"So, back to the topic, what did you mean by that, James-kun?"
"Nothing. I just wanted to see if points really can buy anything like you stated," James Bond replied calmly.
"Yes, you can." After seeing that James Bond didn't mean the direction she thought of, Sae let go of her doubt and answered his question without hesitation.
Class D became intrigued by James Bond's question and how points could really buy anything, not limited to purchasable items.
"Teacher, can I have sex with you with point?" Haruki Yamauchi couldn't help but blurt out his question when he saw that points could buy everything.
He didn't even bother to hide his lust as his eyes roamed over Sae Chabasira's smoking hot body.
All the girls shot disgusted looks at Haruki Yamauchi, while the boys preferred to keep their distance from him.
How could this guy even ask such a retard question?
Despite the disdainful looks from his peers, Yamauchi remained focused on the teacher, eagerly awaiting her response with a hopeful expression on his face.
Unfortunately, his expectations were shattered when Sae Chabasira coldly answered his question and stared at him with icy, disapproving eyes.
"No."
"You come to my office, Yamauchi. And you too, James Bond," she declared with a glare, then refocused on her teaching.
For Yamauchi, she aimed to teach him a lesson he would never forget.
However, for James Bond, she saw potential for him to advance to Class A and wanted to have a heart-to-heart conversation with him.
Just like that, James Bond-kun has already stolen his hot teacher's attention and the beginning of his forbidden love begins from here.
Chapter 6: The Apex of Class
"Teacher, we believe we lack a class representative in our class. Why have you never brought it up? Does this school not need them?" A blonde-haired gyaru with violet eyes raised her hand and asked in a doubtful tone.
When the bell rang and the class was over, she couldn't hold back her curiosity upon noticing that the teacher never broached this topic.
Furthermore, she asked to assert subtle dominance and influence in the class without arousing suspicion or disgust among her classmates.
Of course, such a way of thinking would be difficult for an ordinary high school student, but what school is this?
It's an elite school.
Moreover, Kaurizawa Kei isn't an ordinary high school student; she is a survivor with a dark past haunting her.
She couldn't help but cast a gaze at James Bond and Hirata Yusuke at the same time.
Honestly, she found it difficult to decide whom among them she could rely on; they are the strongest and apex in the class with a good reputation.
If she wanted to be honest, she preferred James Bond-kun.
He was a lone wolf and would put her interests above all if they formed a relationship between boyfriend and girlfriend.
Unlike Hirata Yusuke, who prioritizes everyone's well-being.
She knew that Hirata Yusuke had a savior complex and was a truly good man.
If not, how could, in anime, she trust him with her secret?
Especially, that secret was so shameful that she feared they would haunt her.
It revealed her fragility and weakness that she didn't want to share with anyone, yet she did it with him in the anime.
Unfortunately, because of a butterfly wing or some other reason, due to James Bond's presence, that thing wouldn't ever happen again.
She wouldn't share her secret with Hirata Yusuke, or he would become aware of it.
When James Bond was transmigrated into this world, it was bound to happen that the world would encounter change.
And this was an example of it.
"You can form them or not, it's up to your decision," Sae Chabasira answered indifferently. "Now, the class is over, the decision is yours."
She left without hesitation, not without glancing at James Bond and Haruki Yamauchi before leaving.
The class couldn't help but glance at each other with their teacher's indifference.
Even Hirata Yusuke was shocked by the teacher's remark.
Does this school manage its students so laid-back to the point of not caring about this?
Despite that, they were indifferent and even glad that their school was so laid-back, focusing on their own pleasure and laziness rather than studying.
Horikita, who saw all of this, only glared at them coldly before minding her own business.
She saw her classmates as so hopeless and thought that maybe she chose the wrong school.
No, her brother shouldn't be wrong.
This school was an elite school, so the fault should be in her classmates, who are so lazy and act like pigs.
Is her class a defective class?
Guess what?
She's close to the truth without knowing it.
Hirata Yusuke coughed and caught their attention as they shifted their gaze to him.
However, James Bond had no time for this.
He knew the teacher had already given him a signal to follow her, and he wanted to find out what the chick wanted from him.
James Bond stood up from his seat and didn't intend to participate in their charade of choosing a class representative.
He left, not before Haruki Yamauchi took the lead first with a wretched smile etched on his face.
Probably, the guy was taking his question so seriously and in delusion that he would get bonk from their teacher.
James Bond didn't intend to sprint like Haruki Yamauchi, who, in a state of delusion, walked calmly to the teacher's office.