Kushida Kikyou.
Within just a week after enrollment, she had already exchanged contact info with nearly every classmate, and her circle of connections extended even into other classes.
There was always a crowd around her; she had won popularity among both boys and girls.
"Good morning, Tanaka-kun."
"…Morning."
She even greeted loners like me.
I'm surprised she remembers my name.
I only gave a bland self-introduction on the first day and then dissolved into the background.
Sure, we exchanged contact info, but we never sent a single message.
My number was probably like a low-rarity gacha pull — logged for the collection, then forgotten.
"Let's do our best today too, okay?"
Angel.
If I were a virgin who didn't know the original story, I'd definitely have fallen for her.
But Kushida had destroyed her middle school class.
She went to the same middle school as Horikita.
In the original, she believed Horikita knew about her past misdeeds, and to drag Horikita down she even colluded with Class C during exams to sabotage her.
"Hey Kikyou-chan, wanna go to a café after school today?"
Ike was aggressively hitting on her.
Kushida looked troubled.
"Eh? But… I need to study…"
Ever since the shocking revelation that failing grades = expulsion, most students except the hopeless idiots had been studying or holding study sessions.
Only the dumb trio — Ike, Yamauchi, Sudou — still slacked off.
"Come on, sometimes you need a break. High school life would be boring if it's all studying!"
Hearing that come from a guy who never studies made Kushida's smile twitch.
Then, long story short, Horikita held a study group, Ayanokouji struggled to drag the three idiots into it, and finally succeeded by using Kushida as bait.
"…Rape… rape…"
The old man wandered the classroom with dead eyes.
Withdrawal symptoms.
Time was running out.
So the next target became Kushida.
Congratulations. *Clap clap.*
This time, I'd use a different approach.
Sneaking into her room like with Horikita was easy, but room infiltration was risky.
"I expect a splendid rape,"
the old man babbled, and I ignored him while preparing.
I disguised the surveillance cameras as usual, then ran around the dorm building.
Even though it was late at night, today was Saturday — students might be out since tomorrow was a day off.
After finishing the setup without being detected, I sighed in relief.
The hardest part had been mixing an instant-acting sleep drug.
I stole the ingredients from the school science lab.
"What kind of rape is this supposed to be?"
the old man tilted his head.
I sat in my room and turned the laptop screen toward him.
"…Hmm. You won't rape her yourself?"
"Kushida is dangerous."
She wasn't like *a certain black-haired beauty* who'd crumble just from sex.
Kushida was the type who would absolutely retaliate if harmed.
No way she'd obey quietly after being raped and blackmailed.
If a suspicious intruder was reported, I'd be cornered.
My camera hacks might be exposed.
Horikita was just too easy.
One might get careless because of that, but real rape isn't that simple.
Maybe I was being overly cautious.
But even Yoshitsune knocked down deer before descending a cliff.
I, too, am a man who knocks on the stone bridge before raping.
Oh — looks like they're moving.
I munched dried squid while watching the monitor.
My drink was cola.
Ike Kanji woke up from the cold.
He was lying on the floor for some reason.
It wasn't like he had bad sleeping posture.
"…What the hell…?"
He was naked.
Beside him, Yamauchi lay unconscious — also naked.
Ike panicked.
"Ugh… what's… going on…"
Yamauchi got up, equally confused.
"What the hell is this? A dream?"
"Probably a dream."
The two covered their crotches with their hands.
Pathetic, but normal for adolescent boys.
"I mean, it *has* to be a dream. My cheek hurts though."
"Yeah. No way this is real."
Ike rubbed his cheek and turned toward the bed.
Kushida Kikyou was lying there.
Also naked.
Her chest exposed — larger than he imagined, probably because her clothes hid it well.
Her wrists were tied with rope.
"…We should help her, right?"
Ike muttered, but his body didn't move.
He stared at her naked body, dick hardening instantly.
"Hey… her tits are actually pretty big."
"Yeah. What cup is that…?"
"Probably D? No idea."
"Her nipples are so pink… holy shit, that's insanely erotic."
One of them gulped.
"Let's touch them."
"W-Wait, that's bad—"
"It's already bad. If she wakes up, we're 100% the culprits."
"…That… is true."
This was clearly Kushida's room.
She was stripped naked and tied up.
They were naked.
Their clothes were nowhere.
If anyone saw this, Ike and Yamauchi would be branded rapists instantly.
"Don't worry. This is a dream."
"Hey—wait—"
Yamauchi reached out and grabbed Kushida's breasts.
They deformed in his hands.
"OWOOOOH, so soft—!"
"H-Hey! Don't touch *my* Kikyou-chan!"
Ike blurted without thinking.
He was jealous that the girl he liked was being touched by his friend.
"F-Fine, I'll touch too!"
He climbed onto the bed.
Yamauchi kneaded her breasts possessively.
The only other place to touch was… below.
Ike shakily reached for her pussy.
Not wet.
But as a virgin boy, he was moved.
Then—
"What… are you two doing…?"
Kushida had woken up.
Her pale face turned toward them.
Shit.
Ike trembled with fear.
There was no excuse.
They looked exactly like rapists.
"H-Hey, Kikyou-chan… morning…"
But Yamauchi smiled.
Seeing that, Ike suddenly remembered.
Oh.
Right.
This was a dream.
No need to be scared.
"Your boobs are bigger than I thought. Sorry for touching without permission, but it's a dream so don't worry."
He squeezed again.
"Stop… stop… Ike-kun… Yamauchi-kun… why are you doing this…"
Kushida was tearing up.
She couldn't escape with her hands tied.
"Come on, Ike. Keep going. I'll give you her virginity. Just get her wet and fuck her."
"A-Ah… yeah…"
Ike extended his tongue and pressed it to Kushida's pussy.
*So this is Kushida's pussy…*
Tightly closed, a pretty pink color.
He had wondered if she had experience — she was a beauty after all.
But this looked like virgin territory.
Becoming her first… was like a dream.
"Ike-kun… Yamauchi-kun… please stop…"
"No way. We can't stop now. Right, Ike?"
"Y-Yeah… Kikyou-chan… sorry…"
"If you're sorry, then stop…"
The thing they'd fantasized about was now in front of them.
So many times they'd masturbated imagining this.
Ike drooled saliva onto her slit.
Yamauchi sucked her nipples noisily.
"N-No—stop—gross—"
She screamed, but the two didn't stop.
"No—no, somebody help—"
It was a dream.
No one would come.
Time to proceed.
Ike lifted his face from her crotch.
He had started timid, now emboldened by lust.
"Kikyou-chan, please take my virginity."
"Do it, Ike. Become a man."
"Noooo! Stop! PLEASE—!"
Kushida struggled, kicking.
Yamauchi pinned her legs down like a frog.
To Ike, that just looked like she was opening herself for him.
He placed his cock at her entrance.
He tried to push in—
It slipped.
He tried again.
And again.
"Uh… it won't go in. How do you do this?"
"Hey hey, don't rush."
"Shut up! I'm not rushing!"
He glared at Yamauchi and tried again.
Eventually the tip sank in.
This must be it.
He pushed slowly.
"No—no no no STOP—NOOOOO!"
Her walls squeezed him as he pushed halfway—
Then he thrust forward.
Her virgin walls parted.
He entered completely.
The hymen? He didn't know.
But his virginity was gone.
And Kushida was no longer a virgin.
He grinned with triumph.
"N-No… no, this… this can't… be happening…"
Kushida cried.
But Ike didn't even hear her.
He needed to cum.
He couldn't hold back.
"K-Kikyou-chan, sorry— I'm gonna cum—!"
"…Eh?"
Her confused face was adorable.
That pushed him over the edge.
He started thrusting wildly.
"Stop! It hurts—
Ah— NO—!"
"I'm coming! I'm coming!"
"Don't! Don't cum inside—!"
Her plea meant nothing.
Ike ejaculated deep inside her.
Kushida sobbed.
Her crying face was so cute that Ike's dick hardened again.
"Hic—why—why could you do something this horrible—"
"Because I love you, Kikyou-chan."
Nonsense.
Kushida stared at him like he was an alien.
"Hey hey, my turn."
"Come on, that one doesn't count—let me go again—!"
"…Fine. You owe me one."
Since Ike came instantly, this didn't count as a proper round.
Yamauchi clicked his tongue but moved aside.
Ike immediately resumed thrusting.
Thanks to the semen, it was easier to move.
"Ugh… ah… nn… ahh…"
She didn't sound like she was feeling good.
But Ike didn't care.
As long as *he* felt good.
He came again quickly.
Inside, of course.
"St… stop… I can't… someone… help…"
"My turn."
Yamauchi licked his lips and climbed on top.
Kushida begged:
"Yamauchi-kun… please stop… if you stop now… I won't tell anyone…"
"You're right, Kikyou-chan. We shouldn't do this."
"Yamauchi-kun…"
Her face brightened—
Then he slammed his cock inside her.
"Eh… why…"
"Oops. My hand slipped."
He smiled.
Kushida cried again, betrayed.
Yamauchi pumped her relentlessly, semen dripping out.
Wet squelching filled the room.
"Ah… nn… stop… no…"
He came quickly.
More semen flooded her womb.
"This is the best. Ike, I'm going for round two."
"What?! Switch with me!"
"You already went twice."
Ike couldn't argue.
While thrusting into her, Kushida muttered:
"…I'll never forgive you."
"Yeah, Kikyou— no, *Kikyou*, I'm cumming again—!"
She glared at them with dark hatred—
Then heat shot inside her once more.
Monday, lunch break.
I sat on a toilet in the men's restroom, watching my phone.
"Rape♪ Rape♪"
The old man delightedly stared at the screen.
He was satisfied with any rape.
On the screen, Kushida was being fucked by Ike.
This time in the school's equipment storage.
They thought it was a blind spot.
It wasn't.
I had hacked the cameras.
Caught perfectly.
I retrieved the footage.
Ike clung to Kushida, trembling as he came inside.
She shook her head miserably.
Yamauchi then shoved Ike aside and penetrated her, grinning.
Kushida wasn't stupid — she'd get an after-pill herself.
She might've already started taking them.
Just like Horikita eventually did.
"Nice rape!"
The old man was noisy, but at least he was pleased.
I wouldn't be erased for now.
"I'm going to watch more rape!"
He floated away like some cult guru.
That shut him up.
Ike and Yamauchi spent all Sunday raping Kushida.
Again and again without getting tired.
I'd tossed their clothes into the bathroom.
Their phones were in their pants pockets — for blackmail.
Once post-nut clarity hit them, they realized it was real.
And out of fear, they kept raping Kushida to escape the truth.
But with their phones, everything changed.
They photographed Kushida covered in their semen.
If she reported them, they'd spread the photos.
They'd be arrested, but Kushida would be socially destroyed.
An overused threat from rape eroge and hentai novels.
It *looked* like she yielded.
Who knew the truth?
Time would tell.
Three days later.
After school, I lounged in my room with earphones on.
Not listening to music—just static and noise.
"Um… about Ike-kun…"
It started.
I had installed a spyware app in Kushida's phone.
My masterpiece.
It drained her battery, so she turned it off during class — but it was on now.
"Ike-kun said he was going to attack Shinohara-san… I think he was joking… but just in case, maybe be careful…"
The girls around her gasped, "Seriously?!"
"He also said some really gross things… I don't even want to repeat them…
Should I tell the teacher…?"
"Well… that might be hard…"
"He hasn't actually done anything yet, right?"
"We shouldn't spread rumors without proof… he might fight back with defamation."
The girls didn't want drama, so they tried calming Kushida down.
"Right… he hasn't done anything… maybe I overthought it…"
"For now, let's just be careful around Ike."
Perfect manipulation.
Kushida excelled at steering conversations.
She hated being overshadowed in academics or athletics, so she aimed to become a social queen.
In middle school she ruined everything by ranting about classmates on her blog — but if the blog hadn't been found, she would've been beloved.
Manipulating others was easy for her.
Three days later, this time she targeted Yamauchi.
"Um… I know I just asked about Ike-kun, but…
Yamauchi-kun said Sakura-san is easier to target…
Since Sakura-san is quiet and doesn't have people she can rely on… he said if she were attacked she might not report it…
I-I'm scared…"
Perfect trembling voice acting.
Girls comforted her.
"…But is that even real?"
It was too convenient that she overheard *both* guys.
Maybe Kushida was lying to frame them.
But she was prepared.
Suddenly my earphones played crackly audio — her secret recording.
Probably edited.
"Yeah, Sakura's good. Big tits. Wanna hit that once."
"If you attack her at night, it might work!"
"Hahaha, should I try?"
Only that.
Likely something they joked during raping Kushida.
She recorded it to set them up later.
She knew it sounded unnatural, but she still used it.
"Whoa, that's seriously bad."
"Even as a joke that's unacceptable."
"They're trash. They should die."
"This is too much. Should we tell a teacher?"
"But… but…"
Kushida interjected timidly:
"…Wouldn't that hurt our class…?"
If reported, they'd be summoned, scolded, then released — no punishment since they "did nothing."
…Except they *actually* raped her.
The issue would end there.
They'd just be hated.
Kushida wouldn't accept that.
"Everyone is studying hard right now…
If those two cause trouble, all our efforts might go to waste…"
Previously she suggested reporting.
Now she discouraged it.
No one questioned it.
Kushida's acting and manipulation dominated their thinking.
"Seriously, those guys are trash."
"Total deadweight perverts."
Thus the issue was shelved,
and Ike and Yamauchi were despised even more.
Within days they were isolated.
A boy approached them:
"Hey, something's going on with you two."
"What's going on?"
"I dunno the details."
He scratched his head and was pulled away by another boy —
because the girls were staring daggers at all the guys.
In the group chat, there were plans to ostracize Ike and Yamauchi.
Of course, as a loner, I wasn't invited to any group chat.