Real teaching, but diary flow

"You've been bullied before, haven't you?"

Shiho Manabe stated her intuition quite directly.

“?!” Karuizawa Megumi reacted with obvious trembling.

Then, Shiho Manabe couldn't help but laugh:

"Pfft, hahaha, look at yourself, you're shaking so much, isn't it funny? Someone who was bullied is actually standing above Class D and becoming the girls' opinion leader."

"That's really interesting."

I've been found out, I've been exposed, I'm doomed, my life is over, my high school years are now bleak and hopeless—

Karuizawa Kei was left with only such panicked thoughts.

She couldn't even remember calling out "teacher" as she had just said it.

"Wait, wait a minute..." She was completely flustered, blurting out whatever came to mind, "I think I do remember someone like that. I apologize, I'm sorry, I apologize..."

She finally stopped insisting on being 'right' and stopped trying to find reasons and excuses to justify her actions.

"I...I've already apologized, so this can be over now..." She turned her head away, not daring to look at Manabe Shiho, and said, leaning against the wall.

But instead, Shiho Manabe scoffed, "Huh?"

"Isn't it a bit selfish of you to say it's over now?"

"What kind of apology is this? At least bow your head and kneel down!" Her desire to assault him was rising. Seeing Karuizawa Megumi's timid, changed expression, and cowering demeanor, Manabe Shiho suddenly grabbed her hair, forcefully lifting her head and yelling at her, "Don't you understand?!"

"I, I, I..." Karuizawa Megumi's voice grew softer and softer.

She was trembling, as if she really intended to sit down.

Just as Manabe Shiho and the others were staring at her, just as the corners of Manabe Shiho and the others were turning up in a smile.

"'At least bow your head and sit down!'" The words spoken by Shiho Manabe, reproduced in the recording and accompanied by a slight static, echoed loudly in the surroundings.

"Who?!" Suddenly, Shiho Manabe turned her head.

Then, with a recorder in hand, Asakusa Tetsu's figure emerged from the shadows.

“Me,” he said.

"Asakusa-san?" Shiho Manabe's surging emotions and the corners of her mouth suddenly froze: "You, me, her..."

In a panic, she snapped her fingers and released her grip on Karuizawa Megumi's hair.

Unconsciously, I stepped back, my brain racing as I frantically tried to come up with an explanation.

"I didn't do anything—" She was about to say that she hadn't done anything, but then she suddenly realized that this might be the same as Karuizawa Kei's behavior. But if she were to admit that she was planning to bully Karuizawa Kei, the situation would be different.

"It's just a minor conflict between girls..."

So, she hesitated and gave this explanation.

"And, it has nothing to do with you, Asakusa-kun, right?"

She wanted to be stubborn, but it seemed...

"I'm sorry, I apologize, I apologize, I'm so sorry Karuizawa-san!"

I can't quite bring myself to be stubborn.

"I've already apologized, so can we just leave it at that?" She raised her hands to indicate that she wouldn't do anything more, but instead of asking for Karuizawa Megumi's opinion, she was asking Asakusa Toru's opinion.

Seeing that Asakusa Tetsu didn't seem to say much, she didn't bother to ask him to delete the recording. Instead, she grabbed her two best friends and ran away through the gap that Asakusa Tetsu hadn't completely covered.

Asakusa Tetsu and Karuizawa Megumi were left alone.

--flutter.

Almost the instant she confirmed that Shiho Manabe had left, Kei Karuizawa made her move.

The tears in the corners of her eyes hadn't been wiped away yet; in fact, even more tears welled up at that moment. Tears streaming down her face, the girl sobbed:

"I'm so scared, I'm so scared, if it weren't for Asakusa-kun, if you hadn't shown up—"

She cried, hugging Asakusa Tetsu's body tightly, forcefully, and fiercely.

Seize this wonderful opportunity.

Obediently stroking Karuizawa Megumi's delicate body, feeling the girl's subtle yet still substantial curves, Asakusa Toru calmly checked the situation on the mini-map.

No one followed behind, and Shiho Manabe, who had escaped, had no intention of hiding nearby to eavesdrop or watch.

Therefore, this is a perfect opportunity.

The baby Karuizawa was whimpering and rubbing against him, seemingly trying to evoke his protective instincts while also probing for something more.

Her movements were not skillful, but instinct seemed to be driving her, making her approach at increasingly tricky frequencies and angles.

Instead of refusing, Asakusa Tetsu gently flicked his thumb.

I switched the recording function on my voice recorder.

Click to play.

"You've been bullied before, haven't you?"

Shiho Manabe's words echoed clearly in the dim, cramped, and solitary space.

Karuizawa Kei's body suddenly stiffened.

"Huh?" She stiffly raised her heavy neck and looked up at Asakusa Tetsu: "Why, why are you playing this recording at this time...?"

His handsome face, which had appeared incredibly gentle, suddenly became somewhat terrifying upon replaying this recording.

Shadows loomed over it.

Did he press the wrong button? Did he press it accidentally?

...So why was this particular sentence recorded in the first place?

If you really want to stop it, you can stop it before you even record that sentence, right?

Since it can record audio, it means...

He arrived a long time ago.

Manabe seems to be afraid of him.

It's not just because he's a man, nor just because of his strength.

that--

Almost instantly, a jumble of thoughts swirled in Karuizawa Megumi's mind, a chaotic jumble of ideas.

But soon, all those thoughts vanished completely.

Because then he lowered his head and looked at her with his beautiful eyes.

“You should know why,” he said.

As soon as the words were spoken, the soothing actions began to change, becoming aggressive and excessive, exceeding the boundaries of soothing and reaching another level.

“Isn’t this what you wanted me to do from the beginning?” He grabbed my hand, his thick palm gathering into shape from bottom to top: “He just came up to me to say hello, making small talk, and his first reaction when he saw me was to hug me and rub against me back and forth.”

"Now you're asking me why?"

The sound, like silk threads, wrapped around Karuizawa Megumi's neck, the sensation of caressing and rubbing so intensely that it made her body tremble.

All the feigned sweet sobs and whimpers transformed at this moment into real...fear.

"No, no!" The moment she came to her senses, she instinctively began to deny it: "I just, I—"

Just what?

Just wanting to parasitize you?

Is he just seeking your protection?

Are they just trying to keep you hanging without actually giving you anything in return?

How could she possibly say that!

but!

"Well......"

"Too...too hard..." Karuizawa Kei couldn't help but plead, "Could you be a little gentler...?"

She dared not let him let go, much less push him away.

"Be gentler?"

He raised an eyebrow and instantly activated the Cloud-Piercing Hand technique.

"No, no..." Karuizawa Kei's legs suddenly went weak.

"You've been bullied."

Asakusa Tetsu pressed his thigh forward, encroaching on Karuizawa Megumi's standing space, and began to speak softly:

“They stuffed thumbtacks into indoor shoes, animal carcasses into drawers, threw dirty water on us when we went to the toilet, and wrote insulting words on our uniforms.”

“You’ve been bullied.” He repeated the words that made Karuizawa Megumi tremble: “You backed down, you were afraid, you gave in.”

"As a result, the bullying escalated, and the bullies went further and further."

"Them? Ah, probably them. They grabbed your hair, stepped on your back, and punched and kicked you, venting their violent emotions."

Asakusa Toru flipped his palm so that it faced upwards, and slightly bent the four fingers except for the middle finger.

then.

It has shrunk.

Like a heartbeat, it conveys emotions, and the muscles are contracting and pulsating.

Tears streamed down Karuizawa Megumi's cheeks.

“You won’t dare to resist. Maybe you’ve thought about resisting before, but you’ll soon stop thinking about it.”

"You only think about what will happen next and how you will be treated tomorrow."

Asakusa Tetsu raised a hand and gently wiped away the tears on her face.

"It wasn't until you received your admission notice from Advanced Education that you felt like you had been given a chance to be reborn, and that you felt you might be able to get rid of this shadow."

The hand that had wiped away her tears wrapped around her neck, the thumb gently caressing the girl's beautiful collarbone.

"You are aware of your powerlessness and understand your incompetence."

"So the first thing after enrolling is to find a protector." He paused slightly, tilting his head: "Well, according to you, it should be called a 'host'."

Karuizawa Kei remained completely still.

She was initially resisting a little, shifting her body, and although it seemed like flirting, she was still trying to escape his restraints, which weren't really restraints.

But when the word 'host' appeared, Karuizawa Megumi stopped moving completely.

She was seen through... no, not just seen through and understood.

It's mind reading.

That's the only answer.

He knows what I'm thinking; he knows everything.

“Yosuke Hirata does seem like a good choice,” Toru Asakusa added. “He’s gentle, sunny, cheerful, and generous.”

"Aside from being assigned to Class D, he seems to have no flaws... In fact, it could be said that he is only suitable to become that target because he was assigned to Class D."

"But you'll soon realize you're wrong." Seemingly tired of playing with her collarbone, Asakusa Tetsu's hand grasped Karuizawa Megumi's cheek, his thumb pressing against her luscious red lips:

"He is very sunny, but it seems he is not actually that sunny. He is very gentle, but it seems he is gentle not only to you."

"so."

Asakusa Tetsu pulled his hand out.

"Let's part ways." The girl's buttocks were gently slapped through her clothes, the unrestrained movement making Karuizawa Megumi feel as if she were being violated.

...But just looking at his face, for some reason, that feeling quietly reversed.

No, the reasons are definitely not just about looks.

Is it power? Is it status?