Chiba Municipal Sobu High School
At this moment, in a teacher's private office, two pairs of eyes met—one pair slightly unfocused, the other filled with deep resentment.
"Teacher Hiratsuka!"
A voice tinged with grievance came from Yazuki, his resentful gaze making Hiratsuka Shizuka, who was rubbing her cheek, look away awkwardly.
"Uh… I-I didn't know they'd be this ruthless. More importantly, what's up with you? How did you manage to provoke three girls into coming to school just to beat you up? Are you two-timing—no, three-timing them?"
Hiratsuka, rubbing her cheek, was at a loss for words. Opposite her, Yazuki was a complete mess. His eyes were bloodshot from the effects of pepper spray.
There was a visible tire mark across his face, his hair was a disheveled, frizzy mess—like he had been electrocuted—and his clothes were wrinkled and torn.
He looked like he had just come out of a brutal fight.
To top it off, his upper body was partially bare, revealing several bruises in the shape of women's shoe prints on his back.
What the hell happened? Let's rewind.
On his way to school, Yazuki had been riding his bike when he was called over by the guidance counselor, Hiratsuka Shizuka. She told him someone had come to see him.
Someone was looking for him? At school? Who could it be?
Without thinking too much, he followed Hiratsuka. When they arrived outside a designated guest room, Hiratsuka stopped and leaned against the wall, showing no intention of going in with him—like she didn't want to interfere in his personal matters. She simply waited outside.
The moment Yazuki opened the door, a figure hidden in the corner lunged at him, knocking him to the ground and sliding him across the floor. Worse, his "son" was in serious danger—the attacker had stomped directly on his backside, covering a wide impact area.
"Ugh—!"
Before he could even curse, something round, soft, smooth, and white was stuffed into his mouth—no, it was literally a steamed bun, don't get the wrong idea! It was forcefully shoved in, rendering him speechless.
Looking up along the fair-skinned hand that had fed him the bun, he saw a pair of gem-like green eyes beneath silky purple-red hair, gazing at him with unsettling gentleness.
It was the crazy girl who had been chasing him.
She pulled out a small canister.
Shit!
Before he could react by holding his breath and closing his eyes, she smiled (like a devil) and sprayed him.
"Ugh—!!!"
Damn it, he was blind! His eyes burned like fire, tears streaming uncontrollably. Worse, he accidentally inhaled some of it, setting his throat ablaze as well.
Just as Yazuki endured the pain and reached out to grab her, something heavy slammed into him—a dismantled bicycle wheel.
Stars exploded in his vision.
He didn't even need to guess; the assailant was undoubtedly that violent red-haired girl.
And the one who tackled him so hard his back nearly broke? Definitely that little fallen angel loli.
—Crackle, crackle
The sound of electric sparks came from behind him, followed by the sinister chuckle of the fallen angel loli. His hair stood on end.
A second later, his back suddenly felt lighter—she had moved away. This was his chance to flip over!
But before he could, something jabbed into his back.
A sharp, electrifying pain spread through his body instantly.
No doubt about it, that was a damn taser.
'Hiratsuka Shizuka, you traitor of a teacher, even if I become a ghost, I won't forgive you!'
He was done for.
What now?
Play dead!
"Oh?"
The moment the taser's current stopped, it was immediately pressed back against him—this time with even higher voltage.
Yazuki could almost see the merciless gaze of the little fallen angel behind him.
Hol—hold on!
Every time the taser stopped, it was shoved against him again, shocking him repeatedly.
After several cycles, when it seemed like he had stopped responding, the fallen angel girl seemed to lose interest. She spat in disdain and gave him a few kicks before finally stopping the electric torture.
Then, he heard footsteps walking past him toward the door.
Were they leaving?
Carefully, Yazuki cracked open his burning, teary eyes.
Through the blur, he saw three figures walking away. He also noticed something nearby—a cat paw-shaped taser discarded on the ground.
Crackle—!
It was still fully charged. A wicked grin spread across Yazuki's face.
At the same time, as if sensing something was off, the three girls near the door instinctively tried to scatter.
But it was too late.
Like an octopus, Yazuki lunged, dragging all three of them together. The taser, squeezed between their bodies, discharged violently.
This was his suicide attack, his best possible move.
If he targeted only one person, the other two would just counterattack.
Crackle—!
Electricity coursed through all four of them.
Yazuki, already "experienced" in this kind of electrocution, merely grunted. The other three, however, screamed in different pitches.
Despite their struggles, Yazuki refused to let go, clinging to them like a stubborn octopus.
Swoosh!
The door suddenly slid open.
Standing at the entrance was Hiratsuka Shizuka, who had sensed something was off.
"You all—"
What she saw made her speechless.
The four of them were tangled together in the most compromising positions imaginable.
For instance, Yazuki's hand had somehow ended up between one girl's legs while grabbing another girl's thigh. The whole scene looked incredibly lewd.
The four of them trembled and writhed together.
T-This was beyond shameless! Were they… were they doing this to taunt her, a single woman?!
Hiratsuka's expression darkened.
Yazuki sure had guts, taking advantage of her absence to engage in this kind of depravity with three girls?!
Bastard! If they wanted to do this, they should at least go home! No, scratch that—this kind of immoral behavior was unacceptable anywhere!
As a guidance counselor, she had to set this guy straight.
Wait—something wasn't right.
She noticed the flickering sparks of electricity between them.
They were being electrocuted!
Hiratsuka's face darkened further when she saw Yazuki suddenly bite down on the blonde girl's butt, making her shriek.
In the end, with Hiratsuka's intervention, the four were finally separated.
Seeing that the girls couldn't retaliate further under the teacher's watchful eye, they had no choice but to leave—especially the blonde, who spat out multiple threats before storming off.
And thus, a new legend was born at Sobu High School.
Yazuki—a shameless scumbag who juggled three girls at once.
So, back to the present.
"We know each other well. Do you really think I'm that kind of person?"
Yazuki grumbled as he wiped his face with something.
Huh?
The material felt silky smooth, soft, and exuded a strangely intoxicating scent that made his hormones stir.
For a moment, he was lost in the sensation.
Then, he noticed Hiratsuka staring at him with absolute disgust—like she was looking at a cockroach.
Wait… what was he holding?
Looking down, his face went rigid with embarrassment.
A strip of black silk fabric.
During the struggle earlier, it must have been torn off from the red-haired girl's stockings and somehow ended up in his pocket.
Now, without realizing it, he had brought it to his nose and sniffed it...
"Pervert!"
"I'm not! I didn't! Stop talking nonsense!"
Deny, deny, deny!
...
Meanwhile, in another world, one of the twin blue moons in the sky was beginning to fall…