The next day, after a night of rest, the classroom was no different from what it normally is.
There was no sign of a commotion just because Kurosawaāsan did not come to school for two days in a row.
Come to think of it, she usually misses a lot of school time because of her modelling work. Thatās why everyone probably thinks itās just a regular thing. The only thing I can say is that I overheard Kurosawaās boyfriend, Kasuya, saying in an annoyed voice that his SNS messages are not being read.
āTchā¦ā¦.ā
But Kasuya-kunās tongue, as soon as I heard it, sent a chill down to my spine.
I remember that I havenāt taken Kurosawaāsanās phone away. Looking at Kasuyaākun, it seems that fortunately the room was out of range, but I shudder to think what would have happened if the phone or internet had been working.
I have to be more careful. As Kurosawaāsan said yesterday, what I did was considered kidnapping.
In contrast to the grumpy Kasuya-kun, Tatsuoka-kun and his friends were as noisy as ever. Perhaps they are no longer interested in me,they have not been involved with me since then.
Also, speaking of unusual things, itās worrying that Masaki-chan was glancing anxiously at me during lunchtime. I donāt think she has any suspicions about Kurosawa-san, but I guess it doesnāt hurt much being careful.
Another day passed without incident, and it was 8.30 in the morning on Saturday, my day off.
It had been two whole days since I had locked Kurosawa-san in that room.
I finished breakfast quickly, told my mother I was going to have a good nightās sleep and returned to my room.
āNowā¦ā¦.ā
I called up the door, suppressing my heart.
I feel like a potter unloading a kiln. I wonder how Kurosawa-san is doing?
Feeling my heart pounding, I put my hand on the door knob with a 500ml plastic bottle in my hand and a large flashlight in one hand.
Gently, I open the door. But I donāt step in immediately.
I donāt want to enter the room without caution, because if I enter the room and get attacked, Iāll be in for a world of hurt. There is nothing wrong with being cautious.
If Liliās explanation is correct, she shouldnāt be able to come out of the room without my permission, so I carefully peek inside.
When I shine my torch inside, the first thing that catches my eye is a blazer that has been taken off on the floor. A bag with its contents scattered around. Beyond that, at the far end of the room, I saw Kurosawa-san leaning against the wall and nodding her head.
A loosened ribbon. Her chest, open to the second button. The thin necklace peeking out from there reflected the light of the torch, making it appear white. Her wrists were hanging slackly and she was sitting down with her legs thrown out sloppily.
When I entered the room and closed the door behind me, she looked up quietly.
Her behaviour is vanishingly feeble. Her eyes are unfocussed and vacant. Her cheeks were hollowed out, and there seemed to be a faint shadow under her eyes.
āUwaā¦ā¦. I canāt believe I did this by myself, ā¦ā¦ in just two days, sheās become like this.ā
The strong-willed Kurosawa-san was not even a shadow of her former self.
āGood morning, Kurosawa-san.ā
āā¦ā¦S-Save me. Please⦠Forgive me.ā
What replied me back was a scruffy voice, like a burnt-out hostess in a TV drama. It was as if the high-pitched bawling I had heard so many times before two days ago was a lie.
I felt a thrill, an electric current running down my spine.
Unknowingly, the edges of my mouth lifted.
What is this? Iām having so much fun.
āI told you, Iāll never let you out.ā
āIām going to dieā¦ā¦ā
āHaha, come to think of it, if people donāt drink water for about three days, they die of dehydration. In other words, Kurosawa-san has only one day left in her life. Tomorrow, it will be goodbye, Kurosawa-san.ā
āArere? Thatās strange. When I asked for forgiveness, did Kurosawa-san ever forgive me?ā
To be honest I have no intention of killing her, but I just wanted to tease her.
As soon as I told her that, Kurosawa-sanās face contorted and she began to cry. But she probably didnāt drink enough water. There was no sign of tears spilling over. Only a dog-like moan of [uuuuu] spilled from her thirsty lips.
A thrill runs up my spine again.
Maybe itās because Iāve always been on the receiving end of bullies, now Iām enjoying bullying her so much that Iām likely to overdo it.
I walk up to her, grab her chin and make her look up, forcing her to make eye contact with me.
Then I looked at her with cold eyes as she was frightened and said.
āIām not going to forgive you.ā
āIf itās money, I have a little over a million yen in savings.ā
āHeee, modelling makes a lot of money, doesnāt it? But I donāt want it.ā
A casual look around reveals a phone with a broken LCD lying by the wall. She must have thrown it at him in a fit of hysteria. Itās a model, after all. Even the things they take it out on cost money.
āT-Then, Iāllā¦. get you and Masaki on the same page. You like her, donāt you? Masaki.ā
āOh dear, yesterday you told me not to get close to Masaki-chan. Now, youāre going to sell your friend? I see.ā
āUuu, Uuuā¦Thatās becauseā¦.ā
āBut Iām sorry, but Masaki-chan is just as guilty. She talked to Kurosawa-san and thatās why this happened. Once Kurosawa-san is dealt with, sheās next.ā
As soon as she heard the word [Once Kurosawa-san is dealt with], she choked up with a [Hiii].
āDoādonāt kill meā¦ā¦.ā
āHmm, You donāt want to die. But at this rate, youāll die of dehydration.ā
Saying this, I shake the plastic bottle in front of her.
Whatās inside is not even mineral water. Itās just tap water.
But as soon as she saw it, her eyes were glued to the bottle and she gulped.
āDo you want some?ā
āI really want itā¦ā¦ā
In a manner of speaking, I was going to threaten her with ćby the power of the devil, a curse of instant death will placed on her if she told anyone about me, ć, and then send her home with that water bottle.
Lili told me it was [lame Devi] a lot, but I thought this was what revenge would be like, or so I thought. After her, Kasuya-kun, Tatsuoka-kun, Fujiwara-san, Masaki-chan and their other cronies. There are still more people for me to take revenge against.
But I changed my mind a little.
Sheās strong-willed and scary, but Kurosawa-san is still a beautiful girl.
Her figure is slender and thin, not particularly big, but she has some showing.
Itās one of the perks of being allowed to rub her tits.
Tits are better than revenge. Itās all about the tits, isnāt it?
If I took a survey of the men of the world, I would get 80% agreement.
Iesu, tits! Hairu, tits!
(yes,heil. I leave it as katakana cause itās more funnier)
āNow lets see.. What should I make you do for me?ā
I make a deliberate gesture of thinking about it. And thenā¦
āThen, Your titsā¦ā¦.ā
Just as I was about to finish my sentence, Kurosawa-san interrupted me.
āIāll have sex with you!ā
āā¦ā¦ā¦..Hmm?ā
Iāll have sex with you? Sex with you? Sheāll have sex with me!?
I involuntarily peeled my eyes.
āThaā, Thaā,Thaāā¦Thatās means,I-I I can have s-sex with her!??ā
āFāfrom the very beginning, you were going to do that ā¦ā¦werenāt you? I donāt care if you violate me, Iāll hold outā¦ā¦. just pleaseā¦.. donāt kill me.ā
With a pleading, crying face, she began unbuttoning the third and fourth buttons of her blouse, and a light blue bra glimpsed out from her bare chest.
Instantly, I felt my head boiling.
She may be the skinny type, but her cleavage is much deeper than I had imagined, and her throat gurgles involuntarily.
āWait, wait, wait! Donāt panic, me!ā
It may sound strange when you think about it, but up until this point I had never thought that I could have sex with her. Itās not that Iām a saint. I just thought that sex was a faraway thing.
But even if she said she was going to have sex with me, I was completely inexperienced.
Iāve never had a girlfriend before, and Iām a complete utter virgin. I am THE virgin with the definite article.
In contrast, Kurosawa-san has a boyfriend, and although she is a reader model, she must be a celebrity. The entertainment industry is quite disorganised.
(ā»Biassed)
She gives her body away so easily. Kurosawa-san must be an outrageous bitch. She must be a so-called sex goddess. I canāt be her partner. Thereās no way I could be. Itās as reckless as aiming to climb Mount Everest in shorts and flip-flops.
āI want to have sex with her. I want to fuck her so badlyā¦ā¦ā
But if she laughed at my poor sex, her mental superiority could be reversed.
With tears of blood streaming down inside my heart, I remove my hand from Kurosawa-sanās chin and spit it out with a disinterested look on my face.
āNot interested in bitches.ā
āIām not aā¦..bitch, you know. Iād ratherā¦ā¦endure it than to die, you know.ā
Itās all an act anyway. Iām not going to be seduced by that.
I throw the plastic bottle towards her and turn my back.
āYou ruined my mood. You can drink it on your own.ā
I said this over my shoulder and stepped out of the door.
Then, after closing the door behind me, there was a moment of silence.
From outside the window, I hear the voices of the neighbourhood children frolicking around.
I took a deep breath and did some stretching. Then I raise my voice.
āLili!ćLili! Come on out! Lili! I know youāre in there!ā
āWhatā¦youāre so noisy devi.ā
Immediately, the red-haired girl in her usual bondage fashion appears in mid-air, scratching her head in a troublesome manner. As soon as I saw her, I got down on my knees and said..