155 It's NTR! It's really NTR!
[Miharutaki: How much do you want?]
[Nadeshiko: That depends on...]
This message hadn't even been fully composed before it was sent out, as if something life-threatening had happened that forced her to abandon the idea of finishing the message.
And indeed, that was exactly the case.
Plop—Rurichou Nadeshiko fell to her knees in a duck-sit position on the floor, feeling the cold, metallic sensation on her neck, shivering so hard she couldn't utter a word.
She didn't even have time to think about when another person had entered her home. Her survival instincts kicked in under the threat of the blade, and she whimpered for mercy:
"Don't, don't kill me."
"Your phone~"
Yor's voice was sweet, but Miss Nadeshiko had no time to appreciate it. Overwhelmed by fear, her trembling hand dropped the phone onto the ground.
I'm finished! she thought despairingly, closing her eyes tightly. Just like the scenes in movies, she figured the assassin behind her was about to slit her throat.
"I—I—I closed my eyes! I can't see you! Please, please don't kill me!"
While she begged for her life, she was surprised to feel the cold sensation on her neck disappear.
That sweet voice came again at her ear:
"Now take off your clothes."
"Eh?"
"Didn't hear me clearly?"
"I understand!"
Rurichou Nadeshiko, trembling, quickly stripped off her outer clothes.
When her hands reached for her underwear, she hesitated, blushing fiercely:
"D-Do I have to take this off too?"
Even though the other party is also a woman...
She's not going to make me die completely naked, is she? That would be too humiliating...
"Leave the underwear on."
"Okay, okay."
With her eyes still tightly shut, Rurichou Nadeshiko couldn't see what Miss Yor was doing.
Yor bent down, showing off a graceful curve as she picked up the fallen phone, completely deleted the original video, then mischievously opened the messaging panel, replying to Hikigaya with:
[Mission completed],
before deleting all the conversation threads from the phone.
Then she pulled out her own phone and recorded a 360° all-angle, no-dead-spot video of Miss Nadeshiko, who had the aura of an aristocratic young lady, now left only in her underwear.
After finishing all this, Miss Yor walked to the entrance, grandly opened the front door.
"Don't even think about calling the police, Miss Nadeshiko~ I've already memorized all your information~ After I step through this door, you can open your eyes."
"I understand! I absolutely won't call the police!"
Click—
The sound of the door closing reached her ears. Only then did Rurichou Nadeshiko slowly, tremblingly open her eyes.
Everything that had just happened seemed like a dream.
The furniture in the house hadn't changed a bit.
Only the slight breeze on her face reminded her of what had happened.
Her gaze turned toward the window, now inexplicably wide open, and she murmured in disbelief:
"This is the eleventh floor!"
This unimaginable scene completely crushed her thought of calling the police.
'If I called the police on someone like that... I'd be the first to die.'
'Why... Why the hell did I provoke someone like that?!'
Tears welled up in Rurichou Nadeshiko's eyes.
Even now she hadn't fully grasped what had happened.
But fortunately, the video in her own phone was still there.
She could still get the Steinway piano.
She would just treat everything that happened just now as nothing but a dream~
She wiped the corners of her eyes and focused her gaze back on the phone screen.
But the empty photo gallery froze her small sense of triumph into stone.
...
[Hikigaya: If anyone tries to blackmail you again, just ignore them.]
[Miharutaki: Okay.]
Miharutaki Sakura set down her phone, puzzled.
Why did he say "if anyone still tries to blackmail you"?
...
The next day.
A bizarre post appeared on the forum of Hyakkaou Academy.
A user with the ID "Rainy Night with a Blade" posted several extremely stimulating pictures.
Although the images had been blurred, you could barely make out that the protagonist appeared to be a girl.
All the critical areas were covered; even a bit of thigh wasn't visible.
But high school students in Japan at this age had seen countless adult content—mentally decoding the censored parts—they quickly understood the story implied by the images.
"It's NTR! It's true NTR!! Someone actually posted this kind of degeneracy at our school?!"
"Who is it?!"
"So bold! I'm getting all fired up!"
"The girl's body looks really great, but the censorship is too heavy, can't see anything clearly!"
"Looks like she's being pulled backward by her hair... that's a rough sex pose... damn, I'm jealous!"
"Moo, she's mine!"
Within a night, the topic fermented and hundreds of replies stacked up.
It wasn't until the next day that the forum disciplinary committee finally archived the post temporarily and reported it to Juraku Sachiko.
Such vile incidents naturally could not escape the student council's punishment.
The account "Rainy Night with a Blade" was immediately permanently banned.
However, the identity of the account holder remained a mystery.
Juraku Sachiko had a faint idea but kept silent, a slight smile curling her lips as she printed out the photos and placed them on the table at the student council's regular meeting.
Juraku Sachiko stood up, her ten fingers pressing heavily on the table, body leaning slightly forward, radiating oppressive force:
"Last night, someone posted these photos on Hyakkaou Academy's forum.
Currently, we can't trace the culprit through the IP address."
"Everyone here is a core member of the student council.
Let's analyze who the people in the photos are, and who might have taken them."
Momobami Kirari, being an insider, propped her head lazily with one hand, looking at the photos with interest, subtly glancing at Yomozuki Runa.
After all, she had watched the entire "live show" from beginning to end.
"A lewd girl, daring enough to do it at school and take pictures too? She must have some perverted fetish~" — Yumemite Yumemi
"Tch. Filthy lowlifes." — Nishinotouin Yuriko
"Yo, not bad! Looks like the girl enjoyed herself a lot.
I'd love to play with that boy too." — Ikishima Midari
"Boring." — Manyuda Kaede
"President, you mustn't look! It's way too indecent!" — Igarashi Sayaka
"Quite interesting, isn't it~" — The instigator, Yomozuki Runa
Among all the student council executives, two people remained silent.
One was Miharutaki Sakura—
hands gripping her knees tightly, head bowed in shame, her face so red it looked like it might bleed.
Every time someone spoke, she felt like she was losing moisture from her body.
The other was Mibuomi Aoi.
He frowned deeply, his expression full of confusion.
The photos gave him a strong sense of déjà vu, as if he knew very well both the boy and girl in them.
'Who... exactly... is it?'