Ryūen Kakeru POV

I never thought this school would just hand us a vacation for free, but the fact they actually hit us with a surprise special exam out of nowhere made things pretty damn interesting—that was my first impression the moment I heard the test explained on the uninhabited island.

The rules aren’t hard. Use the given 300 CP worth of points wisely to get through a week on the uninhabited island, and on the final day, guess the leaders of the other classes. If you guess right, that’s an extra 50 CP per class. You can get a maximum of 150 CP. Hearing that, I decided to aim every single sight on nothing but the leader guesses.

From the start, getting the whole class to cooperate for a week isn’t realistic in my class, where I run a dictatorship.

Sure, forcing them to obey isn’t hard, but if people start dropping from poor health because of it, that’s an instant out. In that case, the most realistic move is to spend the points up front and have all the dead weight retire.

Here’s the plan. I’d approach one of the A, B, or D classes and offer to provide them aid worth about 200 of the 300 points. Obviously, not for free. The condition would be that every member of their class transfers 20,000 PP to me every month until graduation.

That said, nobody’s generous enough to accept on that alone. As a clearer benefit, I’d also include a contract to hand over leader information from another class.

Whether that’s expensive or cheap probably depends on the person, but the class most likely to take this deal is Class A.

Right now, that class is split between the Sakayanagi and Katsuragi factions. Katsuragi, who’s leading Class A this time, probably wants results, and on top of that Class A is swimming in PP day to day. It wouldn’t be strange for them to think, “20,000 PP is nothing.”

Once the plan was set, everything after that was lightning fast.

We’d make the beach our base camp. Out of the 300 CP, we’d exchange most of 100 for gear to enjoy a vacation. We’d use another 100 for food, toilets, showers, and such, and let them buy whatever they wanted with the remaining 100.

Then, right around when Class A had decided on their base camp, I brought them the contract, and by evening it was signed.

The contract goes like this:

・ Class C will provide Class A with goods worth 200 of the 300 points usable in this exam.

・ All members of Class A will transfer 20,000 PP per month to Ryūen Kakeru by the end of each month.

・ This contract is finalized by Class C handing over leader information from either Class B or Class D to Class A, and Class C will provide the 200 points’ worth of goods first. Should the contract not be finalized, the obligation for Class A to pay PP is void.

・ Once finalized, Class A will continue to honor the contract for as long as Ryūen Kakeru remains enrolled.

・ The contents of this contract must not be disclosed to any third party.

Well, it’s a bit tilted in Class A’s favor, but no problem. After that, I just needed to send out two spies and have them dig up the leader info for Class B and Class D.

On the first day, I kept it to just delivering the bare minimum supplies to Class A, then sent Ibuki and Kaneda out as spies.

After that, for a few days we’d show the other classes how we were living it up, lure them into letting their guard down, make them think we’d retired, and I’d go into hiding alone.

The contract says nothing about not naming the other class’s leader. After that, I’d just have Katsuragi probe things and find the leader of Class A—or so I thought, but that information came from an unexpected place.

It happened on the fourth day, after we’d flaunted our luxury on the second and third days and I started laying low. Hashimoto from Class A found where I was way too easily and came with a deal.

To be precise, it was Hashimoto’s deal—or rather, a deal from Sakayanagi. The gist was that in exchange for handing over info on the leaders of Class A and the other classes as soon as they were identified, I would name the Class A leader.

Since it didn’t particularly clash with my own goals, I accepted his terms and got the information that Class A’s leader was Totsuka Yahiko. That locked in 50 CP for sure.

It seems Hashimoto wags his tail at all sorts of people—not just at Sakayanagi and Class A, but others too. Still, a fence-sitter like that is handy to use as long as he’s not opposing you, so I’ll make the most of him.

On the fifth day, Kaneda brought in the leader info for Class B. Apparently, the alertness had grown stronger for some reason since the night of the second day, but because that wariness increased, he got a lead on the leader.

That woman Shiranami, who was keeping an extra eye on Kaneda—focusing on her and confirming she was holding the key card was a nice bit of work.

However, even knowing the leader, we couldn’t get to conclusive proof, so the contract with Class A couldn’t be finalized.

Katsuragi’s a guy so conservative it deserves a label. He won’t accept anything without physical evidence. I even had to have a camera prepared for it.

On the sixth day, Ibuki finally brought back leader info in the form of a photo.

What we needed to finalize the contract was leader info from either B or D, so with this the contract with Class A was sealed. I had Ibuki and Kaneda retire, and all that was left was to keep updating spots and wait for the final day.

On the seventh day, combining the spot bonuses, points stood at 176. A more than solid result. Other than Class A, the other classes probably could only keep 150 to 200 points at best. Subtract the leader-guessing penalties from that, and about half of those points would vanish. Only Class A would probably be left with a full 270, but I’d just have to accept that.

Or so I thought.

But the results were completely different from what I predicted. Class A got 70 points, Class B 190 points, Class C 0 points, Class D 247 points—Class D was the solo winner.

They said Class D saved close to 150 points including bonus spots. That means of the 247 points, it’s safe to see 147 as the points initially given plus the bonus points.

The remaining 100 can only be from leader guesses. Looking at the other classes’ info, it’s certain that Class A and my class were guessed correctly.

But my class got 0 points? Even if I was named and we lost the bonus points, the +100 from our correct leader guesses should have remained. The fact that disappeared means I can only assume I missed the leader.

No, I was made to miss.

Class D’s Suzune had retired. If the leader retires, the system probably changes the leader. Otherwise, this result can’t happen.

In Class D, Suzune was no longer the leader. That’s why the Class D leader I wrote down was wrong, and the plus from guessing Class A and Class B’s leaders was canceled out by my mistake and the fact they guessed ours. All bonus points were lost, dropping us to 0. That’s how it went.

Class B’s 190 is because they lost bonus points from my guess but recovered by successfully naming Class A. Class A’s 70 is because they were named by every class and failed to guess Class D’s leader. If you think of it that way, everything adds up.

In other words, they’re there.

Hidden in Class D is someone with the intelligence to outsmart me. What’s more, someone with the unpredictability to use surprise attacks and dirty tricks—the kind of strategy I myself favor.

It’s not Suzune. That kind of plan isn’t something a goody-goody like her would think up. If so, the other high possibilities are Tsubaki Yuki, who became a student council officer faster than anyone else in our year, or the leader, Kushida Kikyo—no, maybe even those two are decoys, and the real one is hiding behind them.

Come to think of it, Kushida Kikyo let something strange slip when she came to observe Class C’s situation. Was that because she’d already noticed the link between me and Class A and came to probe?

No, but the Kushida Kikyo I know is basically a good person on the surface, the type who tries to get along with students from other classes.

I don’t know what she’s got going on inside, but it’s hard to imagine someone who always plays the good girl using a scheme like this. People like that don’t take actions that carelessly earn grudges.

In the first place, a plan like this one requires the time and effort of having people from other classes infiltrate, confirm the existence of the card, and learn the leader—just like Ibuki and Kaneda did. So it’s not a strategy you open with. It’s probably a countermeasure after seeing through my scheme. In that case, the very leader who switched places with Suzune is the mastermind.

Well, fine. It’s fine if they’re hiding now. I’ll definitely find them someday and make them taste defeat. I don’t know what kind of person the mastermind is, but I’ll make them regret showing their tail this early.

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Ibuki Mio POV

In a single day, my entire life was turned upside down.

The special exam on the uninhabited island began, and on Ryūen’s orders, to investigate Class D’s leader, I started observing near their base camp. That was the beginning of everything.

Meeting Ayanokōji Kiyotaka—encountering this guy—you could say that was the start of all my misfortune.

In this exam, if someone from another class comes near, suspicion is inevitably drawn. That’s exactly why I planned to act hostile right up to the last moment, deliberately making them wary so they’d get the impression that a spy wouldn’t go out of their way to do something like that.

Because of that, I also turned down Ayanokōji’s invitation and had resolved myself to sleep outdoors that night—however, the next thing I knew, I’d been pinned down by the Class D girls and had my pants pulled off. Even when I tried to scream, my mouth was covered and no voice came out. I could breathe thanks to my nose being fine, but with three of them holding me, I couldn’t even move.

After that, I tasted a humiliation I can’t even bear to speak about. They forcibly toyed with places I don’t even touch much myself, and before I knew it, I lost consciousness and was thrown away in some unknown cave, stripped of my clothes.

The sun had already set, and if I wandered around carelessly I could end up stranded. No, without any clothes to begin with, there was no way I could even go outside.

As night came and I felt a slight chill, Ayanokōji showed up with water and food. I’d rather die than accept pity from a guy like this—but I’d just been forced into climax earlier, and my body was dehydrated. At this rate, I might collapse before I could even get payback.

Reluctantly, I put the food and water he gave me in my mouth. I had absolutely no idea what this guy wanted, but if things kept going like this, it wouldn’t be strange for me to be threatened and made to do something weird.

If I was going to be threatened, I’d threaten him instead.

I’d beat this guy down, steal his clothes, and put him through a miserable time in return—or so I thought, but that plan ended in failure.

Ayanokōji was strong, contrary to his appearance.

He saw through every single one of my kicks, showing plenty of composure as if he could take me down any time. At the very least, I couldn’t beat him as I was now. Even if I didn’t want to, the fact that he’d dodged everything told me that clearly.

In the end, it was my body Ayanokōji was after.

In exchange for Class D’s key card, I was forced to agree to become this guy’s slave for the rest of the school year. With my clothes taken and the power of life and death in his hands, there was no way I could resist.

Still, as the bare minimum of resistance, I wouldn’t hand over my body until the contract was sealed—but Ayanokōji demanded service as payment for the food and water he gave me. When he said he’d cancel the contract if I refused, there was simply no way for me to refuse.

It was humiliation.

For me to kneel before a man and be toyed with as he pleased—it was nothing short of humiliation itself. I was so mortified that tears welled up in my eyes without thinking, but that man licked them up and began toying with my body. I wanted to reject it, but when he said, “I won’t go all the way. If you don’t like it, the contract’s off,” I had no choice but to submit.

Just like before I’d been brought here, this guy seemed used to this kind of thing, and before long Ayanokōji’s hands drew sexual sensations out of my body.

Even when I tried to hold my voice in, I couldn’t, and a voice I couldn’t believe was my own echoed through the cave. Yet, right at the moment when I was about to reach the limit, Ayanokōji stopped his hand with an unpleasant grin.

Then, once the heat left my body, he started moving his hands again and drove me into a corner once more. But he absolutely wouldn’t let me climax. He tormented me right at the edge by every means possible, forcing me to be denied.

Looking at his face, it was painfully obvious he was trying to make me beg for it. I’d rather die than do something like that—or so I thought. But before I knew it, I had thrown my pride away and was begging for Ayanokōji. There I was, a woman who’d cast aside shame and reputation, wiggling my hips and craving a man.

I don’t want to admit it.

That this is me.

However, Ayanokōji didn’t take me. “The contract isn’t fully done yet. You said so yourself, right?” he said, and kept me on edge, teasing me relentlessly.

In the end, the denial lasted until morning, and my head was completely broken. The only thing I could think about was obtaining pleasure—before I was aware, Ayanokōji had led me and, with a Class D teacher as witness, the contract was executed.

I don’t really understand it, but if the contract went through, that means I don’t have to hold back anymore.

I sought Ayanokōji. He didn’t tease me anymore either. Without feeling a shred of that first-time pain, I kept seeking him until I came back to my senses—and before I realized it, I was even kissing him.

Afterward, Ayanokōji handed me the key card as contracted, and with this it was settled that I’d be his slave for the rest of the school year. Of course, I have no intention of betraying my class. No matter how much I drown in pleasure, I have no plans of crossing that one line, and he didn’t seem to intend to make me cross it either.

Once the uninhabited island exam ended and we returned to the ship, he’ll probably summon me again. But as long as it’s in the contract, I can’t refuse. I’ll reluctantly go to him and just be forcibly taken.

Fine. I just have to endure it until the end of the school year. If I endure that, the contract will be dissolved—yet, seven and a half months remain. Just imagining how many times I’ll be held by this man sent a sudden throb through my lower body.