Kushida Kikyo POV

The request to help corner Horikita mentally came right after I became Ayanokōji-kun’s slave.

A study group that failed, a class incident she couldn’t do anything about, a pitiful woman who can only watch us steadily aiming for the upper classes—honestly, I felt wonderful.

But, at the same time, it’s also unpleasant.

That woman knew my secret. Thanks to Ayanokōji-kun’s reasoning, the possibility that I might be a victim emerged, but even so, the fact that I destroyed my class in the past doesn’t disappear. And that woman had come to know it.

It’s suffocating. Even if Horikita were to expose my secret, I know I wouldn’t take any damage. However, just having my secret known feels like a knife pressed to my throat.

On that point, Ayanokōji-kun is different. Despite being someone who knows the same secret, I feel happy when I’m near him. He understands everything about me and affirms me. Having him know my secret was the greatest fortune imaginable.

But, the only one who should be allowed to bind me is Ayanokōji-kun, yet that woman, simply by knowing the secret, was standing in the same position as him. That I could not stand.

That’s when it happened. By Ayanokōji-kun’s order, it was decided that Horikita would be the leader for the uninhabited island exam.

Honestly, I didn’t understand how Ayanokōji-kun knew that a leader was needed for this exam, or why he wanted to make Horikita the leader.

But, I did as he said. Because everything he says is correct. Thanks to following his words up to now, I’ve become the class leader and am respected by everyone.

At first, I didn’t want to be the leader, because I knew I’d face jealousy and that I myself lacked the qualities of a leader. But he taught me that with proper maneuvering, such things can be managed however you like.

At the very least, the class runs more smoothly with me as the leader than with Horikita. Over these past few months, I’ve gained that confidence.

That’s exactly why handing over temporary leadership rights means nothing. Even if Horikita were to produce results here, my position wouldn’t collapse—he told me so as well.

Probably, this matter was also necessary to drive Horikita into despair. And so, I spent the uninhabited island exam as he instructed. I didn’t do anything special. I just held the class together and got through the week—however, Class D came in 1st place, and before I knew it, Horikita was obeying Ayanokōji-kun.

I could tell immediately that Horikita had changed. I’ve been watching that girl all along. There’s no way I wouldn’t notice.

She was probably held by him. The way Horikita looks at him has changed to the way a woman looks at a man. For that Horikita to have yielded means she must have gone through something quite mentally harsh. Thinking that, I felt it served her right—but the thought that she had come to the same place as me made me sick.

On impulse, as an outlet for my anger, I said something pretty harsh: “Ayanokōji-kun, you actually play!?” and that night I received punishment. He tormented me so much that no amount of apologizing would make him forgive me.

And then, I confessed my true feelings. I want Horikita expelled. I can’t stand that woman being around—

But, Ayanokōji-kun shook his head. He even said that, out of consideration for me, if I hated the secret being exposed he would order it kept silent, but what I hate is that she knows my secret.

I hate the feeling that she’s above me—when I selfishly said that, Ayanokōji-kun said, “Then you just have to get above her,” and presented a solution as if it were simple.

For a moment, I didn’t understand what I was being told, but before I knew it, Ayanokōji-kun had summoned Horikita to this room. I was still naked, but being seen doesn’t bother me. However, Horikita, who had been summoned, must have just woken up, and she didn’t try to hide her displeasure at seeing me and Ayanokōji-kun.

“What do you want? Don’t tell me you called me here to show off your affair?”

A remark that sounded like she was making fools of us—but before I could show anger, Ayanokōji-kun beside me unleashed a terrifying bloodlust toward Horikita.

“Have you forgotten your place just because you just woke up?”

The moment that bloodlust hit her and she heard those words, Horikita obediently bowed her head and said, “M-My apologies. Master.” It’s her fault for not understanding the clear difference in standing—slave and master.

“Take off your clothes and come here.”

Receiving the next order, Horikita glanced at me for an instant, then obediently took off her clothes and walked over. My chest is bigger.

“Lie down and raise your hands.”

He made me stand up, and laid Horikita down on the now-empty bed. Just like that, with handcuffs he produced from somewhere, he bound Horikita’s arms to the bed.

“…What are you planning?”

“It’s an order. From this point on, you are forbidden to resist.”

Saying that, after robbing Horikita of her freedom, he then took out a large vibrator and handed it to me.

“Here, Kushida. Play as you like. Right now, she’s your toy.”

“Um… even if you say play…”

Even I couldn’t keep up with understanding, and I didn’t know what to do. Then, as if to show an example, Ayanokōji-kun turned on the vibrator and began tormenting Horikita.

Even while embarrassed at being watched by me, Horikita’s body writhed under Ayanokōji-kun’s assault. She was enduring, trying not to let out her voice, but seeing her unable to hold it in, I suddenly became excited as well. What on earth is this—

“It’s like this. Try it.”

Saying that, this time he truly handed the vibrator to me. I turned it on and tormented Horikita.

Perhaps because she had just been tormented by Ayanokōji-kun, she immediately couldn’t endure and started moving her body. However, with the command “Don’t move,” she couldn’t do even that. Seeing Horikita on the verge of tears but trying to glare at me, something inside me awakened—

At first it was “Stop it. Stop,” but gradually her attitude became meek, changing to “I’m sorry, please forgive me.” Her figure, climaxing while shedding tears, was the most pathetic sight imaginable.

That Horikita is surrendering to me—before I knew it, I had a smile on my face. It’s fun. Even though being with Horikita always made me feel suffocated, that’s completely gone now.

Every time she screams, shows a pathetic figure, and begs for forgiveness, the stress inside me vanishes as if by magic.

“Haa! Aah! Please forgive me, I’m sorry, Kushida-san!”

“Kushida-san!? Call me Kikyo-sama, you sow!!”

“Kikyo-sama! I’m terribly sorry, Kikyo-sama! Please forgive me!!”

I truly understood the meaning behind Ayanokōji-kun’s words, that I just need to stand above her. There’s no way this sow could threaten me. She’s my toy. She exists to entertain me. Why would I ever have her expelled?

Just like that, I honestly vented that I couldn’t stand Horikita’s self-righteous personality and her pretentious side.

While being tormented with words, and also tormented physically, before long Horikita’s body seemed to have learned that being tormented was pleasure, and now she receives pleasure just from being verbally abused. Her lower half was already causing a massive flood, and the dam broke every time she was verbally abused.

“You pervert! Just thinking I’m in the same class as you makes me want to vomit!”

“Hyaun! M-My apolo, gies…”

“Fix yourself before you apologize! Be more useful to Master! You worthless—!!”

“Aaah! I’m sorry for acting so high and mighty! I’m sorry for being useless!”

Before I knew it, Horikita had fainted while continuing to apologize. I gained a pleasure different from when I was held by Ayanokōji-kun, an unparalleled sense of satisfaction.

Once again, I understood.

I’m hopeless without him. It’s only because he’s here that I can live happily at this school.

I can’t live without him, and I can do anything for him—surely, Tsubaki-san and the others had gained this feeling much earlier. As proof of that, he called me by my first name for the first time.

Every time he calls me Kikyo—I can feel myself being fulfilled.

Tsubaki-san told me. Unless there are special circumstances, Ayanokōji-kun doesn’t call women by their first names. Calling someone by their first name is proof of being special.

And I, too, became that special person.

The next day, Tsubaki-san—no, Yuki-chan noticed right away, and called me “Kikyo-chan.” Just that filled me with joy throughout. I understood from the heart that I had finally gained a true friend.

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Horikita Suzune POV

My classmates started relying on me. Even though previously I wasn’t even in their line of sight and they never called out to me, the moment Ayanokōji-kun pulled strings, the world turned upside down.

The failure in the uninhabited island exam. He turned that into a success like magic. Honestly, I don’t remember the final part when I retired very well, but the memory of me of my own accord desiring Ayanokōji-kun remains firmly.

I thought it impossible for someone like me to cling to others. But, at the same time, I also had a feeling of resignation that, in the end, I’m just that kind of person. That the real me is this weak, a pitiful person who can do nothing but cling to him.

I wanted to become like my brother.

I wanted to become a strong person like my brother, capable of anything alone—but, it’s impossible now. I can’t become like my brother.

Over these past few months, I’ve understood that painfully well. The uninhabited island exam was the same. If it had been just me, Class D would have suffered catastrophic damage and been defeated. I was saved because Ayanokōji-kun helped me.

He said so. If I obey him, he’ll cooperate in getting me to Class A—but if I don’t, he’ll become my enemy.

Having been shown such a miracle, there’s no way I could make him my enemy. Even just putting on a brave front, I could no longer say I’d reach Class A by my own power alone. Even if it’s a slave contract, I have no choice but to accept.

Once I had Chabashira-sensei witness the contract, he immediately sought my body. What surprised me was that Chabashira-sensei was together with us. Apparently, just like me, she too obeys him.

Using the teacher’s actions as a model, I also serve him. I’d never even imagined I would have this kind of relationship with a man. Because in my world, there had only ever been my brother.

But now, the existence called Ayanokōji-kun is deeply engraved. Perhaps because we’ve entered a relationship of man and woman, his presence grows larger each time I accept him.

The day after I became Ayanokōji-kun’s slave. While I was sleeping, I received another summons.

At first, still half-asleep, I ended up complaining in my usual manner, but I was immediately made to understand that was a mistake.

Before I knew it, I had been made into their toy, and with no freedom of movement allowed, I could only let myself be used as they pleased.

First was Ayanokōji-kun. Next, Kushida-san.

Honestly, things with Kushida-san had been awkward due to the past, but it seems she is also one of his pieces, and there was no doubt she had that kind of relationship with Ayanokōji-kun.

Her having a confused expression was only at the very beginning—before I knew it, her usual angelic smile disappeared, and she began to torment me with a devilish grin.

Made to submit both mentally and physically, I could do nothing but repeat meaningless apologies.

Kushida-san—no, Kikyo-sama, apparently had hated me for a long time.

The fact that I knew her past seemed to be part of it, but more than anything, she honestly thrust her feelings at me, saying she couldn’t stand my self-righteous personality and my attitude of looking down on those around me.

Come to think of it, there was a time when I ruined the study group that had finally been established with her help, due to my fault.

I had always blamed that on the failing students, but thinking it over again like this, it was my fault. It’s only natural that she would resent me.

Before I knew it, I had surrendered to her.

Even after regaining my senses, strangely, I couldn’t think of defying her. That I am her servant—in that one night, it had been completely ingrained into me.

And then, I received an order to come because they were going to hang out as a class.

Master told me to stop my high-handed attitude and interact with my classmates, so I decided to interact with my classmates while emulating Kikyo-sama’s demeanor.

That said, suddenly speaking like Kikyo-sama would only make me seem suspicious, so I’m merely copying the atmosphere.

Even so, perhaps I became easier to talk to than before, because I was able to converse in a good atmosphere with several of the girls.

Looking back at myself once again like this, I think I was truly a horrible person up until now. A tragic girl who, trying to be like her brother, lost sight of herself and mistook loneliness for solitariness.

Now that I have painfully understood how limited what one person can do alone is, I clearly see how foolish that was. It’s only natural that Kikyo-sama would curse me—and as I recalled yesterday’s events, along with fear, I felt a strange sensation in my lower body.

—I’m wet.

The more I realized that I’m a pervert who could perceive such acts as pleasurable, the more my body foolishly prepared itself.

Without thinking, my body trembled with fear.

Even though I went through such a horrible experience, why is my body rejoicing? Was it fun? That hell? No, that can’t be—if this continues, something will break. Strangely, I had such a premonition. At the very least, I don’t want to be summoned together with Kikyo-sama ever again.

However, separate from my anxiety, the throbbing wouldn’t stop.

As expected, this was bad, so I said I was going to the bathroom and slipped away for a bit. That said, I couldn’t do something as embarrassing as going to seek Master on my own. To suppress this excitement, I had no choice but to deal with it myself.

I’m such a fool. What on earth am I doing in a place like this—shedding tears, for the first time in my life, I reached my fingers toward a place I normally don’t touch, to comfort myself.