Chapter 49: Chapter 9

Hen Taiya, the Shunji Highschool’s Student Council Vice President, a model student, calm and composed and admired by all.

In the game, he is has always been in love with the Student Council President, Kobayashi Rindou.

From the day he first met Rindou, his admiration grew into something far deeper, far more possessive.

She was brilliance personified: diligent, beautiful, confident. Everything he wasn’t, yet everything he longed for.

And so, when she extended her hand during their first year, asking him to join the student council, he accepted without hesitation.

It wasn’t duty that bound him to the council, it was her. Every report filed, every late-night meeting, every shared conversation under the pale glow of the office lamp, all of it fed the quiet devotion he carried for Rindou.

But then came Tadano Taro. The Game Protagonist.

The unassuming student who somehow found his way into Rindou’s orbit.

Taiya noticed the change immediately, how her smiles toward Taro seemed lighter, how she laughed more freely, how her eyes softened in ways they never did for him.

At first, Taiya convinced himself it was nothing.

Rindou was kind to everyone, after all. But as Taro began to grow bolder, as their moments together multiplied, cracks began to form in Taiya’s calm façade.

He warned Taro, gently at first, as a senior advising a junior.

But if the player insisted on choosing Rindou route, when they choose to keep walking beside Rindou after class, kept staying behind with her in the council room, Taiya’s patience thinned.

And eventually, his voice lost its warmth.

His smile, once kind, became empty. His possessiveness flared up, and soon he would drug Rindou, raped her, and keep a recording to blackmail her to keep sleeping with him.

Honestly, it was one of the lightest ending in the game, as there was no ugly bastard, no mind break, no prostitution. Just pure NTR.

And at this moment, Taiya and Taro are standing face to face with each other.

The corridor they were in was silent except for the faint hum of the fluorescent lights overhead.

It was an empty stretch of hallway between classrooms, a place most students rarely passed by during lunch.

Perfect for quiet conversations, or in this case, subtle intimidation.

Taro stood near the lockers, clutching his bag nervously, his gaze darting between the floor and the tall, composed figure standing in front of him.

Taiya adjusted his glasses with deliberate precision, the light reflecting sharply off the lenses, obscuring his eyes for a brief moment.

When he spoke, his tone was calm, polite, but the kind of politeness that made one’s skin crawl.

"Tadano-kun," he began smoothly, a soft smile tugging at his lips. "I heard that you’ve been spending a lot of time around the president lately. That’s quite bold of you."

Taro’s voice trembled as he stuttered out a reply, "Ah— P-President Kobayashi? I-I just... helped her when she was injured the other day. It’s nothing, really!"

Taiya’s smile never faltered.

If anything, it widened slightly as he stepped closer, closing the distance with quiet authority.

"Oh, I see. How admirable," he said pleasantly. "Still, I’d like to give you a little piece of advice, from one upperclassman to another. You see, the president is very serious about her duties. Extremely serious. She pours everything into her responsibilities, her studies, her work, her reputation. And I’d hate to see anyone... distract her from that."

Though his voice remained gentle, there was a distinct pressure in the air, the kind that made Taro’s throat tighten.

The smile on Taiya’s face didn’t match the sharp gleam in his eyes, a warning disguised as courtesy.

Taro swallowed hard, his hands trembling as he nodded repeatedly. "Y-Yes, of course... I understand."

Taiya’s eyes softened as if satisfied, his demeanor returning to that of a polite, dependable vice president.

He reached out and gave Taro’s shoulder a reassuring pat, his voice lowering to a calm, almost mentor-like tone.

"Good. You’re still young, Tadano-kun. It’s natural to be curious, to have certain... feelings. But trust me, once you’ve been here a bit longer, you’ll realize there are better things to focus on. Like your studies. The future is far more rewarding than fleeting distractions."

Taro nodded again, but behind his nervous smile, his thoughts wandered.

Something about Rindou kept him drawn in. He remembered the day she had smiled at him, not the formal, composed smile she gave everyone else, but something warmer, almost grateful.

They had shared something small but meaningful, or at least, that’s what he believed.

That’s why, even though Taiya threatened him like this, Taro wanted to get closer to Rindou still.

Taiya, meanwhile, watched the flicker of defiance in Taro’s eyes as he turned to leave.

His own smile shifted, still polite, but laced with something colder. Straightening his tie, he walked down the corridor with unhurried steps, every movement calculated and precise.

Behind him, Taro let out a shaky breath, his heartbeat still pounding in his ears.

He tried to shake off the unease, convincing himself that Taiya was only being protective.

Still, as he glanced down the now-empty hallway, he couldn’t help but feel a faint chill run down his spine.

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Taiya hummed as he walked towards the student council room, he greeted every students who passed by with a gentle smile.

Although he doesn’t show it, he actually enjoyed basking in the praises and respect of the students.

Finally, after a few minutes, he arrived at his destination.

He didn’t go in directly, he paused outside the student council room, his fingers trembling as he straightened his tie for the third time.

He smoothed down his neatly combed hair, adjusted his glasses, and took a deep breath, steeling himself to look every bit the composed member he strived to be.

"Okay Taiya, smile, greet President as always..." With that, he reached for the door handle.

But before his knuckles could graze the metal, the door swung open with a forceful creak, startlinf Taiya as he took a step back.

Raising his head, his eyes widened seeing Kageyama Seijirou—the infamous delinquent whose reputation alone could silence a room.

Taiya’s heart slammed against his ribs, his slender frame shrinking under the weight of Seijirou’s towering presence.

It wasn’t just the guy’s broad shoulders or the way his uniform hung loose over muscles honed from fights and defiance; it was that aura, a predatory intensity that made the air thicken, turning Seijirou into a colossus who devoured space and confidence alike.

Seijirou’s hazel eyes raked over Taiya, pinning him in place like a specimen under glass.

Taiya’s knees locked, his breath catching in his throat as sweat prickled his skin.

Every instinct screamed to bolt, but he held still, his muscles quivering, praying the delinquent wouldn’t notice the fear coiling tight in his gut.

The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating, Seijirou’s gaze boring into him with lazy indifference that somehow amplified the terror.

Then, as abruptly as he’d appeared, Seijirou shrugged and brushed past, his shoulder clipping Taiya’s just enough to send a jolt through him.

The pressure lifted like a storm cloud dissolving, and Taiya gasped, gulping air as if he’d been drowning.

He sagged against the wall for a moment, cursing under his breath, ’fucking asshole, oversized thug, hope you choke on your own ego.’

Finally , after calming himself, he shoved the door open and stepped inside.

The room felt off-kilter, the usual tidy order disrupted by a faint, musky haze hanging in the air.

Taiya’s eyes sought Rindou instinctively, ready to offer his standard greeting, but the words died on his lips.

She stood by the window, her uniform askew, spraying the expensive air freshener that she always brought herself.

It wasn’t anything new, Rindou have done this a lot of times already, but this time, Taiya’s heart sank as he noticed her skirt hiked unevenly, her blouse untucked and wrinkled, buttons strained over her heaving chest.

Her hair, usually pinned back in perfect waves, tumbled in wild disarray around her flushed face, strands sticking to her sweat-dampened skin.

Red marks bloomed along her neck, unmistakable bite welts that pulsed with fresh brutality, and her cheeks glowed with a feverish heat that spoke of exertion far beyond paperwork.

Her movements were labored, stiff-legged as she shifted, a subtle wince betraying the ache between her thighs.

And now that he thought of this, it was then that Taiya noticed a scent that the air freshener couldn’t cover, that raw, primal tang of sweat-slicked bodies and spilled seed.

Taiya’s stomach twisted—he knew the scene intimately, from those stolen nights alone in his room, beating his cock to fevered fantasies of Rindou beneath him, her moans filling his ears as he imagined pumping into her tight heat until he flooded her with his cum.

How can he missed it?

The evidence was everywhere, assaulting his senses: the faint stickiness on the desk edge where hands might have gripped, the rumpled cushions on the nearby chair suggesting desperate leverage.

He knew, without being told, that someone definitely had sex here.

Rindou turned, spotting him, and mustered her usual warm smile, her soft lips curving just so, eyes crinkling with feigned normalcy.

But that smile shattered Taiya’s world.

His mind reeled, piecing together the horror: the delinquent’s imposing shadow, Rindou’s disheveled form, the lingering aroma of rough, unrelenting fucking.

Had Seijirou pinned her down right here, his massive hands bruising her hips as he forced his thick cock into her pussy?

Thrust after brutal thrust, stretching her wide, pounding until she gasped and clenched around him despite herself, her body betraying her with slick arousal even as tears stung her eyes?

Taiya’s throat tightened, a toxic mix of jealousy, rage, and unwanted arousal churning in his veins.

He could almost see it, Seijirou growling filthy commands, ’Take it, you little council slut,milk my dick with that tight cunt’, while Rindou stifled cries, her walls fluttering in forced ecstasy as he buried deep and unleashed ropes of hot cum, creaming her insides until it leaked down her trembling legs.

The thought clawed at him, building an agonizing tension that made his own cock twitch traitorously against his slacks.

"Ah, welcome Taiya. Glad you’re finally here..."

’Rindou...’ Taiya whispered, voice cracking, the room’s atmosphere thickening with unspoken dread.

She held his gaze a beat too long, her smile gentle as always, and in that fracture, the emotional storm raged on, pulling him into the abyss.