Dealing With Keiko And Misako

Unfortunately, after parting ways with Erika, I had to return to my own school. 

Himawari High School, Yokohama.

I saw girls and boys in the same blue outfit as mine walking and speaking with a smile. 

Ah, I'm going to do high school again after just finishing it?

I don't mind if it means becoming wealthy and spending time with attractive women.

We were in May, barely one month after school began. Soren's life had been a nightmare for the previous year, and it had resumed in the new year, which is why he died so young. 

All of this is because of some random punks.

I had grown up in Boston, and everyone in my high school was taller and thicker than the Japanese jerks that attacked Soren.

I don't care about bullying, but now that I was locked in this body, there were some things in Soren's memories that pissed me off.

Ding!

As I stepped into the high school, a sudden ringing in my head jolted me out of my thoughts.

◊ Beat the bullies and save Keiko. [500 Affections]

A change of plans, it seemed.

Accepting the side task, I noticed an invisible trail materialize on the ground before me. With a smile, I followed it, making my way behind the building.

"You bitch!"

"Why didn't you bring the money!"

"Speak!"

"How pathetic!"

The noise of voices reached my ears, drawing my attention to a disturbing scene unfolding before me. Four girls, presumably seniors judging by their attire, surrounded a lone figure on the ground—Keiko, by the looks of it. Bruises adorned her face and arms, evidence of the relentless assault she endured from her tormentors.

Despite the onslaught, Keiko remained silent, enduring the abuse stoically.

"Hold her!"

At the command of the ringleader, two of the girls seized Keiko's arms, rendering her helpless.

"I-Iyaa!!" Keiko let out a shriek when her shirt was ripped open showing her white bra.

The ringleader, Kawada-san, brandished her phone with a smirk, capturing Keiko's topless figure in a series of flashing images.

"N-No!! Please, Kawada-san!" Keiko's tearful plea fell on deaf ears as the relentless barrage of photographs continued.

With a heavy sigh, I stepped forward.

"What do you think you're doing, senpai?" I said firmly, my voice cutting through the tension.

Startled by my presence, they turned to face me, visibly relieved that I wasn't a teacher but rather a fellow underclassman.

"Go away," Kawada-san snapped, her glare filled with disdain.

Ignoring her, I pressed on, closing the distance between us.

"How gross! Go away!" one of her friends spat at me with disgust.

I seized the arm of the girl restraining Keiko. "Release her."

"W-What... it hurts!" she yelped in pain as I tightened my grip, prompting her to quickly release Keiko's arm. The other girl followed suit, relinquishing her hold on Keiko.

"Y-You!" Kawada-san seethed with rage, but before she could react, I closed the gap and gripped her by the neck.

In a panic, the remaining three girls fled with shrill screams, leaving Kawada-san to face me alone.

"What loyal friends you have, Kawada-san," I muttered, a smirk playing on my lips.

"D-Don't you dare touch me!" she spat, her voice trembling with anger and fear.

"Dare?" I slipped my hand inside of her blouse.

"!" Kawada's eyes opened wide in horror.

I ignored it and enjoyed the feeling of the soft flesh.

Amazing, is that a japanese girl's body?

Soft and frafile.

I ran my nose in her cheeks while immobilizing her movements and sniffed her hair. Then when my hand reached her bra, with a strong pull, I ripped open her blouse revealing her bra.

"N-Noo!"

"Shut up and sit there." I said coldly.

Visibly frozen in fear, Kawada didn't dare to scream which was in my favor.

She sat next to a trembling Keiko who was covering her chest while looking at me fearfully.

Taking my own phone, I grabbed Kawada's arm and took pictures of her. She tried to struggle but it was useless.

Letting her fall on the ground with a pale face, I picked her phone. 

"Wh-What are you doing?" Keiko asked hesitantly.

I looked at her for a moment before looking at my tasks.

+500 Affections!

A new task appeared then…

◊ Sleep with Keiko [1000 A]!

A new task presented itself, and I couldn't say I was displeased by the opportunity it offered.

While I could have simply let Kawada-san go, I knew that doing so would only make it harder to gain her trust and ultimately bring her into my bed.

But first, gathering information was key.

"Why did they attack you?" I directed my question to Keiko, watching her carefully.

"That's..." She hesitated, clearly torn between speaking out and remaining silent.

"Tell me," I urged gently, showing her a compromising image from Kawada's phone—a beautiful, topless figure that elicited a flinch from Keiko.

"I... I stole money from them... but it was my money! I needed it for my... my mother! I need it..." Her voice cracked as tears welled up in her eyes.

Turning my attention to Kawada-san, I asked, "How long have you been tormenting her?"

"A-A month..." Kawada replied, her voice trembling slightly.

After a moment of consideration, I transferred the incriminating pictures of Keiko from Kawada's phone to mine, then promptly deleted them from Kawada's device.

"Both of you, exchange numbers with me and add mine," I instructed, my tone firm but not unkind.

Though hesitant, both complied, sensing perhaps that cooperation might be their best course of action.

"Now, look," I showed my phone's gallery of photos and swiped. I had topless photos from both Keiko and Kawada—no, her name was Misako.

Their faces turned further pale when they saw it.

"Whenever I will call you, you will answer it. Also if you try to speak about what happened here to anyone…your pictures will be soon uploaded everywhere on the net. You have no proof anyway. Understood?"

""Y-Yes…"" They both replied through tears.

"Misako, you can leave first." I handed her phone back and said.

Misako quickly buttoned her blouse and left in a hurry out of the school obviously.

"Now…Keiko."

I approached her.

She recoiled back but there was only a wall.

I reached out my hand on her stomach and caressed it while looking at her rather pretty face. 

Keiko was certainly having goosebumps right now.

"How much money do you need?" I asked, my lips dripping down my cheeks.

"80 000…" Keiko answered.

I paused for a moment as my hand approached her bra.

I caressed her left breast under the bra and rubbed it with my palm, experiencing the sensation. Amazing, as expected. 

"Uhn~n-no…!"

There was a dark desire to pull down her bra forcefully but I held back.

"Good. Put back your shirt." I stepped back and said.

Keiko quickly buttoned back her shirt.

"Keiko-senpai. If I come to your class, I count on you to welcome me respectfully," I said to her with a smile.

Keiko nodded but her gaze was blank as tears ran again from her face.

"The reward now." I handed her a 2,000 yen note that I recovered from Misako's pocket.

Keiko looked dumbfounded as she looked down.

"The reward for that, I mean," I touched her breast again.

"U-Um…!" Keiko stepped back and took the note. 

Then she looked at me as if waiting for my order.

"You may leave. Wipe your tears first though," I said to her.

She nodded and left.

"Now…let's go to this shitty class of yours, Soren."