Fated battle

The weekend was coming, but instead of spending his time at home reading a book, Mizuto went to the driving school, wishing to finish this troublesome procedure. Still, it was also due to this reason that he had made up his mind to buy a different driver's license through the "Store" skill instead of going manually to the driving school. 

Nevertheless, even though he spent his entire day studying how to ride safely, street signs, and many others, he realized that he might have the talent to become a professional racer. It was so easy to drive a motorcycle, and it felt like the motorcycle was the extension of his limbs instead of just a mere vehicle. 

Was it the effect of the "Sports Students"?

Mizuto thought so, especially when he had maxed out this skill, but he didn't intend to become a professional racer, as it was troublesome. Instead, he might as well buy an automotive company and then build his team to race on the F1, rally, and various others. 

"You are amazing, Irido-kun! Do you plan to join a Kyoto race team? I will vouch for you!" 

"Ah, no, I don't plan to become a racer. I just want to get my driving license." 

After rejecting the kind offer of the excited teacher from the driving school, Mizuto felt the world became quite boring as it was so easy for him to get everything. Yet, at the same time, he also realized how willful he had become, but it didn't matter since his life was long, and there were still many things that he hadn't tried in this world. 

Moreover, in the evening, there was also an exciting thing that was waiting for him. 

Walking out of the driving school, he didn't go home immediately or go out with Akatsuki, who usually waited for him outside of the driving school. When he thought about Akatsuki, he felt it was fortunate that they had that conversation a few days ago since if he didn't, he was afraid that she would keep stalking him. 

While he could brainwash Akatsuki, if possible, he didn't want to since he had thought of her as someone he cared about. It didn't mean that he loved her, but it was just a shame if he lost her companionship since even if she was crazy, the thought of being attacked from time to time by her made his heart strangely excited. 

Was he a masochist?

Probably not, since he didn't like the pain, and if he had to describe himself, he would be a sadist and a teaser instead of a masochist. However, if there were words that could describe him, he felt like he was an adrenaline junkie. 

The system gave him unlimited possibilities in his life, and he could become whatever he wished to be. However, a human has a limited age, and it would be a shame if he didn't challenge every one of his possibilities, right?

This was why he didn't hate Akatsuki and let her play a dangerous game with him. 

It was also the reason why he accepted Ootake Nami's invitation. 

It was because he wanted to challenge his possibility. 

It definitely had nothing to do with the fact that gravity had pulled him. 

Nevertheless, he knew how dangerous his action would be, and he knew that with one wrong move, everything might be over as his reputation would turn nasty as he was about to sleep with the wife of someone. 

Nami might have said that she wanted to teach him the history of humanity as she wished for him to maintain his grade as the best student in his entire grade or even in the history of Rakurou Private High.

Yet, how could he believe the words of the molester?

Mizuto might not be an adult, but he knew the coldness of the adult word. 

Even though Nami was supposed to be a teacher who taught him to become an outstanding adult, she was using his trust to do an immoral act against him. 

Unforgivable! 

Mizuto felt like he was a superhero whose duty was to protect the innocents, and he would definitely stop Nami from doing something bad to anyone else. It was also why he told Akatsuki not to come to the driving school as usual since he didn't want her to see the cruel battle that was about to begin. 

While his act was comparable to a superhero on television, he didn't do his act to be praised or worshipped by someone; he just wanted to do this because it was necessary for society. 

With a firm and resolute expression, he gazed into the neighborhood of the Kita ward as if he were ready to sacrifice himself. Nevertheless, like a superhero, he didn't want his ordinary days to be interrupted, so he put on a disguise by wearing a facemask and a hat. 

As for the costume?

He was afraid that he would be detained by the police before he could even arrive at the destination. 

The sky slowly turned crimson red, and the sun was about to set into the distant horizon. Yet, unlike the sun that was about to sink, his spirit was on the rise, and he was ready for the battle. 

Following the route directed by the map on his smartphone, Mizuto walked into an unfamiliar neighborhood. It was his first time to be in this area, and he hoped that no one from this school was living in this area. Still, this also made him wonder whether he should choose a "Ninja" or a "Spy" as his next job instead of a "Lover." 

Still, with how peaceful this world was, he felt that it wasn't necessary for him to choose those jobs, at least for now. 

As he kept walking, finally, he arrived in front of Nami's house. 

"A house?"

Watching a two-story house, the land of which was about 100 m2, Mizuto was startled. He knows that this might seem like an exaggeration reaction, but a house in this country wasn't cheap, and most people in this country lived in small flats instead of a house since their salaries weren't enough for them to buy a house. 

If this was the countryside, he wouldn't be surprised if Nami lived in the house, but this was Kyoto. While this might not be the most populated city, Kyoto was quite a good city, and her house was also located in the Kita ward. While this ward might mostly be lived in by a middle-class family, having a house was definitely a different matter. 

Was her husband rich?

After all, while he knew that the income of a teacher in the private high school wasn't bad, Nami couldn't be said to be rich either. In the garage, he saw a red Honda Civic, which was a car usually driven by Nami to school. 

'If you have a car, why did you use a train?' 

He wondered whether Nami used a train to search for excitement or someone who wished to molest her, adding spice to her life. Yet, unexpectedly, she was the one who molested him. 

Observing the house for a while, he walked forward and pressed the bell of the intercom door of her house as he took off his facemask. 

"Yes?" 

"Sensei, it's me, Irido Mizuto."

"Oh~? Irido-kun? Wait a moment. I will open the door for you." 

He stepped back, standing in front of the gate of her house, waiting for Nami to welcome him. 

Then, the door was opened, and Nami appeared with a gentle movement, yet with how enormous her breasts were, a gentle movement became something brutal, especially for a teenage boy like him. 

"Welcome, Irido-kun." Nami showed a light smile to welcome him. "Are you ready for the private lesson?" 

Mizuto took a deep breath and was ready for his battle. 

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Unsung hero! That's what he is!