Meeting Class B and doing business (1)

BEEP BEEP BEEP

The shrill sound of my alarm echoed through the room. I opened my eyes, staring at the ceiling.

"So, it's morning already, huh?"

Last night had been a sleepless one. I spent the entire time studying the fundamentals of magic in this world, breaking it down piece by piece until I grasped its core principles. 

I turned my head slightly, glancing at the clock.

"Two hours before school starts… Might as well take a bath."

1 Hour and 29 Minutes Later

Dressed in my uniform, I adjusted my tie and took one last look in the mirror before stepping out of my room. Today was going to be interesting.

I had already planned my moves for the day. First, I needed to meet Chabashira. I had to make an impression—one that would ensure she saw me as someone valuable.

Second, money. I was going to sell the intel about the S-System to Class C and Class A. Class B was off-limits for now since we had training with them later. If one of them snitched, the whole plan would crumble before it even started.

That meant securing the deal had to be done smoothly and discreetly.

I decided to test out my teleportation for the first time.

With a single thought, my vision blurred—then in an instant, I was standing right at the main gate of the school.

"I see… It's basically Flying Raijin, but without the need for a seal. Convenient."

Time to put the rest of the plan into action.

I activated my cloning ability, summoning two identical copies of myself. The air around them shimmered briefly before stabilizing, making them indistinguishable from the original.

"You," I pointed at one. "Head to Class C."

"You," I turned to the other. "Class A."

Both snapped into a salute. "Aight, boss!" they chimed in unison.

"Then go."

CLONE 1 Pov

I navigated the bustling corridor, eventually arriving at the door of Class C. Pushing it open, I was greeted by a 'lively' scene: a boy with a vibrant magenta hair perched on a table, surrounded by a small but attentive group of students. He appeared to be the class leader, given the reverence with which his peers treated him, though I couldn't be certain without confirming it myself.

As I approached, I felt a few glances from the students, their expressions a mix of surprise and apprehension.

"Yo," I greeted, attempting to break the tension.

"Ah, who do we have here?" came a voice, tinged with amusement.

"Kamado Yuta from Class D," I introduced myself, extending a hand for a shake.

He accepted, still smirking, and I couldn't help but notice the air of authority that seemed to emanate from him.

"Ryuen Kakeru," he replied, returning the handshake. "So, what brings a Class D student to our midst?"

"I've come to discuss a matter with you," I replied, trying to maintain a calm and composed demeanor.

"A matter, you say?" Ryuen's eyes narrowed, and I could see the curiosity piquing in the group around him.

"Yes, a matter," I confirmed. "I have a contract here." I pulled a piece of paper from my pocket and handed it to him.

After a few minutes of quiet reading, Ryuen finally spoke. "Kukuku interesting... If the contents of this contract are found to be false, you will pay us double the points we would have paid you, and I am not allowed to share this information with other classes. But if the information is true, I will be obligated to pay you an additional 20,000 points per student."

"So, are you interested in the deal?" I asked, trying to sound confident.

"Forty thousand points per student seems a bit steep," Ryuen replied, a hint of negotiation in his voice. "How about thirty thousand per student?"

"That works for me," I agreed, trying to hide my relief.

"Hey Ryuen, how can you even trust this guy, you just met him?" A young woman with vibrant blue hair, expressed her concerns angrily.

"Calm yourself, sweetheart," I soothed, "Consider the potential benefits of this deal. If, by any chance, it turns out to be untrue, you'll be rewarded with a substantial 100,000 points."

Her eyes flashed with anger as she attempted to kick me. I swiftly evaded her leg, grabbing her left arm to prevent her from further attack. As she tried to retaliate with her free hand, I skillfully captured both her arms behind her back, immobilizing her movements and her ability to cast her magic.

"Stay quiet. You are attracting everyone in the class attention.," I told her

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" she retorted, straining against my grip.

[passage]I carefully positioned my knee between her legs, deftly pulling her closer to me, which caused her to unbiddenly sit on my knee. The sensation of her soft, satiny panties against my leg was undeniably present, and one couldn't help but see the image of an intimate embrace if they were to glance at us from behind.

Ibuki's face turned a deep, fiery shade of red as embarrassment washed over her. She wriggled and thrashed within my embrace, and I could feel the tension building up in her body.

"Release me, you beast!" she shouted, struggling fiercer than before to escape my grasp.

I hesitated for a moment before gently stroking her leg. My touch was tender, yet deliberate, as I attempted to elicit a response from her.

"~Ahhh~" she moaned softly, her voice a mixture of surprise and pent-up emotion. Though she fought to maintain control, it was likely that her involuntary sound was heard by the entire class.

Releasing her hold, I allowed Ibuki to fall to her knees.

"Oh, Ibuki, such a lack of modesty," Ryuen chuckled, smirking at the scene before us.

The two boys standing next to Ryuen averted their gazes, slightly embarrassed by the spectacle.

"Silence!" Ibuki shouted again.

"Ah, Kamado, do you find Ibuki attractive?" Ryuen inquired.

"Well, she's not bad to look at," Kamado admitted.

"Heard that, Ibuki," Ryuen teased, though Ibuki remained silent this time.

"Alright then," I said, shifting my weight comfortably. "Let's discuss our agreement."

Ryuen nodded in response, his expression neutral. "Sure, I'm good with that."

We both stood there for a moment before Ryuen, taking the initiative, pulled out a pen and signed the document. Next, he carefully snapped a photo of the signed paper with his phone, ensuring that all details were captured clearly. He glanced at me then, a hint of determination in his eyes.

"Could you hand me your phone?" Ryuen asked, extending his hand out.

"Unfortunately, I don't have it with me right now. What do you need it for?"

Ryuen let out a soft sigh, his patience waning slightly. Without hesitation, he unlocked his phone and handed it over to me. "Just add your number to my contacts."

I accepted his phone, the weight of it feeling foreign in my hands. "Uhm... Sure," I replied, navigating through the menus to add a new contact.

Once my number was entered, I returned Ryuen's phone to him, our fingers brushing slightly in the exchange. He gave me a serious look, "In case there's any issue, I'll contact you through this number. I'm also going to send you Ishizaki, Albert, and Ibuki's numbers. If for some reason I can't reach you directly, I'll use theirs. Please don't block those numbers."

I nodded, understanding the importance. "Sounds good to me."

"Pleasure doing business with you, Ryuen," I said with a confident smile, as I turned to leave the classroom.

"Until next time, Mio," I added with a nod to Ibuki, who responded with a grunt, her battle-worn look showing she had no intention of challenging me further.

With that, I considered my business with Class C concluded. I walked out of the classroom, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Clone 2 POV

To my surprise, the leaders of Class A were not the intimidating figures I had expected. Instead, I was greeted by a bald man and a frail-looking girl with a cane. A rather unconventional duo—one that I certainly didn't anticipate leading the so-called top class of the school.

"Alright… so you're Sakayanagi," I said, pointing at the petite girl with lilac hair, who sat with an air of effortless confidence.

"Yes," she confirmed with a small, knowing smile.

"And you must be Katsuragi," I said, shifting my gaze to the bald man standing beside her.

"Correct." His voice was steady, his posture firm. A stark contrast to Sakayanagi's more delicate yet equally commanding presence.

My eyes moved to the individuals behind them. "And these guys?"

Katsuragi gestured toward them in turn. "This is Totsuka Yahiko and Machida Koji."

Sakayanagi took over, her voice light yet carrying an unmistakable authority. "And these are Kito Hayato, Hashimoto-kun, and Kamuro Masumi. I trust you don't mind their presence, Kamado-kun?"

I shrugged. "Not at all."

"Good." She leaned forward slightly, resting her chin on her hands. "So then, you came to discuss a deal with us, if I'm not mistaken?"

I tilted my head slightly, studying her before smirking. "You're really cute, you know that?"

A soft giggle escaped her lips. "Fufufu, why, thank you. I wasn't expecting such a charming compliment from you."

Katsuragi cleared his throat, clearly uninterested in the small talk. "Kamado-kun, perhaps we should focus on the matter at hand?"

"Right, right," I said nonchalantly before pulling out two copies of the contract—the same one I had given Ryuen. "Each of you, take one."

The room fell into silence as they examined the contents.

Minutes passed before Katsuragi finally spoke up. "This… doesn't seem like a bad deal."

Sakayanagi twirled a strand of her hair between her fingers, a small smirk on her lips. "I have to agree. It's quite reasonable."

"So," I leaned back against the desk behind me, arms crossed. "What's your answer?"

Katsuragi nodded. "From my side, it's a yes."

"I see no reason to refuse," Sakayanagi added with a pleased expression.

With that, both of them signed the contract. I slid my phone from my pocket and exchanged numbers with them before preparing to leave. However, before stepping out, a lingering curiosity made me pause.

"Before I go, mind telling me why this class seems split into two factions?" I asked, looking between the two leaders.

Sakayanagi chuckled softly, tapping her cane against the floor. "A proper society is built upon conflicts, Kamado-kun. Our class is no different."

"Figures." I gave a small nod before turning towards the exit. "Well then, I'll take my leave."

Original POV

After ten minutes, both of my clones returned and handed me the contracts. I won't lie—I was a little surprised that everything had gone so smoothly.

DING DING

My phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out and checked my balance.

'2.2 million points.'

Not bad. Not bad at all.

I slid my phone back into my pocket. Now, it was time to impress Sae.

I made my way toward the administration office, searching for Chabashira. However, my luck wasn't on my side—she was nowhere to be seen.

After a few moments of aimless searching, it finally hit me. Of course. The Firehouse Administration.

Switching directions, I arrived at the Firehouse office and approached the first person I saw—a woman with light brown hair, seated at a desk.

"Excuse me, ma'am," I called out.

She glanced up, giving me a curious look. "Yes?"

"Sorry to bother you, but have you seen Chabashira-sensei?"

"Sae-chan?"

I blinked. "Sae-chan?" I repeated, not sure if I had heard her correctly.

She let out a small chuckle. "Oh, Sae and I are extremely close friends. We've known each other for a long time."

"Oh… uh, that's nice to know, I guess." I cleared my throat. "But do you know if Chabashira-sensei is here?"

"She only comes in the afternoon. In the morning, it's just me." She gave me a curious look. "But who exactly are you?"

"Kamado Yuta from Class D."

The moment I said my name, her expression shifted. Her eyes widened slightly in what I could only describe as shock.

"You're Kamado Yuta?" she asked, almost as if confirming something to herself.

"…Yeah?" I replied, confused by her reaction. "Anyway, who are you, ma'am? And how do you know me?"

Her lips curled into a playful smile. "I'm Hoshinomiya Chie, but you can just call me Chie. I'm also the homeroom teacher of Class B."

This woman was a teacher? I mean, she was hot, but she didn't exactly radiate the kind of authority or professionalism I'd expect from a teacher. If anything, she seemed more like a flirty older sister type.

"And how could I not know you?" she continued, resting her chin on her hand. "You're the student who got the best practical score among the first years."

I narrowed my eyes. "Best practical score?"

"Ah, ignore that," she said, waving her hand dismissively before her gaze sharpened. "More importantly… your mana level is insane for a human. I've never sensed such overwhelming energy before."

Before I could question her, she leaned in closer, her lips curling into a teasing smile.

"I wonder how your mana tastes like."

The next thing I knew, she was pressing her chest against me, her face just inches from mine.

"What do you mean by that exactly?" I asked, my voice calm despite the situation.

Instead of answering, she grabbed my wrist and tugged me forward. "Come with me. I need your help."

I raised an eyebrow. "Sure, but where are we going?"

"My office."

"Your office?"

"Yes."

I glanced at her, then at the hand she had wrapped around my wrist. Something about her seemed off—not in a bad way

~after reaching her office~

"Sit down, Yuta-kun."

I always allow beautiful women to call me by my first name, but I certainly didn't recall giving her that privilege.

"…Alright, I guess."

I lowered myself onto the seat, eyeing her warily. There was something off about the way she was acting, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Before I could analyze further, she slid closer—far closer than necessary—pressing her chest against me as she rested her head on my shoulder. Her scent was sweet, intoxicating, but I pushed aside any distractions.

"So, Yuta-kun, can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Can you become a Class B student?"

I blinked. "…Excuse me, but what the fuck? I thought you needed my help."

"Yes, and that's how you can help me—by transferring to my class."

I leaned back slightly, putting some space between us as I tried to make sense of her words. "And why, exactly, would I want to become a Class B student?"

She smiled, tilting her head in that playful yet unreadable way. "What do you want in exchange?"

"I don't want anything. I just don't want to become a Class B student."

"And why not?"

"…"

"So you have no answer to my question?"

"…"

Her gaze sharpened, as if reading into something beyond my silence. Then, she shifted her approach. "Do you want to make a deal with me?"

"A deal?"

"Yes. If you don't want to transfer, then let's negotiate something else."

I raised a brow. "And what is it?"

"I want to drink your blood."

"…Excuse me?!"

"I'll pay you 200,000 yen per month."

I stared at her, trying to determine whether she was joking. When I realized she was dead serious, I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. "…Explain what you mean by 'drinking my blood' first, and then I'll consider the offer."

A slow, amused smile spread across her lips. "I want to taste and feel your mana inside me."

My brows furrowed slightly. "And why do you need to do that? Are you some kind of vampire or something?"

"It increases longevity, happiness, and luck for an individual."

"???"

She chuckled at my expression. "How do you think vampires survive for so long? I meditate a lot, Yuta-kun. Many spiritual texts talk about drinking the essence of powerful beings to achieve true happiness."

"…And you actually believe in that?"

"Yes. Why are you asking?"

I exhaled sharply. "Well, I'm not exactly the right person to argue that spiritual power doesn't exist."

Her eyes sparkled with delight. "So, does that mean you'll agree?"

"…Yeah, I don't mind you sucking my blood."

"Are you sure, Yuta-kun? If your mana is as powerful as I think, I may need to do this every day."

"I'm sure. But I'll name my price after you're done tasting my blood."

She licked her lips. "That's fine by me."

Without another word, she straddled me, her hands resting against my shoulders as she tilted my head to the side. Her breath was warm against my skin before she sank her fangs—no, her teeth—into my neck. A sharp pain pricked at my senses, but it was quickly overtaken by an oddly pleasurable sensation. Her lips latched onto my skin as she drank deeply, savoring every drop.

"Ahh~ Fuck, you're good at this, Chie."

But there was no response. She was entirely absorbed in the act, her grip on me tightening as she continued. A minute passed. Then two. Even after five minutes, she showed no signs of stopping.

I hope I don't run out of blood.

Finally, she pulled away, a faint flush on her cheeks. She licked the remnants from her lips, sighing in satisfaction. "Your blood tastes so good, Yuta~"

I wiped at the spot on my neck, still processing everything. "Well… that was something."

She smirked, her fingers tracing my collarbone. "So, Yuta-kun, what do you want in exchange?"

As I made my request, a sly smile spread across Chie's face. "I want only 100,000 per month," I reiterated, "but I also want the freedom to...appreciate your, ah, assets whenever I please." My attempt at subtlety was met with a playful laugh.

Chie's eyes sparkled with amusement as she began to undress, her top and bra slipping away to reveal her curves. "You're a naughty boy, Yuta-kun," she teased, her voice dripping with flirtation. She guided my hand to her breast, her skin warm beneath my touch. "Indulge all you want, Yuta-kun~"

As my fingers made contact, I activated my unique ability, allowing me to perceive the subtlest nuances of Chie's body. I discovered that while her breasts were sensitive, her thighs were even more so – a revelation I filed away for later.

With newfound insight, I began to explore her breasts, marveling at their softness. Chie's breathing hitched, and a delicate blush rose to her cheeks. Emboldened, I leaned in to lavish attention on her right nipple, my left hand coaxing her other breast to attention. The gentle rubbing of her nipple elicited a throaty "Ahhhh...Yuta, you're quite skilled at that~"

I paused, and Chie's eyes fluttered open, a hint of surprise dancing in their depths. "What's wrong? Didn't you enjoy it?" she asked, her voice laced with a mixture of curiosity and playfulness.

I met her gaze, a mischievous grin spreading across my face. "I propose a wager. If I can make you...reach climax solely through stimulation of your breasts, you'll grant me the privilege of taking our intimacy to the next level – right here, right now."

Chie's eyebrows arched, intrigued. "A bet, you say? I must warn you, Yuta, I've never...reached orgasm before. It's proven to be quite the elusive experience for me." Her lips curled into a sly smile. "But if you succeed, I'll surrender to your desires immediately. It's been a while since I have been with a strong man."

I nodded, accepting the challenge. With renewed focus, I.attuned my touch to Chie's unique sensitivity, employing a gentle yet deliberate caress. Her breathing quickened, and she whispered, "Ahhh~fuck...ease up a bit, Yuta~"

I shifted my attention to her left nipple, my tongue dancing across its surface with heightened sensitivity. Chie's control began to unravel, her pleas turning urgent. "Fuck~YUTA, DON'T STOP...PLEASE, KEEP GOING"

Sensing her climax within reach, I delicately amplified the sensitivity of my tongue to 50%. The slight increase proved to be the catalyst for Chie's release. Her body shuddered, and a raw, unbridled scream escaped her lips: "A-A-AHHHHHHHHMMM~FUCKKK...I'M CUMMING ~~" As she reached the peak, her body yielded, and a subtle trickle of moisture seeped onto the floor.

In the aftermath, Chie lay panting, her chest heaving. I offered gentle, reassuring whispers, "Hey, sensei, are you alright...?"

As she slowly regained composure, a languid smile spread across her face. "A-aahhm~...just give me...a few seconds~" Her eyes locked onto mine, sparkling with a newfound intimacy. "Yuta-kun...take off your clothes."

With a hint of a smile, I acknowledged, "A woman of her word, indeed." However, my gaze drifted to the time, and I added, "Though, we should note that classes start in about five minutes. Perhaps we'll have to—"

Chie's hand extended, interrupting my thought. "Pass me my phone, please."

As I handed it over, she swiftly composed a message. "What are you doing?" I asked, curiosity piqued.

"I've informed the school that I'm taking you for some...extra help. We're excused until 10 am," she replied, a sly glint in her eye. "Which gives us...about two hours, don't you think?" The air was charged with anticipation as she commanded, "Now, Yuta, take off your clothes. I'm rather...enjoying this newfound feeling. It's exhilarating, like my legs are made of jelly."