Stealing Spree

When Izumi and I returned to their clubroom, Arisa, Nami and the other girls didn’t have a hard time guessing that something happened between us. I mean, it’s unusual for her not to stand next to me, acting like nothing happened. She sold herself off when she remained behind, hiding her flustered expression by burying her face on my back. Furthermore, the girl didn’t care about the others seeing her clinging to me anymore. Her arms firmly wrapped around my body, clinging tightly as though afraid I was going to leave her behind.

Thankfully, their supposed clients already left the clubroom.

Ah. Of course, Tadano and Ogawa never expected that Izumi could act like that despite already knowing that she also fell within my clutches.

In any case, since we spent a bit of time there, I escorted her back to her seat before I made my rounds to check on the other girls.

Arisa welcomed me with a pinch on my cheek. Then, with her eyebrows curled up, she teasingly whispered a question, “Ruki, should we start bringing spare panties? Izumi… is wet down there, right?”

Upon saying that, she also stealthily reached into my pants to investigate the moist part around my bulge. Of course, it made the girl embarrassed as well but that’s a quick way to find out.

Guilty, I could only scratch the back of my head before answering with a nod.

Well, at the very least, the girl probably understood that we didn’t go all the way. Otherwise, Izumi wouldn’t just hide behind me.

“Geez… Alright. She’s new to this so… I’ll help you out.”

After another pinch on my cheek to conclude that light scolding, she picked up her bag and whispered to her best friend before taking her out of the room.

When they returned minutes later, Izumi was already wearing gym pants. And through that, Nami, Saki, and Hina teased me about being a pervert again. Although they’re probably curious how far we’ve gotten, they didn’t ask me about it. Maybe in consideration of Izumi.

As for the unrelated people in the room, Kikuchi only looked at me with a helpless expression but there’s a hint of intrigue in her gaze. As for the two cucks in the room, they probably got a clue as well.

I mean, if they’re not ignorant about it, it wouldn’t be hard to reach some sort of conclusion. It’s just debatable whether they could exactly guess what happened.

But knowing Ogawa, that delusional cuck would surely think that it’s more than what we did.

In any case, to clear up that weird atmosphere as well as to give Izumi a chance to breathe, I inquired about their new client and what was requested from them.

Enthusiastically, Saki and Hina played along with me before Nami and Arisa also did the same, filling me up with the task before them.

And just like that, my stay in their clubroom got extended for a few minutes.

I was already running out of time but who cares? I could still sprint towards my destination and arrive on time after I was done taking care of my girls.

On my way out, Nami escorted me to the door to inform me about something while laughing awkwardly, “Ruu, I think Nina’s interest in you has already reached the point that she won’t stop until she finds out everything about you. You see, all of us have been bombarded by her messages, asking weird questions about being hypnotized. Also, she asked us for a photo of our necks.”

That was interesting, to say the least.

That vampire fanatic was becoming a menace to her seniors. But with Nami laughing like that, it showed that she just found the girl silly. If I’m not wrong, she already played along with her.

Informing me was just her way to share that girl’s goofiness. Although I’ve just met her, that girl was really something else with her wild speculations.

And so, I told Nami that if I ever see that junior of hers again, I’ll show that girl my fangs.

How did Nami respond? She slapped my shoulder and continued laughing that Hina and Saki went over to check what happened.

Of course, they joined her in laughing upon hearing what I said.

Really, my girls’ sense of humor is also something else.

Several minutes later, I finally stepped out of the school gates. The last one I visited was my own club wherein I stayed for a bit for a short club meeting with Rumi, Hana, and Otsuka-senpai who finally returned after two days of absence in the club.

Well, I called it a meeting but it’s just me watching over the two seniors giving advice to Hana regarding her additional scenario for our Cultural Festival plans.

As for Rae and Kana, they were in their own corner, brainstorming for mystery plots that Kana could incorporate into her next work. The final result of the contest and the publishing of her submitted will probably happen months from now. And even if it became a serial or just a standalone, the girl was already cooking up for a more intricate planning.

I couldn’t contribute that much there so I made sure not to disturb them outside of pampering them for a while.

Anyway, with only my bag and the lingering scent of my girls on me, I started making my way to the bus stop.

As it is proven quicker than taking the train yesterday, I am confident that I can still catch Sena and her clubmates in their waiting room before they get eaten by their nervousness.

However, as it just so happened, my conjecture earlier was proven true.

Not that far away from the school gates, two idiots blocked my way. They’re wearing a different school uniform and look like the typical good-for-nothing delinquents. Their ears were dotted with piercings and they were half a head taller than me.

What about their faces? Nah. That tanned gyaru-oh from Uchiyama’s group or the gorilla-senpai of the Judo Club looked fairer than them.

Judging from the way they seem to flaunt their swollen arms, they probably think that was enough to intimidate someone.

Furthermore, despite blatantly blocking my way with every bit of intention to also move if I ever stepped to the side, they started conversing with one another.

“Huh?! Look who’s here. Isn’t this the guy?” The one on the right looked down on me as though he believed our height difference was that significant.

Answering him, the one on the left pulled out his phone. Most likely, comparing my face to the photo provided to them.

“Yeah. That’s him alright. A hundred bucks to kick his ass is damn generous, man. We’re drinking booze tonight.” He guffawed that his ugly mug looked like how a dog smiles – his uneven teeth and his filthy gums were fully visible.

The other guy then started cracking his knuckles and neck as if that’s so damn impressive.

“Sure. Sure. A punch is enough to crack this guy’s bones.”

Man, if Ichihara Jun hired these idiots to deal with me… I’d say he just wasted his money.

Looking around us, there’s no soul in sight. I mean, with the early dismissal, it’s already past the time for the wave of students to leave our school. The ones remaining there were those diligent enough for their clubs.

But then again, we’re not in a secluded alley like the one Uchiyama and the others used before but on the main street.

If Ichihara Jun truly used his money to deal with me, it wouldn’t be just these two. Maybe there were more ahead.

Is he planning to tire me out? I don’t know.

But this is better. Besides, my choice to go alone today seemed to be a good decision. I spared my girls from being entangled in this situation.

In any case, just to be on the safer side, I should contact Hayashi-sensei and inform her of this once I deal with these two pests.

Who knows? Someone might be recording this, no?

All in all, the best way to ruin someone’s reputation is to gather incriminating evidence against him.

And what’s the best way to do it? Violence.

“If you’re not going to swing, just get out of my way.”

Upon saying that, I ignored the two who were still blabbering with each other, and stepped forward.

Without raising an arm, I crashed against them, pushing them away with just the collision of our bodies.

“What the—”

“Hell no—”

With their uneven balance and being caught unaware, the two exclaimed almost instantly as they tumbled down to the ground.

Thud!

Thud!

Clack!

Their asses hit the ground first and the phone held by the other guy also crashed down. He lost his grip on it.

Before they could screech like an angry monkey, I walked past them while also intentionally stomping down on their hands.

“Arghhh! What the fuck did you do?!”

“Guh. You little shit!”

The two furiously screamed behind me.

Moments later, they hurriedly shuffled to get up and chase after me.

With their loud footsteps echoing from behind, anticipating their next move was a piece of cake.

Really, do idiots like these two share the same brain cells? They’re too predictable.

I shifted to the side just before they could lunge at me. With their reaction time slower than a street dog sniffing their own barf and eating it again, they zoomed past me, only managing to brake after taking at least five steps.

And so, before they could turn around again, I simply repeated what I did.

I crashed against them, pushing them down to fall face-first to the ground. To end their struggle, I stomped on their heads this time and continued on my way without looking back.

“W=what the hell are you?”

As I expected, one of Ichihara’s followers was hiding behind a post with a digital camera in his hand. He looked flabbergasted that his arms rattled in distress when I stopped before him.

“Senpai, let me borrow that for a second.”

Without answering his question or waiting for his answer, I grabbed the camera, stopping the recording and deleting what it just recorded.

“Thanks.” Tapping his shoulder to stop him from shaking, I handed the camera back and continued on my way.