Ren strolled leisurely down the quiet hallway after parting ways with Natsuo. Not many students were around, as most had already entered their classrooms. It was then that his eyes caught a familiar figure—Masha.
A mischievous smile appeared on his face. An opportunity was too precious to pass up. With light steps, he crept up behind her, making sure Masha didn't notice his presence.
Once he was close enough, Ren quickly covered Masha's mouth with one hand and wrapped his other arm around her waist. Without giving her time to react, he dragged her into an empty room nearby.
As expected, Masha struggled in panic, her body tense as she tried to break free. But after a few seconds, she stopped fighting once she recognized Ren's face. Her eyes widened, then turned into a sharp glare.
Ren finally released his grip. Before she could say anything, Masha immediately pouted.
"Goodness, Ren-kun, you almost gave me a heart attack! I thought I was being kidnapped!"
"Your reaction was cute, Masha." Ren shrugged without a hint of guilt.
Ren winced slightly when Masha's foot landed on his shoe, but his relaxed expression remained unchanged.
"Ouch, that's cruel. I just wanted to tease you a little."
Masha was still pouting, but the blush on her cheeks couldn't be hidden.
"That wasn't teasing! What if I had actually fainted from shock?"
Ren chuckled, tilting his head as he looked at Masha's still-flushed face.
"If you had fainted earlier, I would've given you CPR. No, let's do it now." he said in a teasing tone.
Understanding the implication of his words, Masha's eyes widened.
"Please, Ren-kun, don't do it here."
Unfortunately, Ren leaned in, tilting his body until their faces were only a few centimeters apart. Masha's breathing became irregular, and she glanced nervously at the door, afraid someone might see them. But strangely, she didn't move away—as if waiting for something.
Ren saw the opportunity and didn't waste it. He cupped Masha's face with both hands, and their lips met.
Masha gasped, her body stiffening for a moment before eventually melting into the kiss. A warm sensation spread through her chest as Ren deepened the kiss. Her hands, which had been clenched, slowly rose and wrapped around his neck.
Their kiss grew more intense, their breaths mingling. Ren felt Masha gradually responding, a little awkward but full of emotion. It was as if time in the room had stopped, leaving only the two of them.
A few seconds later, Masha was the first to pull away, her face completely red like a tomato.
"Haah... Haah... You're so mean, Ren-kun." Masha breathed heavily, lowering her head to avoid his gaze.
"You didn't reject me, did you?" Ren smiled faintly, watching the shy girl.
Hearing that, Masha's face turned even redder, like a ripe apple.
"Hurry and go to your class before someone sees us." She said softly, showing she wasn't angry about Ren's earlier boldness.
It was just a kiss. No big deal. After all, the two of them had already done things far beyond that, to the point where their love had blossomed in Masha's belly.
"Alright, alright, I'll stop teasing you."
Ren chuckled, not wanting to embarrass Masha further. However, before leaving, he glanced briefly at Masha's slightly disheveled clothes, a result of his earlier actions.
"Ren-kun, you pervert~"
Masha quickly straightened her uniform and pulled up her panties, which had slipped down past the hem of her skirt.
Ren hurried to Class 2-B. When he entered, the atmosphere in the classroom was still quite relaxed—the teacher hadn't arrived yet. He walked casually to his seat and sat down comfortably.
Ren saw Masachika sitting in front of him, turning around with a friendly smile.
Ren greeted him warmly. After all, he had taken the childhood friend Masachika liked—Maria Mikhailovna Kujou, aka Masha.
How did he know? Of course, because he had watched Roshidere in his previous life. Thanks to his photographic memory, he remembered the details accurately, including Masachika's feelings for Masha.
However, the plot had changed. Masha was now his through hypnosis. Masachika might still have feelings for her, but unfortunately—he was too late.
Noticing Alya's sharp gaze fixed on Masachika, Ren raised an eyebrow.
"Masachika, did you make Alisa-san angry? She keeps glaring at you with scary eyes."
"Ha Ha Ha... This is normal."
Scratching his head, Masachika laughed awkwardly, not elaborating further.
'Sigh... What a shame. Alya's a tsundere. She's not my type.' Ren sighed inwardly.
That was also why he had never been interested in her, even though he knew Alya was weak to hypnosis like her sister, Masha.
If Alya had a gentle personality like her sister, Ren would have already made her his.
Even scumbag have their own tastes. Ren didn't like tsundere women—in his opinion, they were just a waste of time with their annoying attitudes. No matter how beautiful Alya was, he had absolutely no interest in her.
'Well, since I took the girl Kuze liked, I'll give Alya to him as compensation.'
Thinking this, Ren felt like a generous person.
Not long after, Masha arrived and sat in her seat, which wasn't next to Ren. As if nothing had happened, her gentle demeanor remained the same as usual. However, Ren didn't miss one small detail—her ears were red.
Masachika suddenly noticed something and looked at him curiously. "Hm? Ren, there's a red mark on your neck... Did a mosquito bite you?"
Ren glanced briefly at Masha, who immediately lowered her head, trying to hide the blush on her face.
His smile widened. Casually, he rubbed his neck. "Yeah... you could say that."
Masachika simply nodded without suspicion, while Alya glanced at Masha with an indescribable expression.
Ren held back a laugh. If Masachika knew it wasn't a mosquito bite, but a hickey Masha had given him earlier, how would he react?
The sound of high heels echoed in the hallway, their rhythmic tapping growing closer as the classroom atmosphere gradually quieted. When the sound stopped right in front of the door, all the students straightened their backs, waiting for the familiar figure to step in.
Kirisu Mafuyu appeared with her usual cold expression. Graceful yet without preamble, she walked to the podium, her confident steps making the classroom atmosphere even more tense. Every movement reflected discipline and undeniable authority.
Compared to other, friendlier teachers, Mafuyu's aura felt cold and stern, exerting psychological pressure on the students. She placed her teaching materials on the desk before her gaze swept across the room.
As soon as her eyes scanned the room, most people immediately corrected their posture. No whispers, no murmurs. Only an oppressive silence.
In Japan, the teaching profession was highly respected. Teachers were seen as authority figures to be obeyed. However, for certain students—Ren and Natsuo—that boundary had long since eroded. They had crossed a taboo line most high school students wouldn't dare touch.
Mafuyu took a light breath before speaking.
"Alright, let's continue with today's material."
Her tone remained flat, showing no excessive emotion, but it was clear enough to make all the students focus. Without waiting, she began writing on the blackboard, listing the historical period they would discuss today.
Meanwhile, some students began taking diligent notes. Others, though seemingly focused on the board, were actually struggling to stay awake. No one dared to speak or let their attention wander too far.
The lesson began in the disciplined silence only a figure like Mafuyu could create.