After leaving the restaurant, Hayashi Makoto sat in the taxi on the way home.
Karuizawa Kei, who was in a wonderful mood, sat beside him like a sweet little bird leaning against its owner.
Noticing that her boyfriend had been staring at her for a while, the girl suddenly snapped back to herself and quickly touched her face.
“Did my makeup smudge?”
“No. I just think my precious Kei can really eat well. Like a little pig.”
“I do not!”
Kei nervously touched her stomach.
Remembering how she had happily devoured the French dinner earlier, her expression turned a little embarrassed.
But when she saw the teasing look on Makoto’s face, she became shy and annoyed.
She could not help gently bumping her head against his chest.
Then she even gave a fake unhappy hum.
No matter how one looked at her, the current Karuizawa Kei was a sweet and cute girl happily lost in first love.
No one would connect her with the pitiful girl from two months ago.
Makoto still remembered the first time he saw her.
It had been in a small alley.
Several delinquent girls had been cursing with filthy words.
Only after they saw Makoto, an adult, walk in did they leave while grumbling and swearing.
The blond girl they had been bullying was crouched on the ground, looking utterly pitiful.
Her hair had been pulled into a mess, and her pretty face was marked with slap prints and purple bruises from being pinched.
Those violet eyes, which should have been lively and beautiful, were filled with despair and numbness.
That was when he “adopted” this poor little golden retriever.
He had originally thought it would take her a very long time to walk out of that shadow.
Unexpectedly, in only two months, she had already regained her lively, smiling nature.
She was just like ivy, clinging to the strength of another trunk to endure.
Delicate and frail, unable to thrive alone, yet terrifyingly persistent in her grip on life.
“Kei really is a clingy girl.”
“Hehe…”
The girl lying in his arms let out a silly laugh.
Makoto stroked her head with one hand, while using his phone with the other to look something up.
Karuizawa Kei stretched her head over to take a look.
Her big eyes blinked curiously.
“Hey, hey, what are you looking at, Makoto?”
“I’m looking for a school. Strange. It should exist, so why can’t I find any clues at all…”
Makoto’s tone was a little odd.
This was not the first time he had searched for news about Advanced Nurturing High School.
And yet, despite the fact that Karuizawa Kei existed, Kanzaki Heavy Industries existed, and the Koenji Conglomerate existed, there was no information at all about the Advanced Nurturing High School from Classroom of the Elite.
Makoto could only sigh.
A merged anime world really was mysterious.
Over the past three months, he had roughly figured out that this was a world where many slice-of-life anime had been fused together.
For now, he had not found any dangerous elements like apocalypse, superpowers, or ghosts.
Compared to that other world with superpowers, which he had named the Jumper world, the daily-life anime world in front of him was clearly safer.
It was also far more suitable to settle down in.
So Makoto designated this world as his main world.
And in a world like this, how should he live?
What should a man pursue while alive?
Money!
Power!
Without money, how could he support himself?
How could he improve his quality of life?
How could he pursue the women he liked?
With kindness alone?
Or with that face of his that could only be considered above average?
Without power, how could he win over those beautiful girls who could not be handled with money?
If Makoto were only an ordinary transmigrator, then he would probably spend his entire life struggling for money and power.
Fortunately, he had a cheat.
That meant he could take a shortcut.
A path more primitive than money and power, and far more violent.
—Strength!
Strength great enough to stand above one nation, or even many nations!
Once he possessed that kind of strength, he would be the one and only emperor.
What money or power could he not obtain?
What woman could he not get his hands on?
“My strength still isn’t enough.”
Watching the night scenery flash past outside the car window, Makoto murmured softly.
But that was fine.
With his cheat in hand, he would only become stronger and stronger.
Sooner or later, the day would come when he became emperor.
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“Nagasaki-san, good evening.”
“Good evening.”
After returning to his luxury apartment in Roppongi, Makoto happened to run into his gloomy neighbor, Nagasaki Soyo, in the elevator.
Although he had not personally heard that world-shaking line, “Why did you play Haruhikage?” judging from Nagasaki’s current expression, which looked like her mother had just died, Makoto guessed the plot had probably gone more or less the same way.
Among those band girls, this fake-sweet girl of the band had most likely blown up with her bandmates.
Out of a subtle sense of bad taste, Makoto deliberately poked at her wound.
“I watched your live today. Both songs were very good.”
“Is… is that so?”
Nagasaki Soyo had bitterness she could not say aloud, so she could only force a smile.
“Hayashi-san, thank you for the compliment.”
Enjoying Nagasaki’s expression, which looked as if she had swallowed a fly, Makoto praised her sincerely.
“Especially the second song. It was really good. Your band’s vocalist sounded like she was screaming from her soul… What was that song called again?”
“It was… It was called Haruhikage.”
“Good name. I’m sure it must be a song with a story behind it. Haha.”
“Ha… ha.”
The elevator door opened, and Nagasaki Soyo walked out in an utterly miserable state.
Makoto held back his laughter and closed the elevator door.
The large flat he had bought happened to be right above the Nagasaki family’s home.
Suddenly, his sleeve was tugged.
His cute girlfriend, who had been silent the entire time, was now looking at him nervously.
She had an expression like she wanted to say something but was afraid to speak.
“If you have something to say, say it.”
“Makoto…”
Karuizawa Kei looked like a little dog about to be sent away.
Her eyes were wet, and she bit her lip for a while before finally asking weakly, “Do you… have some kind of interest in that Nagasaki-san?”
She was not jealous.
She was worried.
She was afraid that once Makoto found someone new, he would no longer want her.
In this twisted romantic relationship, Karuizawa Kei was in an absolutely weaker position.
In elementary school, Kei had been a cheerful honor student with excellent grades.
But after entering middle school, because she was pretty and did well academically, she was envied and bullied by the girls at her school.
There was no need to describe the details of the bullying.
At its worst, the left side of her abdomen had been stabbed by a sharp blade, and she had nearly died.
Even now, a scar still remained there.
Because of that bullying, Karuizawa Kei had been forced to take a long leave from school.
Her originally cheerful personality became timid, and she lost all motivation to study.
Naturally, her entrance exam results were a complete mess.
According to the original Classroom of the Elite plot, she should have been accepted into Advanced Nurturing High School.
But this world had no Advanced Nurturing High School.
On top of that, she happened to meet a horny and lustful transmigrator, so the path of her life took a turn.
Makoto spent quite a lot of money to get her into Haneoka Girls’ High School, which had a very good atmosphere.
He also often made time to stay with her, gradually helping her walk out of the shadow of her past.
Although Kei felt that her boyfriend was raising her like a pet, she did not care too much.
She craved the feeling of someone protecting her.
She was terrified of returning to the kind of environment where she had once been bullied.
On top of that, her personality had always been weak.
So she could not righteously say that she was jealous.
She could only beg him like a small animal acting spoiled, hoping her owner would not abandon her.
Then, in a very pleasing manner, she took one of his index fingers into her mouth.
“Mmph.” She bit down lightly and sucked on it a few times.
Makoto took a deep breath.
Amid his girlfriend’s startled cry, he lifted her into his arms, feeling an evil fire burning in his heart.
Click.
That was the sound of the door closing.
“Uwah!”
That was the sound of Karuizawa Kei being pinned against the shoe cabinet in the entryway.
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The heavy wooden door thudded shut, sealing them away from the rest of the world and leaving the bustling sounds of the outside city behind.
In the dim, warm light of the apartment’s entryway, the atmosphere instantly shifted, growing heavy with a quiet, bubbling tension.
Makoto’s eyes narrowed slightly, but there was no indifference in them now—only a heated, intensely naughty gaze that locked onto his girlfriend.
A warm, lazy smile played on his lips as he stepped forward, his tall frame naturally dominating the narrow hallway.
He stepped into her personal space, pressing Kei gently but firmly against the shoe cabinet.
The cool wood of the furniture stood in stark contrast to the sudden warmth of his body enveloping hers.
“M-Makoto…” Kei gasped, her violet eyes wide and slightly trembling.
Her cheeks instantly flushed a deep, beautiful pink.
True to her timid nature, she didn’t even think to push him away.
Instead, her slender, delicate hands instinctively reached out, gripping the fabric of his shirt as if seeking an anchor in the storm of emotions washing over her.
Makoto didn’t rush.
He took a slow breath, his dark eyes tracing the delicate lines of her face before he leaned down.
He captured her lips in a soft, lingering kiss that gradually deepened.
His tongue swept inside with a leisurely, intoxicating rhythm, tasting her thoroughly while his large hand slid down to cradle her hip, steadying her.
Smooch.
Slick.
“Aaah… mmph!”
Kei let out a soft, muffled whimper against his mouth.
Her eyelids fluttered shut, her body instantly turning pliant and submissive under his touch.
She leaned heavily into his firm, muscular chest, completely captivated by the secure warmth radiating from his ancient Greek-statue-like physique.
Makoto’s other hand wandered upward, his long fingers deftly undoing the top buttons of her school uniform blouse.
He slid his palm inside, brushing against the soft skin of her breast.
Underneath the fabric, her pert breast was tipped with a beautiful, delicate pink apex that hardened instantly at his touch.
Smack.
Thud.
“Ah! Makoto… right here…?” Kei whispered breathlessly as he broke the kiss, her voice tiny and filled with a shy, submissive reluctance that wasn’t really a refusal at all.
“Just a little bit, Kei. You look so beautiful under these lights, I couldn’t wait,” Makoto murmured softly against her ear, his tone gentle and affectionate.
Yet, beneath the sweetness lay a strong streak of arousal—he wanted to satisfy the sudden, burning desire within himself right now, and he knew exactly how to make her comply.
He trailed his lips down the column of her neck, leaving a path of wet, warm nuzzles that made her shiver.
With a smooth, slow movement, he turned her around, pressing her front gently against the hallway wall.
Kei leaned her forehead against the cool surface, her breathing shallow and uneven.
Makoto gathered her long, flowing blonde ponytail in one hand, pulling it back just enough to tilt her head up, exposing the vulnerable line of her throat.
With his other hand, he pulled her skirt up over her waist and slid her lacy panties down her thighs.
As the fabric fell, it revealed her lower body and a thin, delicate layer of golden pubic hair that shimmered faintly in the dim light.
Slick.
Slick.
Before moving any further, Makoto’s fingers traced lower, brushing against the left side of her abdomen.
His fingertips caught on the rough texture of the scar tissue there.
Kei stiffened instantly, a quiet gasp escaping her lips.
That scar was her deepest psychological block, the painful mark left behind by the bullying she had endured in her past.
Normally, she would do anything to hide it, but under Makoto’s gaze, she could only tremble.
Makoto leaned down, his eyes softening with genuine affection, yet driven by an instinctive urge to possess and soothe her.
He pressed his lips directly to the scar, licking the sensitive mark with a warm, comforting stroke of his tongue before biting it very lightly.
“Ah… don’t… Makoto, please…” Kei whimpered, her voice tight, but the intense, pleasurable stimulation began to work its magic, slowly overwriting the psychological shadow of her past.
Her tense muscles began to relax, her long legs coiling slightly as she sank deeper into his embrace.
Satisfied, Makoto unzipped his trousers, freeing his long, thick member and heavy ball sacks.
He didn’t enter her immediately.
Instead, his fingers slid downward into her dripping, warm folds, slowly preparing her, generating a loud, wet friction in the quiet hallway.
Slick.
Splat.
“Aaah! Oh god, Makoto…” Kei cried out softly, her fingers clawing weakly at the wall as he rhythmically worked his fingers inside her, building the heat between them.
Slick.
Slick.
He withdrew his fingers, leaving her completely breathless and drenched.
With a gentle but unyielding guidance, Makoto coaxed her down to her knees right there on the entryway floorboards.
He stepped back slightly, his towering 1.8-meter frame looking down at her with a heated, expectant gaze.
His massive erection throbbed right before her eyes.
“Be a good girl for me, Kei,” He requested smoothly, a lazy, confident smile playing on his lips as his ego sought to be indulged.
Kei looked up, her violet eyes dazed and completely submissive.
She didn’t hesitate to please him.
She wrapped her petite, feminine hands around his thick shaft, leaning in to press a soft kiss to the tip before sliding her lips over the head.
Smooch.
Slick.
“Hmmm… ugh…” Makoto groaned softly, his fingers weaving gently into her blonde hair, guiding her rhythm with a tender but firm touch as she took him in.
Kei took him in deeper, her throat stretching to accommodate his length.
She sucked eagerly, her tongue swirling around the head, making wet slurping sounds that echoed softly in the narrow hallway.
She wanted nothing more than to make him happy, completely dependent on the safety he provided.
Slick.
Slurp.
“You’re so good to me, Kei,” Makoto praised softly, his hips giving a slight, affectionate nudge forward.
“Let’s move to the bed now.”
He pulled back and wrapped his strong arms securely around her waist, lifting her completely off the floor.
Moving at a leisurely, deliberate pace, he carried her down the dim hallway.
They transitioned slowly through the quiet living room, the darkness of the apartment enveloping them as they finally reached the master bedroom.
Along the way, Kei’s uniform, shoes, socks, and underwear were discarded piece by piece, scattered carelessly across the floorboards.
He laid her gently onto the mattress, the sheets cool against her flushed skin, before following her down.
He flipped her onto her hands and knees, lifting her hips into the air.
From behind, her exposed backside and the thin layer of golden pubic hair looked absolutely enticing.
Makoto positioned himself at her entrance, leaning down to press a warm kiss to her shoulder blade to keep her calm.
Then, with a smooth, steady thrust, he buried his entire, long penis inside her tight, wet warmth.
Thud.
Splat.
“AAAAH! Makoto! Oh… it’s so deep!” Kei screamed softly, her head tossing back.
Makoto gathered her blonde hair near the roots, holding her in place with just enough firmness to anchor her as he began to pace his thrusts.
He moved into her with a fierce, rhythmic momentum, his heavy ball sacks smacking hard against her thighs with every single strike, the sound echoing in the quiet bedroom.
Smack.
Thud.
Splat.
“Urgghhh… you’re so tight, Kei… it feels amazing,” Makoto growled softly, thoroughly enjoying how completely he could unravel her while keeping his tone intimate and close.
“Ah, ah, ah! Yes! Don’t stop, please!” Kei sobbed out quietly, the intense pleasure completely wiping her mind blank.
The subtle combination of his hair-pulling and the solid weight of him pinning her down made her feel incredibly safe, anchoring her soul away from her dark past.
Smack.
Slick.
Thud.
The friction grew hotter, the wet sounds filling the bedroom as Makoto accelerated, his muscles flexing beautifully under the sweat as the minutes ticked away.
He could feel his climax rushing to the surface.
He gave a few more deep, deliberate thrusts, then suddenly pulled out right as he was about to blow.
He grabbed her hair gently, pulling her backward so she fell onto her knees on the bed, facing him.
“Open up for me, Kei.”
Kei instinctively opened her mouth wide, her tongue slightly out, looking up at him with utter devotion.
Splat.
White, hot semen erupted from his tip, shooting deep into her mouth and coating her lips and cheeks.
He came in heavy, thick ropes, filling her mouth until it slightly overflowed.
“Show it to me,” Makoto requested, his breathing ragged, a teasing, heated smile on his lips.
Kei kept her mouth open, tilting her head up with a dazed, submissive gaze, letting him see the thick puddle of his release pooling over her tongue.
“Good girl. Swallow it all.”
Kei swallowed hard, a tiny bit of drool escaping the corner of her lips as she cleared her throat, completely spent.<NSFW Ends>
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