“Ngh, aah!
Hah, nnn…
ngh, ah!”
A girl with lustrous, silky purple hair that cascaded down her back in elegant waves, framing her sharp, beautiful face with striking violet eyes that gleamed with a mix of defiance and unwilling pleasure, was letting out luscious gasps.
Her skin was pale and flawless, smooth as porcelain with a subtle flush creeping across her cheeks, and her slender, athletic figure—honed from her Class A discipline—trembled slightly against the wall.
Standing as if leaning against the wall, she let out a voice that was faint but certainly tinged with color, as if being toyed with by my fingertips.
“You’re letting out a voice that sounds like you’re feeling pretty good, aren’t you?”
“D-don’t screw around…
a voice like that…
I…
hah…”
“I see, so it’s just my imagination.”
“That’s right…
nnn, ah…
being threatened by a guy like this, doing these things…
having a voice…
hah!”
“What do you mean by ‘like this’?
Tell me properly.
What exactly am I doing to you?”
“I told you, my place…
ngh, ugh!?
T-touching…
nhaa!”
Looking at the figure of the girl glaring at me while letting out sweet voices here and there—her thigh-length purple hair tied in a long ponytail on the right side with bangs swept to the right side, now slightly tousled with silky strands clinging to her damp forehead and flushed cheeks, her full lips parted in reluctant moans, and her perky D-cup breasts rising and falling rapidly beneath her crisp white school blouse—I moved my fingers as if to torment her…
and to make sure—while recalling how things had turned out this way.
Suddenly, I realized I was in this world.
I knew immediately that this was not the world I knew.
I was in an unfamiliar house, and my reflection in the room’s mirror was not one I recognized.
An unfamiliar appearance.
However, somehow, I felt like it looked familiar.
What was it…
while thinking that, I searched the house to grasp the situation.
As a result, a single student ID card turned up.
Even though I shouldn’t have recognized it, the moment I saw it, I knew it was mine.
I picked it up and read it.
The name written there was, as expected or rather naturally, not my name.
“…Kasuga Kuzu?”
Seeing that name, I remembered.
“—Wait, it’s Kuzukasu!?”
That was the name I had given the protagonist of a game I was playing.
“No, hold on.
I thought this face looked familiar, so that’s what it is?
Am I…
have I become Kuzukasu?”
”Classroom of the Elite —New World—” —that was the name of the game I was playing.
It’s an open-world game based on the original work where you can live in the world of “Classroom of the Elite” as either original characters or the source material’s cast.
The game has a considerable volume just by playing normally, but it was famous for being able to enjoy various worldviews by plugging in MODs created by volunteers.
I had tried and played through quite a lot of them myself.
Kasuga Kuzu was one of the characters within those.
“Still, Kuzukasu, huh…
Glad it wasn’t one of the others.”
Compared to the other worldviews I had played through—like the ones where “Kakegurui” or “Yakuza” settings were installed, or the Duelist Timeline—this world is still much better.
The first two have far worse public safety than the original, and in the Duelist Timeline, Ayanokouji keeps pulling off one-turn kills, so I eventually gave up on it.
Compared to those, Kuzukasu’s world isn’t a big deal.
At most, the characteristic of this timeline is simply that it’s a full-on R-18 eroge world line.
“Ah, I’m starting to remember.
I think I started this to see if I could clear it using only the unique skill ‘Playboy’?”
In this timeline, in addition to stats like intelligence and athletic ability, “sexual techniques”—in other words, sex skills—also exist.
Kasuga Kuzu is a character specialized only in that build.
He’s a type who didn’t put a single initial point into stats like intelligence or athletic ability and poured everything into sex-related skills, which is frankly refreshing in its specialization.
Hence, Kuzukasu (Scum-trash).
After all, I wasn’t thinking about any way to clear the story other than seducing girls.
Or rather, the unique skill “Playboy” can only do that.
Basically, stats can be raised through in-game actions, but a “Playboy” holder has the disadvantage that their stats only increase by seducing girls.
“Is that why I’m in Class D?
I think I remember that if you have this skill, you could only get into C or D…
And I believe it makes it easy to give a bad impression?”
As I dug up my memories, I had already enrolled in Advanced Nurturing High School.
Memories of seeing familiar faces from the original work in the classroom also resurfaced.
Kiyotaka Ayanokouji, who is the original protagonist but also essentially the final boss in most timelines.
Suzune Horikita, the orthodox beautiful girl with long black hair; Kikyou Kushida, the black-hearted angel; and Kei Karuizawa, the gal-type beauty, and so on…
“…It really is the world of Classroom of the Elite.”
The people in my memories were very vivid, and I realized that fact once again.
I don’t know the logic behind it, but it seems I’ve come to the world of Classroom of the Elite.
For some reason, as the character I was using.
As Kasuga Kuzu.
“This is—bad.”
It would have been fine if I had just come to the world of Classroom of the Elite.
Then I could have enjoyed this situation half-jokingly, but—the problem was that I had become the game character Kasuga Kuzu.
“Since I am Kuzukasu, it’s more reasonable to think I’ve come to the game’s version of the Classroom of the Elite world rather than the original work.
If that’s the case, there’s one problem.”
The question is, what happens if I get expelled—in other words, if it’s a game over in game terms?
In the game, the moment you are expelled, it’s a game over.
What happens to the current me then?
Would I continue to live as Kasuga Kuzu?
Or would I return to my real-world self?
That’s right, there’s no guarantee anywhere.
“I need to survive no matter what.
Avoid expulsion and aim for graduation.
It’s not that difficult in a normal play-through, but…”
If it were a normal play-through, just graduating wouldn’t be particularly difficult.
Setting aside things like graduating after making your class Class A or saving up 20 million points—if it’s just about graduating, it’s not hard at all.
However, the problem is…
“I’m a…
‘Playboy’ after all.”
A “Playboy” doesn’t improve their stats through normal play, and as a disadvantage of the skill, they easily give off a bad impression—meaning it’s hard to raise general favorability.
What this means is that if a situation arises where an expellee must be decided within the class, I will almost certainly be brought up as a candidate.
My reputation is bad, my stats don’t improve, and if stats don’t improve, it means performing well in special exams is also difficult.
“…This is no good.
I have to take action early.”
There is a solution.
But the problem is who to target.
Thinking about the future, I want to understand the mechanics as soon as possible.
That said, is there someone convenient enough who I can force into a relationship—
”…Wait, there was one.”
That was the story from a few days ago.