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• Double Quotation marks(") are used when character is speaking out loud.
• Single Quotation mark(') is used when character is speaking out loud.
A/N: Hello, this is the author who wrote this fiction. And I wanted to remind you that, there is a person behind the screen. 🥺. Sitting and writing for your entertainment.
So please be kind when you find mistakes because I have dyslexia. 🤕. (Internally: You think I'm afraid of you!?)
But every comment is greatly appreciated. 😢(Internally: Come over with your wife!!)
Please be kind to me! ☺ (Internally: I will fuck you over on a cuck chair and make your drink my cum from your wife's pussy!!)
Co-Author Note(same dude): Please pay attention that no cuck was harmed and no wife's pussy was destroyed. The author rambling was for pure entrainment purpose.
But that being said, I don't hate cucks. I love them!
(Trump impression)
I love cucks~(minors).
I love all of them~(minors).
(Impression end)
They are doing such a great social service by offering their beautiful wives for starved guys like me to use while they sit in the cuck chair and label us as toys to keep their fragile ego intact, it's honestly so touching.🤧
Keep up the good work.
By yours truly,
MusterbatingSaint.
A/N: By now, most of you probably have already left feeling all offended.
Which is fine. Because the story your about to read is written by a basterd like me.
So expect something different. I wrote this FANFIC as pure blowing off steam purpose. I wrote this fic in a style I always wanted to write but I can't do that on my main author account for the sake of keep readers retention and stuff.
This fic is for my own creative satisfaction but I wanted to share it with you guys.
Alright. Enough rambling. Enjoy.
[Status Update]
Updated: 3:32 A.M. Feb. 27th.
Mental Stae: Half asleep.
Emotional State: Horny. Needy of sex.
Physical state: Rubbing dick on the mattress while laying on the stomach and writing.
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April.
Wind blew gently. Carrying sakura leaves with it. A bus zoomed through a road. Destination, Tokyo Metropolitan Advanced Nurturing High School.
Inside the the bus, students quietly waited for their stop to arrive. A boy with short, shiny black hair and ocean blue eyes sat beside the window seat. Gazing outside. Wind rustling his hair. Revealing his attractive face.
Beside him sat a girl with very striking appearance with long back hair flowing down like a river. Her piercing red gradient eyes locked onto the book she is reading. She had a sterne expression on her face.
The boy, Kiruyin Sakiho, enjoyed the morning breeze hitting his face. His mind drifting to the school he is about to attend.
'Advanced. Nurturing. High School. Advanced. Nurturing. High School... what a catchy name. But nurture us into what? Corporate drones?'
Kiruyin couldn't help but scoff internally at his absurd thought. He doesn't know how he got in. Although he hated to admit it, he was, by no means a smart person. Although he graded near the top in junior high. But that's the best he can do.
He had left the answer paper empty. And in the interview, he had probably traumatised the interviewers so severally that they may not be able to recover in the next thousand years.
'Poor souls. Tryinna mess with me? But... did they try to mess with me?'
Kiruyin still couldn't understand why he was admitted.
'Recommendation? By whom?'
Recommendation seemed the most please able option. But in his memory, he hadn't done anything to be recommend. Nor have he been scouted by anyone.
'Unless... its doraemon(principle)! That damn baldy! He got rid off me!'
Kiruyin felt that his principle must be behind this! Otherwise, nothing makes sense. He got recommended and was admitted.
'...So the entrance exam was just a facade...'
Kiruyin kept a straight face but he scoffed at his absurd thoughts again.
'I should stop using my [Divining] skills for now. If I accidentally let these thoughts out. I can say goodbye to my High School life. Immediate social death! Labelled as a crazy retard!'
'...'
'Better not.'
Kiruyin shifted his focus to elsewhere. His expression unreadable the whole time. The bus stopped and an old lady got in. She looked frail. Pitiful.
'Where is that old dudat's gonna go? To heaven?'
He couldn't help but find his situation funny. Last stop is a High School. Even though the High School has mandatory boarding school system, he couldn't find any reason for an old women to make trip there without any reason.
'Has the school already started to nurture us?'
Kiruyin thought with a light chuckle. He slowly stood up.
"Hay granny. Come sit here."
He said while already towards the front of the bus. The old woman's eyes widened slightly.
"Thank you young man. I appreciate it."
She said with a light smile and started slowly walking towards the seat he gave up. Almost everyone in the bus was looking at him. Except for special few. Like the guy with sleek back blonde hair he just passed by. He had his arms and legs crossed. A haughty expression marred his face. Like the world owed him something just from him existing.
'Is that guy a narcissist?'
Kiruyin couldn't help but think that this guy was trouble. So he walked further ahead. Feeling everyone's gaze, he felt awkward. So he took out a light novel from his shoulder bag and pretended to read.
Kiruyin honestly didn't even like this series. This book is something he [borrowed] from his best friend as a parting gift.
'Heh~. That basterd is probably crying tears of blood right now.'
His lips curled up slightly. He very much wanted to see his best friends agonising cries but he couldn't so he started to imagine it inside his head to stractch the itch. Until a melodic voice crashed his train of thoughts(BooM!).
"Thank you for giving up your seat classmate! I'm Kikyo Kushida! Nice to meat you!"
Kiruyin looked over to the slightly leaning classmate wearing same type of uniform as him. She had short beige colour hair and crimson gradient eyes.. He looked her into the eyes, expanding every bit of will power to not look down.
He smiled slightly.
"Nice to meet you too, Kushida-san. I'm Kiruyin Sakiho."
"Wow! That's such a cool name Sakiho-san! I wish I had cool name like you! Where are you from Sakiho-san? I'm from Atsugi! Kanagawa Prefecture by the way!"
"I'm from Kasugabe, Saitama Prefecture."
Kiruyin answered curtly. He couldn't help but think that this girl was trying too hard. She gave off this uncomfortable feeling. Although his mind was telling him to talk more and see more, his guts felt off. And he trusts his instincts very much.
"Kushida-san, you see. Although I would like to talk to you more, but I would like to finish this book. I'm in an interesting segment. Its too addicting you see. I feel like I won't be able to sit quiet if I don't. Hope you understand. We can talk after the entrance ceremony if you want to. Since we will be in the same grade..."
He said with a difficult expression. Trying to over explain himself. Appearing somewhat guilty.
"It's fine Sakiho-san! Really! Please go ahead and read! I won't disturb you any longer! Hope we get along after entrance ceremony!"
"Sure thing!"
Kiruyin said with a smile and focused on the book. He had a small smile on his face. Expressing relief. The bus fell silent again. The gentle humming of the engine ringing.
'Damn. Why are there so many scary people?'
Although it looked like he was reading intensively as his eyes were moving and he was occasionally flipping pages, he wasn't reading at all.
His thoughts are occupied by the students in the bus. The Kushida girl especially, not out of excitement, but out of unease. The more she talked, the more unease he got.
Then there was that blonde narcissist. Kiruyin wanted nothing to do with him. Then there was that girl he was sitting beside. She gave of the feeling of trouble even without doing anything. A sterne person. So much so that he felt if he were to talk to her, he will regret it for the rest of his life.
Then there was the boy with brown hair and eyes. Face emotionless. Eyes still as stagnant 1water. Observing everyone with his detached expression.
'What's with you dude!? Why are you expressionless!? Are you some kind of protagonist of an anime with a sad back story!? Or are you some lab rat here to run rampant!? Bruh. Too scary man.'
Kiruyin calmly flipped another page. Face showing interest in what he was doing. But internally he was freaking out.
'God of bus! Bless this slow poke of a bus with speed buff! Take me to the school fast! I don't wanna stay here anymore!'
He felt the bus was going extremely slow. Frustration boiling up. He flipped another page.
Inhaled and exhaled.
'Welp. That was embarrassing. Why did I freak out like that? It's not like they are going to eat me? If they try... that's that I guess. I will think of it later when the time comes.'
Kiruyin suddenly felt embarrassed and mocked by the voice in his mind, decided to drop the whole thing of worring about others.
He closed the book and looked out of the window. The school gate was visible. He didn't put the book inside his bag. That was his only defence against Kushida. He regretted even talking to her now. Bitterness filled his heart but he can't to anything now. He walked towards gate in slow steps. The bus slowly stopped as well.
He looked back and gave Kushida a light smile.
"Well, Kushida-san. Let's catch up after entrance ceremony."
With that, he hopped down from the bus and walked straight through the gate while appreciating the scene.
'Hope that will keep her from bothering me for the moment.'
Kiruyin thought absent mindedly. The sakura leaves slowly fell down, the scene calmed down his heart somewhat. As he walked further ahead, he noticed many cameras monitoring every possible direction.
'Damn. I knew something was wrong with this school!'
Kiruyin frowned. The reason he didn't take the entrance exam seriously was because this school have suspicious vibes. Free tuition. 100%... employment? University enrollment? He couldn't remember. The moment he read 100%, he yeted the guide book out of the orbit(he didn't).
But the point stands. The offers were too good to be true. And in this world, there is nothing more expensive than free stuff.
So Kiruyin hadn't believed even for a moment that thus school was normal. The entrance exam had already raised all the red flag one need to look out for. And the surveillance just solidified his belief.
As he walked towards the school building and noticed more cameras, his heart started to involuntarily beat faster. An ambitious feeling slowly rose in his heart.
'I wonder...'
He reached his class. He looked up to the sign on top of the door.
[1-B]
He opened the door and entered the classroom. There were already all the students present in the school. He was the last. But still, his arrival didn't cause much stir. He found his assigned seat. Last row. By the corridor. He quietly sat down and observed the classmates he will be attending this school for the next three years.
The girls were surrounding a beautiful girl with apricot peach gradient colour hair and steel blue gradient colour eyes. She had a genuineness on her expression that made people be at ease and draw everyone closer. Unlike the fake he meet few minutes back.
Kiruyin scanned the whole class and noticed a camera plaxed in a way that one wouldn't notice if they didn't look closer. He narrowed his eyes. His curiosity was piqued. He really wanted to know what this was all about.
"Everyone! The time for teacher is near! Let's leave a good first impression!"
The pushover girl said enthusiastically. Everyone nodded and got back to their seats.
Pushover.
Yes.
That's what Kiruyin labeled her as. Even though she is kind, gentle and charismatic in her own way, she was still a pushover. She got pushed into leaders position without her consent. He noticed the vibe of the whole class, they acknowledged her as the leader.
'Bruh moment. A moment of silence for the kind pushover... amin.'
Kiruyin silently prayed for the girl. He felt that she has a hell lot of pain awaiting her in the future. Although he doesn't know Uchida about the school or the rules. It certainly won't be anything good.
The information about the happenstance inside the school is too scarce outside. That's a dead give away. Even the mandatory boarding school system is also suspicious.
'I think I will tour the school and see what I can find after the entrance ceremony... for now. We wait.'
With that, Kiruyin supported his head with his hand and started day dreaming. Waiting for the teacher. But he didn't have to wait much. She arrived just in time...