Chapter 67
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 67
Chapter Title: Second Scenario (2)
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After checking the reward contents, a short while later.
At first, I was a bit surprised because it gave me something other than memories.
But that only lasted a moment. Since there was no headache, I quickly claimed the reward just in case it changed.
"Mm."
After claiming it, what dropped into my hand was a watch... or rather, something straight out of Conan.
-Click.
"So that's how you look at it."
Fiddling with the peculiar wristwatch that seemed to have some special function, I muttered to myself.
It wasn't entirely clear, but this watch appeared to have three functions in total.
The first was just the clock function. Honestly, for something shaped like a watch, it'd be pretty lame if it didn't even have that.
And the second: location tracking.
Though it was called location tracking, the function itself was nothing fancy. Just...
'An arrow indicator, that's it?'
It simply pointed the direction toward the presumed location of the villain.
Judging by the direction, the villain in this scenario was way over at the high school.
Well, that stood to reason. The setting for She Becomes Vulgar in the Gym Storage was the high school this girl Haru attended, after all.
With that roughly making sense, I checked the wristwatch's final function.
'A function to share my location?'
The last feature was basically GPS—no, it was GPS. The kind that lets other devices share your position.
I wondered what the point of it was, but since you never knew when something like getting stranded might happen, I figured it wasn't a bad thing.
Anyway, I carefully strapped the wristwatch onto my arm.
They gave it to me, so I ought to make good use of it.
Thinking that to myself, I fastened the watch on my wrist, finished up my business, and turned off the screen.
Then, just like last time, time started flowing again.
"Huh? Takuya... why, what's wrong? Standing there all spaced out..."
"Nah. It's nothing."
I snapped back to reality at Momiji's words, having been watching the world come alive again.
Such a scene must be pretty rare, so my eyes had wandered without me realizing.
Shaking off my thoughts, I headed home with my little friends once more.
To get back to everyday normalcy.
Several more days passed after that.
During that time, I dove into gathering intel.
For one, I needed to check how far things had progressed. Plus, unlike last time when I'd brute-forced it blindly, this scenario required linking up Hiro and Haru—so I couldn't afford to mess around.
On top of that, the scenario didn't have to follow the game beat for beat. That's why I needed to investigate like this.
A few days of digging later...
I had a rough grasp of the situation.
'Hasn't fucked her yet. Hell, hasn't even laid a hand on her.'
Fortunately, we were right on the cusp. But the villain gym teacher's influence was already creeping in.
Things like frequent one-on-one counseling sessions with Haru, or her coming home late after them—they kept happening.
The real issue was that rumors about Haru were already buzzing among the students. It hadn't spread far, but in certain small circles, the story that Haru was giving her body to the gym teacher was already making the rounds.
Doesn't that mean she's already been fucked?
Having played through countless Ero Villain titles, I can say with certainty: no, she hasn't.
This was just the precursor symptoms.
Ero Villain loved throwing in your basic big-dick pig otakus, golden suns, or gym teachers as villains, but surprisingly, they favored clever ones too. Once the fucking started, the overt advances actually dialed back.
Then what were those rumors about?
'It's setup to gauge how much the protagonist trusts his heroine—and a device to highlight what a moron the protagonist is.'
Overhear some chatter on the street like that, and he'd go, [My ○○ wouldn't...], while shooting her a suspicious side-eye—what if?
Not that he ever brings it up. He just simmers in doubt.
That's why I called it a way to show off the protagonist's idiocy.
Anyway, at this stage of progression, things were bound to pop off soon.
Which meant I had to think even harder.
'Okay, so what now?'
How to hook up Hiro and Haru while crushing the shady gym teacher behind the NTR.
These days, Haru from the track team absolutely dreaded the moment club activities kicked off after classes.
There were a bunch of reasons, but the big two boiled down to this.
One:
"That's her, right?"
"Yeah, word is she's cozying up to that shady teacher."
"Hah, so that's how she snagged a starting spot without the skills?"
"Whoa~ check out those tits~"
"Heh. You perv, saying that where people can hear."
She'd earned her starting position through pure skill, but the backtalk claimed she'd fawned her way into it—mixed with crude catcalls about her body. And the other reason:
"Alright! Let's kick things off, team! Oh, before we do—Haru, come see me real quick."
"Yesss..."
Was shady Coach Kumoto, the man who could twist her hard-earned spot into something she'd supposedly whored out for.
Once Kumoto finished speaking, Haru trailed after him.
Then the whispers started up from behind—just loud enough for her to catch.
"Hah, counseling again? Doesn't give a damn about the other kids."
"Counseling? Nah, off to peddle her goods. Heh."
-Grip.
Haru clenched her fist tight where no one could see.
Those weren't from her grade. They came from the second- and third-year seniors.
Specifically, the ones who hadn't made the starting lineup.
Their motive was obvious.
'They couldn't cut it themselves!'
Haru had taken their spots.
It was ridiculous.
They hadn't made starters because their skills fell short. Plain and simple.
Hers was a position won fair and square—not bought with her body—yet jealousy had them spinning these twisted rumors.
Hell, the lineup got set before her chats with Kumoto, but they were tying it all together to drag her down.
Haru hated it with a passion.
But she couldn't call them out.
Senior-junior hierarchy in this world was a chasm too wide to bridge. No way she could speak up.
So Haru swallowed her rage and braced for the next headache.
"Haha, yeah. Haru, your times have really improved lately."
This shady creep Kumoto, right in front of her.
Haru wanted nothing more than to smash her fist into his sleazy mug and storm out—but that stayed fantasy. Reality? Just clenching that fist harder.
No matter her talent, punching a teacher meant kissing her starter status goodbye—at this school, at least.
So she kept her head bowed low, burying her feelings, and forced out a reply.
"Yess... thank you."
"Haha, can't credit it all to me—it's your hard work, kid."
Kumoto swept his eyes over her body like he was sizing up merchandise as he said it.
The words and that gaze lit a fire in her gut, but she held it together and asked,
"Um, so... why'd you call me here...?"
"Ah, no big deal."
Kumoto handed over a sheet of paper.
It was packed with intel on students from rival schools.
You might figure a guy tagged "shady teacher" sucked at his job, but nope—the opposite. He was damn good.
"Breakdown of who you'll be up against, plus our team's specs. Study it."
"Got it."
Making scouting reports digestible—simple terms, clear stats, even for kids who ditched class—that alone screamed competence.
So why the "shady" label?
Dead simple: rumors of him groping students back in the day. (Everyone acted like they were gospel.) Good coach or not, that's his rep.
Wonder why no pink slip with dirt like that? Just rumors, for one. And...
'He's got the skills.'
This scene always craves talent.
As Haru mulled that over, shady Coach Kumoto spoke up.
"You're good to go."
"Yes, sir."
"Oh, and watch out—some nasty rumors floating around lately."
"Underst...ood..."
"Good. Train hard."
"Yup. Will do."
Haru dipped her head and left the staff room.
Once her footsteps faded down the hall and he was alone, Kumoto slouched back in his chair, muttering to empty air.
"Haa... fuckin' bitch is on high alert."
He cursed like a sailor, fished a smoke from his pocket, stuck it between his lips, and lit up.
Inhaled deep, blew out a cloud, then griped,
"Tch. By now she'd usually crack a little—counseling, pushback, whatever. Mentally tougher than she looks."
Spreading those rumors? Calling her in nonstop? All to get at Haru. Or more precisely...
To groom a three-year fucktoy.
'Man, last year's was prime.'
Ran off right after graduation. Annoying as hell.
Kumoto mulled it over, then tugged out a book and a small zip pouch from under the papers he'd handed her.
'Gonna have to break her good this time—no sloppy escapes.'
The book laid out step-by-step how to ruin a woman—paired with usage instructions for the drugs in the pouch.
[Making My Own Slave – Ruin Edition]
'Heh heh, can't wait. Turning her into my slave...'
It was a manual detailing every filthy step to drag one woman into total ruin.