Chapter 13
Chapter 13
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 13
Chapter Title: The Black Curtain with the Worst Figure
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Saturday.
Even so, I came to school.
No point lounging around the dorm with nothing to do.
Besides, after basking in that subtly thrilling vibe with Ren every single day for the past week, I was brimming with energy.
Maybe I should organize some material to teach her next Monday.
"No one's here."
The school grounds, buzzing with festival hype just days ago, were now eerily silent.
An empty school all to myself.
Feels like I rented out the whole damn place. Nice.
Would be great to bump into Ren by chance.
In visual novels or anime, protagonists just stroll around and girls crash into them on their own.
Lock eyes, slip into a stairwell landing, panties yanked down...
"Heh heh heh."
Slow, sticky slug sex has its charms, but that frantic pull-out quickie during break? A whole different thrill.
Gotta make that happen someday.
Then, out of nowhere, a weird noise from somewhere.
-"Hey, what the hell? Pull it out already?"
A small voice drifting from the end of the first-floor hallway past the central stairs.
-"Shit, why's it stuck like this?"
Vulgar as hell, super flippant tone.
Sounds familiar. Where've I heard that?
No rush anyway. Might as well check it out.
Clank clank.
As I drew closer to the source, it sounded like someone forcing open a jammed locker.
[Girls' Locker Room]
-"What're you doing? Move aside, lemme try."
Definitely those punks' voices. Kyosuke and Daisuke.
Delinquents showing up on a holiday weekend, trying to yank something from the girls' locker room?
Whatever it was, that's a crime.
The second I realized it, I whipped out my phone and hit record video.
Tough angling through the slight door gap, though.
At least grab the audio clear.
-"Hey, looks like it's locked with the camera still inside."
Camera?
These psycho bastards were running hidden cams.
-"Got it open!"
-"Heh heh heh, Kyosuke, let's check it. Already rock hard."
-"Wonder if the lower angle came out good."
This was gold.
Snuck into the girls' locker room, pried open a locked locker, retrieving their hidden cam—calling each other's names the whole time. All caught on tape.
No faces, but this should do it.
You're done for, you fucks.
How to play this?
Call the cops right now?
As my thumb hovered over the keypad, a new snippet of convo leaked from inside.
-"Oh, not bad at all? ...Hey, quit groping your junk and call Kurogami-senpai first. You filming this to jerk off?"
-"Y-yeah, sorry. Calling now."
Kurogami?
No clue who that is.
Means not even an extra in the game.
A real hidden black curtain?
I tuned my ears in tight, catching a ringtone from inside.
-Ring ring ring ring.
-Hello?
A woman's voice?
-"Uh, yes, senpai, sorry to bother you out of the blue. Remember that video we talked about? Got a fresh one—could you check it over?"
-Sigh~ Buncha horny idiots. Fine, send i□.
Garbled bits cutting in and out from the phone speaker.
-"Yes, senpai."
-And wha□ I told you?
-"Pardon?"
-Never mind. My bad for trus□ing morons like you. Send the vid and get your asses over he□.
-"Y-yes! Sorry, senpai! Same spot as last time, Nishikiyoru?"
-"Nah, I'm a□ school. Come find me. Classroom right no□—"
Click.
How deep did this go?
I figured just a couple punks with upskirt cams... but they had a backer?
Ren's A-route ending flashed through my mind.
Looked like pro snapshots, slick cover edit.
Right here, right now—a direct link formed between Ren's bad end and this black curtain.
Sure, checking her class schedule I know by heart, no PE listed, so she's safe for now...
But classic NTR villain duo plus an illegal porn ring mastermind? Way too perfect a setup.
Grind.
Couldn't confirm without knowing the full future, but the potential was there.
Punks profiting off cam vids, escalating to blackmail and netorare? Textbook NTR plot.
Ren might not be hit yet, but eventually she would be.
That's why that trash ending plays out.
I pocketed the phone I'd pulled for the cops.
This went beyond just wrecking those punks.
I had to take them down myself.
Couldn't let human garbage chill in an air-conditioned interrogation room.
But cool head said uproot every root slow and thorough—while my gut screamed to bust the door down and beat them to paste.
Inside, I was boiling over.
"Huu... huu..."
Once that NTR trauma got triggered, heat rushed my head, lips parched dry.
But then a familiar scent wafted in, gradually soothing my nerves.
Lavender.
Her cool, always-refreshing body fragrance.
"Ren...?"
I snapped alert, glancing down the opposite hallway end—just in time to catch the tips of her signature dark blue hair vanishing around the corner.
Ren.
Had she pulled me back from the edge?
Fate really exists, huh.
I hurried after her. If I didn't see her face right now to steady myself, strategy be damned—I'd smash everything.
"Kurogami-senpai, we're here."
"Took you long enough?"
A girl perched on a desk in the empty classroom, legs crossed.
Her academy uniform skirt hacked two inches shorter than regs—panty edges teasingly visible.
Top was no better. Breasts easily eclipsing an H-cup, black bra shadowing through her white shirt.
But the punks didn't dare ogle those tits.
The girl before them was the infamous eldest daughter of the Kurogami clan.
"Phew~. Vid looks solid. Nice work~"
"Heh heh, thanks, senpai. We won't get busted for illegal filming, right?"
"Busted? What kinda dumb shit is that? Wait while I finish my smoke. Before I burn you alive."
"Y-yes ma'am!"
Kurogami dangled her slipper off her toes, lipstick-smeared filter pinched between manicured nails.
Outfit and attitude trashy as hell, but her jet-black hair and languid features screamed class.
After sucking down the cig forever, she flicked the butt out the window and turned back to the punks.
"Siiiigh... So, spill. Who? How? Vid sales aside, you want payback, yeah?"
"Uh, this Korean punk named Yu Sanghyeon, senpai."
"Yu Sang...hyeon...?"
First she'd heard of him.
"Yeah, total arrogant prick. Day one picking fights, then chasing class girls like a horny monkey."
All bullshit.
The punks flipping their own crimes without a blink.
But Kurogami saw right through, just smirking.
"Don't care. Want him roughed up? Pony up. One mil."
"O-one m-million!? Yen?!"
"What, dollars better?"
"N-no, senpai!"
Decent rate for a hit these days—CCTV everywhere, bribing the law ain't cheap.
But a mil yen? Highway robbery for these lowlifes.
"Ky-Kyosuke... we ain't got that kinda cash... a million?"
"Shut it..."
She eyed their whispering with contempt, lighting a fresh cig.
"Hey. You drag me into this, then try playing it off? No cash, expecting freebie? Think one vid buys my wish-list service? My time's gold. Right?"
"N-no, senpai!"
"Nngh! Hell no!!"
Suddenly aware they'd hooked the wrong fish, the punks poured sweat.
Staring pitifully at their fidgeting, Kurogami tugged smooth a wrinkle in her stockings and spoke.
"Pathetic. Grown-ass dudes can't bag one classmate, gotta tattle for a beatdown."
"Guy's a monster, sis. No normal human. Built like a tank, smashed my full-force bat swing barehanded."
"Heh...? For real...?"
Kurogami's eyes narrowed, intrigue sparking.
