Arisu Sakayanagi's POV
Before the lesson of class started, I dragged Masumi Kamuro into a chess match.
I still couldn't accept the fact that I had lost my edge before, so I wanted to test it again, was I really slipping, or was I still the genius I knew myself to be?
As expected, Masumi Kamuro crumbled almost instantly in my hands. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at the board. "How could this be? Sakayanagi-san… you beat me in just one round? You're a monster."
She voiced her shock openly, but I frowned. Was Masumi holding back? Or was she truly this pathetic at the game?
Why had she lost so easily?
"Let's continue, Kamuro. This time, don't hold anything back." I pressed, my tone sharp.
She nodded solemnly, putting on a serious face.
"Yes, I will try my best this time, Sakayanagi-san."
And yet, she lost again. Just like that. My interest in her plummeted instantly. What a disappointment. What a noob.
Was Class A really foolish enough to assign her here?
I rolled my eyes inwardly and turned my attention to someone far more worthy. Kohei Katsuragi, the bald fool who had the nerve to challenge me for the position of class leader.
"Kouhei Katsuragi-san," I said with a thin smile, "let's settle our differences with a chess match. Whoever wins will become the Class Leader. The loser will step down."
Kohei's gaze turned toward me, his brows furrowing as he processed my words. "Don't you think this is a bit too rushed, deciding the Class Leader by a chess match, Sakayanagi-san?"
"You dare, or you don't, Katsuragi-san?" I shot back coldly. "If you can't even match a fraction of my intellect, then what qualifications do you have to stand as my rival in this class?"
"Sakayanagi-san, your words are as biting as ever." Kohei sighed heavily, then stood from his seat. "Fine. Lead the way. But let's adjust the terms of the bet. The winner will indeed become Class Leader, but if they abuse that position for personal gain instead of the advancement of the class, then the loser has the right to tear up the contract and openly oppose them."
"Good." I nodded, agreeing without hesitation. His condition didn't bother me in the slightest. My true objective was never the leadership itself, It was to confirm whether my genius still burned as brightly as ever.
Katsuragi was no fool. He wasn't on my level, of course, but he was still intelligent, that much was clear. Not quite my level, but still above the average. If I could crush him with ease, then it meant I was still the same genius as always.
If by some chance I lost, then it meant only one thing: I needed to study harder, train sharper, and prepare myself so that next time, I would never lose to Takashi-kun again
To my disappointment, when our match began, Kohei lost within only five rounds. The disbelief on his face was clear, his eyes wide as if he couldn't accept what had just happened.
"It's impossible… Sakayanagi-san, it seems you were really well-prepared for this. I admit defeat," he muttered dejectedly. He didn't even glance my way again, instead retreating to his seat with a stiff, tense expression, his pride clearly wounded.
I sat still, staring at the chessboard. My hand lingered over Kohei's fallen king, the piece now mine. A strange thought echoed in my mind.
Did I really win that easily against Kohei?
Why did it feel so simple?
I had expected difficulty, at least something resembling the brutal pressure I felt when playing against Takashi-kun. Yet here I was, unshaken, unchallenged.
No… it wasn't that my talent or my genius was fading. It was that Takashi-kun was simply on another level entirely. A monster, while I, no matter how gifted, was still just human. A genius, yes, but mortal all the same.
Hah… losing to him wasn't a disgrace. It wasn't even a shame. Being defeated by Takashi-kun was something inevitable, like a mortal being crushed under the weight of a god.
But even so…
I shifted my focus, my eyes narrowing toward Class C, to be precise at Ayanokouji-san. He was a monster too, and just as dangerous. More importantly, he was my boyfriend's enemy. That alone made it my obligation and my duty to drag him down, to make sure he stayed exactly where he belonged and unable to rise again.
From that moment, I set my resolve firmly. I would not play chess with Takashi-kun again until Ayanokouji was expelled from this school.
Only when I proved myself capable of defeating one monster would I be qualified to challenge the other.
So wait for me, Takashi-kun.
The next time we face each other across the board… I won't lose.
This time, I'll win.
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Honami Ichinose's POV
While my brother and his girlfriend were probably still tangled in the sheets, having sex with each other senseless and moaning the house down, I headed off to my class earlier than usual and ran into a bunch of my classmates.
Compared to my previous school, this one felt completely different.
The class here had way more nice people, classmates who were open, friendly, and easy to talk to.
Still, despite how close me and my brother were so close that we were practically intimate, we didn't even really know how each other's classes looked like. I had no idea what Class D, where my brother sat, was like compared to Class B, where I belonged.
It made me realize something. If I wanted to bond with him, our connection couldn't just be about sex. There were so many things I wanted to know about him.
What was he really like when I wasn't around? Were his classmates kind to him, or was he just putting on a front?
Was he actually enjoying this school life, or was he quietly suffering, trapped in this closed-off environment where outside communication was forbidden, even letting his writing go on hiatus because of it?
All these questions swirled in my head, and yet, when it came to my brother's whole individuality, who he was as a person, I knew nothing.
And that was dangerous.
Arisu, that sly vixen, already had a head start on me. She was worming her way deeper into his life, learning things about him that I hadn't, and if this kept going, she'd end up stealing him away from me completely.
I already knew my brother was biased toward her. I'd seen the way he showed her affection, giving her more warmth and tenderness than he ever did to me and that infuriated me.
This was bad.
This time, I wouldn't let things go the same way. This time, he would be mine for the entire day.
I was going to use this opportunity properly, not just to indulge him sexually, but to conquer his heart.
I had to refuse his every advance toward sex, not because I didn't want him, but because I refused to let him see me as just his convenient outlet.
I wanted him to see me as more, someone unforgettable, someone he could depend on, the same way he already depended on Arisu.
With those thoughts burning in my mind, I clenched my fists and smiled to myself.
The date my brother promised me was coming, and I swore I would make it extraordinary.
It wouldn't just be another moment for him, it would be the moment that bound him to me forever.
Unfortunately, ideals belong only to ideals. As soon as the bell rang and I met my brother, he leaned in close and told me that he was almost at his wit's end and needed to head to the bathroom, asking me to come with him.
I felt suspicious right away. Something in his eyes told me this wasn't as simple as it sounded. But I couldn't bring myself to refuse him.
Arisu never would have refused, and if I couldn't even match her in something so small, how could I ever hope to surpass her?
So, despite the pit in my stomach, I followed when he tugged me along.
The moment we stepped into the dormitory bathroom, he suddenly lifted my legs off the floor and pressed me against the cold wall, his mouth crashing onto mine in a deep, hungry kiss.
I tried to resist, to remind him about the date he promised me, but the words got stuck in my throat as his hand slipped into my panties, his fingers rubbing over my slit before sliding inside me.
The sensation tore a moan out of me, my body betraying me instantly as I forgot what I even wanted to say.
When he finally broke the kiss, I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could utter a word, his cock was already pressing against me, spreading my folds.
My eyes widened, and I gasped sharply as he shoved himself deep into my wet pussy.
His lips sealed mine again, swallowing my cries while his hips drove into me, each thrust slamming me against the tiled wall.
This time he wasn't gentle. His pace was rough and demanding, his hand groping my breast, squeezing and twisting my nipple, while his cock hammered in and out of me with wet, obscene slaps echoing through the empty bathroom.
Brother… you fucking bastard.
I realized then just how much of a liar he was. I should have never trusted him, never believed that he wanted to spend the entire day dating me.
This was his plan all along, to wear me down, to make me tired and weak, to leave me too exhausted, so I couldn't complain, couldn't demand more from him later.
And he succeeded.
After those monotonous classes filled with subjects I already knew, my body was already heavy with boredom and drowsiness.
Now, with him pounding into me this good, I felt myself being pushed closer and closer to the edge of my limits.
He didn't give me a chance to rest. He dragged me back to his room, tossing me onto the bed, the desk, the floor, anywhere he could take me.
His cock never left my pussy, thrusting deep inside me again and again, filling the dorm with the sounds of our bodies colliding, my muffled cries, and his ragged breathing.
By the time it was finally over, I could barely keep my eyes open.
My whole body trembled, my thighs sticky with his cum and my pussy still twitching from being used so thoroughly.
My consciousness began to fade, pleasure drowning me so completely that I couldn't fight it anymore.
My body trembled violently as one last orgasm ripped through me, and then everything went dark.
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