Extra Chapter 24.5 Fist Day of School

Iryoku yawned loudly as he walked through the street. "Yawwh," he groaned, his messy high school uniform and undone tie adding to his disheveled look. It was his first day back in high school after two years.

“Damn, I’m so sleepy. That old man and the old lady are crazy,” he muttered, remembering his parents berating him the night before.

“You have to finish your last year of high school!” his father had said sternly.

“We expect you to behave this time,” his mother added with a sharp tone.

Iryoku sighed. "Aren’t I a bit too old for high school now?" he thought to himself. After all, he was turning 20 this year. "I wanted to get a job instead," he mused, but it wasn’t like he had much of a choice.

As he approached Ashikawa High School, his new school, Iryoku let out another sigh. It was the beginning of the school year, and as he walked through the hallways, he quickly noticed how both students and teachers avoided him the moment they saw his face. His sharp, intimidating eyes, the dark marks beneath them, and his messy uniform all screamed "delinquent" to everyone around him.

Not that he cared. He was dead set on doing the bare minimum to graduate and finally look for a job. He wasn’t interested in causing any trouble anymore.

When he reached his classroom, he glanced at the crumpled paper in his hand with his schedule scribbled on it.

“Hmm, second period is Physical Education class Cool. Maybe I can sneak in some sleep,” he muttered as he walked to the back of the classroom and sat down.

The students around him quickly noticed his presence. One by one, they gathered their things and moved to nearby seats, trying to put as much distance as possible between themselves and him.

Iryoku barely paid attention. He simply dropped his bag on the desk, sat in his chair, and closed his eyes, ready for a nap.

As Iryoku was trying to sleep, he overheard voices coming from nearby.

"Look, that bitch is here," one girl muttered to her friend.

"I thought she’d finally stay home," the other replied.

"Well, I’ll make her leave once and for all. She thinks she’s hot shit."

Curious, Iryoku lifted his head and looked toward the doorway. A short girl with black, bob-cut hair and glasses walked in, her eyes downcast as if trying to disappear. What caught Iryoku’s attention, however, wasn’t just her timid demeanor—it was her delicate features and striking figure. Despite the loose-fitting uniform she wore in an attempt to hide her curves, it was impossible not to notice her large chest and alluring figure.

She walked past the two girls who had been talking about her, her expression visibly anxious. The worried look on her face only seemed to grow as she passed them, their eyes filled with malice. She quickly scanned the room and, seeing that the only empty desk was beside Iryoku, reluctantly sat down.

Once seated, she hunched over in her chair, curling into herself as if she wanted to vanish entirely.

Iryoku sighed. They must be bullying this shorty, he thought. Not my problem, though. I promised myself—and my folks—that I wouldn’t get into trouble this time.

With that, he rested his head back on the desk, determined to go back to sleep.

The class passed quickly, and as the bell rang to signal the end of the period, Iryoku stood up and stretched his arms. He watched as everyone left the classroom, feeling better after his short nap.

“Okay, so far so good,” he muttered, heading toward the gymnasium.

Once there, he plopped down on one of the benches where the other students were waiting for the teacher. He sat lazily, legs sprawled out, his usual uninterested expression on his face. As the students around him avoided his gaze, he leaned back and thought, I wonder if I’ll see something good, a sly grin spreading across his face.

While he was lost in his daydreams, a tall young woman entered the gym. She had a striking appearance—her mixed heritage evident in her half-Japanese, half-Caucasian features. Her red hair was tied into a neat ponytail, and she wore a pair of snug sports shorts and a white gym shirt that accentuated her powerful curves. Despite her confident posture, her figure rivaled the "shorty" from earlier in terms of allure.

The moment Iryoku saw her, his eyes widened in shock, and then his brows furrowed in irritation. His mood shifted instantly, and he looked down, anger simmering beneath his calm facade.

What’s she doing here? he thought bitterly.

The red-haired woman blew a whistle to gather everyone’s attention. “Okay, everyone, gather around! My name is Alessandra Mamoru, and I’m your new Physical Education teacher. It’s nice to meet you all!” she announced with a bright smile. “This is my first year teaching, so I hope we can get along well!”

The students immediately warmed up to her, with some trying to strike up conversations.

"You look so Young and pretty, Sensei! How old are you?"

"Are you foreign? Where are you from, Sensei?"

“Alright, that’s enough,” Alessandra said with a laugh. “I have just a few rules: Be nice to your classmates—I won’t tolerate any bullying—and try your best with the exercises. They’re good for you, and I want everyone to participate!”

As she spoke, Iryoku’s glare hardened, his expression growing darker and more menacing.

When Alessandra began calling attendance, her tone was cheerful—until she reached his name. “Iryoku Taiyou...” Her voice wavered, and her eyes widened in surprise as she scanned the group of students and called his name again.

No response.

She called again, her expression faltering slightly as she looked around the room. “Has anyone seen Iryoku Taiyou?”

A deep, annoyed voice came from behind the benches.

“Shut up already. I’m here. Just get it over with!,” Iryoku growled, standing and locking eyes with her.

The students immediately fell silent, sensing the tension. Alessandra’s confident demeanor wavered for a moment as her eyes widened in recognition. She looked shaken, and her voice trembled slightly as she quickly moved on to the next name on the attendance sheet, trying to regain her composure.

Iryoku sat back down, but as the class went on, he was nowhere to be found. He had slipped out of the gymnasium as soon as attendance was finished.

Iryoku skipped class until lunchtime, where he went to the cafeteria and bought a simple meal. He sat alone in the corner at a vacant table, sipping his drink through a straw.

As he sat there, the loud voices from a nearby table caught his attention. With one eye half-closed, he glanced over to inspect the source of the noise. It was a group of unruly students—a couple of guys and the two girls he’d seen earlier, the ones who had been talking bad about the short big booba girl.

Iryoku’s expression darkened, and an irritated scowl spread across his face as their voices grew louder and more obnoxious. Just as he was about to yell at them to shut the hell up, a commanding yet beautiful voice spoke from behind him.

“Guys, keep it down. We’re in a school,” the voice said firmly.

The rowdy students immediately quieted, though their faces were still filled with annoyance. Iryoku turned his head slightly and saw the red-haired woman, Alessandra, walking between the rows of tables, her sharp gaze fixing on any misbehaving students. She moved gracefully yet authoritatively, stopping to reprimand a group of troublemakers before continuing on her way.

As Alessandra walked farther away, the group at the loud table began whispering again, their voices low but their words venomous.

“That’s the one,” one of the girls muttered.

“When I was messing with the cow-udder midget, that bitch meddled with me just as I was about to pull down the midget’s shorts in the gym,” the other girl said with a sneer.

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One of the guys laughed. “You’re really vengeful, hahaha”

The first girl smirked. “She’s just like the midget. She thinks she can do whatever she wants just because of her looks.”

“Come on,” she continued, nudging one of the guys. “Why don’t you call your senpais and teach those bitches a lesson? They need to learn they can’t mess with us.”

The guy grinned maliciously, his eyes trailing Alessandra’s retreating figure. “Oh, my senpais would love to mess with those bitches,” he said with a menacing tone and a perverted glint in his eye as he stared at Alessandra’s body.

Iryoku listened silently, his expression unreadable. Damn, this isn’t my problem, he thought to himself as he stood up and left the cafeteria, not wanting to get involved.

As the next class began, Iryoku took his seat, his expression annoyed as he scanned the classroom. At the front sat the short, big-tited girl from earlier, hunched over her desk. At the back, the loud, unruly group from the cafeteria was already making themselves at home.

Iryoku sighed heavily, his mood souring. He didn’t want to get involved in any pointless drama.

One of the guys from the unruly group locked eyes with him the moment he entered. Iryoku ignored him completely, resting his chin on his hand. What, you want to fight me now? he thought to himself as the guy seemed to size him up.

The troublemakers wasted no time stirring up chaos. They whispered dirty jokes among themselves and began throwing small paper balls toward the short girl at the front.

“Ugh, smells like a dirty cow,” one of the girls sneered, giggling as she threw another paper ball. The short girl hunched even further, trying to make herself smaller, her face a mixture of embarrassment and fear.

Iryoku’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing in anger as he glanced sideways at the group. He opened his mouth, ready to say something, but someone beat him to it.

“Please stop. Are you children?”

The voice was calm yet commanding, and all eyes turned to the front of the classroom.

Standing there was a girl with long black hair styled in a perfect hime cut. Her uniform was immaculate, tailored to fit her shapely, elegant figure. Though her curves weren’t as prominent as the short girl’s or Alessandra’s, she exuded a natural grace that drew everyone’s attention. Her demeanor radiated high-class refinement, embodying the perfect image of a Yamato Nadeshiko.

“We’re already adults. Why are you behaving like this?” she continued, arms crossed and her tone firm. “If you don’t stop, I’ll call the principal.”

The unruly group fell silent, visibly caught off guard by her confidence. Satisfied, the girl turned on her heel, walked back to her desk, and calmly resumed reading her book.

The teacher and the other students looked at her with admiration, clearly impressed by her boldness.

The troublemakers, however, began whispering among themselves.

“Looks like we’ve got another candidate,” one of the guys muttered with a crooked grin.

“Isn’t her family supposed to be really important?” one of the girls asked, glancing nervously.

“I don’t care,” another girl replied. “Doesn’t your senpais have good backup, though?”

The guy smirked. “We’ll have to talk to them first.”

“Let’s do it today after school,” the other girl said with a wicked grin.

Their hushed conversation didn’t escape Iryoku’s sharp ears, but he remained silent, pretending not to care. Not my problem, he thought, though the tension in his jaw betrayed his irritation.

Later that day, the unruly group gathered outside a rundown construction site. The area was desolate, with rusted scaffolding and debris scattered around, the faint smell of damp concrete lingering in the air. Once inside, they made their way to a dimly lit room where a group of older guys and girls were hanging out, smoking and drinking cheap alcohol.

The laughter and vulgar curses echoed through the space. One man in particular stood out—he was older, muscular, and his body was covered in tattoos. A girl with a nose piercing sat on his lap, giggling as he whispered something crude in her ear.

One of the boys from the unruly group stepped forward nervously, speaking to the tattooed man. “What do you think, senpai? Can you help a friend out?”

The tattooed man leaned back in his chair, a sinister grin spreading across his face as he lit a cigarette with a red lighter “Yeah, no problem, little bro. Don’t worry about repercussions—they can’t do anything to me,” he said with a low, menacing laugh.

His eyes gleamed with malice as he continued, “You said the three bitches are beautiful? I’ll enjoy breaking them. Hahaha!” His laughter was dark and chilling, the kind that made the unruly girls in the group exchange uneasy glances.

Despite their fear, the group had gotten what they wanted. They thanked the tattooed man and quickly left the site, looking over their shoulders as they disappeared into the night.

Unbeknownst to them, someone had been watching the entire scene unfold. High above, hidden in the shadows of the skeletal structure, Iryoku crouched silently on the beams of the unfinished building, holding a cellphone and recording every single thing. He had followed the group, slipping through the darkness with practiced stealth, and now he’d overheard every detail of their vile plan.

His sharp eyes scanned the room below. Five guys and three girls, he counted silently, memorizing their positions. As he observed...

The next day, Iryoku was nowhere to be seen. After classes ended, Alessandra sat in the school office, holding his file in her hands. Her eyes widened with a mix of surprise and worry as she read through it, her fingers trembling slightly.

"No, no... why? This isn’t you... this... is my fault," she muttered, her voice breaking. Her expression wavered, tears threatening to spill as guilt consumed her.

Suddenly, something outside the window caught her attention. In the backyard of the school, near the baseball field, she spotted a group of students she recognized from yesterday. Among them was the short girl, Yumi, being pushed around by the group. Alessandra's heart sank as she saw one of the unruly girls hit Yumi on the head and laugh cruelly. It was clear they didn’t have good intentions.

Without hesitation, Alessandra bolted out of the office. On her way outside, she passed by the sports equipment rack, grabbing a baseball bat and resting it on her shoulder.

As she approached the group, her voice rang out with authority and command, "What’s happening here?"

The unruly group turned to look at her, feigning innocence. One of the girls spoke up, "Oh, it’s nothing, Sensei. We’re just planning to go to karaoke to have fun."

But their demeanor changed when they noticed the bat resting on Alessandra’s shoulder. Her sharp gaze and intimidating presence made her look anything but approachable.

One of the boys tightened his grip on Yumi’s shoulder, causing the girl to hunch even further in fear. Alessandra’s voice softened, but her tone was firm as she addressed Yumi, "That’s too bad because Yumi here has baseball practice with me. Come on, Yumi, let’s go."

Yumi looked up at Alessandra, her eyes wide and nearly brimming with tears. The gentle reassurance in Alessandra’s voice gave her the courage to speak.

"Y-Yes, Sensei," she whispered, her voice quiet and trembling as she walked toward Alessandra.

Alessandra kept her eyes locked on the group, her bat moving subtly on her shoulder as if making a silent statement. Her cold, commanding presence silenced any protests they might have had—at least temporarily.

One of the boys, attempting to maintain his bravado, smirked and said, "Alessandra-sensei, why don’t you and little Yumi join us for karaoke? We could all have some fun together."

Her response was sharp and icy. "No can do. Yumi and I will be having after-school sessions every day from now on. I’ll also be escorting her home. Our schedule is packed, so you’ll have to go without us. Now, leave."

The group exchanged frustrated glances but didn’t dare argue. They muttered curses under their breath as they finally walked away. "Don’t worry," one of them sneered as they left, "we’ll find a way."

As the group disappeared, Alessandra turned to Yumi and bent down to match her height. She gently pulled the trembling girl into a comforting hug. Tears streamed down Yumi’s face as she began to sob uncontrollably. Alessandra stroked her back and whispered softly, "Don’t worry. I’ll protect you. I swear."

Unbeknownst to them, a figure sat on a distant bench, watching the scene unfold. It was Iryoku. A faint smile crossed his face as he stood, the visible scratches and bruises on his arms and face evidence of a prior confrontation.

Without saying a word, Iryoku turned and walked away, his expression unreadable. But as he left, he followed the unruly group at a distance until they arrived at the abandoned construction site. Once they were inside, Iryoku intercepted them, stepping out of the shadows and blocking their path.

He casually pulled out a cigarette, lighting it with a flick of a red lighter. The orange glow briefly illuminated his face as he exhaled a plume of smoke, staring menacingly at the group.

“Who the hell are you?” one of the guys demanded.

“Aren’t you in our class?” one of the girls added, her voice shaky despite trying to sound confident.

Iryoku blew a cloud of smoke in their direction, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a pocketknife. He flicked it open and began twirling it idly in his hand. The group froze, their confidence replaced by unease.

“Calm down, dude! We don’t have anything against you,” one of the guys said nervously, holding his hands up.

Iryoku’s cold, angry voice cut through the tension. “Oh, yes, you do. You dared to mess with one of my my women.”

The group flinched at his words.

“What, the little runt?” one of the guys sneered, though his voice wavered slightly.

Iryoku stopped spinning the knife and clicked his tongue in irritation. “I don’t like people talking shit about my belongings.”

One of the girls finally mustered the courage to speak, her tone dripping with disdain. “I don’t believe this new guy thinks he can come here and do whatever he wants. We’ll call our sempais. When they get here, they’ll teach you a lesson you won’t forget. One of them’s even Yakuza,” she said smugly.

Iryoku smirked, leaning against a steel beam. “Really? Then call them. I’ll wait,” he said mockingly.

The group quickly fumbled for their phones and made a call. But as soon as the call connected, a familiar ringtone echoed from Iryoku’s pocket. He pulled out his phone with a grin and answered in a cheerful tone.

“Moshi moshi, Iryoku desu.”

The blood drained from their faces as they heard his voice both in person and over the line. A chilling silence followed as Iryoku ended the call and began walking slowly toward them, his knife glinting in the dim light.

“Now,” he said, his grin turning sinister, “I’m going to show you who the new boss in town. And don’t worry, girls—I’m a firm believer in gender equality.”

His menacing words sent shivers down their spines.

After some time, Iryoku emerged from the rundown construction site, spitting on the ground with a disgusted expression. "Ugh," he muttered, coughing as if he were sick. "Damn, I hate smoking," he grumbled as he threw the lighter and cigarette away.

As he adjusted his jacket and began walking home, he smirked to himself. "Well, at least it’s a good thing I recorded everything. With this footage, they’ll stay quiet."

He tucked his hands into his pockets and started whistling a carefree tune, his footsteps echoing faintly as he disappeared into the night.

In the following days, the entire unruly group stopped coming to school. Whispers spread through the student body, and Iryoku established himself as the new top predator at the school. His presence alone instilled fear in many.

Meanwhile, under Alessandra’s care, Yumi began to blossom. Little by little, she opened up to others, gaining confidence. She tried new sports and gradually shed a bit of her gloomy demeanor. She even found the courage to thank Reika for standing up for her and often practiced sports with her and Alessandra.

“Ahh, I’m so tired, Sensei,” Yumi said, panting as she practiced volleyball with Alessandra after class.

“Come on, Yumi, you can push yourself a little more. Remember, tomorrow you’re playing against Reika’s class,” Alessandra said, her encouraging smile never fading.

“But isn’t the sports festival the day after tomorrow?” Yumi asked, wiping sweat from her forehead.

“It is,” Alessandra replied as she tossed the volleyball back to her, “but tomorrow’s just a practice match. Let’s use it to show them what you’ve got!”

Yumi caught the ball and nodded with a smile.