I never would've imagined transmigrating into Classroom of the Elite after dying.
Especially when I only watched the first season of the anime—my knowledge barely scratches the surface. I'm not some genius strategist or martial arts prodigy. I'm just... average. Realistically, I'd be expelled the moment I lost whatever little purpose I had here.
Luckily, I'm not entirely helpless.
I have a golden finger.
But things haven't been as easy as I expected.
A translucent screen floats in front of me—I've been staring at it since the moment I woke up in this new world. The contents haven't changed:
[Quest:]
Uncover Kushida Kikyo's exhibitionist tendencies! Molest her discreetly on a public bus without getting caught or revealing your identity.
[Reward:]
Ayanokoji Kiyotaka Template—(Locked until completion)
[Condition:]
Your finger must enter her tight, dripping wet cave. Be warned—the undergrowth hasn't been maintained.
I blink slowly. 'This system… it's not just perverted. It's insane. But then again—so am I, for even considering it.'
Among all the girls in Classroom of the Elite, Kushida Kikyo is, without a doubt, my favorite.
Not because of her body—though she's undeniably attractive—but because of what lies beneath her smile. Her second personality… no, her true self, is what draws me in.
That twisted, manipulative, two-faced bitch?
Yeah. That's exactly my type.
I'm not some masochist begging to be blackmailed—it's not that kind of fetish. It's something more primal, more refined. It's a hunger for the game, for dominance. I want to take Ayanokoji's place, not to outsmart her, but to bind her. I want to let her play her games, whisper my secrets, make her believe I'm trusting her, and then betray her like she always does—just so I can flip the script.
I want her to taste her own poison.
And when she's teetering on the edge, exposed, cornered, stripped of all her masks...
That's when I'll ravage her—body, mind, and soul.
Not out of hatred. Not even lust.
But because she will have become mine.
Like a fruit I've cultivated from seed, nurtured and protected through seasons of deceit—watched it grow, blossom, ripen… and finally, when it's perfect?
I'll pluck and devour it.
Savor every bite like it's a forbidden delicacy meant only for me.
I won't allow anyone else to have her. No one! I must absolutely be the one to do her.
After all, birds of a feather flock together….
I licked my lips inwardly as my gaze slid toward the girl standing in front of me.
Shoulder-length beige hair tucked behind a headband. Crimson eyes—large, expressive, and glinting with that fake cheerfulness I knew all too well—Kushida Kikyo.
Her red school uniform hugged her curvy figure like it was tailored to seduce. Gold trimmings danced along the edges, drawing attention to her form. Just above her ample chest was a dark red ribbon tied neatly—the perfect deceitful bow atop a wicked little gift.
Her skirt—white and dangerously short—offered fleeting glimpses of her flawless, milky thighs.
The packed bus added heat to the already suffocating atmosphere. Our bodies were pressing together. The stagnant air and her soft panting.
A bead of sweat trickled down her neck, gliding along her spine. Some reaching the back of her knee—flushed red from the heat.
She shifted her legs slightly, and I caught a whiff of something sweet and sinful.
There were no available seats, so we stood at the back, our bodies swaying together with each turn of the bus.
This should be the part where people will argue about seats. I'm planning on taking advantage of that conflict. However, when I look around, I realize that there are only two students on board. Not only that, the PWD seat is occupied by a senior citizen.
'What's going on? Why does everything seem to be in order? 'I'm a little bit confused. This is also a bad thing since there are no students other than us; it would be difficult to get closer to her without being noticed. Our uniform stands out too much. Although I could retreat today and take my chances later, the probability would decrease by a large margin. She's a social butterfly, always surrounded by classmates or clingers. Even if she's way too tight-lipped about her personal life, well, others won't be. I put that into consideration; otherwise, I wouldn't be gunning for her in the first place.
'Tch. What now? 'I bite my lip, frustrated. My average brain struggles to come up with the best play. Let's just hope that there will be a lot of people leaving the bus at the next stop. However, that would be unreliable, and I'm rushing this template. There's still a month before the exam—if I unlock Ayanokoji's template early, I can start draining the field, collect points, and expand my deck from the shadows.
'It seems like I have to resort to violence; I cannot unleash my inner demons yet.' Knowing I'm still weak, but wait for me, I'll slowly feed it.
'Let's just take a small risk; if I somehow get punished, getting that template is still worth it.' I pull out a pen from my bag and hold it in my right hand.
Kushida and I are roughly the same height, but since she's standing a step ahead of me, it gives her a slight elevation—making this move easier to execute without suspicion.
I don't know much about women's bodies since I was a virgin in a previous life; however, I actually got molested by a woman in a cafe, and I couldn't even resist it. I was basically at her mercy. I still remember the way she touched my body, making me feel aroused even without realizing it. The way her fingers danced along my skin like they'd memorized my reactions. Looking back, I regret not doing anything. But maybe it was a good thing… hell, was that even a woman? I don't know.
After having an orgasm through her hand job, I rushed out immediately and never came back to that place. I even spent an entire week hiding in my room thinking she would pop out of my house. I couldn't tell anyone—it felt humiliating, especially as a man. The whole situation was messed up.
Anyway, I'm going to use that experience. Although there's a huge difference between men's and women's physiques, it doesn't necessarily mean it works completely.
'I'm going to start now.'
The first thing she did back then was touch the least sensitive part of me—ease me in. So I'll do the same. I'm going to aim for her thigh using this pen.
Even if Kushida notices she's being poked, she won't make a scene. But just in case I start scribbling nonsense into a notebook, I write a fake slice-of-life novel—to act like I'm distracted. I even furrow my brows a little from time to time, pretending to be deep in thought as my hand slowly lowers to waist level. It looks so natural but deliberate. I slightly glide it down just a little bit to tease to see her reaction.
'There was no response? So she either doesn't care or isn't feeling anything.
Knowing this, I couldn't help but smirk inwardly. I needed to do it a number of times before increasing the intensity.
'No response? Interesting! Either she didn't notice… or she doesn't care." I suppress a smirk. 'That's fine. This is just the beginning.'
I'll keep going, starting with small touches, spaced apart, until I can increase the intensity without setting off alarms. 'She's already a frog in boiling water.'
After several attempts, she still didn't show any reaction, which I found odd. After all, I was teasing her inner thigh, dangerously close to her groin. Any normal girl would've jumped, flinched, or screamed by now.
'Does she really not care... Or is she just that horny? 'I don't know, but this is my chance.
I gripped the pen like a scalpel and slowly slipped it past the waistband of her panty, guiding it with precision. A gentle stroke toward her clit—hoping to see some kind of reaction. Just enough pressure to test the waters. I wasn't disappointed.
'Heh.' I bit down a chuckle as I watched her squirm from behind.
A subtle jolt ran up her spine, followed by a shiver that danced across her body.
A soft, breathy gasp escaped her lips.
"Hngh..."
I couldn't see her face, but her body spoke. Her mouth let out a soft moan, showing her arousal.
'I see... So she really has this kind of fetish? I would've never known. But considering the way she forced herself on Ayanokoji and blushed when he touched her breast, that's probably a sign she's really into it.'
'Now, time to go deeper.'
I twisted the pen in slow circles—swirling near the clit, grazing her slit, then dragging along the crease of her inner thigh. Her legs stiffened. She shifted her weight, trying not to make it obvious she was reacting.
'She's about to reach climax,' I mused inwardly and stopped midway, resetting her stimulation and switching to my fingers instead.
This time, I snuck my index and pointer fingers directly to her clit and pinched it. Her thighs stiffened, and she stood on her toes with curled toes. I penetrated her hymen with my middle and ring fingers, reaching her G-spot. She let out a loud moan.
"Uhm. Ahh~"
'This girl...' I glanced around the surroundings to see if anyone noticed us, but thank God—the lady nearby was wearing headphones. My fingers were already inside, but the notification for the quest hadn't come yet.
'Do I have to make her orgasm?' 'I don't know. The condition was just to put my fingers inside—it's probably not deep enough. So instead, I gently lowered it until it reached the tip, then inserted it back again with full force.
'Finger of death!! '
She stood on her toes and released a wave of juices at the same time a notification rang inside my head. Knowing the quest was complete, I immediately pulled my fingers out and retreated away from her.
Once I was certain no one was paying attention, I smelled her love juices on my fingers and licked them out of curiosity.
'It tastes acrid and sticky.' Yuck. I don't understand why men love to drink it. The same goes for pee. If it were sweat, I could understand to some extent—but this is just too much.
I wiped away her cum using my extra handkerchief and watched her secretly.
From a distance, Kushida was panting hard. She was still covering her mouth, but this time she turned around, probably looking for the person who molested her. I could see the tears in the corners of her eyes, but I didn't feel the slightest pity. She's way too disgusting in the canon. Although she's the real representation of hypocrites and has a ton of fans, she doesn't deserve any pity.