Don’t Look Back, Megumi Kato [7]

Wait… could traps actually be kind of okay?

The moment that thought surfaced, Izumi Yuu crushed it in the cradle.

Absolutely not. He was the battle-hardened war god of wholesome romance. A red-blooded, unshakable, 100% straight man!

It must be that sleazy narrator’s constant brainwashing that made me entertain such heresy, even for a second.

“Eh?!”

Totsuka Saika tilted his head, puzzled. “Your expression’s kind of weird... did I break your brain?”

“Thanks to you, not quite yet—but it’s close,” Izumi replied with a tired sigh.

“I’m so sorry! That’s not what I meant!”

Saika flailed his hands in apology, looking genuinely distressed.

“I meant—is your head okay? Should I take you to the nurse’s office?!”

The way he panicked, all soft and flushed and fidgety—it really was adorable.
Like a girl who knew she’d made a mistake and didn’t know how to fix it.

That gentle, porcelain-pink flush on his cheeks made you want to scoop him up and mess with him until he cried…

If only he weren’t a guy.

[Oh ho~! After school. Nurse’s office. Just the two of you. A boyish trap, vulnerable and sweet. The scene writes itself. All you have to do is take advantage of the moment—get him somewhere private, maybe “accidentally” discover the nurse’s drawer full of lubricants—and from there, well… let’s just say you won’t be leaving empty-handed. Film it for insurance, and you’ve got yourself a personal little boytoy forever…]

Izumi drew in a deep breath and mentally muted the narrator.

“I’m fine. Really. I’ll be going now.” He forced a polite smile.

“Glad to hear it!”

Saika beamed in relief, then perked up with curiosity.

“Oh, right! You knew my name earlier—do I know you? What class are you in?”

“I’ve just heard your name from others,” Izumi said calmly.

“I’m Izumi Yuu. Class 2-C.”

“2-C’s Izumi Yuu?”

Saika gave a cheerful wave. “Got it! I’ll remember you! I’ll come visit you sometime!”

[Excellent! Your raw masculine presence has already made this delicate little trap fall for you. From here, it’s easy—he won’t refuse a single request. Just bring him somewhere private, and if he gets shy, a little “gentle encouragement” will take care of it. You’ll tame him in no time...]

Izumi nearly tripped.

“Don’t bother!” he blurted, waving hastily behind him without looking back.

Then he turned on his heel and all but fled the scene, fast-walking toward the faculty building.

“Hmm... why do I get the feeling Izumi-kun’s kind of scared of me?”

Totsuka Saika blinked in confusion, standing alone and troubled.

“Do I come off as intimidating or something…?”

Phew...

The rest of the walk went smoothly, and Izumi soon arrived at the administrative building.

It was large—housing both teacher offices and the student council.

Now where’s Hiratsuka-sensei’s office again…?
Izumi was still figuring out his bearings when—

Thud.

Something soft—and large—slammed into him.

“Watch where you’re going! Are you blind?!”

A sharp, annoyed voice rang out.

Turning, Izumi saw a mature-looking woman in a teacher’s uniform. Her makeup was heavy, her outfit subtly disheveled, and her posture screamed irritation. She craned her neck to look up at him, perfume practically assaulting his nose.

[Goddamn. Today just keeps getting worse. As if your mood weren’t already trash, this woman had to show up and ruin it even more. But wait—your sharp eyes catch something: signs of recent indecency. Her blouse is wrinkled, and... she's not wearing her usual black stockings. Odds are, they’re still in her office—removed in haste, probably to avoid getting caught by her lover’s wife. You know what this means. If you sneak into her office, you’ll find evidence—her stockings, maybe even a used condom. With that leverage, you can enjoy her mature flavor as you please. And as for the school exec she’s cheating with? He’ll be your personal errand boy. Your cow. Your slave...]

Huh?!

Izumi’s internal alarm screamed.

He can’t be serious… can he?

But… that perfume really was a little too intense. That look in her eyes... something felt off.

His brow furrowed. “You ran into me. I haven’t moved from this spot.”

“What was that?! Which class are you in?! Talking back to a teacher? I’m reporting you to your homeroom advisor!” she snapped.

“Talk back? I don’t have time to entertain fantasies.”
Izumi’s voice dropped cold.

“But since you’re so eager, why don’t I follow you to your office and ‘reflect on my behavior’ there?”

His tone was calm, but firm.

After all, he wasn’t in the wrong. And she was clearly rattled.

Besides, part of him wanted to verify the narrator’s wild claim.

“You—…never mind.”

The woman flinched, clearly shaken, and quickly tried to brush it off.

That hesitation?

It told Izumi all he needed to know.

Holy hell. That ridiculous narrator might actually be on to something sometimes.

Stuff Izumi couldn’t have noticed on his own… the narrator caught like it was omniscient.

“Just don’t cross me again,” she huffed, about to storm off.

“Hold on.”

She froze.

“What now?!” she snapped.

“I don’t care about your personal life,” Izumi said evenly. “But if you don’t apologize, I won’t hesitate to bring it all to light.”

“…What did you say?”

Her face went sheet white. The fear in her eyes made everything perfectly clear.

She realized now that his earlier words weren’t random. He knew.

Izumi smiled slightly, assured and in control.

“Sensei… you don’t want to lose your job, do you?”

Her expression twisted—panic, defiance, shame, then defeat.

Finally, she lowered her head, voice barely a whisper.

“…Sorry.”

“Louder. I can’t hear you.”

“…Sorry.”

“Still too quiet. What’s the matter? Didn’t eat? Or didn’t eat enough... something else?”

“You—!”

Her face flushed beet red. She trembled with rage and humiliation.

But at last, she shouted:

“I’M SORRY!!”

“Good. You may go.”

Izumi waved dismissively.

She fled the hallway like her life depended on it, heels clacking frantically against the tile.

Even if no one was around, she couldn’t risk anyone seeing what just happened.

[You watch her run, her curvaceous hips swaying, her mature body full of hidden spice. You could chase her down now and break her completely—blackmail her into becoming your personal sow. You’d dominate her, body and soul—]

Shut UP.

Izumi mentally slapped the narrator across the face.

I’m not into power-tripping on women, especially not like this.
I’m not here to play pervert politician.
And besides... compared to sweet, lovely anime girls, she’s not even in the same league.

Even if I die single, there’s no way I’m laying hands on someone like that. That’d be the ultimate betrayal of pure love.

Today, too, was a day dedicated to true romance.

With that noble conviction, Izumi straightened his spine and headed toward Hiratsuka Shizuka’s office.

Unaware that behind him... cold eyes were watching.

“President Kaguya, what are you doing here?”

A cute voice rang out, breaking the silence.

“Nothing,” Shinomiya Kaguya said softly.

“I just witnessed something... quite interesting.”

With that, she turned and walked toward the student council room.

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T/N: OOPS

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