You Will Regret This Ichinose! [115]

"Blah, blah, blah…"

Uesugi Gen stared blankly at the girl in front of him, who was currently gesturing and ranting like an agitated cat.

It had been half an hour since she walked in and started talking.

From the first day of survival on the uninhabited island to the poolside gathering yesterday, Miss Accomplice had meticulously remembered every single one of Horikita Suzune’s actions—only to unleash her fury now.

A long silence followed.

Uesugi, his movements stiff, poured a cup of tea for Kushida Kikyō and pushed it toward her.

"Have something to drink and take a break, Miss Kushida."

Kushida Kikyō grabbed the cup without a care for her image, downing it in one go. Then, she glared at Uesugi with her big, watery eyes, full of resentment.

"You weren’t listening to me at all, were you?! Same as last night—otherwise, how could you have fallen asleep?"

"Come on now, listening to my partner’s troubles is my duty as an accomplice."

Uesugi replied with an unwavering expression.

"Then tell me—what did that bitch Horikita do on the third afternoon of the uninhabited island exam?"

"Uh…"

A bead of cold sweat silently slid down Uesugi’s forehead.

"She… rejected my invitation to go gather tree fruits."

Miss Accomplice’s expression twisted in rage. She lunged forward, tackling him. "I knew you weren’t listening properly!"

Pinned to the floor, Uesugi flailed like a stranded fish, desperately defending himself.

"Who the hell remembers stuff like that?! You’re the only one obsessive enough to recall every little detail about her!"

"That’s not true!"

"Oh, really? Then tell me, who else besides you keeps track of what she ate that day like some deranged stalker? If you applied this level of dedication to your studies, you would've crushed Horikita Suzune ages ago."

"You’re one to talk!"

"…"

…That’s actually a solid argument. I have no rebuttal.

"Setting that aside, how dare you reject my invitation, just like that bitch Horikita did!"

Kushida Kikyō grew angrier the more she spoke. In the end, she stood up abruptly and stomped her foot onto Uesugi’s face, grinding it twice for good measure.

Feeling the soft yet forceful touch of her foot wrapped in black thigh-high socks, Uesugi muttered, voice slightly distorted, "Miss Accomplice… you, you’re flashing me."

"So what? It’s not like you haven’t seen it before."

At this moment, Kushida Kikyō displayed a side completely opposite to the sweet and gentle image she maintained in public.

"And another thing—since when did you get so close to that bitch Horikita? She even called you her only friend! I’ve been trying to befriend her for ages and never succeeded!"

Kushida Kikyō’s frustration only escalated. Unconsciously, she pressed down even harder with her foot.

"And you still want to be friends with her? You literally made her lose 300,000 points on the cruise. Why would she ever consider you a friend?"

"Shut up! You still haven’t answered me—how did you get so close to her?"

"Uh… let me think."

Uesugi pondered for two seconds before giving his answer.

"If you make her lose fair and square, she’ll eventually come to you herself."

"…"

Kushida Kikyō gritted her teeth. "If I could beat her, what would I need you for? I would've expelled her from the start!"

"Didn’t you already beat her once on the cruise? Why are you so obsessed with winning again?"

"That time doesn’t count!"

Uesugi gave up resisting, lying flat on the ground and letting her step on him.

With a sigh, he asked, "So? Are you still planning to expel her? Even if she really does get expelled, you still wouldn’t feel at peace, would you?"

The rustling of leaves outside the window suddenly stopped.

Kushida Kikyō froze. Slowly, she lowered herself onto Uesugi’s chest, resting her head against him, mumbling softly,

"I don’t know anymore…"

Uesugi stared at the ceiling light above him. Reaching out, he gently patted Kushida Kikyō’s head, as if soothing a kitten.

"You actually do know, don’t you? Even if she learned about your past, she wouldn’t spread it around. Besides, don’t I know about your past too?"

"You’re… different."

Her voice was faint, floating up from his chest. By now, Kushida Kikyō had closed her eyes, quietly listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat.

"What’s different?"

"You just are."

This time, her voice carried undeniable certainty.

"Fine, let’s say I’m different. But what about the future? Once you graduate, someone will find out about your past."

"Even in this school, it’s likely that more than just a few of us already know. The school must’ve done a thorough background check—that’s why you were placed in Class D. And yet, you still came here."

"I just… wanted to start over in a place where no one knew me."

Unconsciously, Kushida Kikyō’s hand clutched at Uesugi’s shirt.

"But you ended up right back where you started, didn’t you? Remembering your past isn’t necessarily a bad thing. People know who they are because they remember where they came from. But at the same time, those memories can become chains that weigh them down."

"You had already decided to start over. So why did one person—Horikita Suzune—pull you back into your past?"

At those words, Kushida Kikyō’s breathing suddenly steadied. The room fell into silence.

After a long while, she murmured in a daze,

"Hey… Gen, maybe I’ve always been jealous of Horikita Suzune."

"Jealous of how she can express her emotions so freely. Jealous of how she excels at everything she does. Jealous of how she’s true to herself…"

"But me? I can only rely on my outer persona to make connections with people I don’t even like. That’s the only area where I can beat her."

So that’s the real reason you want her expelled…

Uesugi looked at the girl beside him, realization dawning.

From a certain perspective, she was a Horikita Suzune superfan—to an unhealthy degree.

After all, from a psychological standpoint, envy often stems from deep-seated admiration. When someone covets what another has, it’s not just about desire; it’s about the painful awareness of one’s own inadequacies.

Good. If that’s the core issue, I have plenty of ways to dismantle this unhealthy obsession.

…Though I do feel a little bad for Horikita.

It’s just like idol worship—once you see the real person, you stop idolizing them.

"Ahem."

Uesugi coughed twice. Kushida Kikyō’s soft body was pressing against him in a way that made it hard to stay composed.

"Miss Kushida, can you move up a little?"

"Hmm~?"

Kushida Kikyō obediently shifted, curling up in the crook of his arm.

"Comfortable?"

Uesugi pulled out his phone, scrolling through his gallery.

"Here. Take a look at this."

Kushida Kikyō glanced at the screen, her expression shifting from confusion to shock.

And then—

"Pfft—hahaha!"

A burst of unrestrained laughter erupted from Uesugi’s embrace.

"And that’s not all. Come closer—I’ll tell you about the embarrassing childhood stories I heard from her brother."

...

"So in the end, she’s just a stubborn girl who doesn’t understand human relationships."

Uesugi spoke to the girl nestled in his arms.

After learning about Horikita Suzune’s other side, Kushida Kikyō’s emotions had visibly calmed.

At this moment, her intelligence seemed to have taken a significant leap, as she narrowed her eyes at Uesugi.

"…Why do I feel like you’ve been defending her this whole time?"

"How could that be…"

A sweet smile appeared on Kushida Kikyō’s face, but the next second, she straddled Uesugi and grabbed him by the neck.

"You’d better remember this—we’re in this together!"

"Yes, yes, we’re a team. A team."

Uesugi immediately raised the white flag in surrender.

"Still planning to get her expelled?"

"Of course!"

Kushida Kikyō gritted her teeth. "One last attempt!"

Uesugi let out a long sigh and said helplessly, "You really don’t leave me with a choice…"

"If you don’t help me, I’ll bite you to death!"

Kushida Kikyō bared her teeth playfully, as if to demonstrate.

"I’ve helped you so many times, and you’ve never—"

Before he could finish, Kushida Kikyō suddenly grabbed both of his hands—one she placed on her chest, the other she guided under her skirt, pressing it against her soft curves. Then, without hesitation, she leaned in and kissed him.

"Mmph!"

Why do girls always love pulling surprise attacks…

Already feeling a bit worked up, Uesugi instinctively flipped their positions, pinning Kushida Kikyō beneath him and seizing control.

Feeling the heat of his breath, Kushida Kikyō’s breathing grew erratic. Her small feet, wrapped in black stockings, began flailing aimlessly, her dainty toes curling and stretching repeatedly…

"Mmph!!"

This time, it was Kushida Kikyō who couldn’t handle it—one hand pounded weakly against Uesugi’s chest while the other clung tightly to his shirt.

Uesugi had no intention of indulging her every whim. He released her lips and began trailing kisses downward…

"Ah~"

A soft moan mingled with the sound of water dripping from the kitchen faucet…

Kushida Kikyō’s grip on his shirt slowly loosened, her other hand slipping around his neck as she lay on the ground, face flushed, panting lightly.

"Let’s see if you still dare to mess around."

Uesugi placed one last kiss on her cheek before rolling off of her.

Though he was feeling a certain frustration himself, there was nothing he could do about it.

"It’s… it’s just because you always avoid me! I’ve been holding back for so long."

Kushida Kikyō, still catching her breath, reached out and pinched Uesugi’s waist in retaliation.

"Alright, take a break and go shower. I’ll tell you the details once you’re done."

Even lying on the ground, Kushida Kikyō remained as defiant as ever. Uesugi flicked her cheek lightly before urging her toward the bathroom.

"Got it!"

Kushida Kikyō lay there for a while before finally getting up. She walked to Uesugi’s wardrobe, grabbed some clothes, and headed to the bathroom.

"Don’t you dare peek."

"Then close the door properly!"

"Tch—"

...

"Alright, now tell me what to do."

Kushida Kikyō, barefoot, ran over to Uesugi, who was playing a game to distract himself. Her slightly damp hair cascaded over her shoulders, and the light scent of body wash, mixed with the fresh aroma of essential oils, lingered in the air around her.

"No rush. First, check this out for me."

Still focused on his game, Uesugi handed her a memory card.

"Hm? What’s on it?"

Kushida Kikyō asked curiously.

"I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking you to check."

"Weird."

Kushida Kikyō muttered as she took the card.

Ten minutes later.

A furious Kushida Kikyō tackled Uesugi from behind.

"Uesugi! Are you blind?! I let you see me, and you ignore it, but you actually went and took secret photos of those ugly nobodies in the locker room?!"

"Hey, hey—I didn’t take them! Your class’s three idiots did. I just caught them red-handed."

Uesugi stepped forward, slipping out of her grip as he explained.

"Ugh… you mean that masked pervert locker room peeping legend?"

Kushida Kikyō looked at the memory card with clear disgust.

"Yep. You hate those three losers too, don’t you? I’ll show you another video later—this is enough to get them kicked out for good."

"I want Horikita Suzune expelled, not those trash cans! Even if they get kicked out, it won’t do anything to threaten her!"

Frustrated, Kushida Kikyō started clawing at Uesugi’s arm.

"Listen to me—if this gets reported to the school, your class will lose at least 300 points. But if you use this to force Horikita Suzune into a contract, she’ll definitely agree to a match with you."

"With her personality, if she finds out what those three did, she’d probably force them to withdraw on her own."

"If this case goes public, getting expelled would be the least of their worries. A criminal record and complete social disgrace would be the real punishment."

"Given how cowardly they are, a little push would make them leave voluntarily. That way, your class doesn’t lose any points."

"But for this to work, Horikita Suzune has to personally take this evidence from you."

"As for when and what kind of competition—that’s up to you."

After hearing Uesugi’s explanation, Kushida Kikyō stared at the memory card in her hand. Slowly, a victorious smile spread across her face.

"Heh… hehehe~"

"Happy now? 300 class points. I was even considering selling it for a good price."

Uesugi looked pained.

"Uesugi, we really are a team!"

Kushida Kikyō once again tackled Uesugi, planting a big, triumphant kiss on his face.

"Ugh, you’re drooling…"

Uesugi put down his game controller and gently pushed her face away before pulling her into his embrace.

"This is the last time—whether you succeed or not, put an end to your past, my accomplice."

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