You Will Regret This Ichinose! [211]

Ichinose Honami furrowed her delicate brows, lightly stroking her chin as she studied the girl sitting across from her on the sofa, wearing a gentle smile.

Shoulder-length brown hair, a naturally pretty face that needed no makeup, a well-proportioned figure, and that exceptionally friendly smile…

Kushida Kikyo.

This woman had far too many similarities to herself, which could only mean one thing—she definitely possessed some hidden, decisive traits that set her apart.

Otherwise, she alone would be enough to fulfill most of his needs.

Ichinose Honami suddenly felt a bit frustrated. She picked up the amber-colored tea in front of her and downed it in one go.

“You’re realizing you’re not his only one, and it’s bothering you, isn’t it, Ichinose-san?”

Sakuragi Arisu teased with a knowing smirk.

To Sakuragi, Ichinose was the real rival—the others were nothing more than minor nuisances. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t use those nuisances to make Ichinose uncomfortable.

“But that’s not like you either, is it? Or are you saying you’d be willing to share his love?”

Ichinose shot back.

She couldn’t bring herself to like Sakuragi Arisu. The woman had already tried to disrupt her relationship with Gen before—an outright provocation!

“Of course not.”

Sakuragi placed a hand over her chest. “Unfortunately, my heart is very small… but also very big. Small enough that there’s only room for him, yet big enough to hold all of his love.”

Tch! What a hypocritical woman!

Kushida Kikyo kept up her cheerful facade while secretly rolling her eyes.

At that moment, Kamuro Masumi, who had been quietly spectating, finally spoke up.

“Aren’t we supposed to be discussing that guy? If this keeps up, he’s going to get expelled. Then, no matter how much you all fight over him, it won’t matter, will it?”

Horikita Suzune crossed her arms and added coldly, “Uesugi hasn’t called to check in on us yet. That probably means he’s found a lead somewhere. If we don’t act fast, he’ll be here soon.”

“And one more thing.”

Her voice turned sharper.

“I couldn’t care less about your little feuds. I like him, and that’s all that matters to me. If you all keep wasting time, I won’t be sticking around.”

Both girls immediately shut their mouths in unspoken agreement.

For Ichinose, Uesugi Gen’s situation was the real priority. But because it involved Gen, she couldn’t stay entirely rational.

Sakuragi Arisu turned her gaze to Horikita Suzune, a hint of amusement flickering across her face.

“I underestimated you, Horikita-san. No wonder you managed to become his vice president.”

Horikita’s expression remained calm.

“Then let’s get started. I still have student council matters to attend to later.”

Well done, Horikita Suzune. I may dislike you, but I have to admit—when it comes to irritating people, you’re absolutely top-notch.

Kushida Kikyo silently cheered her on from the sidelines.

“I did some searching online earlier,” Kamuro Masumi said, breaking the tension. “Uesugi’s so-called ‘genius disease’ doesn’t seem to be the usual kind.”

Nowadays, when people mentioned “genius disease,” they typically referred to Asperger’s syndrome—a subtype of autism spectrum disorder (ASD) known for its high-functioning traits.

But there was no way Uesugi Gen fit that description. Autism? He’d sooner make others shut down than isolate himself!

Sakuragi Arisu rose from her seat and walked over to the window.

Outside, the school path, rooftops, and tree branches were blanketed in silver. Under the sunlight, the crystalline frost gave off a fresh, pure glow.

The coniferous trees beside the school building sagged under the weight of accumulated snow, their branches drooping downward. A single sparrow perched on a branch that had yet to be completely buried, occasionally pecking at remnants of food, adding a bit of life to the winter scenery.

“Uesugi’s father… probably meant ‘genius disease’ in the most literal sense.”

Sakuragi paused.

She recalled that night after the sports festival—the night she had given it her all, only to realize she still couldn’t make Uesugi Gen take her seriously.

“A person who is one step ahead of society is called a genius. But someone who is two steps ahead… is labeled a madman.”

“When someone’s thoughts, perspectives, or creativity far surpass those of their peers, they often face rejection from mainstream values. Uesugi-san likely falls into this category.”

“Such forward-thinking minds are sometimes deemed ‘abnormal.’ When there’s a lack of understanding or resonance, they’re more likely to be branded as ‘crazy.’”

Even people of different generations struggle with generational gaps—let alone people with vastly different levels of intelligence.

From a young age, Sakuragi Arisu had believed that talent was determined solely by superior DNA. And now, Uesugi Gen’s very existence perfectly validated her theory.

“Heh…”

A quiet chuckle escaped her lips.

But this time, it wasn’t her usual polite, calculated smile.

For once, this ethereal-looking girl laughed from the heart.

“This is truly… delightful.”

She turned back to the others, her eyes gleaming with something almost like excitement.

“My apologies, but I would like to graduate from this school alongside him. So, may I ask you all to help me keep him here?”

If a single person alone couldn’t break through the solitude surrounding him… then perhaps maintaining the status quo was the answer. Let the next three years decide who would be the first to reach his heart.

The others exchanged thoughtful glances.

“……”

“I agree with this plan.”

Horikita Suzune was the first to raise her hand. “But just so we’re clear—the one who wins in the end will be me.”

Seeing her long-time rival agree, Kushida Kikyo followed suit.

“I’m in, too.”

“And you?”

Sakuragi turned to Kamuro Masumi.

“What does that guy’s future have to do with me?”

“Oh?”

Sakuragi tilted her head and smiled at her.

“Why are you looking at me like that?!”

Kamuro glared back but quickly averted her eyes under Sakuragi’s unyielding gaze.

Finally, she caved. Like a deflated balloon, she slumped her shoulders in defeat.

“Fine, fine! I agree, okay?”

Satisfied, Sakuragi withdrew her gaze.

A second later, Kamuro muttered under her breath.

“Damn Uesugi Gen…”

“And now—”

Sakuragi turned to the last person.

“What about you, Ichinose-san?”

Ichinose lowered her gaze, remaining silent.

“Of course,” Sakuragi continued smoothly, “at this stage, no one is ahead of you.”

“But since Uesugi’s father entrusted this matter to all of us instead of just you alone, it means that, as of right now, you’re not enough to stop Uesugi from returning to his family.”

“If you were to force him to choose now, you already know how it would end, don’t you?”

Uesugi Gen chooses Ichinose.

Loses interest in the Advanced Nurturing High School.

Drops out and returns to inherit the Uesugi family—the largest yakuza syndicate in all of Japan.

Slaughter, power struggles, betrayal, bloodshed.

A world that Ichinose never wanted him to be a part of.

Ichinose lifted her head. Her voice was calm but firm.

“…I understand. I agree to this plan. But—”

“The final victor will be me!”

Sakuragi smirked.

“My, my, such confidence, Ichinose-san. But you’re only ahead for now because you share a class with him.”

“I took the lead once. I’ll take it again. And I’ll keep leading forever.”

Here we go again—these two never quit!

Horikita sighed and pressed her fingers to her temple.

“If we’re all in agreement, let’s draft an effective strategy.”

Then, through clenched teeth, she added:

“To keep that bastard from running around flirting with other girls!”

Silence.

Then—

“Agreed!!!”

…

At this moment, Uesugi Gen stood outside the door of the activity room, his gaze heavy as he stared at the brown wooden entrance.

Gulp…

Unconsciously, he swallowed hard.

This door… It might as well be the gates of hell, radiating a terrifying black aura, as if it were ready to suck his very soul inside.

But there was no turning back now—not after coming this far!

Since he had chosen to pursue these girls, he had to be prepared to be cut down by them!

Whatever happened next—whether they beat him, skinned him, or worse—he would accept his fate. He only hoped that when they struck, they wouldn’t make it too painful.

With that in mind, Uesugi Gen steeled his resolve and stepped forward.

Knock, knock…

He rapped on the door, keeping his expression calm.

A moment later, the door clicked open.

Instantly, five pairs of eyes locked onto him—some amused, some annoyed, some filled with contempt, and others brimming with barely contained fury.

Without saying a word, Uesugi Gen turned around and—click—locked the door from the inside.

Horikita Suzune raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms with a cold smirk.

“Still using that trick?”

Uesugi Gen turned back, sweeping his gaze over everyone in the room. Taking a deep breath, he straightened his posture and spoke with a solemn tone.

“Arisu.”

“Honami.”

“Masumi.”

“Kikyo.”

“Suzune.”

None of them spoke. They simply waited for his next move.

And then—

With seamless precision, Uesugi Gen leapt into the air, spinning three and a half times before landing on his knees with a loud thud, forehead pressed to the floor.

“Sumimasen! Sumimasen! I was wrong! Please, have mercy on this poor soul!”

“……”

Does this guy… really experience loneliness?

Everyone had a sarcastic remark on the tip of their tongue, but none of them knew whether to say it out loud.

“Then… how about cutting ties with them?”

Sakuragi Arisu suggested with an innocent smile.

“…You might as well just kill me.”

Uesugi Gen collapsed onto the floor, surrendering himself to his inevitable fate.

“Uesugi-kun, let me ask you something.”

Kushida Kikyo tilted her head, still wearing that sweet, angelic smile.

“Out of all of us, who do you like the most?”

“All of you!”

Uesugi Gen didn’t even hesitate.

“I’m asking for one person.”

Kushida’s eye twitched slightly as she shot him a subtle glare.

Pick me. Say you like me the most!

But Uesugi Gen pretended not to notice, repeating himself with conviction.

“I like each and every one of you the most!”

“……”

Kushida turned to Horikita Suzune and sighed.

“Horikita-san, it seems Uesugi-kun is beyond saving. Please proceed to the next step.”

“…?”

Next step?

Miss Accomplice, could you please go back to your usual self? You’re scaring me.

Horikita nodded and gave Uesugi Gen an ice-cold smile before turning to Kamuro Masumi.

Receiving the signal, Kamuro Masumi pulled out a rope from God-knows-where and started approaching.

“You bastard, you think it’s fun bossing me around?”

Rope? Wait… you’re not seriously planning to dismember me, are you?!

Still lying on the floor, Uesugi Gen frantically kicked his legs, trying to put as much distance between himself and Kamuro’s “territory” as possible.

At the same time, Horikita moved behind him, cutting off his escape route.

“You did the crime, now accept the punishment,” she said coolly.

“W-Wait, hold on—! I… I can explain—!”

The next moment, Uesugi Gen found himself tied up and secured to a chair.

He gave an experimental wiggle.

Creak, creak.

The chair didn’t budge an inch.

Damn it, they really tied me up well…

The five girls gathered around him—not with knives in hand, nor any weapons—but just watching him with eerily cheerful smiles.

Yet, somehow, the ominous feeling in his gut only grew stronger.

“My original plan was to just beat you up,” Horikita admitted, her voice as frigid as a winter breeze.

“Same here.”

Kamuro Masumi looked absolutely on board with that idea.

Horikita sighed. “But unfortunately, Ichinose stopped us.”

“No hitting him! I’d feel bad.”

Ichinose puffed out her cheeks in protest.

Ding!

Uesugi Gen’s eyes lit up, sparkling as he gazed at Ichinose.

Honami… she really does love me…

“But instead, Ichinose came up with a better idea.”

Before Uesugi Gen could bask in that warmth, Sakuragi Arisu gleefully doused him in ice water.

“And I must say, I completely approve.”

At that moment, Uesugi Gen’s right eyelid began twitching uncontrollably.

“Arisu… also approves…”

His brain worked overtime.

What kind of idea could possibly make Arisu this happy?

Then—

A horrible realization struck.

Uesugi Gen’s face went pale as he looked at Sakuragi, his voice trembling.

“M-Masaka…!”

Not the games…!

Sakuragi’s smile widened.

“That’s right. I won’t allow anything in your heart to stand on equal footing with me.”

She still remembered that afternoon—how this very man had abandoned her to go play video games with someone else.

“Give it up. You can’t just keep playing games all day,” Horikita advised.

Now she understood why this guy had been so quick to surrender back on the deserted island. They had found his weak spot.

“Uesugi-kun, if you stop playing games, wouldn’t that mean you have more time to spend with us?”

Kushida added with a teasing smile.

Before he could react, the five of them lifted him—still tied to the chair—and carried him toward the computer.

“Now, I know you’re strong enough to break the ropes,” Sakuragi noted, “but with five of us here, you might end up hurting someone if you force your way out.”

Uesugi Gen froze.

He immediately stopped struggling, pinning all his hopes on Ichinose.

“Honami… please, no…”

He blinked pitifully at her, trying to evoke her sympathy.

“Sorry, Gen-kun.”

Ichinose clasped her hands together and pouted.

“I’m still a little mad at you… and at games, too.”

“Now then, time to enjoy the show.”

Sakuragi pulled out her phone and started recording, capturing every ounce of despair on Uesugi Gen’s face.

Within the small classroom, a series of agonized cries rang out—each one more heartbreaking than the last.

“NO! Not my Black Wolf Ascension Ring!”

“Noooo! My Versailles Breath!!”

“Not that one! Anything but that one!!”

And then—

A final, soul-shattering wail echoed through the room.

“MY MONSTER HUNTER!!!”

“MY GRIND-EMPIRE SAGA!!!”

…

“YAMERO!!!”

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T/N: Thats... DESERVED HGAHAHAHA, anyways gotta drag the chapter udates out for this until i find a story thats like it :p thats how the game works

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