Pure Route in a Netorare School

From Ren’s point of view

The three gyaru bitches were already in my arms.

Half an hour ago they had still been “Kento’s girls” — arrogant, confident, the ones who helped him break other people.

And now they were hanging onto me, wet, trembling, with eyes empty from orgasm.

My cock was still standing like a pillar.

It was still hard, heavy, and wet with the juices of one of them — the one who was sitting on it and couldn’t stop twitching even after she had come.

I wanted to fuck them right there, on this bench, in every hole, the way the old Ren would have done it.

But I was no longer just him.

I was something bigger. Subduing bodies was simple.

But making them love it and at the same time belong to me even after I had destroyed their guy…

I looked down at them.

At the one who was still sitting on my cock, breathing heavily and twitching slightly.

At the second, who kept greedily licking the blood and dirt off my fingers.

At the third, who had buried her face in my armpit and was quietly sobbing from the smell.

— What are your names, beauties? — I asked calmly, almost lazily.

They looked up at me.

And in each of them I saw one and the same thing.

Hearts.

Only now these hearts were burning not for Kento.

They were burning for me.

— This…

She was still sitting on me, still feeling how my cock pulsed between her wet thighs, and quietly, almost in a whisper, answered:

— M-Momo… My name is Momo…

The second pulled away from my fingers.

Her lips were glistening with saliva and blood.

She looked up at me as if I had just saved her life.

— Nana… — she exhaled. — My… my name is Nana…

The third didn’t even pull away.

She kept greedily inhaling my scent, pressing her nose and lips to my skin, trying to reach my armpit, and muttered barely audibly:

— Suzu… I… I’m Suzu…

I smirked.

Three names. Three former “villain’s girls.”

Three pairs of eyes in which there was nothing left except me.

Momo was still sitting on me.

Her pussy was so hot and wet that I could feel every pulse.

She looked up at me — red, with disheveled hair, with the marks of my fingers on her neck.

And in her eyes there was no longer just submission.

There was something deeper.

I slowly ran my fingers across her cheek, leaving a light trace of Kento’s blood.

— Momo, — I repeated her name, tasting it. — So you’re the one who tried to stand up for her ex-boyfriend?

She shuddered.

But didn’t look away.

— I… I didn’t know… — she said quietly.

— I didn’t know that you… were like that…

— Like what? — I asked quietly, squeezing her neck a little harder.

— Tell me.

She swallowed. Her voice trembled.

— Like that… strong. Like that… brutal… — she whispered.

— I should have understood right away and submitted… When you came… when you looked at us… I already felt it then.

That Kento next to you is nobody.

I just… I was just afraid to admit it.

I smiled.

Slowly.

Coldly.

Her words were music.

The former “cool” gyaru who half an hour ago had considered herself strong was now sitting on my cock and admitting that she should have submitted right away because she had felt the real male.

I slightly tightened my grip on her neck.

She quietly exhaled.

Her hips jerked involuntarily.

— Good girl, — I said quietly.

— Continue.

Momo trembled. But kept looking me in the eyes.

— I… I saw how you broke him… — she whispered.

— And instead of getting scared… I… I felt myself getting wet.

— I hated myself for it. But I couldn’t stop. And when you sat me on you… when your hand ended up on my neck… I understood.

— That I want this. I want you to break me.

— That you take me. That I’m no longer “Kento’s girl”… but yours.

Nana and Suzu froze.

They looked at Momo, then at me.

In their eyes was the same thing.

Complete, absolute recognition.

I slowly ran my thumb over Momo’s lips, smearing the blood.

— So you already understood, — I said quietly.

— Good. Very good.

I looked down at all three of them.

But in the original game everything had been different.

Hayato had been able to resist these gyaru.

What’s more — in the end he had become friends with them.

There had been a whole series of quests, quite interesting and well-developed.

He had searched for their ex-boyfriends, talked to their parents, gradually pulled the girls out of the hole they had driven themselves into.

In the end they returned to “normal” life.

Without cool sex.

Without real satisfaction.

Just… normal.

That ending, as a player who had specifically looked for an anti-netorare route, had strongly inspired me.

I had been genuinely happy back then.

Because it was one of the few cases where the developers had given the opportunity not just to “save” the girls, but to return to them their dignity and control over their own lives.

But now I was not Hayato.

And I was not going to repeat that path.

I was going to replay this system.

Completely.

And I already knew exactly how.

I interrupted their perverted actions and undressed them.

Just undressed them.

With one hand I pulled Momo closer to me, with the other I hugged Nana and Suzu, pressing them to my chest.

They froze.

— Momo, Nana and Suzu…

— I am a very bad person. Worse than Kento by a thousand times.

They looked at me uncomprehendingly.

Momo raised her head.

Nana pulled away from my fingers.

Suzu slightly pulled back, looking up at me with confusion.

They wanted to object.

I saw it in their eyes.

— I use you, — I continued calmly.

— I use you to conquer one girl. If you tell anyone about this — I will destroy you. Completely. Without a trace. You have already seen this. You know what I am capable of.

I pressed them harder, hugging them tighter.

My arms closed around their bodies.

I didn’t hit.

I didn’t choke.

I just held them.

Tightly.

Without any possibility of breaking free.

And instead of sounds of despair or fear, I heard quiet, trembling moans of arousal.

Momo quietly exhaled into my chest.

Nana pressed her lips to my palm and quietly moaned.

Suzu trembled finely and buried her face in my neck, letting out a quiet, almost plaintive sound.

— After you help me, — I continued, — you will be free. You will return to your boyfriends. You will make up with your families. You will be able to live the life you choose for yourselves. Without me. Without Kento.

They tried to object again. Momo raised her head, Nana wanted to say something, Suzu quietly sobbed. But I didn’t let them speak.

— I know that he forced you.

— I know that he raped you. Not only your bodies. He broke you from the inside, forced you to be who you didn’t want to be. And you just tried to seem strong. So as not to break completely. So as not to show how scared and hurt you were.

They froze.

At first they simply froze.

Then real tears appeared in Momo’s eyes.

Not from orgasm.

Not from arousal.

But from the fact that someone had finally said it out loud.

Nana quietly sobbed and pressed her face to my chest.

Suzu began to tremble finely, and then a real, choking sob burst out of her.

And everything collapsed.

Momo was the first who couldn’t hold it back.

She pressed her face to my chest and burst into tears.

Loudly. Sobbing. Without any mask.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with the remains of blood and saliva.

Nana burst into tears after her, clinging to my shirt.

Suzu simply wailed, pressing her whole body against me as if she was afraid they would take me away from her now.

All those emotions they had been accumulating inside themselves for years, all those tears they had hidden behind the prickly shell of “cool gyaru,” all those fears, humiliations and pain they had carried inside — simply burst out.

They cried.

Sobbed.

Sniffled.

Trembled in my arms like little broken girls who had finally been seen for real by someone.

I continued to hold them.

Calmly.

Firmly.

Comforted them, stroking their heads.

Momo sobbed into my chest, repeating through her tears:

— I… I’m so tired… I’m so… so tired of pretending…

Nana quietly, sobbing, whispered:

— He… he said that if we don’t… he’ll post all the videos… and we’ll be left alone…

Suzu simply wailed, unable to utter a single word.

I looked down at them.

At these three broken girls who had just come from one look of mine and were now sobbing in my arms, pouring out everything they had been holding inside for too long.

And I quietly, almost affectionately said:

— Now everything is over. You will help me. And then… you will be free. Truly. I promise.

Momo quietly, trembling, pressed closer to me.

I looked at the three girls, still pressed against me.

They continued to sob quietly, but had already begun to come to their senses.

The tears were still flowing, but the sobbing grew quieter.

— The police and ambulance will be here soon, — I said calmly.

— You will tell them everything Kento did to you. Everything, without hiding. Understood?

Momo nodded slightly, burying her face in my chest.

Nana and Suzu also responded weakly.

They were too emotionally drained to argue.

I took out my phone and dialed Rin’s father’s number. He answered almost immediately.

— It’s me.

— I have a small problem here. One guy tried to use force on three girls. I intervened. Now he’s lying with a broken spine. I need this case… covered up. Quickly and quietly.

He was silent for just a couple of seconds.

— Understood. Let’s discuss the details later. I’ll handle it.

I hung up.

With those kinds of connections and three witnesses ready to testify what a bastard Kento was, the case could really be closed in a couple of days.

Especially if his father decided that his son was no longer useful to him.

Kento remained a cripple.

And even if he ever managed to speak — no one would believe him.

And his father was a cruel enough bastard to quickly disown him the moment he realized his son could no longer earn money or protect the family’s interests.

I tried to stand up.

The girls immediately clung to me even tighter.

Momo grabbed my shirt, Nana wrapped her arms around my waist, Suzu pressed her face to my chest.

They didn’t want to let go.

— Girls, — I said quietly.

— The police will be here soon. Go change your clothes. I need to clean myself up too.

They reluctantly pulled away.

Momo was the first to look at me — and blushed deeply.

Nana and Suzu blushed right after her.

My suit was in a deplorable state.

There were traces of their tears, sweat, saliva and female juices on the shirt and pants.

Especially hard hit was the area on my hips and between my legs — everything there was wet and sticky.

The smell was heavy, sweetish, very frank.

— …sorry, — Momo muttered quietly, looking to the side.

Nana and Suzu also turned away, clearly embarrassed.

Just a minute ago they had been ready to lick me and rub against me, and now they suddenly remembered about shame.

— Go, — I repeated gently.

— Change your clothes. I’ll wait here.

They reluctantly let go of me and quickly walked toward the abandoned building where they could change without extra eyes.

I watched them until they disappeared around the corner.

Alone, I went into the nearest toilet near the sports building and quickly put myself in order.

Changed into a clean shirt and pants that I kept in the car for such occasions.

Washed my hands and face.

Kento’s blood had already begun to dry on my skin and needed to be washed off.

When I came out, sirens were already audible.

The police and ambulance arrived almost simultaneously.

Kento was still lying unconscious.

The medics quickly examined him, immobilized him and loaded him onto a stretcher.

One of the policemen tried to ask questions, but after a short phone conversation his tone changed sharply.

He nodded, recorded the girls’ testimony and quickly closed the case “for lack of evidence” and “in connection with the witnesses’ testimony about systematic violence from the injured party.”

Everything took less than forty minutes.

Kento was taken away.

The police left.

No one dug too deep.

As expected.

When everything was over, I approached the girls again.

They had already changed into more or less normal clothes and were standing nearby, still a little lost.

Momo looked at me.

There was no longer that desperate crying in her eyes that had been there a few minutes ago.

She quietly asked:

— …what now?

I looked at the three former “Kento’s girls” who were now standing in front of me and waiting for my words.

— Now I need your help.

They looked at me simultaneously.

No shadow of doubt.

Not a single extra question.

Only complete readiness.

Momo was the first to straighten up.

— Speak.

— There’s a girl in my class. Yuki.

I made a short pause, watching their faces.

The name meant nothing to them.

Yet.

— She was already being bullied in middle school.

Momo slowly nodded.

— We’ll do it properly.

Nana lowered her gaze.

A slight smirk appeared on her lips.

— Unfortunately… we have plenty of experience.

Suzu pressed her shoulder against hers, but also nodded.

— We won’t let you down.

Momo looked up at me.

— And we’ll thank you.

There was a familiar subtext in her voice.

I immediately became serious.

— Don’t confuse gratitude with payment.

The smile disappeared from her face.

I swept my gaze over all three.

— You’ve been through too much. And when everything is over, I will keep my promise. You will get the chance to start over.

Nana took a shuddering breath.

Suzu raised her wet eyes to me.

Momo looked silently.

She wanted to believe.

She already almost believed.

— Without Kento, — I continued. — Without his threats. Without having to put on a mask every morning and pretend to be someone you never wanted to be.

They froze.

I had hit the mark again.

But now it was time to set the boundary.

— However, there is one condition.

The air between us seemed to grow colder.

— Not a single extra word. To anyone.

I spoke calmly.

Without pressure.

And precisely because of that, every phrase sounded heavier.

— Don’t tell anyone about me. Don’t mention Yuki. Don’t discuss my plan even among yourselves where you might be overheard.

Momo slowly swallowed.

— And if…

— If you blab or decide to act behind my back…

I looked toward the spot where Kento had been lying not long ago.

Dark stains remained on the asphalt.

It was almost unnecessary to finish.

But I still concluded:

— You already know what happens to people who become my enemies.

Suzu shuddered.

Nana paled.

Momo didn’t look away.

For a few seconds she was silent.

Then she bowed her head.

— We understood.

— Good.

I took out my phone.

Opened Yuki’s photo and turned the screen toward them.

Three pairs of eyes carefully stared at the image.

— Remember her face.

Momo was the first to take the phone.

She looked at the photo for a long time.

Then passed it to Nana.

— What exactly do we need to do? — she asked.

— What do we need to do? — Momo asked quietly, looking up at me.

I looked at the three girls.

They were still standing close, as if afraid to step too far away.

The tears had already dried, but their eyes remained red and slightly swollen.

There was no longer the former arrogance in them. Only fatigue and a strange, almost painful attachment.

— First of all, — I said calmly, — give me your numbers.

They quickly took out their phones.

Momo and Suzu immediately gave me their numbers and I saved them.

Nana sadly looked at the broken screen of her phone, which was still lying on the bench.

She clearly didn’t want to show how unpleasant it was to be left without communication.

I stepped closer to her.

Placed my hand on her head and slowly stroked her hair.

Nana immediately pressed against my palm, like a cat that had been waiting for affection for too long.

She quietly purred, rubbing her cheek against my fingers, and closed her eyes.

I took another pack of money from my wallet and handed it to her.

— Buy a new phone. And save my contact first thing. Understood?

Nana nodded without opening her eyes.

She continued rubbing her head against my hand, clearly enjoying it.

I felt her slightly arch her neck, offering herself under my palm.

Momo and Suzu watched this with obvious envy.

Momo even slightly parted her lips, as if she wanted to say something, but stayed silent.

Suzu quietly swallowed and looked away, but I noticed how her fingers tightened on the hem of her skirt.

I removed my hand from Nana.

She immediately looked sad, as if I had taken something important away from her.

— Next, — I continued, taking out my phone, — here are links to her streams for you. She streams anonymously, wearing a mask. This is the key part. You show her these. If she doesn’t listen to you or tries to resist — threaten that you’ll tell everyone. The whole school. Her family. Hayato. Anyone.

I sent them the links to Yuki’s closed account.

The girls carefully looked at the screens of their phones.

Momo slowly ran her finger across the screen, Nana squinted, and Suzu quietly whispered “wow…” under her breath.

I let go of Nana.

She immediately looked at me with slight sadness, as if she wanted to press against me again.

— Further, — I continued, looking at Momo. — She’s going to start meeting Hayato today. This is the guy you’ll have to kiss, Momo. And maybe even touch. In front of Yuki’s eyes. But this will happen at a specific moment. Not right now. Tomorrow I’ll give you more detailed instructions.

Momo slowly raised her eyes to me. There was something complex in them — a mixture of fear, arousal, and already almost habitual submission.

— …understood, — she said quietly.

Nana and Suzu also nodded.

They no longer tried to argue.

They no longer tried to ask extra questions.

They simply listened.

And accepted.

I looked at the three girls who half an hour ago had considered themselves strong and independent.

And now stood in front of me, flushed, a little scared, and already completely ready to carry out my orders.

The girls let go of me very reluctantly.

Momo was the last to release me.

Her fingers still clung to the edge of my shirt for a few seconds, as if she was afraid that the moment she took her hand away — I would disappear.

“Looks like I played on their emotions a little too strongly.”

Their bodies already almost belonged to me.

But love…

Trust was only just beginning to break through the fear, shame, and years of someone else’s pressure.

And even with them, I would still have to act according to the laws of this world.

Slowly.

Step by step.

So that they themselves would convince themselves that they had made the choice.

I arrived at the cafeteria for the big break.

At the far table the whole company had already gathered.

Rin.

Aya.

Satomi.

Miu.

And, of course, Hayato.

Yuki was sitting next to him, pressed against his shoulder and hugging his forearm with both hands.

She looked too happy.

Too confident.

— I’m going to be Hayato’s first in everything, — she declared cheerfully, looking at the other girls with a challenge.

Aya immediately frowned.

Satomi opened her mouth indignantly.

Miu lowered her gaze.

And something unpleasant clenched inside me.

A heaviness appeared suddenly.

Stupid.

Unnecessary.

I almost crushed it right away.

“Jealousy?”

No.

More like irritation at the fact that the plot had started moving without my permission.

I still hadn’t managed to prepare the ground, and Yuki had already secured herself a place next to Hayato.

That meant I couldn’t delay any longer.

— Kurosaki-kun…

Rin noticed me first.

She immediately straightened up, and her cheeks began to flush rapidly.

— Hi.

— Hi, — I replied calmly.

She looked away.

But a second later she glanced at me again.

Then looked away once more.

“Looks like she remembers the massage.”

Aya noticed her reaction and involuntarily narrowed her eyes.

— Can you believe it? — she said instead of a greeting. — Yuki and Hayato are seeing each other now.

— Really?

I shifted my gaze to the new couple.

Hayato smiled awkwardly.

— Well… yeah. It turned out a bit unexpected.

— Unexpected for you, — Yuki snorted. — I decided everything this morning.

She pressed herself even closer to him.

Aya irritably tapped her fingers on the table.

— This is indecent.

— Why? — Yuki smiled. — Whoever confesses first wins.

— No one has won yet, — Satomi cut in.

She slapped her palm on the table so hard that Miu’s glass jumped slightly.

— I’m still insisting that Hayato should date all of us!

For a second the cafeteria became suspiciously quiet.

Several students at the neighboring tables turned their heads.

Hayato blushed.

— Satomi, don’t shout about this all over the school!

— And what’s wrong with that? — she asked sincerely. — If he likes several girls, why make them suffer?

— Because normal relationships don’t work that way, — Yuki cut her off.

— Who decided that?

— All normal people.

Satomi thought about it.

Seriously.

As if she was genuinely trying to remember whether she had ever met any normal people.

Miu, who had been sitting almost motionless until then, suddenly raised her hand.

Her face was pale, but her gaze remained determined.

— I… support Satomi.

Yuki slowly turned to her.

— What?

Miu flinched, but didn’t back down.

— Hayato should give each girl at least one free evening a week.

— Should?

— This will help avoid conflicts and ensure an even distribution of attention.

She spoke as if she were presenting a school club schedule.

— I’ve already made a preliminary table.

Hayato covered his face with his hands.

Aya immediately leaned toward Miu.

— Show me.

— Don’t you dare distribute anything! — Yuki protested.

— Why? — Aya asked. — Afraid of competition?

Yuki squinted.

— I’m not afraid.

— Then why are you yelling?

— Because he’s my boyfriend!

Satomi raised her index finger.

— But technically that doesn’t stop him from being our boyfriend too.

— It absolutely does!

I watched them in silence.

“Classic harem route scene.”

And it had started much earlier than it was supposed to.

In the original, the girls had hidden their feelings for a long time, argued among themselves, and waited for Hayato to take the initiative.

Now everything was happening right in front of me…

The plot had accelerated.

Possibly because of my appearance.

Possibly because the world was trying to compensate for the deviations and return Hayato to the central route as quickly as possible.

I didn’t like it.

If they came to an agreement among themselves, Yuki would stop feeling threatened.

If she accepted the harem scenario, it would become much harder to separate her from Hayato.

I needed to intervene.

Today.

— And what do you think, Kurosaki-kun? — Rin suddenly asked.

Everyone looked at me.

Even Yuki.

I slowly placed my tray on the table and sat down next to Rin.

— About what exactly?

— Can Hayato date all of us at once? — Satomi clarified without the slightest embarrassment.

Hayato simply groaned:

— Don’t ask him that!

I looked at him.

Then at the girls.

— He can.

Yuki froze.

Aya smiled with satisfaction.

Satomi triumphantly threw up her hands.

— I told you!

— But, — I continued, — only if each of you is truly willing to share him with the others.

Aya’s smile weakened.

Miu lowered her raised hand.

Rin looked thoughtful.

Yuki squeezed Hayato’s hand tighter.

I looked straight at her.

— Not in words. For real.

— I’m not going to share him with anyone, — she replied coldly.

— That means there won’t be any harem.

— Hey! — Satomi protested.

I ignored her.

— Because relationships in which one person agreed out of fear of losing the other won’t last long.

Yuki frowned slightly.

Hit.

She knew all too well what it was like to be afraid of losing the only safe place.

— That’s why Hayato will have to make a choice, — I added.

It became quiet at the table.

Really quiet now.

Hayato slowly raised his head.

— Right now?

— No.

I picked up my chopsticks.

— Right now we have break time. And decisions like this shouldn’t be made between soup and fried rice.

Satomi snorted.

The tension eased a little.

But Yuki continued to look at me.

Warily.

As if she was trying to understand why I had helped her.

“Correct.”

Let her think.

Let her look for a hidden meaning.

The more she thought about me, the less attention would remain on Hayato.

My phone vibrated briefly in my pocket.

New message in the group chat with the gyaru:

Momo:

We found your account, you’re hot…

I didn’t reply right away.

I simply raised my gaze to Yuki.

She was still holding Hayato’s hand.

Smiling.

Trying to look like the winner.

“Enjoy it.”

I calmly began to eat.

“By the end of the day that smile will be gone.”