Pure Route in a Netorare School

Ren looked at the door.

— We’ll deal with this little problem.

Little problem.

He said it as if he were talking about something trivial. A broken lock. An annoying mistake in homework. Not about three girls who had kept me terrified for several weeks.

I looked at his broad back. At his calm movements. At the hand that was still resting on my head.

And for the first time, I believed that everything really could end.

He took a step toward the door.

I followed.

Not because I had stopped being afraid.

I was still afraid.

But now Ren stood between me and the danger.

We quickly climbed the stairs. Ren walked ahead. His wide shoulders almost completely blocked my view, and I couldn’t help remembering how I had come up here with Hayato not long ago.

Back then I kept looking around. Listening to every sound. Wondering what would happen if Momo got angry. Waiting for Hayato to notice how strangely I was behaving.

But he only smiled and talked about whatever was on his mind.

Now everything was different.

I walked behind Ren and looked at his back. Big. Straight. Unshakable. Like a wall moving in front of me. And as long as that wall stood between me and the danger, I could breathe.

But the anxiety still hadn’t completely disappeared.

Even if Ren made them stop…

Even if he scared Momo…

What would happen after?

She probably still had my photos. Videos. Messages. She couldn’t have kept everything only on her phone. She had probably made copies. Uploaded them to the cloud. Sent them to Nana and Suzu. Maybe to someone else too.

One tap from her and everything would be in the school group chat. Strangers’ faces flashed before my eyes again. Whispers behind my back. Laughter. Hayato looking at me like he was seeing me for the first time.

I slowed down.

Ren stopped too. He didn’t even turn around right away. He just paused on the next step, as if he had felt the tension in my back.

Then he turned his head.

— What?

I opened my mouth, but the words stuck.

How could I explain? How could I tell him that one threat wasn’t enough? That Momo had planned for everything? That this problem wouldn’t disappear even if he made them apologize right now?

Ren looked at me for a few seconds. Then he seemed to understand everything without words.

— You don’t need to think about how or what to do, — he said calmly.

I blinked in confusion.

He turned fully toward me.

— A man should take the situation into his own hands.

His voice was steady. No boasting. No attempt to impress. As if he were stating something obvious.

— And you just enjoy the moment.

My lips trembled slightly.

“Enjoy the moment?”

How could anyone enjoy anything right now?

But his words warmed something inside me. He wasn’t promising to try. He wasn’t saying he would think about it. He wasn’t asking me to endure a little longer. He had already made his decision. And for some reason, I believed that was enough.

Ren turned back toward the door.

I stepped closer. Almost right behind him.

His hand rested on the metal handle. Muffled voices came from the other side. Nana’s laughter. Something incoherent from Hayato. Momo’s cheerful voice.

My heart clenched again.

Ren pushed the handle down. The door swung open.

I instinctively hid behind his shoulder.

In front of us was the same rooftop. The same wooden bench. The same bright daylight.

But now everything looked different.

When we stepped out onto the roof, I saw them immediately.

Hayato was still sitting on the bench.

Momo was perched on his lap, arms wrapped around his neck. Nana and Suzu were pressed tightly against him from both sides.

And their hands… their hands were between his legs. Under his pants. They were shamelessly groping him, squeezing and stroking him through the fabric.

Hayato was completely red, breathing heavily, and twitching in small spasms. He tried to say something, but only quiet, broken sounds came out.

— I can hold him in my hand, — Nana said with a giggle, squeezing something under the fabric.

— Such a convenient little guy, — Suzu added. — He’s not even trying to resist.

Under their laughter, Hayato relaxed even more. His eyes were half-closed, his face burning. He was clearly close to the edge.

My heart skipped a beat.

“He didn’t even try to get away…”

Ren stopped.

I froze a little behind him, unable to look away.

He was silent.

But I could feel how tense his body had become. His broad shoulders had gone rigid. His fingers slowly curled into fists. He was looking at what was happening with such cold contempt that it made me uneasy.

I couldn’t breathe.

This was my boyfriend. My Hayato.

And right now he was just sitting there in front of me. Red. Lost. Unable to stop them or even clearly ask them to stop.

Something twisted painfully inside me. Hurt mixed with shame. With disappointment.

— Am I interrupting?! — Ren snarled.

His voice wasn’t loud. But there was so much anger in it that I flinched and pressed myself against his back before quickly pulling away, startled by my own reaction.

Everyone on the roof froze.

Hayato jerked so hard he almost knocked Momo off his lap. The girls instantly pulled away. Momo clicked her tongue in annoyance and slowly stood up from the bench. Nana and Suzu also stepped aside.

Hayato was left alone. Red. Breathing heavily. Completely lost. He hurriedly tried to compose himself, but it was already too late. Ren had seen everything. So had I.

For several seconds, no one said a word. Even the wind seemed to have stopped.

Ren took a step forward. Unhurriedly. Calmly. But at that movement, Nana unconsciously stepped back.

His voice came out quiet. Almost even. And because of that, it was even more terrifying.

— You seem to have completely lost all sense of proportion.

Momo looked at him and smirked. Confidently. Almost challengingly.

— Hey, big guy, — she said with a nasty smile, demonstratively waving her phone. — We’ve got so much dirt on this girl that it’ll last her the rest of her life.

Nana immediately chimed in:

— And now we’ve got some on her dumb boyfriend too.

She glanced at Hayato and giggled.

— So now they’re both our little pets.

Suzu walked over to the bench, straightened up, and lightly patted Hayato on the knee. He flinched but didn’t even lift his head.

— Exactly, — she said smugly. — They’ll do whatever we tell them. So stay out of things that don’t concern you.

Momo took another step toward Ren. Now there was very little space between them. She lifted her chin and looked up at him defiantly, clearly trying to regain her earlier confidence.

— So get lost, — she snapped. — Or we’ll upload everything online right now.

Something inside me snapped.

There it was. Exactly what I had been afraid of. They really had planned for everything. Photos. Videos. Messages. Now Hayato too. Even if Ren forced them to hand over their phones, copies were probably already saved somewhere. In the cloud. On other devices… With friends…

Momo wouldn’t have taken the risk if she wasn’t sure of herself.

“He’s going to leave now…”

The thought came on its own. Cold. Inevitable.

“He’ll realize he can’t do anything. He’ll turn around and leave. And I’ll be alone with them again…”

I looked at Ren’s back.

He wasn’t moving.

For several seconds the rooftop was silent. Momo had already started smiling wider, convinced she had won.

And then Ren quietly said:

— There’s nothing that can’t be solved with violence.

I froze.

He slowly raised his head. There was no calm or indifference left on his face. Only rage. Cold. Heavy. Real.

Ren took a step forward. Now it was Momo who had to step back.

— How dare you threaten me, you little bitches?

He walked straight up to Momo. Unhurriedly. Every step echoed across the roof.

Momo was still trying to smile, but the earlier confidence was gone from her face.

Ren stopped in front of her and looked down.

For several seconds nothing happened.

Then he suddenly grabbed her by the throat with one hand and lifted her off the ground. Without any visible effort. As if she weighed nothing.

Momo jerked. Her legs dangled in the air. She grabbed his wrist with both hands, but she didn’t really resist. She just hung there.

Ren looked her in the eyes and said quietly, almost calmly:

— Hitting girls is taboo. But if she enjoys it… then it doesn’t count, right?

With one smooth motion he pulled his phone out of his pocket, tossed it to me, and said without turning around:

— Record this.

I caught the phone with shaking hands. My heart was pounding so hard it hurt. I turned on the camera.

On the screen appeared his tall figure holding a girl who looked tiny in comparison.

Ren turned his head toward the lens. A faint smile appeared on his lips. Cold. Nothing like the gentle smile he had shown me just minutes earlier.

— Uterine strike. I’ll demonstrate it now.

He winked at the camera.

Momo’s face flushed completely red. Her eyes were shining. She was breathing heavily, and I could clearly see — she wasn’t afraid. She was anticipating it. Her hips twitched slightly.

I didn’t understand what was happening. But deep in my lower stomach, a strong, heavy tension had suddenly formed.

Everything felt unreal.

Just minutes ago Momo had been completely in control. Smiling. Threatening. Calling us her pets.

And now none of that confidence remained.

Nana and Suzu had gone quiet too. They stood nearby and didn’t dare intervene. Even Hayato had finally lifted his head. He was staring at Ren with wide eyes. Fear, confusion, and something like shame mixed on his face.

But Ren paid him no attention. All of his focus was on Momo.

BAH.

Ren’s fist shot forward and landed right below her stomach — exactly where a girl’s most sensitive and “precious” spot was.

The punch was short, sharp, and extremely heavy. The force of the blow even pushed air out from behind — I heard Momo sharply exhale, almost squeal.

Her eyes rolled back.

Her whole body started convulsing. She kicked her legs, arched her back, and squealed in pleasure. Loud. Animalistic.

A stream gushed out from under her skirt — she pissed herself right there on the spot, and at the same time her body shook in a powerful orgasm.

Her face was completely lost, mouth open, drool running down her chin.

Nana and Suzu stood right next to them and watched. Their faces were aroused, cheeks red. Nana had already shoved her hand under her own skirt and was quickly rubbing herself with her fingers. Suzu squeezed her own breasts with both hands and breathed heavily, staring at Momo.

And I…

I stood there and recorded.

My pussy was soaking wet. My panties were stuck to my skin. Deep inside, right at the entrance, a strong, pulsing throb had appeared.

On an instinctive level, I understood what this was.

It wasn’t just arousal.

It was something deeper. Something animal.

I watched as Ren made the girl cum and piss herself with a single strike, and my body reacted on its own.

Momo was still twitching in Ren’s arms. Her body continued to convulse with aftershocks, her legs weakly kicking in the air, and more fluid kept flowing from under her skirt — she was still squirting.

Ren calmly pulled her against him and held her tightly. She kept soaking his shirt and pants with her juices and secretions, but he didn’t even flinch. She was still trembling in his arms and clinging to him, but he didn’t even flinch.

He simply held her.

Then he lowered his gaze. Looked at her kindly. Almost tenderly.

That look made something inside me twist sharply.

Jealousy.

I flinched at the thought and clenched my fists tighter.

Why was he looking at her like that?

Why was he holding her so gently?

Ren kept looking at Momo and said calmly:

— A strike like that causes the body to release a huge amount of endorphins. They turn intense pain into overwhelming pleasure. Now she won’t be able to live without it.

He smiled slightly.

— So I’ll take responsibility. I’ll make her my pet.

Momo let out a quiet sob and pressed her face against his chest. As if she had truly found her place there.

I didn’t like that at all.

Ren shifted his gaze to Nana and Suzu.

— You two. Delete everything you have on Yūki and Hayato right now. All videos, photos, messages.

— Now.

The girls immediately stopped touching themselves. Their faces were still red and flushed, but they obediently grabbed their phones and began frantically scrolling through galleries and cloud storage, deleting files. Their fingers were shaking. Nana missed the button several times. Suzu almost dropped her phone.

— Empty the trash too, — Ren added. — And any backup copies.

They nodded quickly.

Hayato, who had been standing off to the side the whole time, suddenly lunged forward.

— Stop! Let her go! You’re going to kill her!

Ren didn’t even look at him. As if Hayato’s voice was just noise.

At that moment Momo suddenly wrapped her arms around Ren’s neck and squealed:

— Don’t let go! I love you! I love you!

Ren smiled. Genuinely.

Then he calmly stroked her hair. With his large hand. Slowly. Gently. In his own way.

Everything inside me boiled over.

“This is my stroking…”

The thought appeared instantly. Stupid. Selfish. But I couldn’t help it.

“What the hell is he petting that slut for?!”

I squeezed the phone so hard my fingers hurt. Anger and arousal mixed so intensely that my head spun. I could feel how soaked my underwear was. My head was spinning. I wanted to step forward. Pull Momo away from him. Make Ren look at me. Only at me.

He stroked her hair for a few more seconds, then turned back to Nana and Suzu:

— Take care of her. She needs to rest.

The girls froze, waiting for what would come next.

— I’m not going to punish you or destroy your lives, — Ren said. — You’re free.

Nana slowly raised her eyes to him. She seemed unable to believe what she had heard.

Ren looked calmly at both of them.

— Start a new life tomorrow. Stop being bad girls.

He paused briefly.

— Go back to who you were before all of this. While there’s still time.

For several seconds Nana and Suzu stood in complete silence. They seemed to be waiting for a catch. A new order. Punishment. Anything except forgiveness.

Then Nana was the first to cover her face with her hands.

Suzu sobbed right after.

And both of them burst into tears at the same time.

They rushed over to Momo, lifted her up, and held her tightly. Words poured out fast and jumbled:

— Thank you…

— Thank you so much…

— We’ll do everything…

— We won’t do it anymore…

— Really…

— We’ll change…

Momo smiled weakly and hugged them back too.

I looked at the three girls and barely recognized them.

Just recently they had seemed like monsters to me. Unbeatable. Capable of destroying my life with a single tap on a screen.

And now in front of me were three lost girls who had finally realized how far they had gone.

Ren watched them for a few more seconds.

Then he turned to me.

His face had become calm again. As if everything had already been decided. As if there was no more danger.

But I was barely thinking about Momo, the blackmail, or the threats.

I was only looking at his hand.

At that same palm that had just been stroking her hair.