I, the mastermind behind the scenes at Soubu High, refuse to be caught in a bloodbath.

"Draft a report and give it to their homeroom teacher. Seriously, don't they know that suddenly barging into the teaching building like that will scare the girls? Do they think they all have eight-pack abs and two prominent pectoral muscles?"

Himekoji issued orders without turning his head. He was already very familiar with this routine when he was the vice president, and now that Mariya was gradually getting used to it too, he figured Mariya would probably go even further after he retired, because that guy was a pervert! (Although the reason for cross-dressing was to inherit the family fortune...)

"Thump thump thump—!!"

There was a loud knocking on the door of the student council room.

"What's going on?" Himekoji, busy processing budget applications, gave Hayama Hayato a look and said, "Please go and take a look."

“Okay,” Hayama Hayato got up and walked over, but the noise in the hallway grew louder and louder, as if it were about to lift the roof off. Hayama swallowed, coughed, and asked, “Excuse me, who’s outside—?”

"The Kasumigaoka Lady's personal guards are outside! Open the door right now, you bunch of bastards, we've surrounded you!"

"This is our personal guard's ultimatum. If you don't open the door, we will have to resort to force!"

"I will never allow Lady Kasumigaoka's sacred feet to set foot in this filthy student council!! I will drag all of you hypocritical bastards out and nail you to the pillar of shame of Soubu High School!"

"Prepare yourself, Himekoji Haruto! You perverted harem maniac! Receive divine punishment!"

"..." Himekoji was speechless. He looked at Kasumigaoka, who stood up without him saying anything, sighed, and walked to the door. She then asked Hayama Hayato to step aside, stepped back slightly, opened the door, and quickly retreated. Three or four "royal guards" who were squeezed at the front were pushed in by the crowd and fell to the floor. Fortunately, Kasumigaoka had the foresight, otherwise she would have been the one crushed underneath.

"Miss Kasumigaoka, come back with us!"

"Lord Kasumigaoka, this is no place to linger! Even that young lady Touma Kazusa couldn't escape the lewd and eccentric Haruto Koji's grotesque trotters!"

The boys, lying on the ground, pleaded with her with tears in their eyes.

"You all should go back now and not disturb my work in the student council room."

Kasumigaoka took a few steps back, crossed his arms, and spoke earnestly.

"No way, Lady Kasumigaoka, you've been fooled too!"

"No, Lady Kasumigaoka! It's not too late to escape now. Our guards have cleared the corridors. We guarantee Lady Kasumigaoka's safe passage!"

A boy with a cheering ribbon tied around his head stood at the door, his eyes sparkling with excitement, and loudly pounded his chest.

Chapter 008 Unexpectedly, [Yukino Yukinoshita] was actually in the clubroom...

"Lord Kasumigaoka, you go first, don't worry about us!"

"Our lives are with you (your pantyhose)!!"

The guy lying on the ground struggled, looking like he had been stabbed several times and was about to die.

"Enough already!" Himekoji stood up, unable to bear it any longer, and waved her hand, saying, "Don't you all know that your behavior is causing trouble for Kasumigaoka-senpai?! You're all acting according to your fantasies. This is reality, not a novel, anime, or some TV drama. Be serious! School's over now. Those of you with club activities, hurry up and do them. Those of you without, go home!"

Himekoji stepped out from behind her desk and stood in front of Kasumigaoka to shield her from the pressure.

The so-called royal guards exchanged bewildered glances, their earlier air of authority vanishing completely. To Himekoji's surprise, Kasumigaoka Utaha stepped forward and added insult to injury, saying, "Thank you all for your support, but I really enjoy being here. I'm so sorry for causing you trouble." She then bowed again, leaving the royal guards utterly humiliated. After one of them made a run for it, the rest seemed to be competing to see who could slip away the fastest.

"Oh my, oh my, even maggots have some energy when they're all together."

At this opportune moment, Jasmine made a sarcastic remark, saying that if there were enough space to maneuver and it wasn't a one-on-one attack, both Jasmine and Himekoji could easily handle this group of guards. Well, if so many people could be dealt with all at once, this story wouldn't be called a love story; it should be renamed the Black Empire.

"Lord Juya, it's time to assemble your personal guard!"

Jasmine looked at Vice President Ju Ye, and casually pulled out a small fan from somewhere to fan her.

"Ha! Of course, I've already spread the word!"

"Hey you two, stop causing trouble for the school's daily activities, okay?"

Ji Xiaolu slammed the door shut again and returned to her seat, annoyed.

After about half an hour, all the miscellaneous tasks were finished, and everyone except Kasumigaoka left the student council room. As soon as they stepped out, Kasumigaoka locked the door from the inside. She smiled and skipped forward, lightly touching the corner of her lips with her left index finger. She then went around behind Himekoji, hugged his neck, and deliberately acted coquettishly, saying, "Inspiration-kun~, what kind of good story will you give me this time?"

"Of course I'll give you a good story, so could you please stop pressing those breasts against my head?"

“It’s really not cute. Others don’t even get this treatment.” Kasumigaoka released his neck, took a step back, put her hands behind her back, turned around and said, “You’re surprisingly mature, Inspiration-kun. And you don’t seem like the kind of idiot who has a lot of enthusiasm but tries to infect the people around him and then drags them to do this and that and makes things difficult for them.”

"If I could, I would like to be a little immature, but personally, because I like women who are older than me, it would be very troublesome if I were immature. I don't want to grow old alone."

"Is it because older women are experienced and skilled? In my opinion, that's the only thing you're not good at? You're too harsh on girls your own age and younger than you. I have no idea what your youth was like. Did you go through things that others couldn't go through and that's why you're like this?"

Kasumigaoka leaned closer, gripping the back of the chair with both hands. Some of her loose hair trickled down Himekoji's neck, tickling him.

"Probably, but the main task right now isn't to talk about my life, but to help you get familiar with the work of the secretary, right?"

Since everyone was gone, Himekoji crossed her legs. Normally, doing this in the student council room would seem too arrogant.

"Of course I'm already familiar with that kind of thing. I was the class secretary back in junior high, so there's no need for that."

Kasumigaoka turned around and made a face at Himekoji.

"You have this side to you too..."

Ji Xiaolu said with considerable surprise.

"You make me sound like a woman in her thirties or forties. Even if I am older than you, I'm only one year older, Inspiration Guy~"

She leaned over the back of the chair and reached out to circle Himekoji's pure white hair—it wasn't dyed, but rather inherited from her Austrian mother; the only slight regret was that she hadn't inherited his eye color.

"Um, my name is Haruto."

"There are plenty of people who call you Haruto-kun, but I'm the only one who calls you Inspiration-kun, right? You're my one and only Inspiration-kun, the kind I can't give to anyone else! Otherwise, I'll go crazy! Once you become addicted to writing, it's hard to break free. I don't know what drug addiction feels like, but ever since I got your outline and used it in my writing, I've felt waves of pleasure coursing through my spine, like 'Mmm~ Ah~', you can understand, right? And then, after I finish writing but haven't received your outline for the next volume, I become completely listless..."

She spoke a lot in one breath, and even blushed because of those two interjections.

"Ahem! Alright, Inspiration-kun it is. I'll give you the outline for the new volume and what Aki Tomoya needs as soon as possible. Of course, I still hope you'll keep my existence a secret. Finally... I have to go to the Service Club now, Utaha."

Okay~

She got off the swivel chair, tiptoed around the room and casually danced a little, then opened the door, waved to herself, and left.

"Phew—, older men are scary, scary, but I just love it!"

Picking up Yukinoshita's application, which had been lying on the desk for a long time, Himekoji left the student council room and locked the door.

He knew the location of the clubroom very well. Although he didn't know if that Miss Yukinoshita was still doing club activities at this time, it would be best to take a look anyway. There was only one person in the club, and she wasn't doing anything serious, yet she was planning to apply for club funds? Did your mother not give you any pocket money?

This is the innermost classroom on the sixth floor of the special building, and there are no words on the sign above the door.

"Knock knock." Ji Xiaolu knocked on the door anyway, but there was no response. He knocked again, but still no response. So he simply opened the door and said, "Sorry to bother you."

One corner of the classroom was cluttered with desks and chairs, indicating it had been used as a warehouse. Apart from that, it was no different from the other classrooms; it was just an ordinary classroom. The front half was quite empty, while a set of individual desks and chairs had been moved into the middle. On the desk was a black-haired girl, and Himekoji knew from her white hair that it was Yukino Yukinoshita.

Chapter 009 She's angry! [Hiratsuka Shizuka] actually wants to kill someone to silence them.

One of her hands was hanging down under the table, and the other was resting on the open book on the desk. Himekoji walked over slowly. The book was in English and told the legend of King Arthur.

“Yukinoshita, out of humanitarian concern, I should remind you that sleeping in a place like this can make you catch a cold, and if a pervert suddenly breaks in, you’ll be in trouble. You know, not everyone is as careful as I am to warn you…” As she spoke, Himekoji, who had her back to Yukinoshita, grabbed her ankle as she kicked, and before she could argue with a red face, she let go of her ankle, threw it aside, and clapped her hands, saying, “Not everyone is as skilled as me to be able to suppress you so easily. If you had hit me, my ribs would have been in serious trouble.”

"Hmph, so what brings you here?"

"You woke up and immediately kicked the person who reminded you without saying a word. Didn't your parents teach you what an apology is?"

"I'm not good at apologizing to rude guys who suddenly touch the side of a sleeping girl."

Yukinoshita seemed to be even more furious than Himekoji. Himekoji turned around and looked at her strangely, then slammed the application form stamped with a large "Rejected" seal onto the table in front of her and said, "Fine, I don't need your apology. I just came to tell you that your application has been rejected."

Is this a hostile act directed at me personally?

Yukinoshita looked at the bright red seal, grabbed the document, and calmly asked Himekoji Masato.

“You’re not qualified to be targeted or hated by me,” Himeko said, walking towards the door without saying anything more. She waved her hand with her back to Himeko and said, “By the way, I suggest you work on your fighting skills. You haven’t practiced seriously for at least two years. You’re not only rusty, but you’re also really lacking in strength. Goodbye~, oh, it’s better if we never see each other again.”

"..."

Yukino clutched the application form she had filled out with care tightly, leaving it wrinkled.

Not to mention Himekoji herself, even Jasmine could easily subdue Yukinoshita in five seconds. After all, she is the personal bodyguard of young master Juya, and they even sleep together.

Although rumors spread throughout the school in the following days that student council president Haruto Himekoji was a super womanizer who had played with Kazusa Touma and then picked up Kasumigaoka Utaha, whom he had previously abandoned, and the girls looked at him with extremely disdain, rumors are just rumors after all, and after about a week, almost no one was talking about them anymore.

On this day, the student council room also welcomed a special guest.

"What a rare guest! Professor Hiratsuka, is there anything I can help you with?"

Today, Shizuka Hiratsuka didn't smell of smoke or alcohol, which is a big plus. Of course, it can look very elegant for a mature woman to smoke, but the lingering tobacco smell after smoking can be unpleasant for many people.

"This is the member renewal application form. I've handed it to you. Is that alright?"

She handed Himekoji an application form with the name "Hachiman Hikigaya" written on it, and the handwriting on the form was definitely her own. It's likely that Hachiman Hikigaya didn't know he was about to join the club throughout the whole process.

"This isn't my signature."

Ji Xiaolu deliberately shook the papers a few times as she spoke.

"That kind of thing is fine no matter what," she waved her hand impatiently. "More importantly, a new member is joining, aren't you going to go and see?"

"Now?"

"If he hadn't run away, that guy would still be in the clubroom right now. But let me make this clear," Hiratsuka Shizuka said, rubbing her forehead and leaning against the wooden door, "whether it's Yukinoshita, who founded the Service Club, or this Hachiman Hikigaya who's joining now, neither of them are normal people on a personal level, you know what I mean?"

"I'll assume I understand."

Himekoji stood up. It seemed that Hiratsuka Shizuka had already made Hikigaya and Yukinoshita make that bet. As long as they could change each other's personalities, they could forcefully impose a condition on each other. So he temporarily handed over the matter to Mariya and followed behind Hiratsuka Shizuka.

The elegant white coat swayed slightly on her tall figure with each step.

"I have a question for you."

As they walked, Hiratsuka Shizuka suddenly turned around and said.

"please say."

"What is your understanding of 'real'?"

“Those who desperately try to understand the true thing will never become the true thing.” Himekoji shrugged, walked to the side of her and said, “Just as those who pursue happiness will never find happiness, but find happiness easily when pursuing other things.”

"The opposite of you, Hachiman is desperately trying to become a real thing. To be honest, I don't really understand kids this age. His future career aspiration is to be a stay-at-home dad. Can you believe it?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka continued rubbing her temples, seemingly quite concerned about Hachiman's situation. In fact, this was the first time she had taught a student like Hachiman since the class reshuffle in their second year of high school. They had only known each other for about two weeks, yet she had already fully grasped Hachiman's personality flaws. Coupled with that essay that seemed to be a form of revenge against society... she couldn't imagine what kind of person he would become if this personality trait wasn't corrected.

"What are Hiratsuka-sensei's future career aspirations? Will she continue to teach and nurture students as an educator?"

"Of course, I quite like this job."

As she spoke, she rolled up her sleeve and bent her right arm, revealing a prominent bulge on her originally slender arm. Then she quickly coughed and rolled up her sleeve as if to cover it up, saying, "Corporal punishment, corporal punishment can never be a means of education!"

"Yes, yes, I didn't see anything. I swear on your biceps, teacher."

"This is my memory-erasing fist, die!"