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After checking the reward’s contents, a moment later.

At first, I was slightly surprised that it gave me an item instead of a memory.

But that was only for a moment. Since it wasn’t causing a headache, I quickly claimed the reward, just in case it might change.

“Hmm.”

Having claimed the reward, I held the watch that had appeared in my hand… or rather, something that looked like it came straight out of Detective Conan.

-Click.

“So this is how you look at it.”

I mumbled that, fiddling with the wrist watch that had some peculiar functions.

I wasn’t sure, but the watch seemed to have about three functions in total.

The first was just a clock function. Honestly, it would be pretty lame if a watch-shaped item didn’t even have that.

And the second, a location tracking ability.

It was called location tracking, but its function wasn’t much. It just…

‘It’s just an arrow display?’

It merely indicated the direction of the presumed villain’s location.

Looking at the direction, the villain of this scenario seemed to be at the high school far away.

Well, it was a given. The setting of *She Becomes Vulgar* was, by nature, the high school that Haru would attend.

So, after roughly accepting it, I checked the final function of this wrist watch.

‘A function that tells my location?’

The last included technology was similar to GPS, no. It was just GPS capability. An ability that could transmit my location to other devices.

I wondered what the need for something like this was, but unexpectedly, a situation like being stranded might occur, so I thought it wasn’t bad.

Anyway, I carefully fastened the received wrist watch onto my arm.

Since it was given to me, I should use it well.

I thought that to myself as I put the watch on my wrist, then, having finished my business, I turned off the screen.

Then, similar to last time, time began to flow again.

“Huh? Takuya… why, what’s wrong? You’re just standing there blankly…”

“No. It’s nothing.”

I was watching the world move again when I heard Momiji’s words and snapped out of it.

Such a sight wasn’t common, after all. My gaze must have been drawn to it without me realizing.

After that, I roughly cleared my thoughts and headed home with my little friends again.

To protect our ordinary daily lives once more.

***

A few more days passed after that.

During these few days, I embarked on information gathering.

First, I needed to check how much progress had been made. Also, last time I had blindly messed around, but this time, it was about connecting Hiro and Haru, so I couldn’t do that.

Furthermore, there was no guarantee the scenario would play out exactly like the game. So, it was necessary to investigate like this.

After several days of investigation.

I was able to roughly grasp the situation.

‘He still hasn’t taken her. No. He hasn’t laid a hand on her at all.’

Fortunately, he was just about to lay a hand on her. But the villainous PE teacher’s wicked influence was already extending.

Things like him frequently having private consultations with Haru, or her coming home late after a consultation, were continuously happening.

The bigger problem was that rumors about Haru were already circulating among the students. While they hadn’t spread widely, among a small number of students, the rumor that Haru had given herself to the PE teacher seemed quite well-known.

Wouldn’t that mean he’s already taken her?

Having experienced countless series of erotic villains, I can assert this: she hasn’t been taken yet.

This was often a premonitory symptom.

Erotic villains, while often featuring simple large-penis pig otaku, golden boys, or PE teachers, unexpectedly prefer intelligent villains. So, once they start taking someone, the skirmishes would actually decrease.

Then what are those rumors?

‘It’s a scene that shows how much the male lead trusts the heroine, and a device that reveals how much of an idiot he is.’

Roughly, if he hears such words on the street, he’ll think, [My O.O. couldn’t possibly be like that…], but he’ll still look at the heroine with a ‘what if?’ feeling.

For reference, he doesn’t say anything. He just harbors a ‘what if?’ suspicion.

That’s why I called it a scene that shows how much of an idiot the male lead is.

Anyway, if progress had reached roughly that point, it was highly likely that something would happen soon.

Because of that, my dilemma deepened.

‘Right, so what should I do?’

How to connect Hiro and Haru, while also taking care of the delinquent PE teacher, the main culprit of NTR.

***

Haru, a member of the track and field club, hated the time when classes ended and club activities began these days.

There were several reasons, but the biggest two were:

One was.

“Is that her?”

“Yes, the rumor is she’s fawning over that delinquent teacher.”

“Ha, so that’s it. Is she getting selected without even having the skill?”

“Wow~ Look at those tits~”

“Heh heh. You crazy bastard, in front of people.”

One was because of the backbiting that she’d gotten her selection, which she’d earned with skill, by fawning over the teacher, and the vulgar comments about her body. And the other was.

“Alright, kids, let’s start today! Oh, before that, Haru, see me for a moment.”

“Yes…”

It was because of that delinquent teacher, Kumoto, who had the power to make her selection, earned by skill, seem as if she’d sold her body for it.

After Kumoto finished speaking, Haru followed behind him.

Then, voices that only Haru would likely hear began to drift from behind her.

“Ha, another consultation? He doesn’t even care about other students.”

“It’s not a consultation, she’s going to sell her body. Heh heh.”

-Squeeze.

At those voices, Haru tightly clenched her fist imperceptibly.

Those words weren’t from students of the same grade. They were from second and third-year seniors.

More precisely, they were words spoken by seniors who hadn’t been selected for the team.

The reason those seniors spoke like that was simple.

‘It’s because *they* couldn’t make it!’

It was precisely because Haru, herself, had been selected instead of them.

It was absurd.

The reason they weren’t selected was simply due to their lack of skill.

It was a position she earned through skill, not by selling her body. But they were spreading such strange rumors out of envy and jealousy.

What’s more, the selection had been made *before* she had any consultations with Kumoto, yet they were tying it to this incident to disparage her like that.

Haru hated that immensely.

But she couldn’t bring herself to say anything.

In this industry, the gap between seniors and juniors was vast. She simply couldn’t speak up.

Therefore, Haru suppressed her anger internally and faced the next problem.

“Haha. Yes. Haru, your grades have improved a lot lately.”

It was the delinquent teacher Kumoto, right in front of her eyes.

Haru wanted to punch this despicable man’s filthy face right then and there and leave the room, but that was just imagination; in reality, all she could do was clench her fists tightly.

No matter how good her skills were, the moment she assaulted a teacher, she’d have to give up on being a regular player at this school, at the very least.

Thus, Haru replied with her head bowed low, hiding her emotions as best she could.

“Yes… Thank you.”

“Haha. Is it only thanks to me? It’s all thanks to your efforts.”

As Kumoto said that, he seemed to appraise Haru’s body with a glance.

Though she momentarily flared up at his words and gaze, Haru, who somehow managed to endure it, asked.

“Um, then, the reason you called for me was…”

“Oh. It’s nothing much.”

Kumoto said that and handed her a piece of paper.

Inside that paper was detailed information about students from rival schools.

One might mistakenly think that because he was called a delinquent teacher, his skills were terrible, but that wasn’t the case. On the contrary, it was better to view him as a very capable person.

“This is an analysis of your opponents’ strengths and your own strengths. Take a good look.”

“Understood.”

Just by presenting such power analysis reports in terms and figures easily understandable even to students who didn’t properly attend classes, one could tell how capable he was.

Then why was he called a delinquent teacher?

The reason was simple. Thanks to rumors of past sexual harassment of students (an atmosphere where everyone practically considered it true), Kumoto was always called a delinquent teacher, despite his good coaching skills.

If you were to ask why he wasn’t fired despite having such rumors, it was partly because they were just rumors, and also…

‘Because he had the skill.’

This industry also always desired skilled individuals.

While Haru was thinking that, the delinquent teacher Kumoto spoke.

“You can go now.”

“Yes. Understood.”

“Ah. Also, it seems bad rumors are spreading lately. I’ll give you a warning.”

“Underst…ood…”

“Alright. Then train hard.”

“Yes. Understood.”

Haru said that, bowed her head, then left the guidance office.

Soon after, the sound of footsteps in the hallway faded away. Realizing he was alone, Kumoto leaned back in his chair and mumbled into the air.

“Haa… That damn bitch, she’s so wary.”

As Kumoto uttered the crude curse, he pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and lit it.

He then took a long drag from the cigarette, exhaled the smoke, and spoke again.

“Ah. Usually around this point, they’d either have a consultation or rebel. But her mental fortitude is better than I thought?”

The reason he spread those rumors and frequently called her in was simple.

It was all to touch Haru. No, more precisely, it was to select a plaything to use for three years.

‘Ah, the last one was good.’

She ran away as soon as she graduated, which just made things troublesome.

Thinking that, Kumoto took out a book and a small ziploc bag that had been underneath the documents he gave to Haru.

‘Looks like this time, it’d be better to thoroughly break her, so she can’t bother to escape.’

Written inside that book was the usage instructions for the drug in the ziploc bag beside it, and…

[How to Make My Own Slave – Ruin Edition –]

‘Heh heh, I’m looking forward to it. To be able to create my own slave…’

It was a book that meticulously detailed the process of driving a woman to ruin.