First Wave of Otherworld Transition: Yumi Tsuchiya

Dooooon!

On an unremarkable, ordinary morning, a tremendous roar and tremor erupted out of nowhere.

The world went dark, and the shock was enough to flip everything upside down.

A great earthquake, or some cataclysm… It wouldn't have been strange to give oneself up for dead.

"Y-Yumi-sama!"

Shogo Shiraki threw himself over Yumi Tsuchiya.

But to throw oneself over properly, the way Sario covered Eclair, was to make her crouch low and shield her back from falling debris.

That was what it meant to protect one's mistress.

… Yet Shogo Shiraki's version was as if to say: if the world was going to end in cataclysm, he'd at least sate his desires before then!

He pushed Yumi Tsuchiya onto her back and pressed against her (in the middle of all that chaos, where on earth had he found the leeway?) with a fully erect penis, looming over her.

"… Sh-Shogo, what are you doing, stop!"

Shiraki seized Yumi's ample breasts in both hands, kneading them as he forced a kiss on her.

For the briefest instant, lip met lip.

"Mm, mmh! Stop, get off!"

Yumi twisted her face away at once, shoved him off, slapped him, kicked him.

"Ogough!"

Kicked in the groin, Shiraki writhed in agony, and in the opening Yumi struck him again and crawled out from under him.

… Was it her imagination that, somewhere, she heard the rattle of a chain?

There were no chains anywhere around her.

"… Wh-What do you think you were doing?! You… do you really believe such a thing would be allowed?!"

Yumi rebuked Shiraki's sudden outrage with full fury.

… The shaking had already subsided; the fluorescent lights still swayed, but the chaos was settling down.

The world that had been wrapped in darkness was already growing bright again.

The lights themselves wouldn't turn on; only sunlight came in from outside.

"… A-Ahh…"

Shiraki had let his desires explode in an instant, thinking if I'm going to die, then before I do, but he seemed to grasp soon enough that the situation had calmed.

"… M-My, my-my, my deepest apologies! In my desperation to protect Yumi-sama, I forgot myself entirely,

"I had no sense of front or back, in my desperation. I had to embrace her in these arms and shield her, in utter, utter desperation…!"

Shiraki kept repeating "in desperation," stressing that it had been an unconscious act.

"Ngh, gh… how can you stand there so brazenly…"

Pinning her down, groping her chest, trying to kiss her… the groin he'd pressed against her… did he mean to insist all of that had been the unconscious act of a protector?

There was no way such an excuse could pass. If he hadn't meant to touch her, he'd never have grabbed her like that.

If he meant to protect her, he should have lifted his hips. So why had he ground his groin against her?

He could have braced himself with his arms; there was no reason it should have ended in a kiss.

A phenomenon as if the world itself were collapsing… a great earthquake? No, it was hard even to put a name to something that blacked out the world like that.

It had certainly been a shock and tremor enough to make her think this was the end. Believing she was about to die…

The true nature he'd kept hidden until now had surfaced. That was the only conclusion she could reach.

… But pressing the matter now and provoking Shiraki would be unwise. Shiraki was, by rights, the bodyguard closest to Yumi.

If even he turned on her, there would be no one left to protect her.

If she could just rejoin the other seven, they could keep each other in check, and she could keep Shiraki at a distance.

Yumi was shaken by the sudden counterattack from Shiraki, whom she'd thought firmly under her control until now.

But for the moment, escaping the chaos came first.

Once she'd come through it, she could use the power of her family to deal with Shiraki afterward.

"… Fine. In any case, let's sort out the situation.

"A quake of that magnitude… a magnitude 10 wouldn't surprise me. The whole country must be in tremendous chaos…"

So saying, she stood up.

… However, inside the school building, aside from toppled desks and scattered contents, the building itself showed no sign of collapse.

For tremors of that magnitude, the damage seemed far too small.

… Thinking that, Yumi looked out the window.

And then…

"Where? Where is this…?"

She couldn't immediately grasp that this place was no longer the Japan she knew. Only that the familiar townscape was gone, and in its place a grassy plain stretched endlessly…

"Yumi, are you all right?"

Just then, accompanied by Sario Shard, Eclair Feradria called out to her.

"Eclair-sama! … My apologies. Are you unhurt?"

"Yes… This is… rather surprising, isn't it. So this is… I see…"

Eclair gazed out the window for a while, then…

"Now, first, let's calm down. Everyone still in the school building, gather in the gymnasium for now, and let's discuss what to do from here properly.

"It would be dangerous to rush out of the school in panic.

"Yumi-san, please help as well."

"Yes, of course! Shogo. Look around the school building and tell the students to gather in the gymnasium."

"… As you wish, Yumi-sama."

With that, Yumi sent Shogo off.

Right now, being beside Eclair and Sario felt far safer than being beside Shogo.

"Shall we look around as well?"

"Y-Yes. Please let me accompany you, Eclair-sama."

"Yes. But first… Sario. In a time of chaos like this, all the more I would have you show your loyalty to me again."

Eclair held out the back of her hand to Sario.

"… Yes, Eclair-sama. I, Sario Shard, swear that at any and all times I shall be Eclair-sama's sword and shield, and shall protect Eclair-sama."

So saying, Sario took Eclair's hand and kissed the back of it.

… In that instant, did she imagine it? A chain seemed to coil with a rattle around Eclair's neck.

In the blink of an eye, it had vanished from sight.

"Hweee… that gave me a start…"

After they'd walked a while, one female student came into view, whether they wanted her to or not.

She was perched atop the corridor's fluorescent light, swaying back and forth.

"My, you… it was Kanna Hizaki, wasn't it. Why are you sitting on top of the fluorescent light, I wonder?"

"… You startled me!"

Kanna saluted briskly. Called the "fireball beauty," she was famous even within the academy, but…

"?!"

Yumi was the one startled. What was with this brilliant red hair? Every strand of Kanna Hizaki's long hair was now a magnificent crimson.

Still, Kanna was renowned for her eccentricity, so even if she'd suddenly dyed her hair bright red one morning, it wouldn't seem particularly out of place.

The red suited her very well, looking as natural as if to say I've been this color since the day I was born.

"… What an interesting one. Sario. Let's bring this one along too."

"Yes, Eclair-sama."

"Hizaki-san. Sario is reliable. You may rely on him as well.

"Sario. Please protect Hizaki-san. The kiss of loyalty, to her as well."

"… Yes. Hizaki-san. By Eclair-sama's command, I shall protect you."

So saying, Sario kissed the back of Hizaki-san's hand.

"Hoe… s-sure…"

Kanna blinked, taken aback.

Watching it, Yumi felt envious. Compared to Shiraki, how splendid Sario was.

In skill, intellect, looks: overwhelmingly superior to begin with, and full of dignity… beautiful, graceful, and admirable.

"… U-Um, Eclair-sama… I-I'm terribly sorry to ask, but in this time of chaos… could I, too, be… that is, instructed to be protected by Sario-dono?"

So Yumi pleaded, but…

"I'm sorry. I would have liked to as well… but you are already spoken for."

"… Eh?"

"Fufufu, well, stay with us a while. At least for that long, I shall protect you."

"…??"

Confused as she was by Eclair's words, Yumi could only fall in step and follow.

"… Kanna! Are you all right… Eclair Feradria, Sario Shard, and Yumi Tsuchiya? You're being led around by some rather lofty-looking people. Did you do something and get scolded again? You're hopeless."

The one who approached saying that was Nami Himuro, renowned as the icy beauty.

What was startling, though, was that her hair, too, had been dyed a brilliant blue.

It suited the icy girl well, but as her reputation for cold ruthlessness suggested, she was a stern, serious type, and for even her to have dyed her hair was, frankly, jarring.

"What's with that hair color! Kanna, you went and did this kind of thing again… Honestly, when you get something strange in your head, I keep telling you not to just run off with it…"

"Eh? Nami-chan, you dyed your hair! Whoa, cool! Nice! Nice!"

"… Huh? What are you talking about… what is this… eh? Since when?!"

Nami Himuro was confused. Did she… not know her own hair color?

"It was Nami Himuro-san, was it.

"Kanan isn't here, and unfortunately Yumi is… so I suppose this is the best option."

Eclair said, then went on…

"Nami Himuro-san. From now on, Hizaki-san and I will be traveling with Sario. Won't you come along with us?

"Sario is very capable. He'll surely be a help to us."

"Huh? Well… I can't take my eyes off Kanna for a moment, so if Kanna's going… I'll go too."

"Then, Sario. To her as well."

"… Yes. By Eclair-sama's command, Nami Himuro-san, I shall protect you."

So saying, Sario kissed the back of Nami's hand as well.

"… Hmph. Well, even among the men, compared to the shameless lot who've come on to me, you're relatively decent."

Nami didn't go so far as to wipe her hand off, but she didn't look particularly pleased either. Cool through and through.

"… Then we are well prepared. Let us head to the gymnasium ourselves."

And so they all went to the gymnasium.

The gathered group looked to number about eighty. The bulk of them belonged to the special advancement class that Yumi and Eclair were in. Many were academically excellent and exceptionally good-looking.

Not everyone was present. Kanan Kazami, Sawako Aozawa, Kensei Yamagata, and others were missing.

"Aah, Yumi-sama, you're safe!"

"Yumi-sama…!"

"You all… Thank goodness, you're all all right."

Yumi confirmed that all eight of her slaves were assembled.

… Even Shiraki wouldn't dare try anything reckless in front of the other seven.

With this, she could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Glad to see you safe, Yumi-sama."

Shiraki bowed his head respectfully. Did he mean to gloss over his earlier attempted assault as if it were nothing? Just you wait, she glared.

At that moment…

Boooo…

A massive door appeared atop the gymnasium's stage.

The sight had no sense of reality to it, and she thought it must be a hallucination. But the door was there with unmistakable substance.

Then… the door opened, and from within emerged the silhouette of what seemed to be a woman draped in a robe.

"… To everyone visiting from another world, welcome to this world.

"I shall now explain to you all the rules of this world."

The woman ignored the clamoring students and began her explanation.

"In this world, men are called Masters and women are called Garumon, and Garumon are absolutely obedient slaves of their Masters.

"A free Garumon, by means of a kiss, becomes bound by a master-servant contract.

"It would be wise to contract with free Garumon early.

"And you can have the Garumon you've obtained fight in Garumon Battles. If you win, you can take your opponent's Garumon.

"In this way, obtain strong Garumon, and aim for the very top… become Garumon Master.

"You will all be G-Class Masters. The number of Garumon a G-Class Master may possess is up to three. As you rank up, the number of Garumon you can hold will increase.

"The menu can be called up by declaring 'system.'"

She gave them a perfunctory explanation of Garumon Battle.

"…?"

But what she was saying, Yumi (no, the great majority of the students) could not comprehend.

They were the brilliant students of the special advancement track, but precisely because they possessed a high sense of decency, they may have been unable to process this absurd, nonsensical, outlandish event.

Most of the students stood confused and fumbling, unable to do anything.

Among them, the ones to react quickly were Yumi's slaves.

Being accustomed to the existence of slaves seemed to let them respond faster than the others.

Even without grasping the rules in detail…

Up to three. They could capture girls as slaves. They just had to kiss. That much was enough to start.

"Hey, Yoshii…"

"Eh, what is it, Wanda-kun?"

The first to act was, she thought, Kazuo Wanda.

He suddenly kissed Akiho Yoshii, one of the academy's renowned beauties.

"Mm, mmm?!"

"Pwah… So this is how it works? Hey, Yoshii, take off your clothes!"

"Hwe? Yes?"

Confused as she was, Akiho Yoshii began to undress.

"Huh? Hwe…? No, no, please don't… s-stop it…"

Confused and resisting, Akiho still kept undressing. Bra exposed, skirt down, stripped to her underwear…

"… A-Amazing… i-it's true! It's real!"

Almost simultaneously, Shogo Shiraki and the rest of Yumi's slaves moved.

"…!"

Yumi's reaction was quick too. She fled, unable to bear the thought of being kissed.

Eclair. She had no choice but to rely on Eclair.

Eclair couldn't possibly mistreat her…! With that hope, she rushed to her.

Eclair stood on the gymnasium stage with Sario, Kanna, and Nami beside her.

Kanna and Nami looked confused, but Eclair and Sario were composed.

"Eclair-sama…!"

Yumi tried to run to Eclair.

"Yumi Tsuchiyaaa! You, you're the one I'll make my slave…!"

"Youshichirou?!"

Youshichirou Sebu, one of her slaves, came lunging at her.

"Hii"

Yumi sprang back… Such leg strength! In an instant she'd peeled away from Sebu and bounded all the way to the far end of the gymnasium.

"Eh, wha… what is this…"

Garumon… Master… the words she'd been told spun round and round in her head.

"Value 4200… is this high?"

"Value 4500! This is a winner! Yahoo!

"Value 3500… what the hell, junk, a bust!"

In the gymnasium, the rest of Yumi's male slaves were attacking female students and going around kissing them, the scene unfolding into pandemonium.

They compared their loot to one another and ordered their newly enslaved girls to strip naked.

… She couldn't stand by watching it. Yumi herself was the one most targeted by the men.

"Yumi Tsuchiyaaa! After all this time… I'm going to make you my slave!"

"Yumiii! Uooooh! Let me, let me, let meeee～!"

"Riku! Goro! How could you…"

Even though they'd been her slaves, Yumi had thought they were all on friendly, amicable terms.

She'd never imagined being struck by such glittering, lust-fueled rage and desire.

Kazuo Wanda, the bright, refreshing sportsman; Souji Tsushima, the witty popular guy; Ryouzou Sasaya, the academically gifted honor student; Koji Furuya, the smooth playboy; Goro Haida, the muscle-training enthusiast; Riku Shikura, the diligent one; Youshichirou Sebu, the small and quick-footed… she was supposed to have made slaves of these select men with their varied features and high-spec abilities.

Yet peel back a layer, and every last one of them was like this…

For now, escape from all of them, and back to Eclair. With her current physical ability, it should be possible.

Yumi started to run again with that thought.

But…

"Tsuchiya-san! Stop!"

"Misawa-san?! What are you…!"

Classmates, and girls she knew only by face, were the ones lunging at her.

They were girls who'd already been enslaved by men. Even those stripped naked weren't allowed to cover themselves, and they came pouncing all the same.

It seemed the boost in physical ability applied to all the girls. Compared to the boys, they were noticeably faster and stronger.

Against girls, she couldn't gain an overwhelming advantage.

… In this way, the men who'd quickly enslaved girls captured those who had not, captured other men, and established a one-sided dominance.

The students who had bumbled and barely moved were caught before they could do anything.

"… Ngh, this is… Eclair-sama! Please stop everyone! This is wrong! Calm them down…"

But Eclair was smiling. Smiling pleasantly, the way she did when she watched a slave battle.

… Ah, no good. So this was the kind of person Eclair Feradria was. A sadist who delighted in seeing people suffer.

"… To the one who entertains me most, I shall put in a good word."

It was because Eclair had said that that Yumi Tsuchiya and Kanan Kazami had ended up at each other's throats.

This woman, who'd been the trigger of it all… there was no way she wouldn't, in fact, enjoy a tragedy like this.

"Yaaah!"

Dogo!

"Hii! What?!"

Without warning, an attack struck her.

"A-Amazing, the attack actually came out…"

"Knock her down, capture Yumi!"

What… was happening? The girls came lunging with inhuman strength and destructive force.

It was like a nightmare.

"… In any case, I have to escape now…!"

A few boys and girls had managed to flee early, when the chaos first broke out.

With forty people, of course there were quick-witted ones.

But by now it was too late. The gymnasium was already sealed.

Yumi's eight slaves, who'd moved most efficiently, had each secured roughly two or three female slaves.

She was sure: they'd said up to three… If other girls were sacrificed and everyone secured three or more slaves, she might escape… Yumi was thinking that with cold calculation, too.

A slight prospect had opened up. But…

"Yumi, come over here! Let me kiss you!"

Shogo Shiraki, who'd been holding two of his classmates' girls and kissing them, finally seemed to notice that Yumi was being targeted by other men, and gave her that order.

… In that instant, Yumi could only obey.

"Why…?! I… haven't been kissed, ah…! That one moment, just the faintest brush…?!"

You are already spoken for. Eclair's words crossed her mind. She'd been… finished, all along.

Yumi flew into Shogo's chest, and then…

"Yumi… at last, you've become mine…"

Shogo Shiraki kissed her. The sensation of the tongue licking around inside her mouth was repulsive…

"Y-You bastard, Shogo! You… our Yumi…!"

"I'll kill you!"

The one who came lunging was Koji Furuya. He challenged Shogo to a Garumon Battle. But…

"… Earth Grave!"

Yumi's stats were overwhelming.

The other two, Miu Aihara and Ren Natsuki, were excellent too. They were the second-rank pair behind the Seven Greatest Beauties, and the time he'd spent picking them carefully, leaving Yumi for last, had been worth it.

He overpowered Furuya's three and crushed them.

"Uah, ahhhh… shit, shit, shit, my Hayakawaaaaa!"

Furuya lost Saki Hayakawa and wailed in grief.

"… Hey, hey, calm down, Furuya. There are girls left, you know. Among the eight of us we've each secured three, so a few are still left over."

"… Ngh, oh, oh… then, Nomiya! I'll take Yukiko Nomiya!"

Chu, juru, jururu… Furuya kissed Nomiya, the cutest of the remaining girls.

"Calm down, all of you.

"You saw it, didn't you? The fate of someone who battles carelessly.

"If you lose, you lose a girl. Well, there were spares so it worked out, but there aren't many left.

"A few girls escaped from the gymnasium, too.

"But you guys, even if you don't have one as good as Yumi, you've still secured pretty good women, haven't you. From here on you can have all the fun you want, isn't that right?

"It would be a waste to do nothing and lose them, wouldn't it?"

At Shiraki's words, the seven exchanged looks. True enough, they'd secured the class's top beauties.

From here on they could strip them, touch them, enjoy them at will. A dream-like time was waiting, and to throw it away by clinging to Yumi Tsuchiya would be to lose the whole game.

"… But to us, Yumi Tsuchiya is worth throwing away every other woman for. Of course she is. We've been worked to the bone as her slaves.

"For you to monopolize her… that's something we can't exactly forgive…"

The seven's jealousy concentrated on Shiraki. But…

"… Haha, I won't monopolize her. Her virginity, that's the only part I'll definitely take. But after that, I'll let you all have your turns too.

"How about it? … Cooperate with me."

"!"

The seven seemed to waver at Shiraki's proposal.

"… What do we do?"

"Her virginity is… galling, but… if we still get to do Yumi Tsuchiya after that, that's not a bad deal…"

"… Personally, once I got hold of Yumi, I'd want her all to myself. If you'll really let us all have her too… maybe Shogo really is the right one to be leader."

"Us, who were treated as her slaves, gangbanging Yumi Tsuchiya… that's not so bad either."

The seven discussed it…

"… Fine. We acknowledge you, Shiraki, as our leader, and we'll cooperate."

… All seven, in concert, fell in line behind Shiraki. The plan to slip out in the chaos of battle was wrecked along with it.

Clap, clap, clap… the sound of applause rang out from the stage.

"… Shogo Shiraki, that was a fine display of skill. To secure Yumi and quell this chaos so quickly.

"I've revised my opinion of you.

"If you keep building strength at this rate… things may get interesting."

So saying, Eclair stood up.

"… Eclair-sama, p-please, save us…"

Not just Yumi, several others begged Eclair for help.

"Fufufu, may happiness be with you all… Yumi. I'll look forward to the day we meet again."

But Eclair seemed to have no intention of helping them at all.

Eclair, leading her three, was about to leave the gymnasium at her leisure.

"… Wait, Eclair Feradria. Getting hold of you would be an even bigger prize than Yumi Tsuchiya…!"

"… Hey, stop, Sebu! Don't lay a hand on her!"

"Shut up, I'll get her, and the leader's seat is mine!"

"… Fufufu, very well, then. Youshichirou Sebu. In honor of your reckless courage, I shall grant you the honor of being the first to be defeated by me."

"Eclair-sama"

"Stand down, Sario. Concentrate on giving instructions.

"Even your swordsmanship cannot fight a Garumon.

"… As you wish. Then if you'll excuse me… Kanna, Fire. Nami, Freeze.

"Eclair-sama. Please, Thunderbolt."

"Yes… here I come."

"Fire! Whoa, amazing, fire came out, fire came out!"

"Freeze! Ice…?!"

Kanna Hizaki and Nami Himuro likewise used powerful skills. But…

"… Thunderbolt!"

Zubaaan!

… Eclair Feradria was, beyond it all, far too overwhelming.

Sebu's three were also SSR-Class. And yet in a single strike, they were wiped out.

It hadn't even been a contest.

Eclair's value was on a wholly different scale.

Later it became clear this was because of her race, but to be in the highest-tier job from LV1 was, in itself, impossible. She was a being in a class of her own.

"M-My deepest apologies! I, who turned my blade against Eclair-sama, fully accept my folly is worthy of death ten thousand times over, but please, please… f-forgive me…!"

Sebu prostrated himself in dogeza, grinding his head into the floor.

It was clear that even if they all attacked together now, every last one of them would be wiped out.

"Fufufu. Very well. I am in a very good mood at the moment… I shall let it pass."

"M-My deepest gratitude!"

Sebu retreated, head still pressed to the ground.

"Fufufu… ahahahaha! How fun!

"Now, let us go, Sario. The fun, fun game begins."

So saying, Eclair, Sario, Nami, and Kanna walked away…

But for those left behind… it was hell.

"G-Class rank 470… it seems the more you win, the more your rank goes up."

"So we just have to raise our rank? Then… we can challenge these slaves any number of times."

"All right, I challenge Satake to a battle… oh, no Garumon, so I win! Haha! Easy way to rack up wins! My ranking's going up!"

"Ahahaha! Idiots, all of you. With a chance like this, take-as-you-please of women, you bumbled around, couldn't grab any, stood there blank, and let them all get away! Were you really this dumb?! Ahahahaha!"

At first there had been forty boys and forty girls.

With Shogo Shiraki as leader, seven Masters had secured twenty-four Garumon.

When the chaos broke out, the quick-thinking ones who'd fled early as boy-girl pairs, plus Sario's group, came to four boys and ten girls.

Two girls had been lost to the System after losing battles.

… The remaining twenty-eight boys and four girls had been captured.

"Oh, I've been promoted to F-Class… Damn, so once you're F-Class, you can't battle G-Class anymore."

"… All right, slaves. Out of you, four are going to get a leftover girl as a reward and become our underclings.

"Have the slaves fight each other. Give a leftover girl as a prize and bump them up to F-Class.

"… Hey, slaves. How about it? Whoever swears to obey us and do anything we say.

"The first man to swear gets a girl."

"Yes, yes yes yes! I swear it! For Shogo Shiraki-sama and all of you, I swear I'll do anything!"

"… Tsunoda, huh. Very well. We'll give you a girl."

"T-Thank you very much!"

"… Shiraki-kun, please stop this! This is wrong. Free those girls right away.

"In this abnormal situation, let's stand together against it!"

A righteous-minded boy tried to admonish him. But…

"… Hahaha! Wrong, is it! Hey, Yumi, strip."

"…!"

"I said take off your clothes! Tear that uniform off right now and get fully naked!"

"… Y-Yes."

Rip! Rip rip! Yumi tore at her uniform exactly as ordered and threw it off.

Her almost obscenely full and ample breasts were laid bare without restraint.

"… Ohh…"

Shogo and the others, and every other boy as well, stared transfixed at Yumi's nude body.

"… Ngh, s-stop… Shogo…"

"Shut up!"

Once commanded, Yumi could not voice any objection.

Shogo, closer than anyone else, kept staring intently at Yumi's fully naked figure without blinking once.

"K-Kkk, kukku… a-hahahaha! I… I wanted to see this so badly, so badly, so badly that I bowed my head when I didn't want to, and obeyed her! All so I could one day strip this woman bare and make her my plaything!

"That dream… has come true! Come true! A-hahahaha!"

Shiraki let out a deranged, soaring laugh.

"A-hahahaha!"

The other seven slaves laughed loudly along with him.

A few of the other boys followed suit and laughed; others grimaced… reactions varied.

"Hashidaaa… what was that you said? You said it was wrong, didn't you? Hey… Tsunoda. Hold this guy down and strip him."

"Yes! All right, Miyoko, strip him!"

"Y-Yes…"

"S-Stop, Miyoko-kun, snap out of it!"

"S-Sorry, Hashida-kun…"

Miyoko stripped Hashida. Hashida-kun resisted, but the strength gap between boys and girls was nothing he could overcome.

Once stripped, Hashida's penis stood rigidly upright.

In an abnormal situation like this, it would be no surprise if it had shrunk. Yumi's nude form had been just that overwhelmingly attractive.

"Haaa-hahaha! If it's wrong, you wouldn't get an erection, would you?! Watching something that's wrong, does that get you excited, Hashida-kun?!"

"U-Uuuh…"

Hashida burned with shame.

"Ahaha! You're all talk, you really are! … Kuku, in sports, in studies, I could never beat you. You were a thorn in my side, Hashida-kun… But look at the difference in our positions now! My victory!

"Now, Tsunoda! Attack him!"

"Yes, Shogo-sama! Go, Miyoko!"

Doga!

"Gufaa! S-Stop, Miyoko-san… you, who always tend the flowers so kindly, doing this kind of thing…"

"H-Hashida-kun… I'm sorry, I'm sorry…"

"Miyoko, hit!"

"Nooo…!"

Bishi!

"I see. So men have HP too… and it goes down by 1 from a girl's attack. What happens when it hits 0… let's test it on you.

"Will you die? Will you, I wonder?! Aha, haha, hahahaha!"

"S-Stop, please stop, stop… f-forgive me, please forgive me, I'm sorry I said something so impudent…! Forgive meee…!"

"Now, the next will take you to 0! Do it, Tsunoda!"

"Yes! Miyoko! Next! Hit!"

"Noooooo…!"

Bishi!

"… Huh? What, you don't die when you hit 0? What is this… Hey, one more."

"Yes! Miyoko, hit!"

"U-Uu, you're saved, Hashida-kun…"

"Miyoko-kun…"

Bishi! Gucha!

The result of a Garumon's attack landing on a flesh-and-blood human… went without saying.

Hashida's head, from the neck up, vanished.

"… Nooooooo!"

"Oh! … I see, so once HP hits 0, injury, and even killing, is at our pleasure!"

"Hiiii! I-I'll do anything! I'll do anything, please spare me!"

"Shogo-sama!"

"Shogo-sama!"

The boys watching could only cast aside their pride and beg for Shiraki's mercy.

"… What have you done! I won't forgive you, I won't forgive you, you bastards!"

One boy howled in grief, but…

"You'll be the next to die, Omoriii!"

Boys who showed their righteousness simply became the next Hashida-kun.

The remaining boys, trembling, had no choice but to obey.

This was the fate that awaited Masters who couldn't secure Garumon early enough in this world.

In this way, all eight of Shiraki's group became F-Class, with six boys as their underlings and twenty Masters swearing absolute obedience.

This was the kind of organization Shogo Shiraki secured ahead of everyone else.

The Shiraki faction emerged as a Master collective in this world, sweeping forward.

In the lower classes, the advantage of numbers truly worked, and their speed of climbing to D-Class was, it's said, virtually on par with Eclair's.

… However, climbing to C-Class required individual strength. There they fell behind Eclair, and ended up left in her dust.

The slave Masters they'd stockpiled, once it became clear that mere quantity was useless, were sold off without mercy to slave merchants…

In the end, by the time they reached B-Class, the Shiraki faction had dwindled to only the original eight.