(Chapter 15) I Want To Get Raped In A Reverse Moral World

As we drove away, the teacher mumbled to herself, "Harada-san and Sakurai-san know him… but that's impossible…" I couldn't help but smile at the thought. The teacher's car was surprisingly clean and tidy, with no erotic books in sight as I had imagined. It was simple and unassuming, just like her.

We arrived at my house, and as the teacher turned off the engine, the car's BGM surprised me with a strange tune. It was a song that started with the lyrics, "Come on, let's do it, okay?" I was taken aback for a moment, but I decided not to ask about it. The teacher had already warned me not to bring it up, after all.

As I got out of the car, I couldn't help but wonder what would happen next. But for now, I was just happy to have made it through the day unscathed. And with any luck, I would be able to see Harada-san and Sakurai-san again soon.

Yesterday, I managed to reach home from school in the shortest distance without using a navigation app. As I was about to unlock the door, someone suddenly covered my mouth from behind. I turned around to find the class president, Aoki Fuuri, standing there with vacant eyes, looking like she had just been raped.

"Do you want to scream?" she said, gripping my son tightly. Her strength was just right, not causing any pain.

I gritted my teeth, determined not to give in, even though she had taken my son hostage. "What do you want from me?" I asked.

"Ahaha! I touched it, early-vernal boy's penis, I touched it!" she cackled.

I gulped, feeling a chill run down my spine. Who had done this to her? I couldn't forgive them.

"Let's go inside quickly; it's not a good idea to stay out here where people can see us," said a voice that belonged to someone other than the class president. I turned to see Milicia Hasakawa, a blonde with golden hair, standing there with two maids by her side. One was petite and expressionless, while the other was tall and wore an eyepatch, resembling Esdeath from Akame ga Killer.

"We should take over the base immediately," said the tall maid, eyepatch-wearing Leisha.

"Wait, Leisha. We need to take the boy inside first," said Hasakawa.

"But, Milicia-sama, the masters are not home yet," said the small maid, Aisha.

Just then, the class president found the keys to my house in my bag and opened the door. Aisha and Leisha followed us inside. Once we were all in, Hasakawa closed the door behind us, trapping me inside with them.

Leisha took out a whip, and I couldn't help but shiver at the thought of what she might do to me. I'm an M, but I don't like pain.

"Now, Hasakawa-sama, may I borrow the key to this house?" Leisha asked.

I couldn't speak, so I shook my head and looked at the class president, who was still holding my son.

"Are you still resisting?" she asked, tightening her grip.

"Stop it, class president!" I shouted, afraid that I might get aroused. I couldn't let that happen; it would be humiliating.

Aisha found the keys to my house and handed them to Hasakawa, who thanked her and led the way to my son's room. I followed, feeling a sense of dread wash over me. I couldn't believe this was happening to me.

The tall maid, Leisha, wore an eyepatch, and her silver hair flowed down her back. She had sharp, blue eyes, and her bust size was hard to determine because of her outfit, which made her look like a soldier. I couldn't help but feel a little intimidated by her.

Aisha was small, expressionless, and had short, black hair. She reminded me of a doll, and I couldn't help but wonder if she was related to Leisha in some way.

As we entered my son's room, Hasakawa closed the door behind us, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease.

"I've been waiting for this day for so long," Hasakawa said, her voice full of excitement.

"Come on, early-vernal boy, let's go," she said, taking my son's hand.

I couldn't believe what was happening. I had never felt so powerless before. I couldn't let them take my son away from me.

"Wait, Hasakawa-sama," I said, trying to sound confident. "What do you want from me?"

She turned to me, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I want to take over your house, of course," she said.

"But why me?" I asked, feeling a sense of panic.

"Because you're the perfect target," she said, her voice full of confidence. "You're a single father with no family nearby. You're the perfect candidate for us to take over."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I had never felt so helpless before.

"But why do you want to take over my house?" I asked, feeling a sense of confusion.

"Because it's the perfect location for our base of operations," she said, her voice full of excitement.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I had never felt so powerless before.

"But I won't let you," I said, trying to sound confident.

She laughed, her voice full of amusement. "You don't have a choice," she said.

I couldn't believe what was happening. I had never felt so hopeless before.

Just then, there was a knock on the door, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me.

"Who is it?" Hasakawa asked, sounding annoyed.

"It's the police," said a voice from the other side of the door.

Hasakawa's face fell, and she looked at me, her eyes wide with fear.

"You called the police?" she asked, sounding surprised.

I shook my head. "I didn't," I said.

Just then, the door burst open, and the police rushed in, taking Hasakawa and her maids into custody.

I couldn't believe what had just happened. I had never felt so relieved before.

"Thank you, officers," I said, feeling a sense of gratitude wash over me.

"Are you alright, sir?" one of the officers asked, looking at me with concern.

I nodded, still in shock. "Yes, I'm fine," I said, my voice shaking.

The officer nodded, and the police led Hasakawa and her maids out of the room, leaving me alone.

I couldn't believe what had just happened. I had never felt so lucky before. I had come close to losing everything, but in the end, I had managed to escape unscathed.

I looked down at my son, who was still holding onto Hasakawa's hand.

"Are you alright, son?" I asked, feeling a sense of concern wash over me.

He nodded, still looking a little shaken.

"Yes, I'm fine, Dad," he said, his voice shaking.

I nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over me.

"Good," I said, taking his hand in mine. "Let's go home."

And with that, we walked out of the room, leaving the chaos behind us.