(Chapter 13) I Want To Get Raped In A Reverse Moral World

"Hayatora-kun, are you okay today? You don't have any notes to share, so you can go home after homeroom is over. See you later, Hayatora-kun ♡"

With that, the teacher left the classroom. Teachers are generally popular, even now...

"Why does she only like you?"

"You're being deceived, you know!"

"We need to save the teacher!"

"To open the teacher's eyes, we need to rape Hayatora-kun!" (mysterious theory)

"Isn't that nice (according to plan)?"

However, it seems that I am disliked by one of the male students. I don't have many male friends, but...

"That bastard, don't use your sexy eyes on my Hayatora-kun" (Homoroader)

He muttered.

When did I ever belong to you? Homosexual jealousy is the scariest thing. You should dig into someone else's ass. (Not me)

The ninja otaku, Kondou Shouhei, said,

"I'm glad he wore male clothing, but it's regrettable that he couldn't penetrate any further, that vulgar fox (teacher). You've become too much, you know." (Even though I knew she was a woman)

Yes, it seems that I am disliked by one male student in particular.

Well, nothing particularly noteworthy happened during the break.

To be precise, I only noticed that female students were dripping wet with drool during class, and it was to an extent that you could say it was conspicuous.

Well, I can't help it, I'm the greatest in the world, after all. It was lunchtime, and I was casually eating bento with Nanto-kun.

“Aren’t you supposed to go somewhere?” I asked.

“Nah, I don’t feel like it,” he replied. “It seems like fun.”

Earlier, we had heard that some people were trying to rape others during lunch break, but we thought we’d be fine as long as we stuck together.

If the guy I was eating with was handsome, maybe I would have let him share my bento, but Nanto-kun’s presence was reassuring in many ways.

“Is that all you’ve got, my lord?” a male voice asked, affecting a tone that suggested he had been hoping for more.

“Yeah, I overslept today, so I just threw something together,” I said.

I usually make my own lunch, but today all I had time to do was slap some ham and a fried egg between two slices of toast.

“Please, have some of mine!” the man urged. “No, really, I insist. Especially this fried egg – I’m quite proud of it. Please, do me the honor of eating it.”

I was so flustered by his over-the-top insistence that I couldn’t think straight. “Come on, get serious!” I said. “You’re a pro, aren’t you?”

“Thank you! Would you like to try it?” he asked, offering me the egg.

It had a slightly pink tinge to it – was that ketchup? No, it couldn’t be…

“Is that…blood?” I asked, horrified.

The man’s face turned bright red. “Never mind,” he mumbled.

I accepted his bento, which contained a can of meatballs. It was pretty ordinary.

Before I knew it, lunchtime was over. Meanwhile, the people who had been waiting for us were starting to get impatient.

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Side: Mako’s Truth 

"Mako-chan! Hey, you know what? I made a bento for Slave-kun!"

Yesterday, after school ended, I was waiting in an empty classroom for the best meal I've ever had when my best friend, Mirai, started talking to me.

"Wow, girls in love are really different!...you didn't really make it normally, did you?"

Mirai has always had a quirky side...or rather, she can be quite spacy at times. She was never like that when we played volleyball together...at least, I don't think she was. That's why I worried and asked her.

"Well, of course...actually, every single ingredient in this bento...it's all mixed with my saliva."

"Su...what?! That's gross!"

I couldn't help but think that.

"Haa, she's still so spacy when she's in love mode."

Even when she wrote love letters to her crushes, she would just write about her hobbies and volleyball. That's why, for now, I'll speak frankly...

"Isn't that gross?"

"Eh...?"

"I mean, that's way too much! I would at least use dressing or breast milk!"

"Ah, I see! That's a good idea...I'll do that if he comes..."

She imagines what kind of expression he would make...

"Yeah...but let me be the one to do it! I came up with the idea, after all!"

"'Hurry up and get here!'"

While we were preparing our concoction to lure him over and waste his lunchtime, we were unexpectedly interrupted...