Under the sunlight, golden bees busily work among vibrant flowers, dancing gracefully as if they were messengers of spring.
Their slender antennae gently caress the flowers, as if teasing the tender stamens.
Through the bees’ diligent labor, the beautiful flowers generously offer their nectar.
In this process, the bees greedily gather and toil on the flowers, their speed increasing.
The beautiful flowers, not stingy at all, give up vast amounts of nectar, bringing this gathering to its final conclusion.
“Saying no with your mouth, but your body’s burning up, huh~”
Sakurako Mochizuki looks at me with a smile, then shifts her gaze downward.
I try to adjust my stance but nearly slip.
My face slightly red, I want to say something, but my weak, panting body, leaning against the corner, lacks the strength to retort against Sakurako Mochizuki.
Bullied, my eyes are like fogged glass, staring at Sakurako Mochizuki.
She lifts her skirt slightly, as if nothing happened, and leans toward the bus door.
Thinking that on my first day in this world line, I was toyed with by a female student whose emotions I once manipulated, I feel an overwhelming urge to smash my head with a block of tofu.
Was this girl always this perverse? As long as she takes a liking to someone, her hand goes under their skirt—…
If I’d known, I wouldn’t have dressed so cutely. Isn’t this just deliberately tempting a pervert like her? Ugh…
“I-I’m not burning up!”
“Hm?”
Just as I try to retort, Sakurako Mochizuki smiles and shows me her hand, covered in honey.
“You even lured me to a secluded corner on purpose, didn’t you, little miss?”
Faced with the girl’s repeated humiliation, my face is completely flushed, and touching it, I feel it’s still heating up.
Ugh, why did this have to happen on the first morning?
Shouldn’t I be the one doing this to a beautiful girl?
At that moment, the bus announcement sounds: “Passengers, we’ve arrived at Fangying High School. Please disembark in an orderly manner.”
We’re here—run!
I don’t know where I found the strength, but I bolt outside, successfully putting distance between myself and Sakurako Mochizuki.
Looking back, I see she’s gotten off too, but she doesn’t chase me.
She just watches me from afar, and I finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Why could she do something like that on a bus?!
But thinking carefully, maybe I should’ve let her know I’m her teacher this semester.
That might’ve made her back off.
Well, it’s not a big deal. I’ve awakened the “doujin system,” and with my status as a teacher, I’ll have plenty of ways to make her pay later!
Just a measly student—I was planning to let you off without toying with your emotions this time, and you still dared to make a move on me?
How dare you!
Speaking of the doujin system, wasn’t something missing just now?
Stupid system, where’s the doujin plot you promised?!
As soon as I curse inwardly, the system’s voice echoes in my mind.
“Congratulations, host, for completing the task. Plot tags: train molester, teasing, and shame all achieved!”
“Huh?”
My brain struggles to process, blinking in confusion.
I didn’t make a move on anyone on the bus…
Could it be that during my dazed state, I did something?
But it was so brief—nothing could’ve happened, right?
And if something did happen, why didn’t I feel anything when I came to?
Wait!!!
I’ve become the one who was targeted!!!
Thinking it through, Sakurako Mochizuki fits the “train molester” tag, and she teased me both verbally and physically, making me feel ashamed…
Waaaahhhh!!!!
“Stupid system, what kind of plot did you set up?! Why am I the one being targeted?!”
Good thing this system isn’t physical, or I’d go full attack speed and berserk mode to wreck it!
“Uh, cough cough, please calm down, host! This system is a doujin system, which only guarantees doujin plots happen to the host. Whether the host is the one making a move or the one being targeted, the system cannot guarantee.”
“What? Why didn’t you say that earlier? I was so excited, only to end up as a lamb in a tiger’s den, ugh…”
“You didn’t ask, host.”
“You’d better have a good excuse!!”
Thinking about how long I’d been looking forward to this, only to not have a beautiful girl throw herself at me but instead get humiliated on a bus by a student whose emotions I once toyed with, my resentment fills to the brim.
No, don’t get angry, don’t get angry.
Anger is punishing yourself for someone else’s mistake, so I can’t get angry…
As a seasoned otaku, my mentality is pretty solid.
After some self-adjustment, my anger subsides…
Like hell it does!
The more I think, the angrier I get; the more I back off, the more I feel cheated!
I can’t take it!!!
“I’m gonna blow you up, you trash system!!!! With your pathetic setup, you dare call yourself a system? So irresponsible!”
“Cough cough, the system apologizes for the earlier incident and compensates the host with two charm points.”
“The doujin system is the best system in the world, and I’ll keep supporting it!”
Hearing about compensation, I instantly switch gears, responding to the system with a fawning tone.
Well, what’s done is done, and I can’t change it.
As the saying goes, life is like that—since we can’t resist, we must accept it.
Another saying goes, no one’s perfect, and since our doujin system-chan is so cute, we should forgive her.
What, me saying I’d blow up the system?
That was some water-spraying little loli talking, not me!
How could I ever badmouth our adorable system-chan?
But the system just said it can’t guarantee whether I’m the one making a move or being targeted, so does that mean I’ll have chances to make moves on beautiful girls in the future?
With such a delicate body, how can I become the one on top instead of the one pinned down?
Unable to figure it out, I reluctantly ask the system.
“Adorable system-chan, let me ask you—now that I’m like this, how can I become the one making a move on others?”
“Replying to host: although your body has become a loli, your heart is still male. You can use your masculine aura to overpower the other party, achieving a preemptive strike.”
“Hm~ that sounds reasonable.”
Thinking carefully, though my body is temporarily female, my heart is still a steadfast, iron-willed man.
What I value most is my manly aura and boldness.
If I can’t overpower them physically, can’t I intimidate them with my presence?
“And as a teacher, the host can fully use this status to threaten students into not resisting, smoothly completing the plot.”
“Exactly!”
Plus, before meeting me, most students are as pure as blank paper.
Too bad they met me—I love dyeing pure things in my own colors~
For now, they haven’t been influenced by me, so as long as I don’t go out of my way to corrupt them, even if I’m not as strong as they are, they probably won’t come after me.
Though I don’t know why Sakurako Mochizuki, who should be inexperienced, is so skilled, I believe she’s just an exception.
Well, looking at it this way, the days ahead should be pretty easy, right?
But speaking of which, something else came to mind.
“By the way, adorable system-chan, can you tell me what those two charm points you compensated me with do? Can they make it easier for me to be the one on the offensive?”
“Replying to host: charm doesn’t directly help the host become the offensive party.”
“Trash system, do you even see what kind of junk you compensated me with?!”
I knew it—this trash system, if it had a physical form, I’d punch it to oblivion.
“Although it doesn’t have a direct effect, it can help the host attract more beautiful girls, making them submit to you.”
“I knew it! How could my adorable system-chan ever give me something useless? I was too loud earlier!”
too easy