Chapter 4: Fate

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Translator: Soafp

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The next day, I headed to the third-year classroom and called the photography club president to the landing.

She was a girl with a black ponytail that suited her perfectly, giving off a somewhat cold impression.

The president looked at the unexpected visitor, eyes wide in surprise.

“You're… Yuzuki's boyfriend, right?”

“Yes. I'm Ren Fukagawa.”

“So… what do you want from me?”

I had to prevent that “nightmare” at all costs.

For that, I was ready to throw away all pride and dignity.

—So I didn't hesitate and bowed deeply in apology.

“Please, president. Cancel the summer trip for the club.”

“Eh… Fu-Fukagawa-kun? Stop it, seriously…”

“If you can't cancel the whole trip, at least let Yuzuki not participate. I'll pay any costs…”

“First, stand up. Can you at least tell me why?”

There was a reason I started with a bow.

I wanted to create an atmosphere where the president would take me seriously.

If I spoke normally, she wouldn't understand how desperate I was.

“Um… it may sound strange, but I'm worried. Even if they're not alone, I can't bear the thought of Nagasawa-senpai and Yuzuki going on a trip together…”

“Ah—so that's it. I understand. I'd think the same way.”

She seemed surprisingly reasonable.

I clung to a sliver of hope.

“Canceling the entire trip is difficult… but we can shorten it. Two nights to one. And we'll separate the boys' and girls' rooms. Completely.”

“How about this? Boys and girls go on separate trips.”

“Hm… that's not bad, but the cost…”

“If it's the money, I'll cover everything. I have enough savings.”

“Really? Then fine. Alright, we'll proceed that way.”

“Thank you.”

This seemed like a compromise.

Honestly, I had prepared myself to be outright refused.

“I have one more request.”

“I know. You want me to help so Nagasawa doesn't touch Yuzuki, right?”

She was perceptive.

“Yes. I'll do anything to show my thanks, so please…”

“You don't need to thank me. Yuzuki is a cute junior to me, too. She's serious about photography and actually talented. Someday, I might even hand over the club president position to her.”

Yuzuki was more highly regarded in the club than I had imagined.

I knew she was skilled with the camera, but she had clearly built up achievements as well.

“It's our duty as seniors to make sure Yuzuki doesn't get her talent wasted worrying about men's troubles.”

“President… thank you for everything!”

It was more effective than I could have imagined.

That night, I fell asleep feeling relieved.

But—nightmares returned.

The scenario was the same as yesterday.

Graduation day, the photography clubroom.

Nagasawa-senpai, holding a Leica, showed me multiple photos.

“So, you even bowed to the president, huh? Hilarious. She didn't know I had been borrowing your girl all along, right? And it's thanks to her that I got suspended.”

The camera's LCD now displayed even more diverse photos than yesterday.

Yuzuki and the president under the desk together, serving Nagasawa-senpai, naked on the bed intertwined, the president fondling Yuzuki's chest to heighten pleasure.

Also photos of each of them burying their faces into Nagasawa's crotch, and Yuzuki and the president tasting him from mouth to mouth while kissing.

“They both spread themselves willingly, asking me to go inside first—it was insane.”

Other than the new photos, the dream followed the same pattern as before.

I felt both frustration and arousal.

I had to change my underwear again when I woke up.

(No wonder she seemed way too cooperative.)

Probably the president wanted Nagasawa-senpai for herself and offered to help just to check Yuzuki.

But Nagasawa-senpai had effortlessly surpassed that, reaching a level where all three could enjoy themselves.

I gritted my teeth, held back my tears, and thought of the next move.

(This time, I need to make allies among the boys.)

I went to the second-year classroom and called one male member to the landing.

I had chosen him because he also had a girlfriend in the photography club.

I told him everything—about Nagasawa-senpai and even the president.

“No wonder their atmosphere felt strange… Do you have any other proof?”

“By chance, is there a Leica camera in the clubroom?”

“Yeah, we have one.”

“And Nagasawa-senpai has a hobby of taking photos of his girls.”

The second-year boy's eyes widened.

“So that's why the president got so mad when I touched that Leica!”

“Senpai, let's cooperate to escape Nagasawa-senpai's grasp. Otherwise, both of us will suffer.”

“Yeah, you're right. I'll do whatever I can.”

From then on, I met with him almost every day to plan strategies.

Our top priority: keep Nagasawa-senpai away from the photography club.

If possible, prevent him from even coming to the school.

But just a week later, I had another nightmare.

“Why are the first- and second-year girls suddenly avoiding me? Oh, so you were behind it. Clever. Well, still easy for me.”

Once again, graduation day in the photography clubroom.

Nagasawa-senpai showed photos, now not just of Yuzuki and the president, but also a second-year female member—three of them serving him.

He thrust toward the second-year girl while fondling the president's chest, passionately French-kissing Yuzuki.

The second-year girl was the boyfriend of the male member who had helped me.

And this time, there was a video.

——Ah, ah! N-No, not a video! I don't want it!

——Then I won't come inside you.

——N-No! Fine, record it if you want, just… so much inside…!

——You gotta say those lines too, right?

——Y-Yes, Senpai feels better than Ren! Keep violating me forever!! Ahhh——!!

I slumped again on the photography clubroom floor, waking up once more.

Changing underwear had become routine.

At the same time, I realized something from the video Nagasawa-senpai had shown.

(He trained them to turn even resistance into pleasure, to desire him.)

In the video, Yuzuki clearly shouted, “N-No, not the video! I don't want it!”

But by that point, she had been trained to crave him, eventually accepting the video.

In other words, before being trained—

(He forced himself on her.)

Yuzuki wasn't that strong.

Even I, a man, couldn't lift Nagasawa-senpai, so she stood no chance resisting him barehanded.

Over a few days, I tracked down tools for self-defense usable by girls.

That morning, I gave them to Yuzuki.

“What's this… a stun gun…?”

“Yes, for self-defense. If someone tries to assault you, don't hesitate to use it.”

“Ah, thanks.”

She seemed unsure, but now Nagasawa-senpai couldn't assault her by force.

I also carefully explained how to use it.

Yet that night, the nightmare returned.

Graduation day, photography clubroom.

Exactly the same events.

“…Did Yuzuki use the stun gun?”

“Stun gun? What are you talking about?”

“Didn't she resist with it when you assaulted her!?”

At my shout, Nagasawa-senpai snorted in disbelief.

“You seriously thought I'd commit r**e? If I did that, I wouldn't be here. All of this is consensual.”

“Ugh…”

“There was someone like you before. Tried to report me to the police, but they found no evidence of rape. I even sued them for false accusation later.”

I immediately wrote down his words in my notebook upon waking.

Summarizing his methods, the fact remained: Yuzuki willingly had sex with him.

(That can't be…)

There had to be some leverage or trick.

He had skillfully avoided police detection.

Convinced, I poured money into hiring multiple private detectives to catch him in the act.

Two weeks later, they all said the same:

“In our interim report, there's no evidence suggesting the target was coerced. Her sexual activity appears consensual. Frankly, further investigation is a waste of time and money.”

I couldn't even respond and dropped my phone.

A future where Yuzuki willingly gave herself to Nagasawa-senpai from the start—tears streamed down my face.

Still, I got up and executed the next plan.

Through Takagi, I spread rumors about Yuzuki's sexual activity based on detective findings.

I visited others who had been victims like me and sought cooperation.

I even tried joining the photography club myself.

But—

“Ren, I'm pregnant.”

This nightmare wasn't in the photography clubroom.

It was in my room.

Yuzuki held a pregnancy test.

Two clear lines appeared.

“It's your child. I know it might be early, but I want to have this child. Ren, let's get married and be happy—”

“Don't joke with me.”

“…Eh?”

I glared at Yuzuki.

“That child… it's Nagasawa-senpai's, isn't it? You always used a condom with me.”

“N-No! Condoms can fail, they said…”

“Do you think I wouldn't know? You've been unprotected with Nagasawa-senpai every day. And you left evidence, didn't you? That Leica in the clubroom.”

“H-How… did you know…!”

Yuzuki gasped, covering her mouth with both hands.

I clenched my fists tightly and shouted.

“How can you do this!? Did I do anything wrong!?”

“I-I'm sorry!”

“If it's his child, go to him and take responsibility! Why come to me and spout nonsense!? Huh!?”

Yuzuki sobbed, trembling as she muttered:

“B-Because… Senpai said, if I don't do this, he won't… with me anymore…”

The moment I heard that, something snapped inside me.

Ah, I understood.

(This is ‘fate'.)

No matter how much I struggle, it's absolute despair I cannot escape.