Academy SP 〜An Ex-Mercenary Reincarnated as a Mob in a Gal Game. I Ditched My Bodyguard Job to Enjoy High School Life, but When the Ultra-Rich Heroines Were About to Get Killed, I Stepped In… and Somehow Built a Harem Powerful Enough to Control Japan〜 - Chapter 82, 83 & 84

Chapter 82

Side: Wakita

“Hehehe…! Hehehehe! Hehehehe! Hihyaaa!!”

Seeing the blood pouring from Imamura-san, Kojima laughed like he had completely lost his mind.

“Hehehe…! Cutting off someone’s fingers—yubitsume—really is fun! Hehehe!”

“Kojima, looks like you haven’t lost your touch. Cutting off the fingers of someone who’s resisting isn’t something you can do without serious skill. You aimed perfectly at the broken spots and sliced through the flesh cleanly. Maybe you could’ve been a doctor or something?”

“Hehehe…! If you’re fine with a quack doctor, I’ll take the job, boss!”

““GAHAHAHAHAHAHA!””

…What the hell is wrong with these guys?

Just watching this was enough to make me feel sick.

And yet, they were enjoying it—like this was just some kind of club activity.

What do I do…?

My head was still spinning from that headbutt Ishiyama gave me.

But more than that—

The fear had completely frozen my legs.

“Hehehe…! So what about this Glasses guy? He said he’s part of the ‘Academy SP,’ right? Should I finish him off too?”

Kojima turned his gaze toward me.

(I-I’m going to get killed… At this rate, I’m…!)

But—

Urabe didn’t seem too interested in that idea.

“Nah, playtime’s over. Those punks are still causing trouble nearby, and the police will show up soon. …Well, they’ll probably be busy dealing with that mess, so we’ve got more than enough time to get away.”

—Damn it. So this was all planned from the start.

“Let’s hurry up and grab the young lady already.”

And just like that—

All of them turned their eyes toward Ayaka-san at once.

“Kuh…!”

Her body trembled with fear.

But even so, she took a stance—a proper martial arts stance, showing her will to fight.

But… that was reckless.

“A-Ayaka-san… run… Just run as fast as you can right now…”

“You…”

Even while barely standing, I forced those words out.

It was pathetic, but… this was all I could do.

“Haha… not bad, kid. But you’re telling her to run? When she’s surrounded by a bunch of very bad men like us?”

Urabe said that and signaled his men to close in.

…Yeah, it’s reckless.

But then—what else can we do…?

“—I have a request.”

Ayaka-san spoke.

“I’ll go with you. So in exchange… guarantee the lives of everyone here.”

““What!?””

Both I—and even Imamura-san, who was still conscious—stared at her in shock.

“M-My lady! Please don’t do this! If you go with them, there’s no telling what they’ll do to you!”

“Oy, Kojima. Shut him up.”

“Hehehe…”

The moment Imamura-san shouted, Kojima swung his dagger down again—and stabbed it into the back of the hand that had already lost its fingers.

Imamura-san screamed again.

Hearing that, Ayaka-san’s face twisted like she was about to cry.

Damn it…

With all this chaos, not a single person was coming.

We’d been led into the worst possible place.

“S-Stop! Don’t hurt Imamura any more than this!”

Then—

As if she couldn’t take it anymore—

She ran toward Urabe.

She actually ran toward him.

And in the next instant—

Urabe drove his fist straight into her stomach.

“Khah—…!”

Her body went limp instantly, like a puppet with its strings cut.

She lost consciousness—and collapsed straight into Urabe’s arms.

“Alright, plan complete. Now hurry up and get her into the car.”

He tossed Ayaka-san toward his men like she was nothing more than an object.

They caught her—and started dragging her unconscious body into the car.

(This is bad. This is really bad…! They’re taking Ayaka-san…! If we lose her now, there’s no telling what they’ll do to her…! Worst case… she could be tortured… and killed…! These guys are the kind of people who would actually do that!)

My vision slowed down.

Ayaka-san’s limp body, her eyes closed, being dragged into the car by those filthy hands—played out in slow motion.

That’s how focused I was.

Thinking.

What could I do?

What could someone as weak as me do?

Right now—

What was the best way to protect her?

Come on… think of something… anything…!!

(Ah…!)

In that instant—

An idea struck me.

Whether it would work or not was a gamble—

But this was my only option!

“UOOOOOO!!”

I slammed my hands against the ground, pushed off with my legs, and sprang up.

Then I ran.

As fast as I could—straight toward the car they were dragging Ayaka-san into.

(Please… let this work…!)

I reached into my pocket.

And threw it—

The darkness helped.

And the fact that they were focused on getting Ayaka into the car—

That helped too.

—It worked.

Thunk.

Right after that—my stomach burned.

A searing heat spread from my abdomen through my entire body.

“Hehe… see ya, kid.”

Kojima stood right in front of me.

His dagger was stained red again.

I looked down at my stomach.

“Ah… aah…”

The dagger—was buried in my abdomen.

Kojima pulled it out without hesitation—and in the next moment, blood poured out from the wound.

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Side: Yuuji

“Haah…! Haah…! Haaah…!”

I ran.

Down a dark road with barely anyone around.

Judging by the direction, Ayaka and the others should have gone this way.

Faster. Faster. Faster.

I had to find them—

As soon as possible.

Damn it… why do my instincts keep screaming like this?

It felt like—something irreversible had already happened.

No… that can’t be right.

There’s no way—

“!?”

Right then—

I saw it.

Up ahead in the darkness, two cars suddenly sped off.

One more car was still left behind.

And under the dim streetlights—four men were lying on the ground.

Among them—one man clutching his stomach—

“Wa… Wa… Wa…”

Blood was spilling from his abdomen, pooling onto the ground.

I—

Shouted.

“WAKITAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA――――――!!!”

Chapter 83

Side: Isoyama

“…You’ve got to be kidding me… what is this…?”

With one arm injured, I couldn’t run properly.

Still, I forced myself to keep up with Takahashi.

But what spread out before us—was a scene far too brutal.

(This is… awful…)

Three guards from the Kirishima Conglomerate were lying on the ground, covered in blood.

One of them had been beaten so badly his face was completely crushed.

Another had lost nearly all of his teeth.

And the worst of all—was their leader, Imamura-san.

Two fingers on his right hand were gone, and blood was still pouring out endlessly.

And yet—

The fact that he was still conscious was incredible.

Driven by sheer duty, he struggled to lift his body and reached out into the darkness, muttering—

“Lady… my lady…”

But—

Ayaka-sama was nowhere to be seen.

Given the situation, it was obvious.

She had already been kidnapped by the Tosa Family.

That alone was a critical situation.

But—

There was something even more shocking.

“WAKITAAA…!!”

I shouted.

Yeah—

Our teammate, one of the Academy SP—

Wakita was lying there, bleeding from his stomach.

From the looks of it, he had been stabbed in the abdomen with something like a knife.

Back when Hirota went berserk, I had seen our teammates get beaten badly.

I had also seen Takahashi push Hirota to the brink.

So I thought I was somewhat used to seeing blood—

But…

This was different.

Completely different.

This was—

Life or death.

Someone close to me… a classmate… might actually die.

That reality hit me so hard my mind went completely blank.

I didn’t know what to do.

But—

“Isoyama. Towel.”

Takahashi said it calmly.

For a moment, I just froze.

Then I realized—he was going to stop the bleeding.

I quickly pulled out a towel from my pouch.

While I was doing that, Takahashi tore Wakita’s clothes open with his hands.

Wakita had a pained expression—

But he was still breathing.

“Don’t worry, Wakita. The wound isn’t deep. You’ll make it.”

“Yu… Yu… Yu…ji…”

Takahashi placed my towel over Wakita’s eyes.

Inside Wakita’s torn clothes—

I could see a stab-resistant vest.

Yeah.

When we started this training camp, our homeroom teacher, Itabashi, made it mandatory for us to wear those vests whenever we went out.

“Just in case,” he said.

We were also carrying waist pouches with basic first-aid kits inside.

All of it was preparation for emergencies.

But even though we had learned how to use them in the SP course—

When it actually came to doing it for real, my head just went blank.

Meanwhile, Takahashi moved without hesitation.

He pulled out some duct tape and, with practiced hands, pressed his own towel against the wound to stop the bleeding—then secured it tightly in place.

“It’s fine. The bleeding’s already slowing down. I’ve called an ambulance nearby, so don’t worry.”

“I-I see… haha… I can… talk better than I thought…”

“Hmph. Your adrenaline’s probably through the roof. Just rest for now. I’m already tired of hearing you talk.”

“Haha… that’s… harsh…”

Watching the two of them talk like usual, I was left speechless.

Our friend Wakita had just been stabbed and was lying there covered in blood—

And yet, Takahashi remained completely calm.

I had always felt there was something different about him.

But this time, it was even more obvious.

It was like—

He had been through situations like this many times before.

Otherwise, there was no way he could handle things this perfectly.

Still…

Seeing that Wakita was in better shape than I expected made me feel relieved.

But honestly—

If it weren’t for the stab-resistant vest, this could’ve ended very badly.

No… maybe what we should really be afraid of is the skill of the Tosa Family—that they managed to stab through even with that vest on.

(So Wakita… fought against guys like that…)

…That’s incredible.

As a fellow guy, I couldn’t help but respect his courage.

But at the same time—

It frustrated me.

In the end, Ayaka-sama was taken.

This might not even be something the Academy SP should pursue anymore.

At this point, we might have no choice but to leave it to the police.

It’s frustrating… but—

“Otani, Saeki! Treat the other guards! Especially Imamura-san—he’s losing too much blood! Focus on stopping it!”

Takahashi gave sharp orders to the two nearby.

…Yeah, I should help too.

Right now—

Saving lives comes first.

“Yu… Yu…ji…”

But then—

Wakita suddenly grabbed Takahashi’s arm tightly.

He pulled off the towel covering his eyes and looked straight at him.

There was a strong will in his gaze—like he was trying to say something important.

“What is it, Wakita?”

“A… Ayaka-san’s… location… I can… find it…”

The moment he heard that, Takahashi’s eyes widened.

“What do you mean?”

“I… I threw it… when they were taking her… I tossed in… my… my second phone…”

“What?”

“S-So… if you track… its location… you’ll know… where Ayaka-san is…!”

As he said that, Wakita pulled out his own phone and gave the passcode.

Takahashi immediately checked the screen.

And there it was—clearly displayed.

The location of the other phone, moving at incredible speed.

They were probably still in the car.

“Haha… looks like it… worked somehow… though… I did get stabbed for it… so not exactly worth it…”

“Wakita…”

…Damn.

I really need to rethink how I see this guy.

I never imagined he had this much guts.

Back in the SP tournament, I beat him easily… but it looks like he had something far beyond just fighting ability.

Honestly, I almost feel like apologizing for that now.

“Sorry… I think I’m getting a bit lightheaded… I’ll rest for a bit…”

With a faint smile, Wakita closed his eyes.

For a second, my heart skipped—but he was still breathing.

Takahashi lightly patted his head.

“Good job.”

I quickly spoke up.

“A-Alright. Takahashi—let’s pass this to the police! With this, they can rescue Ayaka-sama right away—”

“—That won’t make it in time.”

Takahashi cut me off immediately.

“Right now, the police are tied up dealing with the delinquents. And they move in teams, so it’ll take time to organize. —This is a race against time. If we want to save Ayaka, we need to move now.”

As he said that, he slipped Wakita’s phone into his pocket.

“Isoyama, you guys stay here.”

…Wait.

No way.

A bad feeling crept up my spine.

Takahashi reached for the driver’s seat of the other car that had been left behind—

Imamura-san’s car.

“Hey! Don’t tell me—you’re going to storm the Tosa Family alone!?”

I thought—

Yeah, this guy would actually do it.

But even for him, taking on that insane group alone—

That’s suicide.

“Wait! Takahashi!”

“That’s insane!”

The others rushed in too, trying to stop him—even if they had to hold him down.

We had to stop him.

No matter what.

All of us in the Academy SP—

“――――――――!!”

But—

We froze.

Not just me.

All of us.

The moment we saw Takahashi’s face from the side—

(I… I can’t breathe…)

The thing standing in front of me—was it even human?

That’s how it felt.

Takahashi’s expression—was filled with madness.

Veins bulged across his face, and the depths of his eyes had turned pitch black.

He was silent—and yet, it felt like a dark, molten aura was pouring out from his entire body.

Compared to this—those punks earlier looked harmless.

Fear.

No—

Terror.

In the end, we couldn’t do anything.

We were overwhelmed by that terror and could only stand there—watching as Takahashi got into the car.

After that, he started the engine with practiced ease and drove off.

…He’s only fifteen.

And yet, he can even drive a car like that.

Just what kind of person is he… really?

Chapter 84

Side: Ayaka

—“Become someone who can support a man, Ayaka.”

When I was little, my mother used to tell me that.

—“Your father is a great man. And your older brother will inherit everything from him. As a woman, as his younger sister, you must live in a way that brings no shame.”

My mother—was someone who believed in quietly supporting her family as a wife and a mother.

She took pride in that way of life.

It was her conviction.

I didn’t intend to deny that kind of life.

What I couldn’t accept was her trying to force those values onto me.

I found that kind of life unbearable.

Being held back just because I’m a woman.

Being restricted, looked down on, judged—forced to live under those expectations.

I would never become like my mother.

It wasn’t that I wanted to live like a man.

I just—wanted to live as myself.

“—Ugh…”

That was when my consciousness returned.

It was hard to breathe.

Every breath felt heavy.

My body ached.

My blurry vision slowly began to clear.

(Huh…? Did I… pass out…?)

For a moment, I couldn’t understand what had happened.

I was inside some kind of building.

A large one.

It looked like a party room—there was even a kitchen area and sofas.

In the center stood a large marble table.

The windows were completely covered by curtains—so no one could see inside from the outside.

I slowly moved my gaze around.

And then—

I heard voices.

“Still… that went pretty smoothly.”

“Yeah. Didn’t even need to pull out the guns. We all had them, but if we’d started firing, it would’ve just caused trouble.”

(What… is this…?)

But then—

“!?”

I remembered.

Those men—

The ones looking down at me with those disgusting grins.

(That’s right…! I was kidnapped by the Tosa Family—!)

I immediately tried to get up—

But they pinned me down.

“Whoa there. Don’t move.”

“Tch!”

Looking closer, there was a futon carelessly spread out on the floor.

“Let go! Let go of me!!”

“What the hell, this bitch’s pretty strong!”

I struggled with everything I had.

I was fairly well-built for a woman—but these men were bigger, and there were two of them holding me down.

There was no way I could break free.

And on top of that, I had just been knocked out by Urabe—

My body wasn’t responding properly yet.

“D-Damn it! Why did you kidnap me!?”

“Hah? Obviously to get revenge on the Kirishima Conglomerate.”

Urabe answered lazily.

“You people used the Satsuroukai for years, then tossed us aside like we were nothing. You really think we’d just let that slide?”

—Damn them.

So it really was about that.

I still couldn’t understand it.

“Even if you do something like this, it won’t change your situation at all! This is meaningless—!”

“Meaningless… hah.”

At that moment, Urabe smirked.

And then—

SMACK!

A sharp pain exploded across my cheek.

He had slapped me with full force.

The taste of iron spread inside my mouth.

“We had our pride trampled on. And you call that meaningless? Don’t screw with me, you brat.”

“…!”

My heart pounded violently.

Just one slap—

And it felt like my mind was being swallowed by Urabe’s madness.

I understood it clearly.

This man was not someone you could reason with.

“Hehehe… boss, you’re pretty rough. Smacking a girl in the face right off the bat?”

The man with sunken eyes—

Kojima.

He looked me up and down, as if licking over my body with his gaze.

“That girl’s way better than the ones I’ve had before. Don’t go damaging such a cute face.”

Wakou also stared at me, grinning.

“Eh, it’s fine. I actually enjoy beating a girl and making her bleed before I go at it. Gets my sense of control going—Can’t get enough of it.”

A chill ran down my spine at their filthy expressions.

Don’t tell me—

These guys…!

And then—

I noticed one of the men setting up a tripod camera right in front of me.

“Alright then… time for some fun, fun revenge.”

The words Urabe spat out—

To me, they sounded no different from a death sentence.

Don’t screw with me.

Don’t screw with me.

Don’t screw with me…!

Something this twisted—!

“W-Woman… a woman…!”

One of the men drooled as he rushed forward, trying to grab me first.

But—

THUD!

A dull sound echoed.

“Hey. Who said you could touch her?”

It was that man—Ishiyama.

The one with the brutal headbutts.

The thug he hit immediately started bleeding from the nose.

“S-Sorry, boss. This guy’s high right now. Looks like he’s about to lose it if he doesn’t get a woman soon.”

At Ishiyama’s words, Urabe let out a low chuckle.

“Hm… I see. That could work too.”

Then Urabe gave Wakou some kind of order.

Wakou grinned, walked over to the kitchen, opened a drawer, grabbed something—and came back.

The moment I saw what he was holding—a chill ran down my spine.

It was a syringe.

And it was already filled with some kind of liquid.

Looking down at me, Urabe spoke.

“Can’t wait to see the look on the Kirishima Conglomerate’s faces when they watch a video of their precious, carefully raised daughter—drugged and violated. Kahahahahaha…!”