I, Who Acquired the Ability to Read Memories, Am Being Swallowed by Darkness - While I Should Be Protecting Beautiful Girls, I Am Being Drawn into Darkness Each Time I Use My Power, Yet for Some Reason, My Harem of Beautiful Girls Keeps Growing - Chapter 13: For the Sake of a Friend

Chapter 13: For the Sake of a Friend

“Sato-kun, I’ve decided…”

At lunchtime, in our usual study room, Sakurai-san spoke up.

“I’m going to Shirota-sensei’s house.”

“Eh!?”

My voice inadvertently rose.

“I’ve been invited a few times before. ‘I want to give you piano lessons,’ he said.”

“What…?”

Could it be that even Sakurai-san was a target of Shirota-sensei?

“I’ve been turning him down because of student council work, but this time I’m going to take the initiative and go.”

“That’s too dangerous!”

“But there’s no other way, is there? If we want to protect Shirogane-san…”

Sakurai-san’s eyes held a strong resolve.

As if to block out my words of caution.

“…At least, if there’s anything that belongs to his wife that I can touch.”

“Eh?”

“Something light, like accessories in the bedroom or living room… a few items, if possible.”

“Why?”

“I want to use my ability to learn more about the situation in the Shirota household.”

In reality, I also wanted to confirm the state of Shirota-sensei’s wife.

Perhaps there was something going on within the household…

“I understand.”

Sakurai-san answered briefly.

As if she didn’t care about my worries at all.

The sunlight streaming in through the window illuminated Sakurai-san’s determined profile.

I couldn’t stop this resolve.

I knew that.

It was her friendship with Shirogane that was driving Sakurai-san to take such action.

“Be careful…”

That was all I could say.

Sakurai-san nodded silently.

My heart tightened.

This dangerous plan…

But right now, nothing anyone said would reach Sakurai-san’s heart.

For Shirogane’s sake.

For the sake of the victims.

As I watched Sakurai-san’s back as she returned to the classroom, I could only wish for this plan to succeed, with a feeling akin to prayer.

“I went…”

A few days later, after school in the study room.

Sakurai-san’s voice lacked its usual crispness.

“Shirota-sensei’s house…”

Under the fluorescent lights, Sakurai-san’s face looked paler than usual.

I noticed her hands trembling slightly.

“This… it’s his wife’s…”

What she offered was a Chanel handbag and an Hermès notebook.

Both were items that told of the owner’s elegant lifestyle.

“During the piano lesson… I accidentally put my bag in the wrong place…”

Her words trailed off.

Clearly, something was amiss.

“I pretended to go to the toilet… and I also went into the bedroom…”

“Sakurai-san, that’s enough. It’s enough.”

I cautiously touched the handbag first.

At that moment—

Images flooded in.

In the study.

Sakurai-san standing in front of the desk, trying to operate Shirota-sensei’s computer.

Shirota-sensei approaching from behind.

“Sakurai-san, I can’t hear the piano. Is something wrong?”

Shirota-sensei’s voice whispered in Sakurai-san’s ear.

“Eh? No, no!”

Sakurai-san tried to speak words of refusal.

But Shirota-sensei’s hand slipped in, and he took her hand.

“Wouldn’t you like to see Shirogane-san’s data?”

His eyes gleamed.

It was a clear expression of dominance.

Sakurai-san stiffened her body for a moment, then slowly nodded.

“I understand…”

Shirota-sensei smirked and sat down in front of the computer.

Sakurai-san followed suit and sat next to him.

“Then, let’s begin.”

Shirota-sensei’s hand tapped the keyboard.

Encrypted files opened one after another.

On the screen, Shirogane-san’s innocent naked body was exposed.

“Hih…!”

Sakurai-san let out a small scream.

Shirota-sensei, without seeming to care, played the video.

The wild figure of Shirogane-san dominated Sakurai-san’s field of vision.

In the video, Shirogane-san was thrusting her hips, convulsing, and squirting as she reached her climax.

“She’s so wild.”

Shirogane-san’s moans echoed throughout the room.

“Her G-spot is sensitive and she keeps cumming when I thrust into it.”

Shirota-sensei said.

Sakurai-san’s expression tightened.

I calmly observed the situation in the video while saving the video on my smartphone.

“Shirota-sensei… please stop… please…”

Sakurai-san’s voice echoed in the room.

But Shirota-sensei didn’t stop.

He continued to play the videos of Shirogane-san’s lewd days one after another.

I’ll want to see you like this soon.

Shirota-sensei ran his hand over Sakurai-san’s thigh.

“No, stop it!”

Sakurai-san protested, shaking her knees.

“There’s no reason to let you go now that you know about the existence of this data.”

Shirota-sensei pushed Sakurai-san to the floor from the chair.

“Noooooo!! Stop it!”

Sakurai-san screamed in tears.

“No matter how much you scream, no one will come.”

Sakurai-san seemed to be resisting, but Shirota-sensei forced her legs apart.

“Hmm, it looks like the panties of the serious student council president are wet. Is that a coincidence?”

Sakurai-san shook her head in fear.

“It smells so lewd!”

Shirota-sensei brought his nose close to Sakurai-san’s crotch.

“Did you get excited watching your friend’s lewd video?”

“Stop itttt!”

Shirota-sensei slapped Sakurai-san.

“Bashin!”

Shirota-sensei slowly removed Sakurai-san’s blue striped panties.

The love juice between her pussy and panties dripped out, making a squelching sound.

“Wow, it’s really wet! The pussy of the student council president, who refused my lessons so stubbornly, is soaking wet!”

Shirota-sensei kneaded Sakurai-san’s clitoris with his fingers.

“Noooooo!”

“Let me open it up and take a good look.”

“Kuchaa”

Shirota-sensei opened up her pussy.

The pink flesh wall was exposed, and from the small hole in the center, a drooling white liquid was overflowing.

“What the hell! The clitoris of Misaki Sakurai, the school’s Madonna, whom all the boys of every grade stare at and yearn for, is so lewd!”

“What a beautiful big clitoris!”

Shirota-sensei said so, and put Sakurai-san’s clitoris in his mouth.

“Lero Lero Lero”

Shirota-sensei’s tongue licked Sakurai-san’s clitoris.

“Ahhh! N’ho! I’m going to cum!”

In a few seconds, Sakurai-san reached her climax.

Shirota-sensei confirmed it, then took out his own thing.

“Now it’s your turn to feel good.”

Shirota-sensei said so, and went into Sakurai-san.

“Ahhh! No! Stop it!”

Sakurai-san’s screams echoed throughout the room.

But Shirota-sensei didn’t stop, and continued to thrust repeatedly.

“Do you feel good, Misaki?”

Shirota-sensei said while massaging Sakurai-san’s breasts.

“No! It’s disgusting! Stop it!”

Sakurai-san’s vision was distorted by tears.

But Shirota-sensei showed no mercy.

“I wanted to see you go wild like this, Misaki.”

Shirota-sensei began to piston more violently.

“Ahh! N’ah! Nn! I’ah!”

Sakurai-san’s expression twisted in pleasure.

“You feel good. Your insides are writhing.”

Shirota-sensei said so, and covered Sakurai-san’s mouth.

“N’mu!”

While kissing, he screwed his penis deeper.

“Nn! Nnn!”

Sakurai-san’s breathing became rough, and her body shook.

“Go ahead and cum.”

Shirota-sensei whispered in Sakurai-san’s ear, and gave her one last thrust.

“Ahhh! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”

Sakurai-san screamed, and her body jumped up.

Love juice was squirting out of her convulsions with Shirota-sensei.

“Hmm… Misaki is really a wonderful woman.”

Shirota-sensei said, panting, with a satisfied expression.

“Hiss…”

Sakurai-san looked up at Shirota-sensei with a frightened expression.

“Now you can’t resist me either.”

Shirota-sensei said so, and pulled his thing out of Sakurai-san’s pussy.

“Ahh…”

Sakurai-san looked at Shirota-sensei’s thing that had come out of her, as if she was reluctant to let it go.

“It’s not over yet.”

Shirota-sensei took out his penis again.

This time, it was more erect than before.

“No! Stop it!”

Sakurai-san cried out in tears.

But Shirota-sensei didn’t listen, and invaded Sakurai-san again.

I involuntarily let go of it.

Nausea rose.

“Sakurai-san… you’ve come this far for your friend…”

“Don’t say anything… please. Nothing…”

Sakurai-san’s voice trembled. I tried to suppress my anger.

“I’m sorry… I promise I’ll delete the data.”

I touched the notebook again.

Deeper into the past—

In the memory that the notebook showed, the reality of the Shirota-sensei household came to light.

On the surface, it was an ideal family.

A teacher couple that was well-known in the PTA.

A father who was enthusiastic about music education.

A beautiful mother who ran a piano class.

Their two daughters went on to music college.

But—

After the eldest and youngest daughters left home, the couple’s conversations became perfunctory.

“Junichi-san, are you going to be late again tonight?”

“Yeah, I have to coach the club activities…”

“Again with the female students?”

“…It’s none of your business.”

Cold words were exchanged at the dinner table.

Eyes that doubted each other.

And a resigned silence.

The memory went further back.

One autumn afternoon.

Just after the marching band practice ended.

Kazuya Okada, a 3rd-year tuba player.

A giant, 190 cm tall and weighing 95 kg.

He was a noticeable presence even in club activities.

“Shirota-sensei, I have a question about the performance…”

“Oh, I’m sorry. My husband is out at a staff meeting today, even though it’s his day off.”

“Mrs. Shirota-sensei… I’m sorry…”

“Kazuya-kun, would you like some tea? Why don’t you touch the piano and have some fun?”

Misae Shirota-sensei. 30 years old.

A beauty that could be mistaken for someone in their 20s.

A skin as white as porcelain.

Shiny black hair.

Her supple fingers stroked the piano.

“Shirota-sensei, about this part of the fingering…”

“Kazuya-kun, like this…”

Misae, from behind, touched the student’s hand.

Okada blushed.

Eventually, the two of them—

Misa, with her hair flying, was riding on top of the giant Okada.

Misa fainted from Okada’s limitless stamina.

Misa, with a seductive face, repeatedly tempted Okada.

“You don’t have to watch it.”

I took my hand off the notebook.

The memory that followed was too much to bear.

“Sakurai-san, I’m going to talk to Shirota-sensei’s wife.”

“Eh? Why…?”

“No, it’s okay. I’ll solve everything.”

Misae Shirota-sensei.

A former student, now the owner of the piano class “Melodia.”

There were rumors that the classroom, which had been remodeled on the first floor of her home, had an unusually large number of middle-aged male students.

The memory in the notebook once again led me deeper.

Melodia Piano Class.

Lesson scene at twilight.

“Misae-sensei, this part is difficult for me…”

A 42-year-old businessman.

Dressed in a high-end suit, with a gold ring, the mark of a married man, shining on his finger.

“Then, let me put my hand behind you…”

Misa’s sweet voice echoed.

The scent of perfume wafted.

The student’s breathing became disordered.

The soundproofing of the lesson room was perfect.

No one could hear…

The next memory.

“Junichi-san, my piano class income is supporting our household.”

“…”

“Your salary can’t even pay the mortgage on this house, can it?”

Misae’s suggestive smile.

Shirota-sensei’s bitter expression.

The memory continued.

Night class.

“Misae-sensei, I…”

Kazuya Okada knelt down.

“I’ll talk to Junichi-san for you. About your recommendation for the entrance exam…”

Misae’s queen-like smile.

Was the couple’s common tendency to dominate others a shared trait?

Overlapping fragments of memory.

Desires reverberating in a distorted mirror.

Teacher and student.

Master and disciple.

A chain of distorted dominance.

“Sato-kun?”

I was brought back to reality by Sakurai-san’s voice.

I decided to keep this fact hidden.

To avenge the harm done to Sakurai-san,

The contents of Shirota-sensei’s computer were more important than his wife’s secrets.

“Sorry, I was just thinking about something.”

“…Are you really okay?”

“Yeah. I’ll definitely protect Shirogane-san too…”

As if to cut off my words, the voices of students returning from club activities could be heard from the hallway.

Lively voices.

Innocent laughter.

Those voices seemed strangely distant to me.

We had already fallen into an irredeemable adult darkness.

“Sakurai-san, let’s go home.”

“Yeah…”

I turned off the fluorescent lights in the study room.

The memories I had seen that day would never be spoken to anyone, along with this darkness.

Perhaps that was what it meant to become an adult.