Stealing Spree

Chapter 2371: Never learning his lesson

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I spent another ten minutes accompanying Minori and Yuika-senpai. We conversed about their plan for the Cultural Festival and the special swimming class that Orimura-sensei would be holding for Yuika-senpai.

As I expected, Minori-senpai would also be there, saying she had nothing to do anyway so why not accompany us?

"Alright, see you tomorrow, senpai. I have to go to my club. I'm running late again." I chuckled as I gave them both a pat on the head before walking out the door. Minori-senpai didn't like it that much while Yuika-senpai giggled at it.

Well, none of the two asked for a kiss this time but I could sense how they were looking out for an opportunity to do so. It's even more obvious with Minori-senpai considering she expressed back then that it's about her needs as a woman rather than exchanging intimacy with me.

Maybe one of these days, she'd ask for more than a kiss.

Once outside, I did a final look at the neighboring club for Aya and Mio before taking a deep breath and walking away.

The hallway was mostly empty as always as the sound of distant chatter and laughter hinted at the other club activities taking place. I put on my Disciplinary Officer armband just in case I saw someone troublesome and continued upstairs.

As I climbed up the steps, my head was already spinning with any possible excuses I could use to abate Rumi's annoyance with my tardiness. But as I turned the corner, I saw her standing outside the clubroom, confronting someone.

My eyes instantly narrowed as I focused on the pompous idiot at the front. He's really not learning his lesson, is he?

"What's the problem here?" I called out, my voice echoing in the hallway. Rumi looked up, a hint of relief flashing in her eyes as she stepped aside to reveal the troublemaker, Ichihara Jun. "Ruki, you're finally here." She sighed in relief with her voice a mix of exasperation and resignation. "He's looking for you. This guy here seems to think he can just barge into any club he pleases and cause a scene. I'm disappointed, Ichihara-san. It seems all the rumors about you are true."

"Whose fault do you think it is? It's his. Who told him to touch someone else's fiancee, huh?" Ichihara retorted with renewed smugness as though all his experiences from before had been forgotten.

His voice was quite grating on my nerves as my pettiness on him gradually resurfaced.

"Dude, we're not going to do this again, are we?" I stepped closer to him with a calm smile on my face.

Just like before, the guy flinched a bit upon seeing me but as if the goons behind him were his source of courage, he straightened his back and put on a brave front. "I've had enough of this, Onoda. You're just a nobody who thinks he can get away with anything because you're the student council president. But let me tell you, I've had enough of you messing with me!"

"Oh? Don't you have a new script?" I couldn't resist poking fun at his predictability, a smirk playing on my lips as Rumi rolled her eyes.

"Shut up! You think you're so smart, don't you?" Ichihara's voice grew louder, his fists clenching at his sides as his entourage of lackeys nodded in agreement. "You think just because you're the Disciplinary Officer, you can take whatever you want?"

"Oh. I'm not smart. I'm just... resourceful," I replied casually, keeping a smirk on my face. "I noticed your lack of creativity hasn't changed. And for the record, I don't take what isn't mine. Marika is someone I adore, unlike you who set her aside, for what? Because of your childish ego to flirt with other girls?"

Ichihara Jun's cheeks flushed a darker shade of red as his lackeys shifted uncomfortably. The mention of Marika obviously hit a nerve and it's not a secret anymore that the girl stopped chasing after him and instead found her home next to me.

"What's your problem with me, anyway?" I folded my arms across my chest, the smile never leaving my face as I studied him with a mockingly bored gaze. "You've already done everything, even asking your Guardian to deal with me. And what did that get you? Nothing." "Say, senpai. Don't you think I'm actually doing you a service? Look at the bright side, you're now free to flirt with anyone you want." I shrugged, keeping the mocking smirk plastered on my face.

"Y-you! I've had enough of your mouth!" Ichihara Jun's fist flew at me, driven by a mix of embarrassment and rage. I caught it easily, my grip tightening around his wrist.

"Really, you never learn. How many times will you throw your fist and not hit me at all? Also, have you forgotten about this?" I gestured to the armband on my left arm, the words 'Disciplinary Officer' emblazoned on it. "So, I'll be citing you for school violence. Do you want to add more? Let's see... Trespassing, disrupting club activities, and assaulting a club member. That's a full set of demerits for you, senpai."

The smirk grew wider as I squeezed his wrist, watching the pain flicker in his eyes. His lackeys took a step back, clearly afraid to be implicated by him.

"Let go!" He yelped, his pride bruised more than his hand.

"No. This is the third time you've done this on school grounds, senpai. Once is a mistake that I can let you off with a warning, twice is a pattern so I imparted a lesson to you. But three times? It's now not up to me on what to do with you," I leaned closer to him as my voice gradually lowered in a cold whisper. "You'll get it this time, senpai."

He tried to pull away but my grip was like steel, unyielding to his futile efforts. His eyes searched for his friends but all he found were their retreating figures, leaving him to face me alone. What loyal subordinates.

"Alright. Stand up. Let's go and see Toyoda-sensei. Ah. No. He must be on your payroll, no? Let's go see Eguchi-sensei instead." I said with a sneer, pulling him along with me as we walked down the hallway. His struggles were futile and only served to entertain me more.

Thinking about it, I could guess why he came looking for trouble again. He probably also heard about Marika's aunt coming to fix the mess about their engagement. He found a new hope that he could still win her back. Too bad. He's still too stupid.