Classroom of the Elite: The Idea Dumps

Idea Dump 8 - Post-ANHS: Amasawa Ichika

Amasawa Ichika, once a student of Advanced Nurturing High School, now found herself at the lowest rung of society. Her expulsion had been swift and brutal, leaving her with nothing but the clothes on her back and crushed pride.

As she wandered the seedy streets of Tokyo, she caught sight of an ugly, brown-haired boy.

Unbeknownst to Amasawa, they share a few things in common. The boy, named Yamauchi Haruki, also got expelled from ANHS in a swift and brutal manner— his class voted him out, clearly telling him nobody wanted him to stay.

His fall from grace didn't destroy him as much as it made him hungry for success. And what better way to get that success than by exploiting the desperation of others? That was exactly what Yamauchi did in his two years away from ANHS.

Now, the 18-year-old boy is one of the most powerful figures in the porn industry.

"Oho... what a defeated look you got there, girlie," Yamauchi said as he approached Amasawa.

Her eyes flickered up to meet his, filled with the desperation and longing that Yamauchi recognized all too well. He'd seen it in the eyes of many others, and he knew exactly how to take advantage of it.

"You know, I've seen you around," he continued, his voice seemingly emanating concern, although Amasawa could easily see past it. "You seem like you're having a hard time making ends meet."

She wanted to look away, to deny it, but she couldn't. He knew. He could tell the shame she felt, the desperation that ate at her insides. He could see it in her eyes, and it made him smile.

"Look, I can help you out," he said, his voice low and confident. "You're not the first one who's been in your position, you know. I can get you the help you need."

Amasawa's heart raced. She wanted to believe him, to find some way out of this hellhole. But at the same time, a small, cold voice in her head reminded her of the countless times she had been used, exploited. She was nothing more than a tool to these people, a means to an end.

Still, she couldn't help but feel a desperate need to cling to any sort of hope, no matter how slim. She forced a shaky nod. "Okay," she managed to whisper. "I'll do anything."

Yamauchi's eyes glinted with satisfaction. "Oh, is that so?" he asked, reaching out to grasp her chin.

His touch sent a shiver down Amasawa's spine, but she forced herself to remain still. She didn't want to anger him, not when he seemed to be her only hope. "Y-yes," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Good. Now, do me a favor and kill yourself."

Amasawa's eyes widened in shock. "Wha-what?" she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Come on, you know you want to," Yamauchi purred, his voice low and confident. "You've got nothing left to live for anyway, right? Just think of it as a way to finally get back at everyone who's ever hurt you."

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. "Besides, I've seen your type before. Pretty girls like you, they always end up doing worse than dying. They end up on the street, selling their bodies for a few pathetic scraps of food. At least this way, you'll have some control over your fate."

"Better die before anything traumatic happens, you know?" He added.

The words stung, but Amasawa couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over her. It was true. She was nothing but a broken, worthless girl. Her life had been nothing but misery, and it seemed like it would only get worse.

"Here, take this."

Yamauchi then took out a syringe from his hand and handed it to Ichika.

"It'll be quick and painless, trust me."

Amasawa stared at the syringe, examining it. "What is this?"

"It's nothing to worry about," Yamauchi reassured her, his voice gentle. "It's just a mixture of painkillers and sedatives. It'll make you feel a little woozy at first, and then you'll just drift off to sleep. You won't feel a thing."

Amasawa hesitated for a moment, the syringe trembling in her hand. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. The weight of the world seemed to press down on her chest, making it difficult to breathe.

She opened her eyes and looked at Yamauchi. His face was neutral, almost empathetic. He nodded, as if to say, "Go ahead. It's okay." She couldn't help but feel a strange mix of gratitude and resignation.

Taking a deep breath, she slowly inserted the needle into her arm. The cold metal stung at first, but then it was followed by a warm, spreading numbness. She closed her eyes and waited for the darkness to consume her.

As she felt her consciousness begin to slip away, she couldn't help but wonder if this was really the end. If there was some sort of afterlife, she hoped that she would find peace there. But she also knew that was unlikely. More likely, this was just the beginning of an eternity of suffering.

Yamauchi watched impassively as Amasawa's body went limp.

"Well, that's one way to handle things," he murmured, his voice devoid of emotion.

Taking the syringe from Amasawa's hand, Yamauchi took out his phone and dialed a number.

"It's done, Arisu-chan. She just died. Yep. No pulse. Now, can I have that date?"

There was a pause on the other end of the line. Yamauchi could hear the breath of the other person, soft and steady. He felt a familiar thrill run through his veins as he imagined her reaction. He'd done it. He'd delivered the goods. And now, he was going to get what he wanted— a date with Sakayanagi Arisu.

"Oh, really?" she finally replied, her voice sultry. "You actually got her to do it?"

There was a brief pause as Yamauchi fought to control his excitement. "Yep! What else would you expect out of me? I'm Yamauchi Haruki, you know? I excel in convincing girls to choose wrong choices."

There was another soft breath on the other end of the line, and then a sultry chuckle. "Well, I guess that's true. Alright, you've proven yourself. Just meet me tonight at eight. I'll send you the location. Oh, and bring your wallet. I've got something special planned for us."

The line went dead, and Yamauchi stared at his phone for a moment, a slow smile creeping across his face. It was finally happening. After all this time, he was going on a date with Sakayanagi. His heart raced with anticipation, his mind filled with visions of their perfect evening together.

He'll finally smash that loli pussy!

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