Classroom of the elite | The path that leads to nothingness - OC

Frontal attack

The PE teacher blew his whistle sharply, gathering the attention of the students. The echo of the whistle bounced off the walls of the pool area, creating a momentary silence. "Alright, everyone!" he shouted, his voice booming. "Today we're doing races in groups of five. The winner from each group will advance to the final race, and the overall winner will receive a prize of 10,000 points!"

A ripple of excitement went through the boys in particular, but Ryuuen stood out, smirking at the announcement. There was a glint in his eyes as if he had figured out something crucial about the school's underlying system. His expression hinted at a deeper understanding—one that promised trouble later. On the other side, Horikita climbed out of the pool, her face flushed, legs slightly trembling beneath her as she stood by Nakata's side. The reason for her shaky legs wasn't exhaustion—it was the aftermath of an experience far more private. Nakata leaned in, whispering something that only made her blush deepen.

Ayanakouji sat on the sidelines, his gaze sharp but outwardly indifferent, observing everything with his usual detached composure. His eyes flicked momentarily toward the entrance as a girl with a boyish haircut and striking blue hair entered the pool area. Her expression remained fixed in a stern frown, clearly focused on something that only she knew.

Hiyori Shiina, seated beside him, glanced at the pool and then back at him. "It's going to be interesting to see how they all do, don't you think?"

He nodded, eyes still scanning the room for every detail that might matter. On the other side of the pool, Nakata and Horikita stood arms crossed looking at the girls warming up for the upcoming race.

"You'll definitely win, right?" Nakata asked, his voice low as he looked at Horikita with a grin.

"Shut up," she replied, crossing her arms in frustration but unable to hide the embarrassment still lingering from their earlier interactions.

The PE teacher clapped his hands. "First up, the girls! Each group will swim for the win, and remember—only the fastest will move on!" His voice carried an air of authority, and immediately, the boys seated near the pool began exchanging grins and elbowing each other. Their eyes weren't on the potential winners, though—they were locked onto the girls' figures, whispering about curves and beauty rather than skill.

"Look at that! Manabe's got such a hot body!" one boy whispered, elbowing another, while others giggled, eyes flitting between the girls lining up to swim.

Some girls caught onto the ogling but said nothing, their focus shifting to the pool. Among the first group were Shiino Manabe, Rika Morofuji, and two others from class C, alongside Onodera, who stood out as class D's best hope. Having joined the swimming club on her second day, expectations were high for her.

Onodera stood at the pool's edge, her body poised in readiness, her face wearing a confident yet composed expression. She exuded determination, her eyes fixed straight ahead. Manabe, on the other hand, flashed a smug grin, while Rika looked timid, her hands fidgeting slightly. The other two girls appeared indifferent, more focused on getting it over with than winning.

The PE teacher raised his whistle. "Ready! 3... 2... 1... GO!"

The whistle pierced the air, and the girls dove into the water, sending sprays of water into the air as their bodies moved in perfect synchrony. The boys leaned in, their eyes glued to the way the water clung to the girls' bodies, watching the graceful arcs of their arms and the undulating movements of their hips as they swam. Onodera immediately took the lead, her strokes clean and powerful, cutting through the water with precision. Manabe kept up at first, her movements strong but slightly unrefined. Rika, despite her timid appearance, swam gracefully, but it was clear she lacked the strength to keep up.