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High School Hack and Slash Chapter 31×1

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Pasifista

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The Masked Clown ［Harlequin］

『Fighter』

『Thief』

『Arts User』

『Craftsman』

『Officer』

『Debauchee』

Of these six archetype classes, the one with the most negative image to it based on its name would probably be『Debauchee (NEET)』.

What most of the students, who were given this class in the『Cathedral』, thought was a grumble of: come on, don’t make such a thing a class, or a resignation-like self-deprecation of: ah, as expected, huh.

Although it might seem like a joke of a class, those who actually become『Debauchee』 realized that the class characteristics were not so bad.

Auto-recovering your injuries with『Self-Consolation (Regenerate)』, logging yourself out of the dungeon at will with『Let-out (Exodus)』, and by erasing your presence with『Ephemeral (Shadow)』, you would hardly be attacked even by monsters.

If you use『Shift (Slappy)』, you would be able to lay your hate and damage on others or even use it to attack.

The effects were modest compared to other classes, but the variety of skills available was incomparable.

Of course, as with any other class, you wouldn’t be able to use all of these at a low level.

Basically, the skills of『Debauchee』 were buff to oneself and debuff to others.

That was why it was easy to use and quick to get accustomed to.

It was because during the class change in the『Cathedral』, you would be given a class that suited you.

The classroom of the first year third group, dyed with the gradation of madder red at dusk time, was silent.

The classroom building, where classroom lectures were held only in the morning, was less popular than other facilities past noon.

Therefore, it was treated as a spot used for specific purposes.

In a place that was far away from the windows, out of sight, and in a blind spot even if one looked through the window of the door, a single girl was standing still there.

The girl who had just returned from death from the dungeon was not a classmate of the first year third group.

「Ah…haa.」

It was not a party with fixed members, a party that was temporarily formed for the purpose of conquering the dungeon was called a『provisional』 party.

It was an instant, ad hoc party, formed with various reasons such as a test of one’s skills, as a change of pace, to look for a fixed member, or because one didn’t like to make friends with others.

It was a system that was also endorsed by the academy as a part of dungeon conquest strategy.

The first year provisional parties, who hadn’t had fixed members and merits yet, were especially bustling that it was easy for them to gather members.

「Ah… hnn, ahh.」

The breasts pushing up her blouse of the standing still girl were getting squeezed with both hands.

Dazed and vaguely out of focused pupils, blank expression.

The boy, sitting at the desk behind the girl, played with the breasts, which gave him firm feedback, with his mouth crooked.

He unbuckled his belt, pulled down his zipper, and rubbed the freed erected thing of his crotch on the valley of her ass over her skirt.

With his underside skin rubbing against the fabric of the skirt, he strained and firmly pressed against the soft elasticity.

The hand, which was crawling inside the collar of her jacket, undid the third button of her blouse.

The sky-blue bra that wrapped the entirety of her breasts was a mild soft-type sports bra.

For a girl who had experienced athletic club activities in her middle school days, dungeon dive had the same feeling as a sport.

For the boy, it was no more than a genre of girl’s underwear, no matter what kind it was.

It merely allowed him to directly enjoy the elasticity of the breasts.

The girl squirmed at the stimulation of her breasts being squeezed, and the penis pressed against her ass rubbed against it, starting to drip with precum juice.

He barely endured the urge of almost reaching climax.

He wasn’t going to let the fun end prematurely.

On the brink of the annihilation of the provisional party, for him it was just before he logged out with『Let-out (Exodus)』, he used『Escapism』 on her.

According to his experiment thus far, he knew that he had plenty of time to continue.

『Escapism』, like most of『Debauchee』 skills, was classified as a dubious skill whose best way of utilizing it was hard to grasp.

It was a skill whose effect was fixation of the mental state, making the emotional status remain unchanged for a certain period of time.

More or less, if you used it beforehand, you would be spared from panicking due to fear of monsters or pain.

Even if you used it on a monster, it would simply come rushing at you nonchalantly.

It was by chance that Takehiko discovered this way of using it.

When he had a class change to『Debauchee』, the first skill he learned was『Let-out (Exodus)』.

Although Takehiko was getting lower in tension due to ended up becoming『Debauchee』, he soon realized the merit of 『Let-out (Exodus)』 utility.

After all, it was a given for most first year dungeon attack parties to return from death upon getting wiped out.

But with the use of『Let-out (Exodus)』, he alone could log out of the dungeon before he died.

In other words, as insignificant as it might be, he also was able to raise his level without losing any EXP.

Even so, with the label of『Debauchee』, it was becoming increasingly difficult to form a party properly.

Takehiko deliberately didn’t form a party with his classmates from the first year third group, but joined a provisional party who were aiming to raise their level and do another class change.

Now that most of the first-year students hadn’t even undergone class change yet, it didn’t matter whether they were『Debauchee』 or『Novice』.

The trigger was then he used『Escapism』 on his party member who was on the verge of dying in the dungeon at the beginning.

Even though the memory of what happened in the dungeon would vanish when you returned from death, those who received fatal injury but didn’t die instantly would scream, cause panic, and be annoying.

He thought to himself that If he can could fix their emotions with『Escapism』, at least they probably wouldn’t cause panic.

At that time, they seemed to receive an instant death and vanished as they were, but amidst the parties who had resurrected at Rashomon, he noticed the fact that the member who was under influence of his skill was in the mix.

『Escapism』 was a mind manipulation skill, a degraded version of the superior skill『Brainwash』.

It originally didn’t have enough interference power to manipulate the mind, but it was exceptionally effective against those who were in a brain-dead state with a zero-tension mentality.

There was no self-consciousness in an infinitely dead mental state.

They were in a zombie state with no spontaneous activity for the duration of the skill’s effect.

Experimenting by leading her to the toilet, rubbing her boobs and sticking his head into her skirt, Takehiko’s deed was gradually escalating as he came to join provisional parties almost every day.

Now that Takehiko’s level had risen to the point where he could do another class change, his『Escapism』 effect time had exceeded 60 minutes.

「Haa… haa… haa…」

As Takehiko rocked and rattled the desk on which he sat, his penis had slipped into her skirt before one noticed it and was rubbing the valley of her buttocks through her panties.

At the sensation that was more elastic and milder than that of a skirt, the tip was smeared with so much pre-cum that it became sticky.

He pulled it out of her skirt just as he was about to reach climax.

If there were some bodily fluids sticking on her when she came back to her senses, his dastardly deeds would be exposed.

After venting himself with masturbation, he would perform some follow up such as rearranging her appearance, before then sending her back.

The deeds, which thus far had been carried out with prudence and vigilance in such a manner so that it wouldn’t get discovered, were about to escalate to the next level.

He removed his hands from her breasts, which had been squeezed so hard that red finger marks were left on the skin.

As his hands slipped into her skirt from behind, her panties were promptly pulled down.

Due to the stimulation of her erogenous zones, breasts and buttocks, and above all else, getting exposed to Takehiko’s lustful mind waves in zero-tension mentality, a sticky thread ran from the base of her panties to her private parts.

He got off the desk and hugged her from behind, impatiently rolling up her skirt and putting his arms around her waist.

Running his hand over the crotch, which was slippery with their respective bodily fluids, he guided the tip of the glans, which was strained to the limit, to the base of the chasm.

Takehiko clenched his teeth and stretched his bent knees.

As the tip got wrapped in a warm and slippery sensation of resistance, he leaked out a creampie without even feeling the sensation of him shedding his virginity.

His hips jumped about at the painful and itchy pleasure while having his tip clamped down, different from masturbation, and with a squelch, he inserted it from the glans to its root.

At the injection of pleasure that seemed about to make the depths of the hips melt, Takehiko continued to ejaculate with everything he’d got into the depths of her vagina as he slumped against the girl’s ass.

The girl, whose mental path remained connected, was also in a state of letting out orgasm with zero resistance mind.

「… Ha, ahhh.」

Takehiko, grabbing ahold of her breasts and firmly attached to the girl’s ass, heaved out a blissful sigh.

As he was soaked in the profound emotion of having sexual intercourse with a girl for the first time, he was assailed with the guilty conscience of one-sidedly ejaculating in the womb, before then readily throwing the sense of guilt away.

He bounced his hips against the pleasantly elastic ass as if he was poking it, squeezing out the remaining juice in the urethra.

Once you’d done it once, it was the same no matter how many times you did it afterwards.

The vitality that grew with each level up rose even further as it synergized with the sexual desire of juvenile age which was already intense as it was.

The penis that had just ejaculated inside her vagina continued to warp with room to spare, remaining sitting in the path that his innocent male organ had yet to traverse.

Savoring the feeling of the pressure of the vaginal flesh with an unhurried piston, he enjoyed the sensation of vaginal penetration.

He was drowning in the wet sensation of the hot, tingling, titillated penis.

But in a corner of his mind, he was calmly counting the time remaining.

As he pushed open the flesh chasm with his fingertips, he pulled his member out to the tip.

A meat pole wrapped by white mucus, and a bundle of glans swollen like a balloon.

He carefully penetrated the chasm, which had a hole to the inside of the body, numerous times as if to check its structure with his penis.

The second ejaculation turned out to last longer than he had expected.

Swapping positions with the girl, who was flushing with a somewhat intoxicated and befuddled look on her face, he had her sit on the desk and spread her legs.

He stacked three layers of pocket tissue, carefully cleaned the outside of the hole, and as much as he could wiped and scraped out the inside of the hole too.

He put her panties back on, put her bra back on, and buttoned up her blouse.

After that, he made the girl stand and put on plenty of deodorant spray under the girl’s skirt.

「Good work. Now then, let’s go home, shall we?」

He grabbed the girl, who remained standing still in a daze, by the hand and led her to the entrance.

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