Because I Was Excluded Out of the Class Transfer, I Decided to Steal My Classmate's Lover

Chapter 71: The 9th Member.

It’s a semi-compulsive distraction from the situation she saw.

What was at the end of her unconscious escape was a memory from this morning, before Emi had found out everything.

-“I want you to teach me how to put on makeup.”

With strange tools and liquids on her chest, Yuri said this as soon as she entered Emi’s room.

It is actually quite unusual for Yuri to visit Emi’s room. If anything, it was more common for Emi to visit Yuri’s room or the royal library.

This is why, at first, Emi had some disturbing thoughts about Yuri’s visit.

So, when Yuri came to Emi’s room with an embarrassed look on her face, Emi couldn’t help but burst out.

She brought in a mess of strange things, and with a strange look on her face.

Of course, when Yuri was laughed at for making a serious request, she made a sulky face and pouted.

“So suddenly wanting to wear make-up. What happened?”

“No, Nothing happened, but is it useless?”

While playing with the tips of her twin-tails with her fingertips, Yuri looks up at Emi.

“No, not at all. In fact, it’s more strange that such a pretty girl has been living without any makeup.”

Emi sits down in a chair, as nervous as a little girl who sees a mirror for the first time while her mother is away.

Emi picks up a few make-up tools and some cosmetics that the maids had bought for her, but she had no idea what they were, so she rarely used them.

Emi suggested to Yuri to not use any of them as it might irritate her skin.

The bottle is unmarked and the tool comes with a set of screws and straps to hold it in place. It’s like a tool. It’s as if this world’s cosmetic culture is developing in a very different direction.

Emi picks up a small metal instrument that looks like a mixture of pliers and a guillotine and looks at it. If this was an eyelash curler, this world is definitely weird when it comes to cosmetics.

“We’re not going to use that?”

“I don’t think it’s safe, how about we use something else?”

Emi Otomezaki is a genuine otaku girl.

She has fantasies of suddenly being transported to a strange world, and often finds herself smiling to herself as she imagines her life afterwards.

One of Emi’s friends is into otherworldly stories for boys, and carries a piece of paper with her that shows her how to make simple food. In the case of Emi, she carries with her the bare minimum of cosmetic tools, a hand mirror, and a piece of paper with instructions on it.

It’s a good idea to be pretty in front of the prince, even if there is no culture of wearing makeup in the new world. This was a preparation if she were to be sent to another world.

Unfortunately, there was never a time when Emi needed to dress herself up in this other world.

“Wah… Emirin has prepared everything. I didn’t even think to bring my own cosmetics.”

Even without words, Emi’s cheeks turn red as she realises why she has been carrying around her cosmetic tools.

“It was a coincidence. The night before we were transferred, I was reading a about another world, and it affected me a bit. ……”

“What? But you were crying a lot.”

“It was so sudden that I freaked out …… And I wasn’t expecting a class transfer!”

Emi couldn’t help but wanted to scream as the embarrassing memories came flooding back.

She was so embarrassed that she had cried out in front of her classmates that she felt like she wanted to crawl into a hole.

She starts to put face powder.

While applying the eyeliner, Emi lets out a small sigh.

Even after what happened, she never forgot her normal self, and once again realized that Yuri is a really strong girl.

Sayaka cried with Emi during that time, but it took quite a while for her to fully recover. Emi doesn’t know how to describe it, but in the beginning, Sayaka looked more like she had lost something and was very lonely every day.

Perhaps Sayaka has become accustomed to living in a different world, and recently she has been rushing into Yuri and talking happily as usual.

Emi ponders Sayaka’s emotional state that was easily switched, but she decides she shouldn’t keep looking at the past.

Yuri used Emi’s eyeliner and mascara to fix her eyelashes and as she pulled her face away, before Emi knew it, their faces were close to each other. But because Emi was concentrating on her eye makeup, she didn’t get the usual weird feelings.

“You are used to it, aren’t you, Emirin?”

“I’ve been doing makeup for a few years now, like for the school festival.”

“I’ve only ever done the fancy stuff for cosplay”

“When we go back to our world, we’ll have the right tools and I’ll teach you more.”

As Emi took out her lipstick and lip gloss, she remembered that it was still before breakfast.

“I’ll do the rest after dinner.”

“Are you finished?”

“We’ll leave it at that for now. I didn’t bring too many things with me.”

“It would be nice if we could use the tools and liquids that Yuri brought with her. But I don’t know what’s in them, I can’t even decide whether to use them or not.”

The next time Emi has to talk to a maid, asking her more about it.

“Am I getting prettier and cuter?

“Yes, you’re getting prettier and cuter, Fujiyoshi-san.”

“Hee hee!”

Looking into the hand mirror that Emi brought, Yuri is making all sorts of facial expressions, looking into her eyes and winking at it.

She is innocent in this way, but when the time comes, she is reliable and strong.

She is cute and good-looking - is Yuri a prince to Emi?

“Look, look, Emirin! Look how my eyes are all fluttery!”

As Emi puts away her lipstick and lip gloss, she wonders if she should have told her earlier and if she did, she would have been so happy.

If they’re able to return to the original world, Emi will probably have a lot of fun with Yuri.

She looks at the innocent and happy Yuri and gives her a loving look.

Is it love, friendship or dependence that colours her gaze?

Until the end, Emi could not give an answer to these feelings.

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-She is strong, innocent and pretty, and she is moaning with happiness in front of Emi.

The make-up Emi put on this morning has already fallen off, and the lipstick and lip gloss she secretly applied after breakfast has been completely wiped away by repeated kisses.

Her face was a mess, but she had a look of contentment on her face.

What emotions did Emi feel now?

There was anger, of course, but also sadness. But what Emi feels most now is not anger or sadness, but ridicule and unbearable disgust with herself.

Scorn for mistaking Yuri’s genuine smile for one directed at her.

The ridicule she felt for her own sloppy acceptance of her excessive friendliness.

An escape from the reality that her self-satisfied fantasy had been directly betrayed.

Emi is ashamed of herself for putting her faith in an illusion that was never there.

She is miserable and dislikes herself, who had the illusion that she would embrace and accept all the strange emotions swirling in her.

“Have I become pretty?”

Emi can’t get Yuri’s smile out of her head.

Emi can’t forget her heartbeat and body heat when she hugged her and said, “Emirin smells good.”

She can’t get rid of the memory of that vulnerable back when she exposed her bare skin in front of her without any warning.

“…can’t be”

Emi is now hiding among the shelf seeing Yuri slumped to the floor.

Accidently, Emi knocks one of the shelves but a few books making a loud thud sound, but the two lovers are oblivious to it.

A man and a woman are sucking on each other’s mouths, making lewd sounds of water drops. They seek each other out, intertwining the bumps and bruises of a life that was born to be.

Yuri’s sanctuary is violated by a dirty stick. The more she sees the scene, the more Emi’s heart is broken.

“Everything I’ve done, is it not enough?”

“Couldn’t I have been the one to take her place in my heart?”

“If I had moved a little sooner, she would not have been stolen by another man.”

“If I hadn’t been a woman, or…”

“Fujiyoshi-san……”

Emi gazes at Yuri through her glasses, her twin eyes flickering vacantly.

“What did I want to do?”

“Did I want to see Yuri wanting me and getting wild like this?”

“Or was it simply that I didn’t want someone else to steal her away?”

“Or was it simply that I was too arrogant and wanted to dominate her?”

“Ms. Fujiyoshi… Fujiyoshi - Yuri-chan. Yuri-chan, Yuri-chan!”

Is it just the shock of witnessing a scene that denies the future of Emi’s fantasy world?

Or is it just a mild panic at the prospect of a reproductive act spinning out of instinct?

Emi sits up and puts her hands on her crotch, groping her skirt and underwear.

Emi masturbates while calling out her name subtly. She became unsure if she became a pervert for doing this in front of Yuri while she’s having sex with someone else, but that’s not even the most sensible or common thought that comes to mind for Emi right now.

“Yuri-chan ……, why. Why not me?”

She blinked her eyes and let out a hot breath. The gesture may have been an act of sexual gratification, but it meant nothing to Emi, who was incapable of coming.

Looking at Yuri, Emi continues to play with her unresponsive pubic area.

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“Heeeyah ……! Hennyaaaa……”

Yuri, her ecstasy face smeared with drool and other things, screamed as Ran climaxed, and then collapsed in like a lifeless doll.

A thick cloudy liquid overflows from the hole when Ran’s dick is pulled out, and drips down to the floor of the library with Yuri’s crotch opened indecently.

Yuri’s body twitches and her unfocused eyes waver blankly. She clutched the sleeves of her cardigan and let out an exhausted sigh.

“Fujiyoshi-san, are you all right?”

“My tummy is full of heat …… I’m just so happy ……”

The ribbons on both sides of her body are almost unraveling, and she’s so messed up that she’s drooling from the corners of her mouth as she twists and turns.

She stares at Ran with a greedy look on her face as cum overflows from her quivering crotch.

She seems to be hinting to Ran for more, but it looks like she won’t be able to get it.

Ran stood up, looking at Yuri, which was so melted that she could not see anything around her.

He lifted up his slipping trousers and underpants to make himself presentable, looked at the bookcase and twisted the corners of his mouth into a lopsided smile.

Faintly, there was a voice.

From the other side of the bookshelf, a high, lovely voice, no doubt that of a woman, was modestly playing herself.

Ran knew somehow that there was something lascivious and lustful about the sound of her voice.

Is it a maid who has been unintentionally excited by the prospect of an affair between a butler and a high school girl?

Ran wonders if it’s someone from his harem who has come to look for him, if it’s correct. He can’t wait to see her comforting herself alone.

“No. It’s not them…”

He knew who was visiting him this evening.

“I didn’t expect you to come all the way here.”

And how polite of her to wait until the night’s work is done.

“How sycophantic are they, or do they have inferior crisis management skills?”

Wary that there might be more to it than meets the eye, Ran slipped between the shelves and made his way to him or her.

It’s just across the bookshelf from where Ran had just boned a slutty Yuri.

“Long time no see, Otomezaki-san. How have you been?”

“…… Huh?”

At first it was a bit uncomfortable, but now Ran is finally getting used to being a butler. Emi Otomezaki, sitting in the shade of a bookcase, letting out a faint voice mixed with a slight tremble. She looked at Ran with a prying eye.

“Could it be that Kirishima…”

“Emi Otomezaki, I’ll make you become my wife.”

Ran strokes her long, thin, silky black hair and chants an evil incantation. Emi’s eyes, which had been as vacant as dirty marbles, lit up with a hint of emotion.

After smiling at the doll-like face, Ran picked up Emi’s hair and kissed her a little bit.

It’s the same long black hair, but it’s very different from Kanami’s. Her hair is as black as ink, but it’s not as sleek and fluffy as hers.

Ran looked closely, he could see some split ends, and maybe she didn’t pay that much attention to her hair.

“Well, I guess that’s what a plain, quiet, geeky girl is.”

“……why”

“Hmm?”

“Why, Kirishima, with Yuri and…”

Ran puts his hands on the floor and blinks his eyes through his glasses.

Emi’s cheeks are flushed and her eyes are moist. The sight of Emi’s face is unmistakably one of lust.

But she doesn’t know why, she feels as if her emotions are not directed at Ran, but in a different direction.

For a moment, Ran was prepared to think that she had a unique magic skill that could disable his, but the name that came over Emi’s head immediately dispelled his suspicions.[Tentacle Restraint Violence Execution] The name of the skill was also easy to guess, Ran thought.

“Otomezaki-san?”

“…… Kirishima-kun.”

“By the way, was it like this when I made Kanami join my harem?”

Ran confronted Kanami in a state of maximum alertness, having witnessed her encounter with Misuzu from start to finish.

Thanks to the training at the S&M playground, Ran’s training has become more precise and powerful than when he was first given it. Emi is witnessing her classmates being raped in front of her. From such a state, she cannot easily avoid looking at it.

“Then all I have to do is take it a little further.”

“Yuri-chan ……, Yuri-chan-Hiya!”

Placing his hand on Emi’s shoulder, Ran approaches her. Her shoulders, wrapped in her sailor suit, retain the curves and elasticity of a high school girl’s, and are very attractive indeed.

Her white neck is also covered in sweat, and when Ran moves his face closer and takes a deep breath, she smells slightly like a girl.

This is the kind of body that makes Ran want to hug it. Her breasts have grown so large that they push up against the bosom of her sailor suit, but overall, she is not pudgy, and has a soft, seductive body with just the right amount of fat - just like a high school girl.

Confused by the sudden approach, Emi stutters and blinks. Staring into her eyes through her glasses, Ran smiles softly and pushes Emi down on her body.

They stare at each other from the distance of their breaths, and he covers her body with his. While drooling at the feel of her tits blessing his entire physique, Ran gave Emi’s earlobe a sweet bite.

“Don’t be scared, I’ll do the same to you, Otome-zaki-san.”

“……mmm.”

Ran took her plump, blooming lips and intertwined his fingers with hers. Ran was expecting a little more resistance, but Emi accepted Ran’s actions with open arms.

Right across the bookshelf from them is a classmate who Ran just made love to.

It was a weird feeling, like he was doing something wrong, but it was strangely exciting.

Sucking on her lips, Ran strokes Emi’s head.

“Don’t be nervous, you’ll be fine.”

Ran’s tongue drips as he speaks softly.

Emi’s throat clears as if she is expecting something. The gesture was the signal for Ran to insert his tongue into Emi’s mouth.