CHAPTER 110: CHAPTER 109: FIRST CLASS

As Roland stepped out of the car, Karena immediately broke free from Yuki’s embrace and threw herself into his arms.

Yuki sighed helplessly at the sight. It was clear that Karena no longer intended to hide her feelings for Roland, even in front of their classmates. She wanted everyone to know that he was taken and none should harbour any ideas about him.

Although Yuki had repeatedly said she was willing to share Roland on campus, today was supposed to be her own matchmaking event. How could she save face if Karena kept monopolizing him?

Driven by some unknown impulse, Yuki disregarded her usual aloof and cold appearances and followed closely behind, silently interlacing her fingers with Roland’s.

It was as if she were reminding him: Don’t forget who your leading lady is today.

In an instant, Roland stood near the campus entrance, his arms around Karena, the most beautiful girl in the third year, while his fingers were intertwined with Yuki, the most beautiful girl in the second year. He stood there, openly embracing both of them in front of everyone.

If you were to ask Roland if he was feeling good, the answer would be a resounding yes!

But if you were to ask if he was feeling nervous, the answer would also be a resounding yes...

After all, the students who had been walking normally suddenly stopped in their tracks when they saw him with his arms around two girls. Some even covered their mouths in shock, whispering about how he was able to get such beautiful girls fight for him in broad daylight.

It seemed Roland was about to become a celebrity at school after today.

But he didn’t want fame; he just wanted to quietly build his harem.

If word got out and negatively impacted the Yukino Family, it would be disastrous. As a family of upper society, their rivals were just waiting for them to make a mistake and they’ll drag them through mud.

For safety’s sake, Roland quickly used his Hypnosis Technique—mental suggestion—to make everyone around them act as if they hadn’t seen anything unsual, and the crowd resumed its flow.

Only then did Roland breathe a sigh of relief. But he didn’t notice that Karena, who had been clinging to him with a lovesick expression, had narrowed her eyes slightly at this strange scene.

Karena suspected Roland possessed something like Hypnosis Technique before?

At the time, she had only been joking, not taking her own words seriously.

But now, witnessing this scene, Karena couldn’t help but reconsider the possibility of it’s existence.

Although currently Karena’s seemingly adorned a love-struck behavior; she was perfectly clear-headed. She had been keenly aware of the gazes around them and fully understood the implications of her own actions.

She had long prepared herself to face the consequences of her choices.

Yet, just as she braced herself for the pressure, everyone around them suddenly fell silent at the same moment, and with almost military precision, they began filing into the campus each going towards their own class, completely ignoring her.

How could this scene not be utterly bizarre?

Even Yuki, who hadn’t previously suspected anything, found the sight unsettling. They’re acting like they’re possessed, she thought.

Only Roland remained, sighing in relief, completely unaware that Karena’s suspicions had deepened dramatically...

"Alright, let’s hurry up or we’ll really be late for the first class," Roland said, simultaneously releasing his Hypnosis Technique on the students and pulling his two to be wives into the campus by the hand.

As much as the scene was bizarre, like a corpse-driver herding a horde of zombies onto campus.

Yet Roland was surprised to spot several attractive girls among the "zombie horde." These somewhat beautiful young women were now completely under his control.

If this were a hentai scenario, wouldn’t he essentially have dominion over the entire student body, free to prey on the prettiest girls at will?

For a fleeting moment, Roland actually entertained this dangerous thought.

After all, who wouldn’t want to take advantage of such a situation? He is a healthy young man, who also appreciate women beauty and lust to possess them as his own too.

Human nature is easily tested, but fortunately, Roland’s Hypnosis Technique couldn’t cover the entire school nor it could actually make them do whatever he want, currently he could only give suggestions base on current scenario. That’s why many students remained unaffected. If he made any suspicious moves and was spotted by one of these "escapees," the consequences would far outweigh the benefits.

Thus, Roland’s humanity passed the test. The trio walked silently to the academic building. After parting ways with Karena, who had inexplicably fallen silent, Roland bid farewell to Yuki and entered his own classroom.

Roland and Yuki weren’t in the same class. Yuki attended the best of best the Elite Class, a gathering of top students, while Roland’s class was more ordinary, with a mix of high-achievers and struggling learners. Roland’s grades placed him in the upper-middle tier of his class.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t be a top student; he simply couldn’t be bothered to relearn material he’d already learned and he is too lazy to do enough practice and repetition needed for a too student, best he want to do is study the day before and get a good result.

This lackadaisical attitude deeply frustrated his teacher, Hiratsuka Shizuka. She recognized Roland’s exceptional learning ability—he could grasp new concepts quickly—but he’d lose interest as soon as he got the hang of it, refusing to delve deeper.

That guy could be another top student in my class, yet he’s deliberately squandering his potential!

Shizuka often lectured Roland, hoping to inspire him to take his studies seriously.

"Roland, you’re late, you know?" The unmarried, thirty-year-old Teacher Shizuka stood at the podium dressed in her usual office skirt and a white shirt, glaring at Roland as he sauntered into the classroom.

"Huh? I made it before the bell rang!" Roland immediately retorted.

"Arriving right on the bell is still wrong. Besides, being later than the teacher means you’re late."

"What kind of absurd logic is that? And didn’t you usually arrive quite late yourself, Teacher Jing?"

"How can you bring up the past now? And how many times have I told you to call me Teacher Shizuka?!" Hiratsuka Shizuka said, her hands on her hips, her voice laced with exasperation.

"Yes, yes, yes, okay, Teacher Jing. I got it, Teacher Jing," Roland replied dismissively.

"Rude!" Shizuka glared at the incorrigible student, her anger tinged with an inexplicable hint of resentment.

I’ve told him it’s fine to call me that in private, but can’t he at least show some respect for his homeroom teacher in class?

Just one winter break apart, and he’s already itching to taste my ’Fist of Annihilation’ again, is he?

Just then, Shizuka spotted a girl with an ice-blue ponytail entering the room, and her headache intensified.

Why are all the students in my class problematic children?

"Morning," the ponytail girl muttered casually, her expression indifferent, addressing no one in particular.

She tied her jacket around her waist, giving off an unexpectedly edgy vibe.

"Morning, Sakura~" Roland replied cheerfully, ignoring who she was talking to and deliberately studying her face.

Seeing her face, Roland suddenly remembered something.

He recalled the passionate kissing session he’d had in Yukio’s car.

At the time, there had been more than just the three of them in the car—there was also a female chauffeur with long, icy-blue hair.

Roland had felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity with her face back then. Now, comparing the girl’s facial features and hair color, he seemed to understand something instantly.

Could it be that I was enjoying forbidden pleasure feast right in front of my classmate’s mother?

"I’m impressed you can casually call out people’s names. We’re not even that close, are we?" Kawasaki Sakura shot Roland an annoyed glance.

"Thank you for the compliment~" Roland replied with a smile, as if completely oblivious to the meaning behind her glare.

"No one’s praising you," Sakura muttered, pursing her lips. She immediately turned away, ignoring both Roland and Teacher Shizuka, and returned to her seat.

Sakura wasn’t particularly angry at Roland’s rude behavior. After all, there was no point in getting upset over someone she’d likely never cross paths with again. Besides, Roland seemed to be from the state of freedom: US, judging by his name, which didn’t sound Japanese and also his looks. And his different way of addressing people could be understood.

Having just finished a night shift, Sakura was exhausted and in no mood for idle chatter with someone she barely knew.

She yawned as she settled back into her seat, completely unaware that Roland had indeed been from the United States in his previous life and maybe this life too atleast he is most likely half Japanese.

The reason he still had that name in this life was most likely his mother was too lazy to come up with a new one and decided to reuse his old name.

What a terrible mother, Roland thought as he start fiddling with his pen.