Chapter 35: It's Okay to be Angry, Right?

Warning: Some vulgar content incoming

It's Okay to be Angry, Right?

What's needed to get Sumire to stray from the path of humanity?

It's a very simple answer, one that's sure to make anyone burst out laughing and exclaim, "Is it really that simple?"

It's fine, it's fine. It's that simple and fine.

If I had to describe her now in a nutshell, it would be that she's lost. As she appears, she's lost, confused, and just standing there frozen.

Her mind, once mature and sensible as an adult, has lost its foundation due to excessive stress. The term "philosophical zombie" is now a nostalgic one, but she feels a bit like that now.

She spends her days subconsciously, somehow managing to keep her body moving with the common sense she once possessed. There's no thought of her own, and no thought of changing the situation or running away even crosses her mind.

Little by little, the stress of each day is building up in her tiny body.

Stress is a bomb. 

No, to be precise, it's gunpowder.

If you delve deeper into the causes of horrific crimes that appear on the news, you'll find that some kind of stress is at the root of it. Regardless of whether it's justifiable or not, if you feel it's a burden, it will acquire the properties of gunpowder.

The gunpowder known as stress accumulates day by day. It won't disappear on its own, and as a defense instinct, people maintain peace by taking a breather at inopportune times and discarding the gunpowder.

However, sometimes, someone neglects to take a breather, and in the unlikely event that the gunpowder ignites, causing a major explosion. The size of that gunpowder can lead to anything from everyday fights to even murder.

Sumire is a perfect example of this.

I'm sure that in the not-too-distant future, the gunpowder that's built up inside her will explode and cause some kind of incident.

Possible outcomes include assaulting the student who is causing her stress, or rebelling against her superior who has used her as a scapegoat.

And finally, this time she'll end up with the police, and the next thing she knows, she'll be just an unemployed, childish-looking girl.

The only qualification she has is a teaching license, but if she commits an assault at school, it will either be revoked, or even if she managed to keep it, it will be meaningless. There's no way she'll be hired as a teacher anymore.

The only options left are to jump into a new industry, work part-time, become unemployed, or enter the nightlife world. No matter what she chooses, it's the sensibility of a tale of the downfall of a civil servant, who is known for her exceptional stability.

...But isn't that just too sad?

Being a kind-hearted person, I could not bear to see my sensei, who had looked after me for over a year, take such a path.

I can't overlook any of the following: sensei who endures sexual harassment from strangers, sensei who is dreading the future, sensei who does nothing but sleep and eat, or sensei who becomes an idol for lolicons.

Besides, even if sensei falls into disgrace, the monsters I like won't be born. All that will be born is just a shabby loli in her 30s.

This has gotten long, but back to the original point.

A way to turn sensei into a monster. A way to prevent sensei from being reduced to a criminal.

It may seem difficult at first glance, but it's actually very simple when you look at it.

Yes, yes. It's time to stop being so stingy.

If you're feeling stressed, just let it out. Isn't that all there is to it?

That's all there is to it.

It's a crude analogy, but if you make a guy ejaculate, he won't have a wet dream. He keeps saving up semen and doesn't release it through masturbation, so he ends up ejaculating prematurely. But if he does ejaculate prematurely, it's a hassle.

So he releases it regularly. It's a simple matter, and it's something that most men do unconsciously.

Well, the short answer is, Sumire hasn't masturbated in a while, so semen is building up in her balls, and since she doesn't masturbate, she's likely to ejaculate prematurely soon, so I'll give her a quick wank before that happens and make her spurt out.

I'm a former man, so it's no problem for me.

So....

So, that masturbation, or ejaculation, is essentially a way to release stress, and that's been around since ancient times.

There's no better way to release stress than violence. Hitting something is quick, and it's effective both externally and internally.

Hitting against objects, hitting someone, hitting yourself. The targets can vary, but I'm sure no one would doubt that violence is effective against stress.

Sometimes when I get irritated, I go and get Kikka to hit me! The target of my violence is myself.

...Well, this is an exception, so maybe it's not helpful as a reference.

But the point is, if Sumire could take out her stress on someone before she explodes, she wouldn't explode, and people who take out their stress on those around them are my type of monsters.

Yes, this neatly and cleanly meets both of my requirements.

Isn't it perfect? ​

Perfect, isn't it?

I'm sure everyone who hears this idea of ​​mine will clap their hands and say, "Yuri-chan, you're a genius!" It's such a perfect plan, I even find it frightening.

Well, it's just because the situation was just too perfect. But since this situation was the result of my accumulated achievements, I don't if you praise me, you know.

Ahaha. I can hear you, I can hear you.

"Yuri-chan, you're amazing!"

"Just as you'd expect from a veteran with over ten years of experience!"

"You're wonderful, ravage me!"

Many imaginary voices praised me. "Ahh~, I feel so good, so good."

After all, if I seduce Sumire, it will mean that I've corrupted an entire class. Furthermore, the handover of this class is half-confirmed until next year.

In other words, for the year or so until I graduate, a yuri harem filled with girls I like will be born, albeit for a limited time. Monsters here, monsters there, monsters everywhere. That connection is guaranteed to end upon graduation. It's exactly the kind of situation I like.

There's no point in getting too excited. The fruits of over ten years of hard work are right in front of me!

But my plans don't end there. My brain is working like crazy.

Class 2-2 has become a monster zoo, and in the future, Class 3-2 too. Since it's a monster zoo, naturally, it's filled with monsters.

Don't you think it's a little dangerous for me, a mere weak girl, to stay here? A girl out in the savanna, unarmed, is nothing more than prey, right?

That's why I need a bodyguard with a hunting rifle. Someone to protect me by shooting down any monsters that attack me.

The person appointed to that role is none other than my Sumire.

Yes, I'm sure anyone who heard the plan up to this point was misled by my misleading statements.

If Sumire uses violence to relieve stress... then that means Yuri-chan will be the punching bag!

If you think like that then, fufu, unfortunately, that's not true♪

I'm Kikka's personal punching bag. I say that half-jokingly, but that's not funny at all. Kikka has already punched me and turned into a monster. It's be boring to repeat the same route again.

Times have changed. Girls these days prefer knight-like boyfriends who are sweet and gentle only to them, rather than violent boyfriends who are cold only to them.

Surely, probably.

I'm assuming that this is the transition from Heisei-era romantic comedies to modern romance novels.

It doesn't make sense to begin with, does it? Sumire's stress is caused solely by the other kids in her class, the problem kids. There's no way something as ridiculous as me being punched by her to relieve that stress could happen. 

Well, if it's to relieve stress, then yes.

But, wouldn't it be better to do it to the other students who are pushing that stress onto her?

I'll give her an excuse. I'll provide her with a platform where she can be aggressive towards other students under the pretext of a kind-hearted teacher protecting a poor student.

I'll create a story about a young teacher who hardens her heart to save a girl frightened by her unruly class.

Then Sumire-sensei will officially be my very own prince. Using her position as a teacher as a hunting rifle, she is my bodyguard, protecting me from the attacking monsters.

Even if she raised her hand as an "education" for the only serious and kind girl in the class, it can't be helped.

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"...Sensei, help me."

"Yes, yes! I was wrong. Tachibana-san, don't worry. I will definitely, definitely, protect you!"

I hugged Tachibana-san tightly as she sobbed in the empty classroom.

I had been grossly mistaken this whole time.

I had always focused on the problem kids in my class, putting honor students like her second.

But that was a complete mistake.

It is the way of the world that good should attract more attention than evil.

I had been focusing on problem kids because they stood out, but in the first place, I should be focusing my attention on the diligent, excellent students who behave well from the start.

Rewarding merit and punishing accordingly is the way of the world.

Praise the good students and scold the bad ones. That is the correct path of education.

It must have been lonely. It must have been painful.

In the chaotic classroom, the people around her are extremely violent, and she never knows when she'll be attacked. Her only hope, her teacher, is only watching the idiots raging outside, not the terrified her.

To top it all off, that teacher gives in on her own and acts as if she's the biggest victim.

Lingering is not education, tolerance is not education, and misunderstanding is not education.

Up until now, I've been making mistakes.

It was a mistake to look anywhere but at Tachibana-san, a mistake to dismiss the private conversations and problems with just a warning, a mistake to think that idiots would get better on their own with time.

Wrong, WRONG, WRONG!

But Tachibana-san still believed in me, even though I kept making those mistakes, and was the one who confided in me.

I betrayed her trust. Surely there could be no greater mistake in this world.

Kamitsure Sumire must become a demon.

To protect Tachibana-san, who, despite being an excellent student, has been confined to this problem class. So that I can discipline these fools, even though it's already too late, enough to send them out into the world.

Let's cut ties with my soft-spoken self.

That's not kindness, it's stupidity.

If someone talks in the next class, I'll stuff chalk in their mouth.

If someone pushes their work onto someone else, I'll smack them hard across the face.

If someone brings something unrelated to school, I'll rip it apart brutally in front of them.

It would be nice if they could understand things with their brains, but that's not the case, and that's why they're still rebellious in their second year of high school.

Then the only thing I can do is instill common sense in their bodies before their brains do.

Humans are equipped with a wonderful mechanism called reflexes, after all.

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