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As it happens, I have an idea for a novel.

An ordinary protagonist reborn in a parallel world.

NAME: 1503

He has powerful black magic cast on him,

so that his body steals life from everything he touches.

A dark fantasy.

It's full of graphic images, so it might end up getting banned.

This is the character design for the heroine.

It's not modeled on anyone in particular...

NURSE'S OFFICE

The worms in my brain are so loud.

Doesn't look like a fever.

Would you still like to rest here for an hour?

Yes.

If I lived a more carefree life, I'm sure I wouldn't be plagued by these worms...

YAMADA

Yamada?!

No, hold on.

I think there was a Yamada in class 1 as well.

The throbbing gets worse when my body temperature goes up!

Whatever. Don't think any unnecessary thoughts.

I'll just assume it's Yamada from class 1,

and rest for now...

It was Yamada after all!

That's right, after long-distance running in gym,

she was absent from class...

Hold on. The situation I'm in...

Could this be my chance to murder her?!

Her skin is so pale, like a corpse.

Like a sculpture, but at the same time, so soft-looking...

-I'm so glad. -Eh?

I thought a stranger was watching me.

I'm glad it wasn't a stranger.

You shouldn't be glad!

What's wrong?

In my head...

I mean, I had a headache.

What about you?

-My stomach hurts. -I see...

Food poisoning?

Here, medicine.

It works on headaches too.

I can have it?

Hurry up and take it!

Ah, thanks.

She's fine giving stuff away as long as it's not snacks...

It's dripping wet...

Yamada took one as well.

Which means...

I've got no choice!

I need to take this medicine!

I should get going.

Goddamn it!

Don't do anything unnecessary.

That's my personal policy.

YAMADA

She forgot her tracksuit top.

Whoa. What am I doing?!

This is completely unnecessary!

Stop it!

But my hand is moving on its own!

Ah, I see now! It's the worms in my brain!

They're the kind that control your mind!

Calm yourself, left hand of mine!

What's with all this candy?

Ah, her tracksuit as well.

-You're in class 2-3, right? -Yes.

Give this back to her later.

How slovenly!

This was beyond my control!

An unfortunate accident!

This is... This is necessary!

Ah, uh-huh. I see.

A rich, sour yet sweet...

Wait, this is just the smell of sweat!

Hey, I thought girls would smell, you know,

more floral, like soap, or fragrant shampoo...

So much for that!

It's irrelevant, but before I knew it, the worms in my brain...

had migrated south.

I ended up wasting time.

During lunch break, I'll hole up by myself in my sacred ark,

and continue thinking up ideas for my novel.

I forgot something in the nurse's office!

Ah, here!

What, exactly?

My candy!

The candy, huh?

She's full of energy.

That reminds me.

Left arm... I've got it.

I'll have his left arm go berserk, and destroy an entire city.

Let's play a game where we ask the girls if they get off too!

What the hell is that utterly depraved game?!

Is the winner going to go ask them?

-The loser, of course! -This guy's got some real messed-up kinks!

Ready, set, two!

Ready, set, zero!

-Damn, I lost! -Have fun.

Don't do it!

Excuse me...

You know, I can tell how healthy you are from your nails.

How healthy you are?

Ah! I see!

Everyone looks healthy to me!

Bye.

-How'd it go? -They all had short nails.

They're doing it, alright!

-A genius deduction! -That's so lame!

No, they might be into toys instead!

-Another genius deduction! -You shut your mouth already!

Either way, the danger is past.

Ichikawa-kun.

Can you go give this to Yamada-san?

Th... This is bullying!

Bullying, plain and simple!

I'm sure in here, there's a message asking, "Do you get off?"

I wanna try being a manicurist as well.

H... Here.

I managed to swap the two...

PLEASE TELL ME YOUR LINE - ADACHI

How pure-hearted!

Now I have to redraw my precious character design!

What a complete waste of my time!

This personality test lets you know what someone's favorite position is!

N... No way!

Again?

They've got some nerve, screaming about positions in school.

Do they just want to say the words they've learned out loud?

Hey, girls. Wanna take a personality test?

Don't do it!

Huh?

I love personality tests!

Right? Come on, let's do it!

He's taking advantage of how girls love personality tests!

But I'm curious how Yamada reacts to dirty talk.

LAUGHING - ANGRY - CLUELESS - BLUSHING

Th... They all seem plausible!

Here's the prompt.

Touch my fist with one hand.

Eh? That's all?

Quickly! Whatever comes to mind!

It says the way you touch it shows how assertive you are!

For real?

-Those wanting to be on equal terms... -I see.

-Those who want to be dominated... -Is that so?

-Those who want to dominate the man... -Oh my!

-And then the kinky type! -Wow!

Th... That's garbage!

Ah! I've figured it out.

Adachi, you just want to touch a girl's hand, right?

That's not it!

That's part of it, isn't it?

So why is it only girls, then?

She's sharper than I thought.

Okay. Fine. In that case...

You guys join in too.

You're really gonna go?

Then feel free to touch any of us.

There...

Don't give me that "there"!

A touch from below means he wants to be dominated...

God, I can see it now!

Hurry! Next!

I said with your hand!

-She's into toys! -Yeah!

Seriously, I said your hand!

-She has a foot fetish! -Yeah!

There...

Your own hand!

More than one?!

I bet they must get a real kick out of life.

-Yamada?! What about you?! -Huh? I'm the closing act?

This isn't a stand-up competition, you know.

Ah, I found it when I looked it up.

This is a pervy one.

Ah, you're right.

Come on!

LIBRARY

What's an obscene personality test supposed to tell you, anyway?

I'm sure some sleazy grown-up who loves group dates came up with it.

Is she in the bathroom?

One, two, three, four...

Sorry.

A touch from above means she wants to dominate the man.

Wants to dominate the man...

Dominate!

It was in my pocket!

Afterwards... I beat it like crazy.

Okay, listen up!

We'll be playing basketball, starting today.

You'll be splitting up into teams of five to practice.

Hey, stop!

-Hey, Yamada. -Yes!

-Stop flailing around. -Yes!

She's being warned as if she were a grade school boy.

Yamada, stay under the hoop and play defense.

Eh?!

I have a shoot tomorrow,

so I want to get lots of exercise, and burn the fat away!

You'll just get in the way.

You can burn fat later on your own with some jogging.

I'm on the basketball team, you know!

And you never show up!

Besides, you don't have any fat on you.

Exposed to such a peaceful environment,

sometimes I wonder exactly what I'm doing.

That's not true!

The other models are something else!

I've come to somewhat understand Yamada.

She leaves herself open plenty.

Now, all that's left is to put my murderous designs into action.

And yet...

Sorry!

Thanks.

What is this sense of unease?

This feeling, as if my emotions and actions are out of sync...

One of the two have to be wrong here.

Probably my actions.

Yamada!

Are you okay?!

-Bam! -Don't give me that "bam"!

What's with her, jeez?!

Just now... our eyes met.

Sensei!

Tissue! Does anyone have tissues?

Here, apply pressure.

Make sure to keep it pinched.

Can you walk?

Everyone, do your stretches!

-We're headed to the nurse. -I'll come along!

Whose pass was it?

It was me.

I didn't do it on purpose.

Why are you laughing?!

Hey, hey now...

I'm doing it again.

Again, I'm...

taking the wrong action.

NURSE'S OFFICE

-I'm fine now. -Still...

I'm so embarrassed.

Kobayashi, can you go back to the classroom,

and bring Yamada's uniform and her bag here?

-Sure. -Oh no!

Is your phone in your bag?

I'll contact her parents.

Thank you.

Just what am I doing?!

It serves no use at all! Following her like this!

So much blood...

Yes, I'll put her on the line.

Your mother said she'll come to pick you up.

Ah, Mom?

Yeah, I'm fine.

As for tomorrow...

-Yeah... -Tomorrow?

I have a shoot tomorrow,

so I want to get lots of exercise, and burn the fat away!

I'm... I'm sorry...

I'm so sorry...

Wait, why am I crying?

YAMADA

I'm...

in love with Yamada.

CLASS 2-3

-Hey, look at this. -What is it?

Yamada's bloody tissue.

Throw that out!

You piece of trash, today's the day I...

It's from back then...

The next day, Yamada came to school as usual.

What happened to your nose?!

Yesterday, while playing basketball...

What's up with your nose?

It just got hit by a basketball.

I HIT IT WITH A BASKETBALL

-Okay! -"Okay," my butt!

Seriously though, I'm glad you didn't break your nose.

I got real nervous there...

Yeah, I'm sorry.

Are you alright?

Yeah. I was scared though.

If it got broken...

What would I do if my nose was left crooked forever?

I was... really scared...

Ah. There, there.

You were supposed to have a shoot today, right?

Well, nothing you can do.

Both my mom and Suwa-san, my manager, said the same thing.

But I'm sure they're disappointed.

When they say that's just how middle schoolers are...

or that kids end up getting hurt sometimes...

Being told that frustrates me the most.

Yamada...

really is a little more grown-up than the rest of us.

It looks like a lap dance.

Shut up!

This way, it just looks like someone forgot it...

PLEASE FEEL FREE TO TAKE SOME

Wow, it looks like a prank!

And so unnatural, to boot.

Oh yeah, I think I had a lot more packs of tissues...

Yep. Totally natural.

I mean, they have tissues at every seat in ramen places.

Now you can be overcome with emotion and cry as much as you want.

CONSOMMÉ HOMERUN

That's not it!

Yamada, as she ate snacks with a grin on her face,

was the usual Yamada after all.