The second scum was not alone, and he had a whole gang with him. He was a third-year student and also captain of the baseball club of the school.
His name was Nakamura Diachi.
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Emi was trembling on the cold, concrete floor of the storage room, her body exposed and vulnerable. The men surrounding her were crude and leering, their bodies glistening with sweat as they laughed at her distress.
"Captain, this girl is even more beautiful than the last one. Can I go first?" One of the men asked eagerly, his gaze lingering hungrily on Emi's trembling form.
The captain, Nakamura Daichi, glared at him with a stern expression. "Haha...sorry, yes Captain, you are the first to taste this beauty," the man chuckled nervously and took a step back.
"Hold her down and keep watch for anyone who might come," Daichi commanded, his voice filled with a twisted sense of excitement.