Romans & histoires Assassination Classroom Isogai

HIBARA THE SIGHT OF the classroom of Grade 10 Section I was very displeasing to the eyes. It made me grimace as soon as I stepped into the room with Major Vargas following behind. Not to mention, the noise that echoed in my ears was more than enough to pound my head. However, this bunch of annoying children can move like trained ninjas when a teacher is about to arrive. Everything, then, would be back to where it should be. A pale female with long hair walked towards us—our Class Monitor and my seatmate—Loiella Casis.

Note; This Chapter contains mature contents, Skip if you can't read! * Kade rolled his eyes and walked to his seat, ignoring the student's gaze on him. Collins walked in, still processing the fact that Kade actually wore his uniform today. His stare drifted to Isabella, standing in front of the class with the lecturer. “She’s the same girl...” “The one that was bursting your brain in the hospital,” Cassandra cut in, smirking. “Must you tease me?” he shot her a glare. She only laughed.

And somehow, that made it all worth it. I walked out of the class with Cassian by my side, as we walked to an empty classroom. ________________________________ Cassian and I walked out of the classroom just as the hallway flooded with students. We wove through the chaos until we reached the old AV room….empty, dusty, and blessedly silent except for the faint hum of a projector no one remembered how to turn off. “So,” Cassian said, kicking a chair around to face me. “Are you gonna tell me why you dragged me out here like we’re about to plot a heist?”

In the next second, she reappears, hooked on the pointy part of the high pole that connects to the classroom ceiling, screaming in abject terror before her body hits the stone floor at the front of the classroom with a loud crack. Dead, killed by the Vel Morin…

*"The first class by the right, last floor. I'm waiting. Two minutes, or else…" With my body on the line, I quickly move without delay. The entire floor is empty as I stride through. Goosebumps cram my skin as I arrive in front of the said classroom. At this point, I'm about to turn to leave when strong hands grab mine. Where on earth did he come from? Kiwor. Ayan’s right-hand man. Of course, he’s here! "Not so fast, pretty. Go on, he’s waiting," he motions, leaving me no choice.

Until then my fate is sealed as hitman. The man comes into view as he exits the bathroom and goes to stand at the end of the bed where his playmate for the night awaits him. Here's my chance, a nice clean shot. With one tug of the trigger and my untraceable bullet entered through the right side of his skull and out the left leaving his limp body falling on the hysterical and scared sh*tless young lady wearing nothing but red lingerie. She was screaming to the top of her lungs with fear and confusion closing in on her.

The building was modern, made of glass and concrete, but the interior had a traditional style, and most classes were conducted in a seated position on the floor. "The most popular classes here are Japanese cooking, tea ceremony, and ikebana. You’ll meet a lot of people." Ogata showed Karin the tea ceremony class in progress before leading her to the ikebana class. "Ogata-san, I hope it’s not rude to ask, but is it true that the wife of the Kuryugumi's Sandaime also attends classes here?" Karin cautiously inquired, her curiosity bordering on gossip. "Eh… Well…" Ogata scrutinized Karin, her gaze becoming suspicious.

I need to take a breather someday. The classroom is dark. We have fished this class for the semester already since William had given all the material and the final test. I walked uncertainly into the classroom. The windows are closed and the tables and chairs were stored on the sides. There is just his desk and a taken apart telescope in the middle of the room. All seems spooky and dark. William appears from behind one of the stored far away tables. For a millisecond I think I see one of his eyes turn completely black and the other one remains the same. Maybe is just me and Mia's paranoia taken a toll. He walks towards me but doesn't get too close. I release the air I don't notice I'm holdin

Layla POV I stayed tangled with Mr. Kane on the classroom couch, my hand still stroking his throbbing cock as waves of pleasure continued pulsing through me from my recent orgasm. The heat of his body pressed against mine and the way his hardness twitched in my grip filled me with a powerful mix of nervous excitement and deepening affection for my teacher. My heart raced with the thrill of our forbidden encounter, knowing we were pushing further into dangerous territory in his empty classroom after school.

I had to see Igor one last time in our safe space—the university lecture hall—before the world turned upside down. I slipped into the classroom a minute before the bell, choosing a seat near the back, partially obscured by a few latecomers. The classroom looked exactly as it always did: the same worn desks, the same harsh fluorescent lighting, the same quiet, expectant buzz of students waiting for the lecture to begin. It was our sanctuary, the place where our eyes could meet across the room, carrying messages only we could decipher, masked by the pretense of academia. Igor walked in precisely on time, carrying his usual precise stack of notes. He paused for a moment, letting his gaze sweep