Multiverse travel starts from a crossover right?

"Please let me—AOOOOOOO!"

The boy screamed like an anime protagonist getting one-shot by a random truck.

His partner? No better off.

"Ah! Ah! STOP!" he gasped, eyes wide like a shonen hero realizing his opponent has a secret final form.

The rod hovered dangerously close to his balls, and judging by the way he shriveled up, his bloodline was already writing its will.

Takashi was silent. Watching.

Like a Dark Souls boss waiting for them to make a move.

Then, with a dull clang, the rod hit the floor.

A beat passed.

Then another.

The two bastards dared to breathe.

Bad idea.

Takashi's hands went to his belt.

"Is that all?" His voice was flat. Deadpan. The kind of tone that made you realize you just got the wrong answer on a math test, and the teacher was about to ask you to explain your work.

"YES! YES! THAT'S ALL!"

"We didn't do anything else, I SWEAR!"

Both of them babbled like NPCs trying to escape a bad dialogue tree.

But this time?

They weren't lying.

They wouldn't dare.

Not after the last pop quiz Takashi had given them.

They sat there, naked, shivering like someone who just disconnected mid-fight in Elden Ring.

Bruises blossomed across their bodies like a tragic backstory flashback.

Their ribs ached. Their lips were swollen. Their teeth chattered harder than a horror movie protagonist hiding in a closet.

And the worst part?

The shame.

Not just from the pain.

But from how pathetic they looked.

Their tiny, shriveled dicks weren't even in the running for "small but determined."

They were full-on acorns trying to cosplay as bananas.

And failing miserably.

Takashi didn't even bother hiding his disgust.

Pathetic.

They had never felt pain like this before. Not from a fight, not from a fall, not even from stepping on a Lego at 3 AM.

Rod. Belt. Hand. Kick.

They had sampled it all. The full-course meal of consequences.

And now?

Now they knew exactly what it meant to be at someone's mercy.

How did those girls feel?

Helpless. Scared. Broken.

And no amount of screaming, crying, or bargaining with the karma gods would undo what they had done.

Takashi looked down at them. Two sons of decent, middle-class families.

Dads busting their asses to give them a better future.

Moms buffing them with constant love and support like dedicated healers.

And what did these two decide to do?

Not build their own futures.

But destroy someone else's.

A year ago, they had started this.

Posting videos. Making money. Blurring faces to cover their asses.

They had brains, alright.

But they used them in all the wrong ways.

And now?

Takashi was going to squeeze every last drop of value out of them.

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Watching them leave, Takashi didn't feel a single worry about them snitching.

Why?

Because he had everything.

Their confession was recorded.

Their plans were logged.

Their targets were noted.

Their chances of escaping this? Lower than a gacha pull rate.

And their injuries? They weren't going anywhere anytime soon.

They had already told their parents they would be staying at a friend's place, working on their next project.

Which, technically, wasn't a lie.

They just didn't specify that their project involved ice packs and reevaluating every single decision they had made in life.

And their parents?

They didn't question a thing.

Why?

Because their sons were making money.

And if there's one universal truth, it's that people see what they want to see.

Even when the truth is staring them right in the face.

Grrr.

Takashi's stomach rumbled. Right. He needed to eat.

With a sigh, he slipped through the empty corridors like a ghost. He was still in the school. Had never left. After all, he had started his little session only after most students had gone home.

Reaching a window, his eyes flickered toward the building across from him, one floor down.

A lone figure walked along the pathway.

Takashi paused.

He knew that person.

The Magical Girl senior.

Taki Minase.

Takashi frowned. What's he doing here?

His mind spun for an explanation but came up blank.

Whatever. Not my problem.

Grrr.

His stomach growled again, louder this time.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it," he muttered.

No point standing around.

With practiced ease, he moved toward Gate 3, the one spot no guards ever bothered to patrol.

A quick glance. Coast clear.

Then, with effortless motion, he climbed the wall.

And moved.

He didn't think he would meet anyone.

But luck was not on his side.

Not standing, but on the ground.

Unconscious.

A female.

Wait a minute.

He knew her.

His mind raced.

He crouched, scanning her face more carefully.

Definitely familiar

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