Editing BlazBlue:Bloodedge Experience Part 1 Chapter 5 (section)

===Part 1===

The square window outside had turned dark sometime during her work, and the veil of night had completely fallen. She realized that time had passed much faster than she thought when she finally started to see the end of her work. She had been so focused on her task that her shoulders and back ached, and she leaned back in her chair and stretched her arms wide.
Then, she glanced at the round clock on the wall beside the whiteboard and was surprised.

"What time is it already?! Oh, no..." She had been working with her back to the clock, so she hadn't noticed. Haruka sat up straight, twisted in her chair, and widened her eyes at the time. She needed to get home soon or she would be too late to prepare dinner.However, she was almost done. She thought about coming back early tomorrow morning to finish up, but…

"I can finish this in another hour. Let's do it!" She was the kind of person who believed in finishing what she started today. She took a sip of green tea from the bottle beside her and, with renewed vigor, pulled the next document towards her.

That's when it happened.

"Huh?" The door to the student council room suddenly opened. Haruka turned around in surprise, and a familiar teacher entered.

"Oh, Isa-san. I'm sorry for keeping you waiting so late." It was already thirty minutes past the official closing time. The reason Haruka could stay so late without worrying was because Isa, who was in charge of the keys, had told her to use the room as long as she needed.

"No, it's fine. So, how are you doing? Almost finished?" Isa looked around the student council room, his tone much softer than he usually was in class. He was carrying a large bag. He probably planned to go home as soon as Haruka was finished.

"I'm sorry, just a little more." She wondered if she was staying too late. With that thought in mind, Haruka returned to her desk to try to make some progress.

“Hayami, you’re doing great. Staying late all by yourself,” he said.

"No, it's nothing." It felt strange being praised by Isa. She smiled vaguely and continued writing. As she extracted the necessary information from the documents, Haruka suddenly remembered something. "By the way, Isa-san, you were absent yesterday. Were you feeling unwell?"

"Oh, no," came a reply with a hint of a smile, as if he had forgotten until it was mentioned. "Actually, my health has been quite good lately."

Haruka felt a shiver run down her spine at the way he laughed, as if the words were caught in his throat.

And then it happened. The sound of the student council room door locking. Haruka stopped and turned around.

"..Isa-san?" Isa was inside the student council room. He stood with his back to the locked door and slowly approached Haruka, his gaze fixed on her.

"Do you know... that right now, just the two of us are in this school?" Isa, who usually had a stern expression, smiled wickedly. His tired eyes held an unusually intense light. 
Haruka jumped up from her chair with a start. Something was wrong with Isa. Feeling an instinctive sense of danger, she ran towards the back door of the classroom. She pulled the door to open it, but it was locked.

"No way, why..." The door hadn't been locked from this side. Frantically, she pulled it again and again, then realized. It was locked from the other side.

At the sound of a small noise, Haruka turned around in surprise. She saw Isa setting up what looked like a camera on the desk. For a moment, her gaze shifted from Haruka to the camera. Determined to escape, Haruka sprinted toward the front door, but Isa quickly noticed and spread his arms to block her.

"Where are you going, Haruka-kun...?" 

"Get away from me, Isa-san!" Haruka looked at Isa sternly, her voice trembling as she shouted. But Isa only smiled more deeply. He took a step closer, as if to corner her. Haruka took a step back. Breathing heavily, Isa reached for his clothes and began to awkwardly remove his wrinkled shirt.

She couldn't bear to look. Haruka let out a strangled cry and shrank back, covering her face with her hands. She heard the sound of his belt buckle being undone. The sound of the zipper being lowered, followed by the sound of his pants being discarded.

"Isa-san... please stop..." Haruka trembled violently. A paralyzing fear gripped her. She couldn't escape. She didn't know how to escape.

"Haruka-kun. Look at me," Isa said in a threatening tone. Haruka, trembling, slowly lifted her face.

"Ah!" She let out a sudden scream and covered her mouth with her hands. 

Isa, now stripped naked, stood there in a bizarre form. His stomach sagged in a way typical of most middle-aged men, but not completely. He stood there, his exposed flesh partially concealed by a perverse, black leather harness. In his hand, he held a whip with a number of leather belts attached to its black handle, which he had probably taken out of a bag. Isa held it out to Haruka. 

“Come on, Haruka-kun, beat me with this!”

“Wha- what are you saying?”

“Beat me and insult me. Pig, this pig, this happy pig! Oh, I don't care what you do to me!” 

Overwhelmed by the situation, Haruka's fear receded like a wave for a moment. Instead, she was engulfed in confusion and bewilderment. Her thoughts came to a halt. ''‘What is he saying?’''

“P... pig?”

“Yes! Exactly! Keep going! Oh wait, I almost forgot...!"

Haruka stood there, bewildered. Isa, realizing he had slipped into a trance-like state, panicked and then switched to a state of urgency. Grabbing the bag at his feet, he pulled out a black object. Holding it with both hands, he spread it out.

It was a costume designed to resemble a swimsuit, but with a far more intricate and suggestive design, intended to expose the wearer in a sexually provocative manner. It was a female bondage outfit, even more sexually suggestive than the one Isa was already wearing. When Haruka realized what it was, her confusion melted away, replaced by a dawning understanding of Isa's intentions.

And so, Isa made his request. 'Now, Haruka-sama, please put this on. I prepared it especially for you... here!'”

“N-no way! Absolutely not!" Haruka shook her head vigorously, her whole body rejecting the idea. But Isa, undeterred, inched closer and closer. It was a repulsive sight. Feeling her blood run cold, Haruka rallied and ran again, desperate to put distance between herself and Isa. But Isa grabbed her arm, even though he shouldn't have been that close yet.

"No..." 

"Put it on... You will wear it!" 

"No!" Isa pulled hard on Haruka's arm as she struggled to break free. It was an incredible strength. Her body was easily dragged over to his side.

Isa pushed Haruka down onto the row of desks. Holding her resisting wrists together, he pressed them against the cold surface, tearing her sailor uniform blouse apart from the collar in one swift motion.

"Kyaa!" Haruka let out a loud scream at the loud sound of the cloth tearing. Isa threw away the white cloth he had torn off. The large tear ran diagonally across the uniform, exposing Haruka's pale pink bra and white skin. Touching her soft belly with the palm of her hand, Isa gave a sly smile.

“Come on, Haruka-sama, let’s get dressed!” Isa's hand slid across her skin and reached for Haruka's skirt. Haruka struggled desperately, writhing on the desk. Her skin was ripe with a bad feeling.

“N… Naoto-kun… Naoto-kun!”

She tried desperately to kick Isa away, her trembling body moving with all its might. But she was trapped between Isa and the desk. His fingers brushed against the hook of her skirt. “No, Naoto-kun! Help meeee!” she cried out. 

“Roger that!"

Haruka closed her eyes tightly and screamed. The next moment, the door to the student council room was blown open. Naoto kicked the door down and burst in. He leaped over the fallen door and punched Isa right in the face. His fist, which had turned crimson in mid-air, sank deep into Isa's nose. Isa, who had been holding Haruka down, was blown back and fell to the floor. Naoto pulled Haruka away from the desk. 

"Naoto-kun...? Is this real...?" Haruka stared at Naoto blankly and collapsed to the floor. Naoto patted her on the head. 

"Perfect timing, wasn't it?" She forced a smile, but as soon as Naoki touched her head, she burst into tears, her composure shattered. "Naoto... Naoto..." she sobbed, her voice cracking. She buried her face in her hands and cried uncontrollably. 

Naoto tried to comfort her, "It's okay now. Don't cry." But when he leaned in, she clung to his neck and wept even harder.

Supporting his weight against her, Naoto gently placed his hand on Haruka's head. It had been a long time since he saw her cry like this. Haruka didn't usually cry much. When she was sad, she could say she was sad; when she felt lonely, she could express her loneliness. Because of that, she often smiled in front of others. She believed that having even a little more time smiling peacefully, rather than lamenting and grieving, made both herself and others happier. Naoto couldn't even begin to count how much peace he had received from her smile. But now, Haruka…

She was crying, overwhelmed by emotions she couldn’t even express in words. The sensation of her cold tears seeped into Naoto’s chest.

“...I’m sorry. Just sleep for a bit.” Whispering softly in Haruka's ear as she clung to him, Naoto slid his hand from her head to her neck. He applied a little pressure with his fingertips. Suddenly, Haruka lost all strength from her body and leaned against Naoto. He carried Haruka to the corner of the student council room and laid her down on the floor. 
Haruka was unconscious. Naoto took off his school uniform jacket and covered her torn clothes as if she were a crying child who had fallen asleep.

“You bastard…”

Fury bubbled up from the depths of his stomach as Naoto turned to see Isa on the other side of the classroom, holding his face and writhing in pain. He felt like he was about to vomit. Looking down at the man in the bondage suit, moaning incoherently as his nose flowed with blood, Naoto roared with burning passion.

“How long have you been doing this? Get up! I’ll beat you up as much as you want, so come at me, you masochistic bastard!”