[Steel Prison Big]: Shoko, where the hell are you?! Get over here and deal with this Hatsune Misumi!!!
[Steel Prison Big]: She came for you, so you deal with her yourself!!!
[Steel Prison Big]: Shoko??
[Steel Prison Big]: Toyokawa Shoko!!!!
The private messages he sent vanished like stones into the sea, not even causing a ripple.
No reply.
No response.
There was not even a "typing..." indicator. She was clearly determined to play dead to the bitter end.
Qianyi closed the Dimensional Chat Group and looked at the creature before him—a creature whose emotions had been repressed for far too long, then utterly detonated by strong alcohol, leaving her completely devoid of basic human reason.
Hatsune Misumi's eyes had lost their light. Sticky murmurs spilled from her mouth, and she lunged at him with reckless abandon. With how utterly twisted she looked, anyone would believe that her berserk state was even more terrifying than Heracles of the Berserker class!
Shoko, huh? Did you think I didn't know where you were right now?!
Just wait.
I'm coming to get you right now!!
"Hatsune, calm down." Qianyi pushed Hatsune Misumi away with one hand, forcing her off him. Then he clenched his left hand into a fist and, without the slightest tenderness, threw a clean, decisive punch.
—Bang!
A precise, resolute "physical calming punch," with its force controlled to perfection, landed solidly.
Hatsune Misumi, who had been berserk a second earlier with nothing but "Little Shoko" on her mind, let out a muffled groan and collapsed limply onto the sofa like a puppet with cut strings.
Hatsune's breathing gradually evened out, and she no longer muttered those sticky, frenzied whispers. Her white T-shirt had been pulled half-open during her desperate clinging and struggling earlier, its collar skewed to one side to reveal