Resolving the Tennoji Group Member's Hidden Danger, Two Recording Pens...

That evening, Tennoji Kaede arrived as promised near the electronics store at the Beech Shopping Center.

Shifting into his "Slaanesh" form in an instant, Kaede found a moment when no passersby were around and entered the store.

"Yo~ Otaku Brother, I'm here to pick up my stuff as promised. You didn't disappoint me, did you?"

A sharp glint flashed in the Stalker Clerk's eyes. On the surface, he bowed and scraped, saying, "Of course, of course! This voice recorder just had some loose internal components. I've completely fixed it, guaranteed to work!"

Kaede nodded with satisfaction, picked up the voice recorder, and was eager to leave.

"Um! Did you forget to pay the repair points...?"

The pleading voice from behind Kaede gradually faded into inaudibility.

He turned around, extremely displeased, with a thoroughly roguish air, "Huh? Otaku Brother, you're saying you want to charge me money? You think you're getting bold just because I asked you to do a job!?"

"Try saying that again!!"

"No, no, no, it's free, it's free... I fixed it for Mr. Ishizaki voluntarily, just making a friend, hehe, hehe..."

"Tch, what a hassle."

As if suddenly remembering something, Kaede forced the Stalker Clerk to set a "sky-high" repair fee of 100 points. He then reluctantly paid.

"Don't think I'm letting you work for free, got it?"

"Yes, yes, yes..." he thought bitterly.

A mere 100 points, not even enough to dismiss a beggar, this stingy bastard! Just you wait!

Kaede snorted twice. As he approached the store entrance, he picked up a phone call.

Instantly, Kaede's attitude changed completely. "Haha, great! Little Shizuku, I'm coming right over..."

The Stalker Clerk, overhearing this, became as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

She's mine!!!

I can't... I can't let her be taken by this kind of person again...

The Otaku Brother revealed a sinister expression and took out a special display instrument from the counter drawer.

It had a screen similar to a tracker...

After winding and turning through the Beech Shopping Center, Kaede arrived at the hidden, unmonitored road where he had met Horikita Manabu privately last time.

Along the way, Kaede had already used various anti-reconnaissance methods to confirm the target he was secretly tracking, who was not far behind him.

The sky was now a vast expanse of sunset, on the verge of night.

In the eyes of the Stalker Clerk—Kamiki Ansei—the alleyway where "Ishizaki Daichi" had entered was pitch black.

There was no one around. Kamiki kept a watchful eye.

This place... it doesn't seem to have any surveillance?

He was both surprised and delighted.

Actually, before coming here, he had been very nervous, completely unsure of what to do.

After all, time was tight, and the repair and modification had taken up a lot of it.

He had also been immersed in the pain of being "betrayed" by the person he loved...

Now, he felt he still had a chance!

Kamiki lurked at the corner of the entrance to the dark corridor.

He could vaguely see the shadowy movements of a man and a woman in the dead end of the corridor.

"I'm sorry! Let go of me! Let go of me..."

Kamiki was completely certain that this was Sakura's scream!

He could hear it clearly!

No one wanted to hear that sound more than he did!

Damn you, Ishizaki...

"Crack!"

Suddenly, there was a sound like a bottle breaking.

"Ah! You damn b*tch, you..."

Kamiki had not expected the situation to escalate so rapidly in just a few minutes.

No more noise?

No, there was still Little Shizuku's faint crying...

What about Ishizaki?

Could it be...?

He inexplicably recalled a plot often seen in anime, and an evil desire surged to the forefront of his mind!

Kamiki Heart pounded in his chest. After confirming he was alone, he mustered his courage and quietly entered.

At this moment, his mind was filled with Little Shizuku's increasingly close crying...

Closer, so close...

In Kamiki's Eyes, he could vaguely see a man collapsed by the wall, and a woman lying on the ground with her clothes in disarray.

He still didn't dare to turn on his terminal's light, trembling as he aimed the faint glow of the screen at "Ishizaki Daichi."

Thump thump thump!

He stumbled back several steps, startled, and even Little Shizuku's crying seemed to quiet down.

There was blood!

There was blood on his head!

This damned "Ishizaki Daichi"... he really had been knocked unconscious!

Kamiki couldn't suppress his joy. He took out the camera he was carrying and snapped a photo of "Ishizaki Daichi's" miserable state as evidence.

Then, he turned his man-eating gaze to Little Shizuku, who was lying on the ground.

Her scattered pink hair, her proud feminine features, and her moving cries just now...

There was no mistake!

He leaned forward slightly, slowly approaching, his voice fervent, "Sakura... Sakura-san, I've come to save you... I'm your biggest fan! You should remember me, right!?"

Sakura Airi seemed terrified. She covered her face with one hand and her chest with the other, her legs curled as she scrambled backward on the ground, like a startled beautiful snake.

"Hoo... I... I like you, Airi! I went through all this trouble to save you... a little reward wouldn't be too much to ask, right!"

With that, amidst a flash of light, he suddenly lunged at Sakura-san on the ground.

"Then take this!!!"

"Sakura" delivered a swift kick, hitting the otaku's chest right in front of him!

"Waaahhhhhh!"

As Kamiki flew backward through the air, he was violently kicked away again from the left by a leg that suddenly cut in!!

"A----!!"

Like a game of kickball, Kaede's kick slammed into Kamiki's gut, silencing him.

Kamiki Ansei tumbled continuously onto the grass by the wall, looking utterly pathetic, and took a mouthful of the fragrant natural earth.

"What a disgusting guy... to think he's the one who's been bothering Airi. Unforgivable!"

Taking off the pink wig and some special costume props, Ibuki Mio angrily walked over to the "corpse" of the otaku and kicked him in the groin several more times.

"Ahhh!!!"

Kaede, wiping the red paint from his face, said, "Stop kicking him, let's pull him up. I still have some questions."

Tennoji Kaede now had "blood" on his forehead and a fierce aura, looking very much like a pure-blooded Class C student.

Ibuki, though small, was strong and lifted the otaku brother up.

Kaede patted his face familiarly, then searched him, taking his terminal, camera, and a special device.

From the terminal, Kaede transferred all of Kamiki's Private Points.

"You don't earn a bad salary," Kaede nodded, another million points in hand.

"You... Ishizaki..."

The cashier was filled with terror. He could clearly see now that he had been set up today.

Kaede said, "Mr. Kamiki Ansei, you first attacked me with a wine bottle, and then you attempted to assault Miss Ibuki here..."

"You're spouting nonsense! I didn't!"

Kaede produced the miniature camera he had confiscated from Kushida last time and showed the photo of his own bleeding head from the camera.

"Look, the evidence is conclusive!"

Kaede continued, "Also, those harassing letters you sent to Sakura Airi's dorm before, did you really think I wouldn't have video evidence? You're in this business, didn't you even scout the locations of the dorm's surveillance cameras beforehand?"

"I... I never sent any letters! You're framing me!"

He shouted wildly, as if he had lost his mind.

"Although this school is completely enclosed, the IP address for your threatening comments on 'Little Shizuku's' Twitter can probably be traced back to you.

"My companion is currently collecting evidence at your shop. I'm curious, what evidence will he find?"

Kaede tore down his mental defenses step by step.

Kamiki's legs began to tremble violently...

Heh, Kaede finally, with a cold laugh, gently pulled out the repaired voice recorder from his pocket.

Kamiki stared blankly, awaiting his judgment...

Kaede looked down at him and stated with certainty, "You secretly installed a tracker in here, didn't you?"

"Kamiki, your life is over."

Kamiki fell to his knees.

Checkmate!