"Bzzzz"

Asakusa Toru Tetsu pondered for a long time what Ayanokoji Atsuomi's appearance meant.

Was he merely a Membership Card to create a graduation CG animation, or did he have some other special significance?

He thought about it for a long time but still couldn't figure out what the point of this guy's appearance was.

So he quickly made peace with them.

This guy might really just be here to provide some perks, explain the situation, and create the final cut of the graduation CG.

After all, thinking about it carefully, it seems that among those in the White Room who fit his status and could get a good bowel movement, he is the most suitable one.

Unfortunately, recording is not allowed here, or rather, even if you did record, you couldn't take it out.

Otherwise, he really wanted to take Ayanokoji Atsuomi's line about "my White Room" out and show it to Ayanokoji Kiyotaka.

How interesting!

With a slight thought, the state was reset, and the environment around Asakusa Toru reorganized and distorted back into reality.

Sunlight streamed through the curtains and fell onto the bed.

The timing was perfect.

Daylight broke.

The churning stomach acid craved more nutrients, and the vanished Membership Card was replaced by a beautifully packaged 'graduation certificate'.

The master's four ink-wash characters were powerful and vigorous.

'Force is supreme'

"..." He glanced down at his graduation certificate, then Asakusa Toru stuffed it back into his Diary.

The calligraphy is beautiful, but now is not the time to appreciate it.

It's time to eat.

After finishing the meal, it's time to prepare to send Sakura's 'fans' on their way.

Rooftop.

Noon.

"... Why do you seem to have changed quite a bit in terms of your demeanor?"

Looking at Asakusa Toru, who was sitting casually beside her, enjoying the breeze and sunshine, having pulled out a deck chair from somewhere, Kushida Kikyo leaned down, sniffing slightly, and suddenly said.

I haven't seen him for just half a day, and the feeling he gives off has subtly changed. I wonder what he did after he went back last night.

The taste hasn't changed much, and it doesn't seem like any other woman's Sakiko that seamlessly followed after that.

"Don't you like it?" Asakusa Toru casually asked, lifting a strand of the girl's hair that fell down her back and lightly manipulating it in his hand.

Changes are inevitable. After all, although only half a day has passed in real time, he has actually fought with Ayanokoji Kiyotaka for hundreds of days.

Even after preparing and adjusting myself for a period of time, it's still difficult to easily return to my original lazy state.

"Change the subject." With a light hum, Kushida Kikyo didn't press the matter further.

This guy clearly wasn't going to answer, just like last time when he left her hanging by his own name saying he had something to do, and she still had no idea what he'd gone off to do.

"Sakura didn't come with us?" Asakusa Toru glanced in the direction Kushida Kikyo had come from; the electronic door, devoid of any light, remained smoothly closed.

While Asakusa Toru was letting her comb his hair, Kushida Kikyo's small hands were also restless, lifting the hem of someone's clothes.

Feel your abs.

"She was afraid of being too conspicuous following me." Kushida Kikyo smiled slightly, seemingly in a good mood. "She texted me saying she'd be a little later."

Last time, Sakura Airi had already gone to great lengths to bring her to her room. It would be too conspicuous for her to openly follow the Angel of the grade to the rooftop.

Well, the one who stands out isn't Kushida Kikyo, it's Sakura Airi.

Hesitant steps, flustered expression, head bowed.

Everyone would instinctively glance at it; it couldn't be more conspicuous.

The more you lower your head and silently tell yourself "Don't look at me, don't look at me," the more likely you are to attract attention.

On the contrary, those who don't care about others' opinions can quickly blend into the crowd and disappear as long as they slightly suppress their sunny aura.

This is based on Kushida Kikyo's experience.

Of course, that's true, but it would be too unnatural to ask Sakura Airi to stand up straight. Besides, given her figure, any man would be drawn to her if she straightened her back.

On the contrary, her current hunched posture is more in line with her expectations of herself.

For Sakura Airi, that's enough.

"..." Not long after, just before the sunlight became scorching, the door was carefully pushed open.

Sakura Airi appeared, peeking out cautiously.

"I, I'm here..." she said softly, afraid of disturbing whoever she didn't know.

Upon her arrival, Asakusa Toru first casually pointed to the power switch on the side, indicating that she should turn on the power and lock the door. After the red access control light came on, he and Kushida Kikyo stopped their restrained actions, which, although they had some physical contact, felt like they were doing something sneaky in public, and became more open and unrestrained.

'Hug'

While we wouldn't actually use this place as a fortress, we still need to maintain a friendly, approachable demeanor.

"Ugh..." The meek and submissive little girl stammered, unable to utter a word.

But before she could continue to stand there awkwardly, Kushida's mother's large hand began to exert force.

"Coming over here--"

Kushida Kikyo realized that even though only a day had passed, she had inexplicably begun to dislike Sakura Airi's pitiful, submissive demeanor.

It looks so congested.

Instead of seeing her in such a pitiful state, it would be better to give her some of someone else's excess energy.

Anyway, this guy is easily satisfied with just the smallest bit of happiness.

"Mmm..." Forced into Asakusa Toru's arms and nestled next to Kushida Kikyo, feeling the heat rising from her body, Sakura Airi, her neck slightly flushed, murmured with a silly laugh, "Hehehe..."

See? It's so simple, yet so satisfying.

But... to be honest, it's getting a bit hot.

This weather is getting worse and worse.

Thinking of this, although she felt a little reluctant to interrupt Sakura Airi's little moment of happiness, she still couldn't help but pat Asakusa Toru's thigh.

"Let's get down to business. Is there really a valid reason to come back to this godforsaken place like the rooftop?" she muttered.

Chapter 167 "Buzzing"

"Weak constitution." Reaching in, Asakusa Toru stirred his fingertips and said, "Cold constitution."

"Physically weak."

"Get some sun and sweat it out."

Hearing this, Kushida Kikyo looked up and rolled her eyes at him. "I already sweat enough in bed."

"Stop with the nonsense, get to the point. You're not really planning to do this here, are you?"

Just thinking about it makes me feel hot. It was fine when she came half a month ago, there was a breeze from time to time, but for some reason it's exceptionally hot today.

"If you want, you can." As soon as he finished speaking, Asakusa Toru's left hand was locked, and his free right hand casually wrapped around Sakura's waist, but he did not make any further moves.

The fingertips of her left hand were already damp, and the sensation clearly showed that the girl close to her wasn't actually that 'impatient' at the moment.

Or rather, the direction she was so eager to take needed a slight turn.

However, Asakusa Toru Tetsu had no intention of doing it here.

I didn't bring any spare clothes, and walking around in that sticky feeling was really uncomfortable.

To unlock new locations' CGs, try doing it late at night when it's quiet; his mother Kushida, will definitely find that more exciting.

Today, we'll do what he already planned to do.

"But not now." Before Kushida Kikyo could respond with a yes or no, Asakusa Toru said, flipping through his terminal with his right hand.

The blog message board, which had been open for some time, was displayed on the screen.

Did you notice us making eye contact? I did.

Asakusa Toru's fingertip lingered on that sentence.

"Now, let's talk about how to deal with this guy," he said.

Following his words, Sakura Airi lowered her head and looked at the screen.

So, her body trembled slightly, and a sense of tension suddenly spread throughout her body.

"Waaah..." the little victim whimpered, sounding utterly pathetic.

Kushida Kikyo also glanced down.

Upon seeing it, she frowned. "What the heck?"

"Stalker?"

"Wow, are there really people like this in this lousy school?"

"The trash from Class D... it shouldn't be." After briefly filtering the information in her mind, she shook her head. "Nobody in the class cares about your Sakura mom; after all, with her glasses on, she really does have that kind of invisible feel to her."

"Teacher..." Kushida Kikyo paused slightly, thinking of the diary entry she had written criticizing the first-year homeroom teacher.

One normal person and three God-man at different levels.

But there are probably no stalkers among them.

So...

"Is it a staff member?" That was her final answer.

A simple process of elimination.

"...Hmm." The little pushover nodded slightly. "Yes, at the electronics retail store...front desk."

"I realized it when I bought the camera as soon as I enrolled in school, so I never dared to get close to it again."

But as time went on, this guy became increasingly outrageous.

"He sent me a lot of harassing letters." She bit her lower lip, perhaps because she could clearly feel Asakusa Toru's body temperature close to her. Although she still looked like a wronged child, she was surprised to find that she could express the anxiety that had been building up in her heart very smoothly.

"So, the evidence and witnesses are all there?" After Sakura Airi identified the target, Asakusa Toru put away his Personal Terminal.

It's relatively easy to get results from handwriting analysis, and online discourse isn't simply a matter of anonymity guaranteeing complete safety.

The opponent's hand of cards that could be used to crush you was actually given to you by them from the very beginning.

He could easily lose his job simply by reporting him to the school.

"But that's not enough," he said.

"My vengefulness is actually a little bit strong."

"Simply making him lose his job would be too lenient."

Asakusa Toru paused slightly, then raised his right hand and placed it on Sakura Airi's head, gently stroking the little, timid head through her smooth, long hair.

"I won't feel at ease until I've completely crushed him."

Sakura Airi's mood improved slightly after feeling her head being patted, but then she heard Asakusa Toru's menacing words and shrank back a bit.

"Ugh..." She hesitated, "Won't... we'll... get revenge...?"

"If you don't trample him to death, you might actually get retaliated against." Kushida Kikyo rolled her eyes.

That little coward is so naive.

"A guy like him, who's probably got a dark side, wouldn't obediently go back to the right path if he got expelled for reporting something." Glancing at Sakura's 'brain' on his chest, Kushida Kikyo sighed, "If he really gets expelled, he'll just wait outside the school gate until you graduate and follow you home."

"It's unimaginable what someone might do after harboring resentment for three whole years since being fired."

People who are so repressed that they develop an extreme fascination with online idols are often the ones most capable of doing the most unimaginable things.

Therefore, Kushida Kikyo actually strongly agreed with Asakusa Toru's idea.