I'm Still Too Moral (Continued)

"Aaaaah--" Then, he suddenly grabbed his hair, his fingernails leaving bloody marks on his scalp. "Get out! Get out of my head!"

Suddenly, all the sound disappeared.

The room fell into a deathly silence.

Shop assistant A, panting heavily, slumped to the ground, her shirt soaked with sweat that clung stickily to her back.

He trembled as he reached for the bedside table, wanting to drink some water to calm down.

"Buzzing--"

The mosquitoes are buzzing again.

He felt like he was suffocating, as if someone had grabbed his neck tightly and forcefully, choking him.

It's just a mosquito! It's just a mosquito!

"Aaaaaaah--"

A frantic sound drifted through the door, softly and quietly reaching the outside.

Asakusa Toru's lips curled into a slight smile.

That's enough for today.

He wasn't going to spend the whole day on this person.

In fact, the soundproofing of the Advanced Nurturing dormitories is quite good. After all, it's funded by the government, so it's unlikely that the walls would be made to let in drafts from all sides.

Otherwise, Ms. Kushida wouldn't have dared to 'sing' loudly in the middle of the night.

However, even the best soundproofing is still only for dormitories.

Improving physical fitness involves more than just enhancing strength.

Asakusa Toru's hearing is equally acute, and combined with his seemingly useless but actually somewhat useful Absolute Pitch, he can pinpoint the other person's location even in a corridor if he calms down a little.

In this way, the buzzing sound produced by Voice Transmission in a precise direction can reach the other person's ear.

Of course, this system still has some minor flaws.

When clerk A starts making a frantic noise and shifts position, he has to readjust his direction and is forced to stop the buzzing sound supplied to clerk A.

But it doesn't matter.

He couldn't discover this characteristic.

If he had discovered this, he wouldn't be a stalker shop assistant who's obsessed with his idols.

I estimate that if this continues for another two days, it will be enough to drive him insane.

Thinking about it this way, maybe losing an arm or a leg is actually a blessing in disguise for this guy.

... not good.

We still need to reflect on this.

I admit I went a bit too far.

It's all Ayanokoji Kiyotaka's fault.

It's all the fault of the White Room.

Violence takes root, and the semblance of order crumbles.

However, losing an arm or a leg might not be a big deal.

After all, if Ryuen could break a classmate's leg, it would be a bit too moral for him not to do something like that.

"Buzzing--"

The buzzing of mosquitoes echoed in her ears, but shop assistant A was already numb to it.

This is the umpteenth day that the buzzing of mosquitoes has been echoing in my ears.

He suspected he was cursed.

He originally intended to find a fortune-telling shop in the shopping mall, but when he arrived at the shop's location, he suddenly remembered that fortune-telling activities were not fixed. In order to meet students' needs for various activities that they could not do outside the school, such as concerts or amusement parks, the school would occasionally organize different activities.

Divination is one of them.

Whether or not a divination will be performed this year is still uncertain, and he can't find a diviner to help him break the curse.

He has tried countless methods found online over the past few days, but none of them have worked.

Mosquitoes buzz at fixed times, just like they're going to work.

The only thing that brings me a moment of peace is going back to my dorm after get off work and repeatedly refreshing 'Shizuku's' blog, trying to see more photos to soothe my soul.

However, these past few days, 'Shizuku' has shown no intention of updating her blog at all.

Yes, are you having difficulties with your studies? I had the same problem during the midterms, but the exams just ended recently, right?

Did you get a boyfriend?

No, no, how could that be? How could you allow it?

Shizuku, Shizuku, Shizuku is mine--

"Buzzing--"

Perhaps it's because of the constant buzzing in my ears.

Even when I'm not at work, even in the middle of the night, I can hear the buzzing of mosquitoes playing in my ears as if it's an auditory hallucination.

He definitely has some kind of mental problem.

As expected, it's because Shizuku hasn't reciprocated my feelings, isn't it?

For no apparent reason, shop assistant A had this thought.

As expected, I guess I still need to confess in person to get a response, right?

Sending a letter or something is too cowardly.

I need to express my love more directly!

Just as I made up my mind to do something, my terminal rang.

"You've been caught. Pack your bags and prepare to resign," the superior's calm voice rang out.

Suddenly, clerk A gripped the terminal tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.

The superior's voice continued through the receiver:

"Students have reported that you have been stalking and harassing them for a long time, and the school has already verified the handwriting sample..."

"Buzzing--"

The buzzing of mosquitoes and auditory hallucinations reached their peak at this moment, and sticky sweat slid down his face, which was contorted with emotion.

Click.

A shattered sound echoed in my heart.

I was reported for long-term stalking and harassment.

Who can report me? Who would report me?

There is only one name in my heart.

One he regarded as a faith, one whose posters were plastered all over his house, and one he believed was his destiny.

Photo idol.

Shizuku.

She ignored my feelings, got a boyfriend, betrayed the expectations of her fans, and even turned around and reported them.

Without offering any explanation, the fact that her superior had issued such a notification meant that her letter had indeed reached the school.

No amount of saying anything can change anything.

"..."

The buzzing of mosquitoes continued, but the expression on the shop assistant A's face had already completely collapsed.

Standing in front of the counter, he looked completely dazed.

Ah well, anyway, his Advanced Nurturing professional career is over.

Why not do something crazy at the end?

He knows Shizuku-chan's dormitory address perfectly.

"Phew..." Emerging from the shadows and watching clerk A's swaying gait, Asakusa Toru let out a long sigh, "It's about time to wrap this up."

What a waste of his time.

They painstakingly created a buzzing sound to harass the other party and disrupt his mind. When he was on the verge of a mental breakdown, they simply had Kushida make a report call and kick him hard, extorting money from the school before finally settling things off.

In the final moments of his mental breakdown, the actions and decisions he instinctively makes will directly determine how Asakusa Toru treats him.

Those who instinctively turn to evil will perish, and those who instinctively cower will meet their end.

It all depends on whether he intends to save face for himself.

"..." Looking at the direction that clerk A was heading, Asakusa Toru sighed softly, sentencing him to death.

Shop assistant A walked unsteadily, but with unusual determination, towards the student dormitory.

He carried a small utility knife in his pocket—a utility knife that posed no threat to a healthy man, but its sharp edge alone was enough to hold a vulnerable girl hostage.

He usually only used this knife to unpack packages, but he never expected it would come in handy at this time.

It really does take having the right tools.

Having a knife in my hand made me feel much more at ease, and even the auditory hallucination of mosquitoes fading away a bit.

"Betrayal, betrayal, betrayal..." the murmured words repeated in his mouth, "Punishment, punishment, punishment..."

We can't let him continue down this path.

Asakusa Toru glanced at the surrounding cameras, pondering how to create an opportunity for 'self-defense'.

Although I attacked his mind with a mosquito-like buzzing, it just didn't feel right if I didn't actually punch him.

If we don't beat him up now, we'll never have another chance.

He was probably holding a knife in his pocket, but someone of this 'weakness' wouldn't be able to hurt him in the slightest, let alone with a small knife or even a large cleaver.

After struggling for a moment, Asakusa Toru placed his hand on the voice changer at his collar.

Switch to Sakura's voice.

"I found that shop assistant disgusting before, and now that she's finally leaving, I'm so glad you're here, otherwise I don't know what I would have done."

"Mmm, kiss, darling—"

A sickeningly sweet voice entered her ears, and even the shop assistant, A, instinctively felt a moment of pleasure.

But his happiness quickly faded.

Because this is definitely not the kind of sound he would make.

It was a fawning voice directed at a complete stranger!

It's disgusting! She rejects her fans who support her, but will she still lift her skirt for other men?

Anger was building up.

My steps faltered, my brain subconsciously ignoring why I could hear such a sound; I simply turned my body instinctively toward the direction from which the sound seemed to originate.

On the wide road, he clearly saw a man who could attract attention at a glance.

Ah, that's the face! The kind of face that attracts all women, the kind that makes women flock around you.

It's disgusting.

I really want to slash him to pieces.

Ah, well, let's just slash it now.

With a cold smile playing on his lips, clerk A gripped the knife tighter and moved closer to Asakusa Toru.