Please, Please (Continued)

If she could regain her health, she thought she might be able to kneel and beg anyone for it.

Humiliation, disgrace, but if possible--

... But such a joke about Succubus is still a bit too much.

She doesn't remember the details clearly, she couldn't possibly remember them clearly, and she doesn't want to remember them clearly at all.

Since she can't actually do it in real life, what's the difference between memorizing it thoroughly and watching a movie she found right now?

The difference is that the female protagonist is actually herself?

It can only stimulate the body, specifically the heart.

So it's better not to think about it.

After discarding the messy, third-rate content, the remaining keywords in the dream are quite intriguing.

One is Shiina, who, unsurprisingly, is the NPC that guy in the Diary likes the most, Shiina Hiyori from Class C.

The other one is naturally Ryuen, whose gender was changed and thrown into her own dream, where she was given the name Ryuen Shoko... It's as if her identity has been reversed, and she now has a 'woman' who is the chairman's father.

Both of them are in Class C.

Sakayanagi Arisu seriously suspected that the other person might be hiding in Class C.

She had previously suspected Wang Meiyu from Class D, and then several men from Class Ichinose, but now, she was starting to suspect Class C.

Why?

Because it was obvious that he didn't care about the school at all.

If he cared, he wouldn't casually leak exam rules, and he wouldn't repeatedly create chaos at the school.

While Class A may indeed appear to be the class that benefits the most, conversely, Class C might also be the class best suited for hiding.

"..."

Let's put the issue of identity aside for now; what's important is tonight's dream.

In her dream, she still arrived at the Advanced Nurturing.

Was it because the other party was too lazy to make up stories about other schools, so they simply chose the Advanced Nurturing they were most familiar with, or did they deliberately choose the Advanced Nurturing as the stage for their dream?

Sakayanagi Arisu thinks it might be both.

In his homework diary, he clearly expressed his dissatisfaction with his status and power, especially criticizing the preferential treatment his father received as the chairman of the board.

She admitted that perhaps some of the things said in it did make some sense.

But to put it bluntly, as a beneficiary of the existing system, even if she did enjoy some convenience as a result, there is absolutely no possibility of her turning around and acknowledging, reflecting on, or examining things from the other party's perspective.

Identity determines stance. Her blood relationship with her father cannot be changed, nor can her father's position as chairman of the board. This is the fact, and no matter what she says, it will be wrong.

It's pointless to let her experience what it feels like to be oppressed by those in power.

... Hmm, it's pointless.

Sakayanagi Arisu released the little yellow duck from her hand and gently pushed it across the water's surface.

The little ducklings floated downstream with a whooshing sound.

"Even if Ryuen becomes some kind of young lady, I won't feel anything," she sighed.

It would actually be funny.

Ryuen is fundamentally different from himself. If he is merely indulging in the convenience brought by his father's paving the way, Ryuen, in the same position, would only act more recklessly and arrogantly.

Ultimately, compared to real spoiled brats, Sakayanagi Arisu was a breath of fresh air.

Whom did she suppress? Whom did she bully? How much of her power did she wield?

She was furious because she hadn't done anything wrong but was being labeled like that.

With her legs bent and her waist bent, and her hands wrapped around her legs, Sakayanagi Arisu submerged her lips and teeth beneath the surface of the water.

"Gurgle gurgle gurgle..."

A series of bubbles rose to the surface.

She raised her head, raised her fingertips, wiped away the water droplets clinging to her lips, Sakayanagi Arisu her eyes.

A blurry image appeared before her eyes, and she tried to fill in the details and outline the shape into the fragmented impression.

Golden hair, a full figure, and a cheerful smile.

The rather eerie young lady of the Koenji was depicted.

That's not what I want.

Reopen your eyes to reset, then close them again to recall.

Long, fiery red hair; tall, slender waist, and long legs; a gloomy and aloof expression.

Ryuen Shoko appeared before my eyes.

... That's not it either.

Sakayanagi Arisu didn't have the energy to swear anymore. Although she had just woken up from a dream and hadn't taken a long bath, she just couldn't muster any energy.

Perhaps it's a feeling of powerlessness.

The Diary contained a whole bunch of random, nonsensical things. It had been going on since the first day of school, including things like the past and future, time travelers, and how you could win rewards just by writing in your diary.

It sounds so unreal.

The Diary is indeed special, but that's all that's special about Diary.

This was the initial idea.

After all, this person has always adhered to the idea of hiding themselves, keeping it well hidden and always keeping a low profile, giving the impression of a sinister person who dares not reveal their identity.

That's why Sakayanagi Arisu never really thought highly of him.

At first, I just treated him as a joke, then I became a little more serious and started paying attention to the information he revealed, and later I started to take this enemy seriously and try to fight him.

Her attitude had actually been subtly changing over time.

Now, Sakayanagi Arisu understands completely that she can no longer think like that.

He can enter dreams.

He can manipulate dreams.

It can make you believe in your dreams that you are Succubus, actually absorb some kind of essence, and completely immerse yourself in the dream without knowing it.

... It's truly disheartening.

Sakayanagi Arisu, began to consider retiring.

The early diaries mostly contained other people's dark histories, past experiences that others were unwilling to reveal, their personality flaws, and some small pieces of school information.

To put it bluntly, what she wrote down were things that Sakayanagi Arisu believed she could do herself if she put in a little more effort.

Of course, this isn't just made up out of thin air; the school has collected all of this information—people's past experiences, their embarrassing histories.

Otherwise, what's the basis for the school's class assignments?

The intelligence gathering capabilities and established networks at the school level allow them to uncover far more than one might imagine.

Instead of making wild guesses, assumptions, or calculations out of thin air, we should strive to obtain this information from the school.

She can do it too.

There's simply no need for it.

You don't even need a school. If you're lucky enough to know in advance who in the neighborhood is going to attend Advanced Nurturing Education, you can use that information to write down some impressive-sounding information.

Going a step further, one could simply announce that they've found someone to act out a play with, crafting a plausible, appropriate, sensational, and attention-grabbing scenario to portray the farce between the whistleblower and the exposed.

There are many possible associations and endless possibilities for imagination.

Rather than easily gaining trust from a few words and believing everything written by others, and accepting those 'setups' wholesale, it's better to accept them completely.

Sakayanagi Arisu preferred to believe this explanation, which she could accept.

But now it seems she has no choice but to accept that what he said was true.

Whether or not one can extract abilities is another matter, whether or not one is a time traveler is yet another matter, and whether or not one understands the future is yet another matter.

But he can actually 'punish' himself in his dreams.

That--

Do I need to kneel?

Almost uncontrollably, the thought popped into Sakayanagi Arisu's mind.

It's not admitting defeat, nor is it begging for mercy.

Instead, it was something she had already considered: kneeling.

He knelt down and begged him to treat his heart disease, to heal his body.

A healthy body holds such appeal for someone who has been bound by illness for over a decade.

Ultimately, kneeling down only hurts one's self-esteem and humiliates one's reputation.

There was really no real loss.

She won't be missing a single piece of flesh, nor will she be missing a single membrane.

If you were to weigh these two factors on a scale, there would be no need for hesitation; the scale would tip unhesitatingly towards the healthier side.

... provided he can actually heal himself.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh--"

"Loudly! "Sakayanagi Arisu shouted in the bathroom.

Sound travels through the air, refracts, and reverberates in a symphony.

She quickly cried out, trying to stop because she couldn't breathe.

Irritable.

Sakayanagi Arisu never imagined that, now that she's awakened from her dream, her thoughts, as she deduced and pondered, would ultimately lead her to such a conclusion.

'Please him.'

Please, please.

She had imagined herself possibly feeling angry, ashamed, disgusted, on the verge of tears, indifferent, or calm; she had considered all sorts of emotions.

I never imagined she would have the idea of voluntarily clipping her own wings and bending down.

This is unreasonable; this is not normal.

But the idea of manipulating dreams is inherently illogical.

This is a power that has already drifted along the boundary between reality and unreality.

"--Smack!"

The girl slapped her cheeks with both hands, the crisp sound echoing around her, and held her breath for a moment under her deep breath.

We need to pause for a moment.

We can't keep thinking along these lines.

Is it a side effect of the dream? Is it the lingering sense of compliance from the dream? Is it a lingering effect of that vague, fragmented feeling?

In short, by blaming all the responsibility for the thoughts that arose in her mind on external forces, Sakayanagi Arisu began to try to find herself again.

Find the Sakayanagi Arisu who insisted that "so-called genius is not determined by education, but by the moment of birth."

Whether the idea itself is correct or not can be set aside for now; for Sakayanagi Arisu at this moment, it is necessary.

Arrogance, self-confidence, complacency.

This is the Sakayanagi Arisu.

The small hands that were resting on either side of her cheeks tucked in their knuckles, leaving only two index fingers sliding down her cheeks to the sides of her lips.

She put her fingers into her mouth, tilted her cheek, and Sakayanagi Arisu a smile onto her face.

"Hehe..." A soft laugh came from deep in his throat.

The laughter lasted for a moment, then Sakayanagi Arisu released her grip and slowly climbed out of the bath.