"Hmph! Are you going to tell me or not?"
Ibuki looked impatient.
She raised her foot again and kicked the leg of Suzuki Tsubame's desk.
Suzuki Tsubame's face darkened.
"Can't you be a little more ladylike?"
Fortunately, he had a high tolerance for girls.
Just how high?
About three or four stories high, probably.
"You're so annoying... Forget it if you don't want to tell me."
The girl rolled her eyes at him and turned toward the door.
"Look at you... getting impatient again."
"I never said I wouldn't tell you."
Suzuki Tsubame leisurely scrolled through his phone, his tone calm and casual.
The girl stopped at his words.
Like an injured puppy, she sheepishly returned to Suzuki Tsubame's side.
"...If you dare mess with me again... I... I'll make you regret it!"
She waved her little fist as she threatened him. Despite her fierce expression, she looked more like a puffed-up kitten.
Suzuki Tsubame looked helpless. Even if you knew, it wouldn't do you any good.
He then held his phone out in front of her and let her look through it herself.
As she looked at the familiar footage on the phone,
Ibuki was initially unconcerned. She thought he had merely gotten hold of Ryuen's dirt.
As long as she got hold of that dirt too, she could use it to threaten Ryuen.
She could make Ryuen use less violence.
But before long... her pupils shook violently, and her hands began trembling uncontrollably.
Her complexion gradually changed from rosy to pale and drained.
"You didn't think I had no backups, did you?"
Seeing her fingers fly across the screen, Suzuki Tsubame's mouth twitched.
"Y-you... where did you get these videos?"
The girl looked panicked as she hastily hid Suzuki Tsubame's phone behind her back.
"If you don't want