You don't want to?

"I never expected it—which one is the real her?"

Kiyotaka Kiyotaka recalled his days in Class D; the image he'd seen had no such contrast. But just now, he'd been alone—if Kikyo Kushida had used that rape and assault accusation against him, what would he have done?

When you actually face something like the Feminist Fist, you realize three punches from her could make you cry.

Beihai's hand trembled slightly too. That earlier move was purely because the version hadn't updated yet; otherwise, he wouldn't have gotten off scot-free either.

Now that he held her compromising photos, he'd grasped her lifeline. With this guarantee, she wouldn't dare come strutting in front of him.

That's how Sakura girls were—the hierarchy wasn't just strict; more importantly, once you had leverage, you had to pull out the classic line: "You wouldn't want..."

"You scared me. Let's call it a day, Kiyotaka. I need to soothe my wounded little heart. You get those problem books ready."

Kiyotaka Kiyotaka nodded without arguing. He had dragged her into this, so compensating her was only natural.

The two parted ways in the hallway, and nothing happened until the next morning.

Kikyo Kushida seemed to have heeded Beihai's words. That morning, she was as radiant as ever, mingling with the crowd with her cute smile.

She had no intention of contacting Beihai, not even a glance—except when passing him, she'd twist her hair nervously.

Both kept a safe distance, knowing not to cross the line. After a day of observation, Kikyo Kushida breathed a sigh of relief: as long as she didn't bother Beihai, her secret wouldn't leak.

She couldn't gamble, but she had no good ideas either.

The worst-case scenario Kikyo Kushida imagined was being threatened, with Beihai demanding Personal Points. Beyond that, she couldn't guess what he wanted.

When school ended and it was time to return to the dorm with Airisu Sakura, Kikyo Kushida's heart settled back down.

Airisu Sakura packed her bag early, slung it over her shoulder, and followed Beihai out of the classroom. As usual, they walked in silence back to the dorm and parted ways.

As for the photos, that was just a means to maintain the relationship.

Beihai raised a hand in farewell, watching her enter the elevator to the fourth floor.

He turned back, not heading straight for the dorm or the stairwell. Walking outside, he looked around. On the way back, Airisu Sakura's demeanor had been very off—she seemed to want to say something but held back.

Maybe it was about Cat, or some other hidden issue.

And on that walk, Beihai felt someone tailing him. A malicious gaze fell on him, as if wanting to tear him apart.

But once outside, he found no suspicious person. Suppressing his doubts, he decided to ask in the morning.

In class, Beihai wrote a note, crumpled it into a ball, and flicked it onto Airisu Sakura's desk.

The note was brief: asking which places she frequented. Being followed couldn't be for no reason.

Once he got the note, Beihai would act—he was always a man of action.

After school, Airisu Sakura packed her Camera and waited for her deskmate out of habit. But today, she miscalculated.

"Airisu, go on ahead. I have something to take care of today."

Airisu Sakura was an obedient girl who didn't want to trouble others. She nodded, shouldered her bag, and left the classroom.

Following the answers Airisu Sakura had given, Beihai's first stop was a camera shop.

This shop sold all kinds of cameras and even did repairs. Since Airisu Sakura loved photography, it made perfect sense.

Entering the shop, he saw a middle-aged Uncle sitting at the counter. He didn't get up to welcome Beihai, just sized him up.

Beihai pulled out his Terminal and stood nearby. Neither spoke for a while, each waiting for the other to lose patience.

Gradually, that dangerous gaze fell on Beihai again.

Beihai couldn't be sure, but that didn't stop him from testing. He took a photo from his pocket and placed it on the counter—a picture of Airisu Sakura.

The photo wasn't formal due to the angle; it was a bit playful instead.

When Beihai took pictures, he usually caught her silly moments—when she thought she looked mature and the scene was brilliant, but he actually snapped the candid bloopers after she relaxed.

The photo revealed everything. A normal clerk would just be curious or glance at it, maybe say something like "cute" to make small talk.

But this clerk's eyes crossed the line, like a wolf spotting a sheep.

"Hey, Uncle, staring at my girlfriend like that is pretty rude."

One sentence triggered the man. Behind the counter, he nearly lunged forward to grab Beihai's collar.

But his right hand missed, catching nothing. Instead, his whole weight pressed onto the counter, leaving him sprawled on top.

"Hey, what's with the excitement? She's my girlfriend, nothing to do with you, right?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! You outsider—she and I are meant to be! It's fate's guidance!"

Beihai's interest piqued. Looked like he'd run into a stalker. So Airisu Sakura's daily photography wasn't just for the scenery.

He was also surprised. He'd expected to test shop after shop, but here he was, hitting the jackpot on the first try. Wasn't this fate's guidance too?

"Ha, what's impossible? She and I walk home together every day. Did you not see that, or are you blind?

That was you tailing me yesterday, wasn't it? How pathetic! Like a Goblin lurking in the shadows—nothing like a hero's deed.

Heh, but I'm getting tired of her. Want to be a hero, Uncle? Can you give everything for her?"

Once the masks came off, there was nothing left to hide. Though his own words had dragged him in too, it didn't matter.

"Of course I can! I can give everything for Shizuku, you devil!"

Now the tables had turned, almost as if Beihai was the villain.

Watching the other party's half-crazed demeanor, Beihai recalled from his past life hearing about those obsessive fans of idols—

They'd do anything, waste money buying cartons of milk just to pour it down a well, go to any lengths to curry favor with their idol.

The most surreal sight was a crowd of women who'd never even met the idol, showing up to a concert in wedding dresses—a truly spectacular scene.

"I'll give you three days. Borrow from the surrounding shops, apply to the school—I don't care how—but I want 40 million points."

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! You open your mouth and demand 40 million—where am I supposed to get that for you?"

"Come on, Uncle, be serious. That's your problem, not mine. Can't get it? Borrow. Can't borrow? Go to the school administration. The leverage is mine now. What do you think happens if I tell the Student Council or a teacher about you? Tsk tsk, you wouldn't even have a chance then. But I'm giving you one, with three days to spare—unless you want your little Shizuku to slip away from you, right?"

Following the formula makes solving the problem quick.