Buying a Camera

"Hello, I'd like to buy a camera for my girlfriend. Do you have any recommendations?"

The creep at the front desk had spotted U Amakusa the moment he walked in holding Sakura's hand, and he had instantly recognized his idol—Shizuku.

Yet, his idol was actually holding hands with another man! And this man was claiming she was his girlfriend!

The worst part was that his idol hadn't denied it! She was even keeping her head down! Could his idol be shy?

No way! Shizuku, you must remain pure!

Absolutely not! Shizuku, you are mine!

Forcing himself not to explode, the creep clenched his fists so tightly that a vein began to bulge on his neck.

"Then... let her choose for herself."

As he said this, the creep was clearly gritting his teeth, spitting out the words one by one.

"You're right. Airi, what kind do you like?"

U Amakusa put on an "I'm all yours" expression, looking at the head-bowed Sakura while instinctively interlacing his fingers with hers.

He squeezed her fingers firmly, ensuring she couldn't pull away.

"I, I, I... anything is fine, Amakusa-kun... you, you, you choose first. Aren't you... buying one too?"

She usually didn't stutter when talking to U Amakusa, but she just couldn't get used to him acting like this.

It was too intense; Sakura's entire face was flushed red. She never imagined that the "cooperation" U Amakusa mentioned would be this kind of cooperation.

Seeing this, U Amakusa leaned down to Sakura's ear and whispered, "It's alright, Sakura-san. It'll be over soon. Just choose the camera you want; I can always buy mine next time."

How am I supposed to choose like this!

Feeling the warm breath against her ear, Sakura felt her legs go weak, as if she were about to collapse at any second.

Ah, woo woo... Why is Amakusa-kun doing this...

Her heart was pounding so hard she could feel it without even touching her chest, and her hands were starting to sweat.

"I..."

"I recommend this one, Shi... this student should take a look at this one."

As he spoke, the creep hurriedly shoved the camera toward Sakura, wanting her to take it immediately.

"Student, you should let go of her hand. Wouldn't it be easier to look at the camera that way?"

U Amakusa smiled faintly.

Yare yare, going on the offensive already?

Conversely, the creep looked like he was about to snap.

From his perspective, U Amakusa leaning in to whisper in his Shizuku's ear was blatant flirting right in front of him.

Let go of my Shizuku! You bastard!

Shizuku must be pure!

Shizuku, you can't do this! Shizuku is mine!

He felt the despair of the cuckolds he had seen in his doujinshi—the feeling of watching his beloved being NTR'd.

It was practically like being sliced to pieces!

"Let's pick another one, this one... is too expensive..."

As soon as she saw the camera, Sakura recognized its quality. She was a frequent camera user, so she was naturally familiar with this model.

This camera was excellent in every aspect, so its price was correspondingly high, somewhere between 80,000 and 100,000 points.

She didn't want U Amakusa to spend so much, and she was a bit reluctant herself, as she only had about 70,000 points left.

There was still about a week left in the month, and even if she didn't have enough points, she could always buy it next month.

The creep knew this, of course; he was doing it on purpose. As a school staff member, he was well aware of the school's rules.

He wanted to make U Amakusa lose face in front of Sakura.

Damn it! Why hasn't this bastard let go of Shizuku's hand yet!

How could he possibly let go? U Amakusa wouldn't dream of releasing such soft, comfortable hands.

"It's not expensive, student. You can take a good look at it. If... he lets go of your hand, you can try it out and see for yourself. It only costs 90,000 school points right now."

Heh, and what are you going to do if I don't let go?

Without waiting for Sakura to say anything, U Amakusa raised their interlaced hands so the creep could see them clearly.

He brought Sakura's hand to his lips and, under the gaze of both of them, kissed it.

"It's fine, Airi. I can buy you anything you like."

Hmm, now I have to add the word 'sweet' to that.

"A-A-A-Amakusa...!" Sakura stammered, unable to speak.

"Hai, hai~"

U Amakusa snatched the camera from Sakura's other hand and set it on the table, then lifted her head, which was beginning to droop again, forcing her to meet his eyes.

Sakura's face was flushed so crimson it looked as if it might drip blood, and tiny teardrops clung to the corners of her eyes.

U Amakusa smiled and said, "Just call me U, Airi."

"A-uwu..."

Incoherent sounds spilled from Sakura's lips; her legs seemed to lose all strength as she began to collapse, and steam was still rising from the top of her head.

Oh boy, I think I overdid it. She's turned into a steam-girl.

Just as Sakura was about to slump to the floor, U Amakusa swept her up and pulled her into his embrace.

Sakura had lost all combat effectiveness.

Thinking back to the Photo Booth, U Amakusa couldn't help but sigh.

Sigh, yare yare.

I suppose I'll have to be the one to bear this heinous sin.

Although Kamuro's was nice, compared to Sakura's, it was like comparing a molehill to a mountain.

With Sakura so close, U Amakusa could even smell the scent of her shampoo—a floral fragrance, likely chamomile.

"Please wrap this up for me; we'll take this one."

Throughout the entire process, Sakura hadn't noticed the clerk at all, nor the lecherous expression and aggressive gaze the pervert was projecting.

The pervert could no longer hold it in; his expression was visibly twisted with rage.

Shizuku! Why are you throwing yourself into another man's arms!

Impossible! That's it! This man must have used hypnosis! Yes, that has to be it!

Don't worry, Shizuku! I will save you!

"Mr. Clerk, you don't look so well. I think I'll go find another staff member."

With that, U Amakusa held Sakura and prepared to find someone else to purchase the camera from; surely a store this large didn't have only one employee.

Besides, he never intended to buy it from the pervert anyway; he only wanted to see how long the man could keep his cool.

"Stop right there! Where do you think you're going!" the pervert shouted.

"Oh? Is there a problem?"

U Amakusa's expression turned visibly cold, his lips curling into a fierce, menacing sneer.

The pervert's outburst naturally drew the attention of the other staff, who rushed over to restrain him.

Sakura, nestled in his arms, began to regain her senses, though U Amakusa didn't seem to intend on letting her have any further contact with the pervert.

After settling Sakura down in a vacant area, U Amakusa walked up to the pervert and spoke in front of the other employees:

"My apologies. I suppose my saying I'd buy from someone else really agitated this clerk. Is the commission on this sale really that important to you?"