Private Toyogasaki, an independent office not far from the Service Club activity room.
"Wait, wait, this isn't right. This isn't right. Something is definitely wrong here..." Shizuka Hiratsuka slumped on the floor with a dead look in her eyes, muttering nonstop. Just moments ago, she had gone from an older unmarried single—cough, a pure maiden—to a murderer caught red-handed.
There was no need to doubt it. The corpse was still propped against the wall, utterly devoid of breath. Shizuka Hiratsuka had even checked someone's pulse. There was no mistake—it had stopped. Stopped—stopped my ass!
Hadn't she merely thrown a punch to scare him? Why had that punch actually landed? Fine, it landed—but why had this guy, who claimed to be strong and sturdy, died from a single punch!? Sure, her punch had looked immensely powerful. It had sent him spinning through the air several thousand degrees, and when she blasted him into the wall, he had stayed stuck there...
Hitting a person like hanging up a painting—how terrifying!
No, no, was this really the time to be thinking about that? Shouldn't her biggest problem now be whether to turn herself in, or bury the body and hide the evidence before carrying on with his final wish? After all, before he died, he had said he didn't blame her. His only regret was not seeing his bro—cough, younger brother Taihei get married...
The dead deserved respect. Sogo Doma had believed Taihei was his younger brother until the very end. The hot-blooded—cough, currently dead-inside female teacher felt that she ought to fulfill that wish. Younger brother it was, then.
"Click!" Shizuka Hiratsuka lit a cigarette. Perhaps it would be the last cigarette she ever smoked. Well, the female teacher had made her decision. She was about to go from a maiden awaiting