"Wait a second!" Just as Sogo Doma was wondering what Shizuka Hiratsuka was up to, the hot-blooded female teacher had already dialed 110 on her phone. Well, no need to wonder anymore—what mattered now was stopping her. "Are you seriously doing this?"
"What else? Faced with a perverted criminal who calls himself a girl's owner..."
"Hey, Mashiro was the one who called me her owner..."
"So what?" Shizuka Hiratsuka asked in feigned confusion. "Doesn't that make it even clearer how you usually treat Mashiro..."
"Please!" Before she could finish, Sogo Doma couldn't help saying, "You know all about Mashiro's lack of common sense."
"But you admitted it."
"I..." Sogo Doma's eye twitched. "Can't you tell I was joking?"
"Can't tell."
"..." If the hot-blooded female teacher hadn't been smiling so smugly as she spoke, Sogo Doma might actually have believed her. "What exactly are you trying to do?"
"Didn't I say? A home visit."
"..." Was she fucking messing with him? Sogo Doma swore that if she had really come just for a home visit, he'd chop off her head and use it as a ball! Huh? Why not chop off his own head? What nonsense—what if, just in case, something went wrong? Ahem, putting that aside for now:
"Did someone come to see you?"
"What?"
"I mean, did someone tell you about Mashiro..."
"Wait a second!" Hearing that, Shizuka Hiratsuka couldn't help but say, "Mashiro's situation? I didn't expect you to be hiding something from me too. What is it?"
"Huh?" Seeing that she didn't seem to be faking it, Sogo Doma froze as well. "Not that? Then why the hell are you paying Mashiro a home visit?"
"Does a teacher need to report to you before visiting a student's home?" Shizuka Hiratsuka frowned. "And you still haven't told