Private Toyogasaki, campus.
"Ding, ding, ding..."
After the urging chime of the class bell, all of Toyogasaki fell silent.
"Ugh..." Sawamura Spencer Eriri, who was late, sighed. "Damn it, deadlines really are terrifying. And Mom, honestly, why couldn't she have woken me up earlier? If I'm late too many times, everyone's going to get the wrong idea!"
She had already forgotten who it was that had spent her days wandering around and playing games before the deadline drew near.
Sawamura Spencer Eriri maintained the public image of an elegant young lady, overlapping somewhat with Umaru. However, she lacked Umaru's unflappable mental fortitude. Umaru was the formidable sort who would turn into her hamster form at the slightest disagreement, even in public. Even if someone discovered her, she could calmly transform into Komaru and activate her alt-account mode...
Her mental resilience was who knew how many levels above Sawamura Spencer Eriri's.
Leaving that aside.
Sawamura Spencer Eriri looked like a refined young lady on the surface, but her true nature was that of—an intensely hardcore otaku girl. The ace of the art club was, in reality, a major figure in the doujinshi world: Kashiwagi Eri!
The humiliation doujinshi she drew had hooked countless otaku men, while also snuffing out innumerable lives. She truly was a young girl steeped in sin.
Because Kashiwagi Eri's killing intent was far too potent, Sawamura Eriri could only conceal that identity and pose as a helpless young-lady high schooler on the surface. Ahem, well, she really did lack the strength to tie up a chicken anyway...
In any case, fewer than two people at Private Toyogasaki knew about her identity as Kashiwagi Eri.
And among those two...
One was the source of her nightmares, which need not be mentioned.
As for the other...
"Huh?" Eriri froze