Fingerprint Sister

Regarding the intelligence that Kikyo Kushida would be going out at night, Wu Qiao didn't know exactly where Kei Karuizawa had heard it from, but he figured it must have leaked out during some private gossip among their group of girls.

To others, this was truly a piece of useless information. After all, in this school with its high degree of freedom, it was perfectly normal for students to go out for a walk or buy things at night.

But... Kikyo Kushida was a bit different.

Wu Qiao knew all too well what kind of person this two-faced girl was—someone who appeared sunny and cheerful on the surface but was frantically stirring up trouble behind the scenes.

In her daily life, she always played the role of Class D's social butterfly to perfection. If she were to sneak out late at night, specifically avoiding crowds, it certainly wouldn't be to buy snacks or enjoy the night view. In all likelihood, she was going to execute some unspeakable stress-relief plan, making this a perfect opportunity to catch her in the act.

The two of them crouched in the shadows of the greenery not far from the dormitory entrance for a while, the night breeze carrying a hint of chill.

It wasn't long before a familiar figure was seen sneaking out of the dormitory building's main entrance.

Kikyo Kushida looked left and right, and after confirming that no one was around, she walked quickly toward the depths of the campus. Wu Qiao signaled to Kei Karuizawa, and the two kept a safe distance, quietly following behind.

Watching the cautious demeanor of Kikyo Kushida ahead, which was completely different from her usual self, Kei Karuizawa's heart began to race uncontrollably. She followed closely behind Wu Qiao, her palms damp with a thin layer of sweat. She felt both nervous and curious, having no idea what Wu Qiao intended to do.

What if they were discovered by Kushida? The thrill of walking on a tightrope like this made her afraid to even breathe.

Wu Qiao and Kei Karuizawa hid behind a tree not far away, shielded by the cover of night, watching as Kikyo Kushida vented recklessly by the railing of the small lake.

Those large eyes that were usually filled with smiles were now brimming with malice. The railing shuddered under her kicks, and a torrent of vile, unprintable profanities poured from her mouth—she was like a completely different person from the angelic image she projected during the day.

Seeing that Kikyo Kushida had vented enough, Wu Qiao shoved the phone he was using to record into Kei Karuizawa's hand. He then stepped out from the shadows, clapping his hands slowly. "Truly spectacular. The angel has turned into a devil."

Kikyo Kushida's expression turned terrifyingly dark in an instant. She stared fixedly at the suddenly appearing Wu Qiao, not speaking immediately. Her brain was whirring at high speed, perhaps wondering why Wu Qiao was here, or perhaps calculating how to explain her madwoman-like behavior just now.

But the moment Wu Qiao walked closer, Kikyo Kushida made her own judgment: this guy definitely wasn't here to say hello or just passing by to enjoy the scenery.

Wu Qiao walked up to Kikyo Kushida, leaned against the railing without ceremony, and looked down at her. "Why aren't you talking? You should have plenty to say right now. Are you tired from cursing? Do you want to take a break? I'll wait for you to do it all over again."

"Don't you dare tell anyone!" Kikyo Kushida stared intensely into Wu Qiao's eyes, her voice sounding somewhat hoarse from her earlier roaring.

"Do you think you can order me around?" Wu Qiao asked back nonchalantly.

"Don't you dare tell anyone!" Kikyo Kushida lunged forward, grabbing Wu Qiao's collar in an attempt to overwhelm him with sheer intensity, but Wu Qiao remained standing there, unmoving, his eyes as calm as a stagnant pool.

"Are you serious?" Wu Qiao sighed, shoved her arm away, and in the next second, his hand had precisely clamped around Kikyo Kushida's throat.

Wu Qiao actually disliked using a chokehold; it was too crude, but he had to admit that the deterrent effect of such absolute suppression was indeed effective.

The girl's neck lacked an Adam's apple, and the touch was even more delicate and fragile. Wu Qiao applied a bit of pressure before letting go, leaving her a little room to breathe.

Like a puppet with its strings cut, Kikyo Kushida collapsed onto the ground in a sitting position, coughing violently, her full chest heaving with every breath.

"Your leverage is in my hands now. If you don't learn to behave, you're going to suffer," Wu Qiao said, looking down at her.

"I'll report your violent behavior to the school! My neck has your fingerprints on it!" Unwilling to accept her fate as a prisoner, Kikyo Kushida made one last struggle.

Wu Qiao didn't waste words; a sudden punch landed directly on Kikyo Kushida's head. She immediately clutched her head in pain, tears welling up instantly.

"It doesn't matter. This level of violence would at most result in a warning or a demerit. I haven't done anything to you, and you don't have any obvious injuries." Wu Qiao shrugged, looking completely indifferent.

Seeing Wu Qiao acting as if he had her completely cornered, a flash of madness crossed Kikyo Kushida's eyes. She lunged forward and pressed Wu Qiao's hand directly onto her chest. "But what if it's sexual assault? You won't just be expelled; you'll be sent to prison. Your life will be ruined!"

"Stupid woman." Wu Qiao rolled his eyes in silence. He didn't pull his hand away from her chest; instead, he increased his grip, kneading it like dough without a shred of pity.

Large and firm... but that couldn't be her leverage against him. As Wu Qiao applied force, the buttons on Kikyo Kushida's shirt gave way under the strain, popping open to reveal deep cleavage and pale pink lace. The sharp pain made her gasp.

"Do you think you have the strength to hold my hand? Do you think I'd let you leave here with my fingerprints on you?"

A look of terror and dread finally appeared on Kikyo Kushida's face. Wu Qiao's questions made her realize that she had been at an absolute disadvantage in front of him the entire time; all her resistance was merely futile.

Tears dripped from the corners of Kikyo Kushida's eyes, tracing down her cheeks to land on her chest and on Wu Qiao's hand.

The beautiful campus life she had fantasized about was about to be shattered; the little angel persona she had painstakingly cultivated was about to be torn to shreds, while that bitch Suzune Horikita was still perfectly fine in school.

"Why me! Why is it always me! Why! What did I do wrong? Why am I always the one who gets hurt!" Kikyo Kushida muttered with vacant eyes, the dual trauma to her body and mind pushing her to the brink of collapse.

"Did I say I was going to expose you? On the contrary, I will help you, and you only need to pay a small price." Wu Qiao reached out, seemingly gently, to wipe the tears from Kikyo Kushida's face.

The high moon hung in the sky, and the clouds had dispersed.

Kikyo Kushida looked up, and a light appeared in her eyes once more—the hope of someone grabbing onto a life-saving straw. "What do you want? Is it my body?"

Wu Qiao took the opportunity to touch her neck, his index and middle fingers stroking the girl's fragile artery. "No need. Just cooperate with some of my actions, don't cause any extra trouble, and that's all."

Wu Qiao's words were ambiguous and lacked credibility, but Kikyo Kushida had no other choice. She stared at Wu Qiao, her hands clenched into fists as if struggling, before finally gritting her teeth. "You didn't just choke me, you hit me too. Let me hit you once, and I'll agree to your terms."

Although Wu Qiao knew that even if he didn't agree to her terms, Kushida would still be forced to work for him, letting the girl vent a little wasn't a bad thing—it could even help win over some loyalty.

"Fine." Wu Qiao agreed easily; this deal was a huge profit for him.

Wu Qiao stood in front of Kikyo Kushida, leaving his abdomen completely exposed and unguarded. Seeing him like that, Kushida swung her fist, using all her strength to strike him hard in the stomach. She really did use all her might, as if she wanted to vent all the humiliation and fear she had just felt into this single punch.