Tokyo: My debt collection methods are a bit off.

Ryuichi Saionji was shooing away the people trying to enter the infirmary behind him.

Given his status and the fact that there were three infirmaries, no one dared to disrespect him.

However, Ryuichi Saionji himself was not happy because everyone was giving him face; his feelings were complicated.

From the time we arrived at school in the afternoon until we left, Hoshino Jun and Takagi Kachiko still hadn't come out.

This deeply wounded his pride as a man.

We can't compare, we're far inferior.

But at the same time, it brought a very novel feeling to Ryuichi Saionji, perhaps it was excitement or stimulation.

Ryuichi Saionji himself couldn't explain it clearly, but he knew that he wasn't too sad about it; on the contrary, he was a little happy.

"Damn it, am I sick?"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Ten minutes later.

The door to the infirmary behind them finally opened, and Hoshino Jun, supporting himself, and Takagi Kachiko, limping, slowly walked over.

Takagi Kazuko seemed to be too tired, leaning weakly against Hoshino Jun, with beads of sweat glistening on her forehead that clung to her messy hair, panting heavily, and looking adorably innocent.

The moment Takagi Kachiko saw Saionji Ryuichi, a look of shame flashed in her eyes. She pushed away Hoshino Jun's embrace and walked towards Saionji Ryuichi.

Her red lips parted and closed slightly as she softly murmured the name of Ryuichi Saionji.

"Long Yi~!"

As Hoshino Jun watched her leave, she recalled the smear of rose red that had fallen on the bedsheet earlier, and couldn't help but smile slightly.

That was a splash of red that he had never expected.

I originally thought that, no matter what, Ryuichi Saionji had already eaten it himself.

did not expect.

'Ryuichi Saionji is so generous.'

He wouldn't touch his clean and pure girlfriend, but instead gave her to Hoshino Jun.

That's really interesting.

What kind of person is he?

Jun Hoshino has begun to be curious about Ryuichi Saionji.

A breeze swept by, and just as Saionji Ryuichi was about to touch Takagi Kachiko, he made a move that surprised her.

The man stepped in first, pushing her towards Hoshino Jun, causing her to fall into Hoshino Jun's arms once again.

After a whole afternoon of exertion, Takagi Kachiko's not-so-plump figure became exceptionally supple due to her lack of energy.

In addition, her large, shy eyes, always shrouded in a misty, aggrieved look, added to her captivating charm.

Naturally, Hoshino Jun was happy to hold Takagi Kichiko in his arms.

"Kichiko, you're not feeling well right now, so don't move around. Let Hoshino-kun support you properly."

Ryuichi Saionji's voice was somewhat weak, but his tone was particularly resolute.

Seeing the two touch again, he unconsciously swallowed, feeling a rush of heat to his heart and a strange burning sensation in his body.

"I understand, Ryuichi."

Of course, Takagi Kichiko didn't want to agree, but what could she do?

Those who are loved are always fearless, while those who give love become increasingly humble.

throughout.

Hoshino Jun didn't say a word, just quietly watched the young couple's interaction, finding it quite interesting.

What Hoshino Jun didn't know was that while he was watching others make fools of themselves, someone else was watching him.

About thirty meters to the left, the magnanimous Kato Nana stood alone, her gaze fixed on Hoshino Jun and the beautiful girl in his arms.

"Hoshino-kun."

"Takagi Kochiko"

"How could they be together, and acting so intimately?"

For some reason, Kato Nana silently felt a feeling called "uncomfortable" welling up in her heart, a sour feeling spreading throughout her body.

Even his eyes unconsciously welled up with wisps of mist.

"No wonder."

"No wonder Hoshino-kun didn't reply to Nana's LINE today."

"No wonder Hoshino-kun didn't compliment Nana's photos today."

"So he went to punish other girls."

Kato Nana clenched her fists tightly. She was very unwilling. She had made such a concession yesterday, letting Hoshino punish her classmate's mother.

As a result, Hoshino ignored her all day and instead became very close with the pretty girl in her class.

"Absolutely unforgivable!"

"Hoshino-kun, you've been naughty this time, and Nana is going to punish you."

Looking at Hoshino Jun's handsome face and watching him help Takagi Kachiko walk away, Kato Nana clenched her little fists as if she had made up her mind.

Even with the domineering Hoshino, Nana would never admit defeat.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Five minutes later, Jun Hoshino, who had seen Kachiko Takagi off at the school, returned to the school with Ryuichi Saionji.

“Hoshino, don’t you have anything you want to say to me?” Ryuichi Saionji spoke first.

"Hmm, could you give me five million yen?" Hoshino Jun asked after thinking for a moment.

"what?"

Ryuichi Saionji paused for a moment, then turned to look at the handsome face beside him, a smile playing on his lips.

'Hoshino is quite sensible; he already knows not to say things he shouldn't.'

'So it seems he knows about my keeping watch for him, but he won't tell anyone.'

Without realizing it, he smiled too, and Ryuichi Saionji said in a low voice:

"Don't joke around. I know you, Hoshino Jun, don't love money, you just have some kind of peculiar hobby."

"If you want, feel free to contact me anytime, and I can help you persuade Kazuko."

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Al?

Hoshino Jun was bewildered. He couldn't understand how Saionji Ryuichi could tell that he didn't love money.

"I actually love money."

"Okay, okay, now it's just the two of us in front of each other, so you don't need to cover for me anymore."

Ryuichi Saionji patted Jun Hoshino on the shoulder, a heavy pat, and then continued:

"I'll leave my aunt in the meantime. I'll do my best to help you with Yamada Tsukasa."

"Fine!"

When they reached the fork in the road, the two waved goodbye.

Ryuichi Saionji is going to find Tsukasa Yamada, while Jun Hoshino is going to apply to leave the department so that he can read books with Ayako Saionji tomorrow noon and afternoon.

“Ryuichi Saionji, he’s quite interesting.”

"You can be indifferent to Takagi Kachiko, so does that mean you can be indifferent to Saionji Ayako as well?"

Jun Hoshino had a novel idea.

His earlier statement about subjecting Saionji Ryuichi to both mental and physical torment was not unfounded.

It is unforgivable that someone would dare to insult Aunt Mei.

Even if Takagi Kachiko apologizes, it won't be enough; at least Saionji Ayako needs to be added as well.

The application to leave the club was processed quickly. Although the club president was reluctant to let him go, he did not force Hoshino Jun to stay. He simply told him that he could return to the tennis club anytime if he wanted to.

Hoshino Jun nodded in agreement, and after reminiscing with the club president about Takasaki-kun's transfer, she packed up all her things and said goodbye to the kind-hearted club president.

The afternoon sunlight gradually softened, and the sky was painted with a red glow.

After leaving the tennis club, Jun Hoshino did not immediately go to the library to meet Ayako Saionji. Instead, he went to the top floor of the office building and knocked on the door of the chairman's office.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Please come in!"

A gentle breeze lifted the white curtains, and warm, pleasant sunlight shone on her full figure.

Chairperson Ran Yamada was lying in a rocking chair in her office, squinting in the sun, her towering breasts below her collarbone blocking Jun Hoshino's view.

This prevented him from seeing Yamada Ran's expression at that moment.

"Chairman, I'm here to report on today's achievements."

Upon hearing Hoshino Jun's voice, Yamada Ran opened her sleepy eyes, lazily sat up, and tucked her delicate pink feet, hidden under the thin blanket, into her white high heels under the rocking chair.

The translucent toes curled slightly, as if in shyness.

"Tell me, any progress?"

Yamada Ran yawned, her delicate face flushed and glowing, making her look like a fresh-faced girl in her early twenties.

It's hard to imagine that such a young and beautiful woman has a son who is already about the same age as Hoshino Jun.

"Yes."