Tokyo, there are too many defeated magical girls.

Now is the perfect time to gather some more information.

"Hatano, what's wrong with you?!"

An angry male voice rang out, completely in an accusatory tone.

"Why did the security guard say that you brought a man into the fireworks display area? Now it's been reported in the media!"

"..."

Sakurada Hatano remained silent.

The obvious acquiescence and passive-aggressive reaction made the angry man laugh in exasperation.

"Do you know how much the company headquarters spent to smooth things over after the last concert incident?!"

"Some people online have already analyzed it and said that you are Dr. Fallen's toy!"

"Answer me, Hatano Sakurada—is this real or fake?!"

The man's roar echoed throughout the luxury apartment building.

Naturally, the sound also drifted into the bedroom, allowing Lin Chun to hear it clearly.

"Well……"

He suddenly felt a little sorry for Sakurada Hatano.

No matter what, I was the mastermind behind both incidents, causing the other party so much trouble.

It would be a grave sin to ruin Sakura Hatano's idol career.

"Agent, please don't make malicious assumptions about me."

"Malicious speculation? Ha."

Faced with Sakurada Hatano's cold reply, the male manager let out a sneer.

Then came their menacing approach.

"Don't think I can't tell. You have a strong masculine odor. You must have been pampered by the Fallen Doctor, right?"

"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about..."

"Come on, tell me the details, let me hear them too~"

"Please have some self-respect, agent!"

Sakurada Hatano's angry shout rang out.

Immediately following was a clean and crisp slap.

Admittedly, she is a vibrant and beautiful idol...

But before his debut, he spent most of his spare time on combat training.

Even without transforming, it possesses fighting power comparable to that of an adult male.

A slap in the face served as a warning, deterring the agent from ever acting recklessly again.

Even so, the other person still showed a disgusting expression, as if she were a cracked egg.

"Sakurada Hatano, it seems you still don't quite understand why I came to find you."

"what?"

"I'm just here to deliver a message. There's a banquet tonight, hosted by the chairman for high society guests, and he specifically requested that you accompany him for drinks."

"?!"

Sakurada Hatano was stunned for a moment.

He stood there, dumbfounded, his previous inviolable air completely gone.

This sight made the male agent forget the burning pain in his cheeks and burst into laughter, literally.

"I've never asked you to do this kind of thing before, I just thought you could make money~"

"But now that you're facing this kind of negative public opinion, the company's senior management has decided to give up and start promoting new kids."

"Oh, by the way—I heard those old men are really into something fancy, you'd better take your medicine beforehand."

The male agent finished speaking.

Seeing that he wouldn't get anything out of it and fearing another slap, he left with a smirk.

--Snapped!

The security door of the luxury apartment closed and locked automatically.

Sakurada Hatano was left alone, standing silently in the living room.

The next second, the bedroom door behind them opened.

Having overheard the entire conversation, Lin Chun came out and stood before her.

Reach out your hands and cup the face of the washed-up teenage idol.

Tears were already welling up in those bright, large eyes.

But he remained stubbornly defiant.

"What? Are you trying to mock me? You bastard!"

Sakurada Hatano raised her right fist and slammed it toward Jun Lin's chest.

As a result, even he felt ashamed.

Despite suffering such a blow, he was unwilling to use his full strength against this guy.

The girl's fist slammed into him, but he didn't even flinch.

The next second, she was gently grasped by a large hand, and then pulled into an embrace.

“Magic Chrysanthemum, I can help you.”

Lin Chun looked directly into her tearful eyes and spoke earnestly, word by word.

98. Torture of Jinju

Sakurada Hatano was stunned.

To my utter surprise, I, who hate evil so much, would receive help from the villainous organization.

While feeling ironic, deep down, there was also a hidden longing to rely on the other person.

—How shameful!

Her sense of justice as a magical girl felt like an invisible slap in the face, stinging painfully.

All weaknesses are forcibly sealed away in the depths of the heart.

She pushed Lin Chun away directly.

"Stop pretending to care about me! Fallen Doctor, I've fallen to this state all because of you!"

"Are you sure?"

Lin Chun, who was violently pushed away, showed no anger whatsoever.

With one hand on his hip, he looked calmly into the girl's angry eyes and analyzed the situation for her:

"Even without me, you will eventually fade into obscurity, in a year if you are quick, or in two or three years if you are slow."

"At that time, those old men will still have their eyes on you, just like hyenas spotting lambs, won't they?"

"Well, you know this much better than I do. There must be quite a few washed-up teenage idols who have been taken advantage of by them."

With a casual remark, he revealed the dirty secrets of the entertainment company.

Her blunt remarks left Sakurada Hatano speechless.

Her soft, fragrant body, wrapped in a butterfly-patterned yukata, trembled uncontrollably, sweat pouring out in a desperate display of heat.

Because Hatano knew very well that the facts were just as he said.

—The glamorous Tokyo entertainment industry is actually rife with filth and corruption.

Putting aside everything else, there are numerous dirty scandals surrounding the company he signed with.

Those idol girls who have faded into obscurity, or girls who never became famous at all, are blackmailed by higher-ups with contracts.

They either have to pay an exorbitant penalty for breach of contract, or they have no choice but to accept the arrangement and go drink with the old man.

I wasn't targeted before because I was popular and could make money.

However, no idol can stay popular forever.

Even if every concert is sold out, one day I will be replaced by a cuter child and become outdated in the blink of an eye.

Ultimately, Dr. Fallen simply brought that day forward.

"It seems you've realized that the one who brought you trouble wasn't me, but that group of scum in your company's upper management."