Tokyo: I'm bound to the evil women!

"Fujiwara-kun".

Seeing the young lady appear at the table, Fujiwara Matsu was inwardly cursing, but outwardly he was all smiles.

"Is there something you need, Chiya-kun?"

"Are you free at noon? I need to talk to you about something with the literary society."

"it is good."

She had already sent the message once, arranging to meet on the rooftop. She said it this time, taking advantage of the large crowd and in front of the whole class. It seemed Chiya Mio knew he disliked being the center of attention and did it on purpose.

"See you at noon then."

As soon as she returned to her seat, the expected scene unfolded.

"Fujiwara, when did you and Chiya become so close?"

"Fujiwara..."

Several classmates who were on good terms with him gathered around and pressed him for answers.

"There's no such thing as being familiar or not. Isn't Chiya always this kind to everyone?"

"The literary society..."

Fujiwara Matsu tried to distance himself from Chiya Mio and dispersed the crowd around him.

Chiya Mio, who was sitting a few tables in front of him, cast his gaze upon him as if a lord were surveying his territory.

This guy seems a little unhappy?

When Fujiwara Matsu arrived with the bread, the rooftop door was already unlocked. Chiya Mio had arrived even earlier than he expected and was already sitting at the table eating her bento.

Just like yesterday, he leaned against the fence and ate bread.

"Chiya-kun, what do you need me for?"

"Shouldn't Fujiwara-kun stay by my side when he's not busy? After all, he's already mine."

He couldn't respond to that; no matter how he said it, it wouldn't be right, so he simply didn't respond.

Seeing him standing against the railing, Chiya Mio suddenly got up and sat on the table. Fujiwara Matsu immediately sensed something was wrong. Sure enough—

"Fujiwara-kun, come sit here."

He subconsciously glanced at the height of the table and chairs, her posture, and...

"Staring again, Fujiwara-kun?"

Chiya Mio caught his gaze: "Yesterday's reward is still valid, want to try it?"

The girl was holding her indoor shoes on her toes, the shoes hanging precariously, as if they might fall to the ground at any moment.

"No."

He turned his face away, instinctively wanting to take a bite of bread to cover it up, but then put his hand down halfway. This guy will definitely think I'm eating this with my rice.

A soft laugh could be heard.

"Well, Fujiwara-kun, am I that scary? You were standing so far away. And what was with that rush to distance yourself in the classroom?"

He had anticipated her question and had already prepared his answer in his mind.

"I'm just not used to it yet, and I'm afraid of causing trouble for Chiya-kun."

"come over."

Thinking to myself, "Wouldn't it be embarrassing if I just went over there because you asked me to?" my body still honestly moved two steps and stood under the parasol.

Chiya Misaki grabbed his tie and yanked it hard. He stumbled, bent over, and was forced to look up at her.

The girl's lips curled up, clearly satisfied with this angle: "Fujiwara-kun is my slave, all you need to do is please me~"

The two were still within a safe distance, but Fujiwara Matsu unexpectedly moved closer.

"Then? Chiya-kun, what do you need me to do?"

A hint of wariness flashed in her eyes, which quickly turned into interest.

"Like this."

Upon hearing her words, Fujiwara Matsu moved closer again, reaching out to press down on Chiya Mio's hand, slowly drawing nearer.

Chiya Mio's hand, which was holding his tie, was now pressed against his chest. The girl's eyelashes trembled, but all she could see at that moment was Fujiwara Matsu approaching, his nose already touching hers.

She instinctively tried to pull her hand away, but Fujiwara Matsu held it down. The hand on her chest was too obvious, and her eyes suddenly turned dangerous and serious. She raised her leg to kick Fujiwara Matsu away, but for some reason, she put it down again.

Instead, he simply blinked, anticipating Fujiwara Matsu's approach. Fujiwara Matsu, without any sense of being caught in a dilemma, continued to get closer.

Suddenly, Chiyo's phone rang, and Fujiwara Matsu stepped back.

She let out a soft sigh of relief and picked up her phone.

After hanging up the phone, Chiya Mio didn't mention what had just happened, but instead spoke:

"Remember to come to the literature club after school."

However, at this moment, Fujiwara Matsu noticed something unusual: his dominance level on his panel had increased from 3% to 4%.

What's going on?

Before he could continue thinking about what to investigate, Chiya Mio got off the table, put away the nearly finished bento box, and left.

It seems the other person had something else going on during their lunch break.

Could it be because of my counterattack just now?

…………

After school.

Fujiwara Matsu arrived first. Chiya Mio was explaining a problem to someone and was a little late. In public, she still maintained her perfect young lady demeanor.

Apart from a few nominal upperclassmen ghost members, the literary club usually only consists of him and Chiya Mio.

But when I pushed the door open, I saw an unexpected person.

Shiratori Saki was carrying some tea utensils and naturally brewing tea. Fujiwara Matsu took two steps back and glanced at the door number to make sure he hadn't gone to the wrong place.

"Good afternoon, Shiratori-senpai. What brings you here?"

Upon hearing the sound, Shiratori Saki turned her gaze over, scanning Fujiwara Matsu from head to toe, as if she were looking for a suitable spot on Fujiwara Matsu to strike.

Her gaze lingered on Fujiwara Matsu's neck and side, her heart pounding for a long time, giving Fujiwara Matsu goosebumps.

She didn't answer Fujiwara Matsu's question, but walked towards him step by step. Fujiwara Matsu panicked a little, but still didn't move.

She reached out and grabbed Fujiwara Matsu's wrist, bringing her close to his ear with a frighteningly strong grip:

"You scum, stay away from the young lady, or I'll kill you."

At that moment, the door opened, and Chiyo Mio, who had been smiling, smiled less when she saw Shiratori Saki.

"Sazaki, let go! What are you doing?"

Upon hearing Chiya Mio's voice, Shiratori Saki immediately released her grip, resuming her perfect maid stance, and spoke:

"Miss, there are no activities in the archery club today. I've brewed some black tea for you that you mentioned the other day."

Chiya Mio's gaze fell on Fujiwara Matsu, whose back was soaked with cold sweat. He had just genuinely felt the killing intent.

But at this moment, she still smiled and said, "It's nothing. Senior Shiratori just asked me if I like black tea."

Although the two's actions aroused some suspicion in Chiya Mio, neither of them revealed anything, so she didn't press them for details.

"I see. Thank you for your help, Saki."

Turning around, Chiyo sat down at the table, a cup of black tea served in an elegant glass placed comfortably in the most convenient spot for her.

"Please enjoy your meal, miss."

Then, a cup of tea appeared on Fujiwara Matsu's table. He glanced at it and, thinking about what had just happened, couldn't help but wonder, "Was there any poison in it?"

"Mr. Fujiwara, please try some. (As a token of my gratitude)."

The next sentence was spoken in a very low voice by Shiratori Saki, and Fujiwara Matsu even wondered if he had misheard.

"Thanks."

Their eyes met, and Shiratori Saki's gaze remained cold and menacing, like a venomous snake ready to devour its prey.

He wasn't in the mood to savor the black tea; the events of noon were weighing on his mind.

The degree of dominance suddenly changed, but he knew that his own attitude certainly hadn't changed.

The only unusual thing was his uncharacteristic resistance, which he wondered was the reason.

However, Shiratori Saki was present, and Chiya Mio clearly did not intend to reveal their relationship in front of him.

Shiratori Saki clearly had no intention of leaving. Since Fujiwara Matsu couldn't do the test he wanted, he simply left, which would allow him to test Chiya Mio as well.

The black tea was a little too hot for him, but he didn't care and drank it down in a few gulps.

"If there's nothing else, I'll head back now. See you later, Chiya-kun and Shiratori-senpai."

See you tomorrow, Fujiwara-kun.

Chiyo smiled and said goodbye to him, clearly not intending to keep him any longer.

Fujiwara Matsu pushed open the door and left, then began to carefully review what had happened at noon.

During the lunch break, Chiya Mio didn't seem to do anything strange. The only possibility was that she had noticed her own resistance and rejection, but... shouldn't this reduce the degree of dominance? Why did it increase instead of decreasing?

So, is this degree of dominance my degree of dominance over her?

Not long after Fujiwara Matsu left.

"Sazaki, you're not my maid at school, so you don't need to act like this."

"Just be yourself, the archery club is still looking for you."

"Miss is the most important."

"Alright, from now on at school, you must prioritize your own needs, understand?"

"Yes, Miss."

"Don't call me that at school, I've told you so many times."

"Okay, beautiful... beautiful cherry."

On Shiratori Saki's usually expressionless face, the corners of her mouth turned up several pixels.

but……

Fujiwara Matsu, Threat Level: Extremely High. He has a close relationship with the prostitute and poses a high risk. He needs to be dealt with immediately.

Chiyo stared at Shiratori Saki with a hint of wariness in her eyes.

She could tell from the look in Fujiwara Matsu's eyes that she harbored a strong desire to kill him.

Will my new toy get extinguished again?

"Sazaki, I don't want to see you do anything on your own."

Meanwhile, Fujiwara Matsu received some hints.

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