I, the spiritual mentor of beautiful girls from all over the world

After having a lunch with Kyō, which wasn't exactly delicious but had a festive school festival atmosphere, Lynn successfully sent away the little tail who still wanted to follow him by saying, "The teacher is going to patrol, you should go back and rest first."

Kasugano Sora was somewhat reluctant, but thinking about how she would have to help her older brother snag other limited editions in the afternoon, she obediently nodded and walked away, turning back to look at him every few steps.

Having escaped her sister's "suffocating" love, Lynn breathed a sigh of relief and wandered alone to the rooftop of the teaching building.

This is one of the few quiet places in Zongwu High School.

As soon as you open the rusty iron gate, the intense afternoon wind rushes in, carrying with it the clamor of the campus below.

On the playground, each class's booth had been set up, with colorful signs and decorative balloons making it look especially lively in the sunlight.

Students dressed in all sorts of homemade costumes moved about, their laughter, music, and the promotional slogans playing on a loop on the loudspeaker blending together to create a symphony called "Youth," full of vibrant life.

Compared to the bustling activity below, only the sound of the wind could be heard on the rooftop.

And, an "uninvited guest" who arrived before him.

Kasumigaoka Utaha was leaning against the wire railing of the rooftop, her long, shapely legs encased in black pantyhose, and her red plaid school uniform skirt was slightly billowing in the wind, revealing a section of her absolute territory.

She held a small notebook in her hand, her long black hair was slightly messy from the wind, and a few strands playfully brushed against her fair and delicate profile, making her look less aggressive and more like a quiet literary girl.

She seemed to be observing the crowd below, searching for inspiration for the story she was writing.

Lynn's footsteps were very light, but she still noticed them.

Kasumigaoka Utaha turned around almost instinctively, and her body stiffened for a moment when she saw that the person who came was Lynn.

She subtly pressed down her skirt, which was billowing in the wind, a small gesture that betrayed her inner turmoil.

Since that day in the Service Department when he turned the tables on them with the phrase "become my student," they had never met alone like this again.

This man is always surrounded by all sorts of beautiful girls, like satellites orbiting around him.

Let's not even mention the silver-haired girl; she's practically a human-shaped accessory.

In the Service Club, the idiot with the bun hairstyle and the perfect, icy top student were looking at him with increasingly strange eyes.

A couple of days ago, there were even rumors about him having an affair with Hiratsuka-sensei.

Is this guy... really a male protagonist straight out of a harem novel?

Kasumigaoka Utaha was internally ranting.

What bothered her even more was her beautiful editor, Machida Sonoko. Every time she seemingly casually mentioned Lynn, Ms. Machida would blush and then forcefully change the subject with various lame excuses.

There's definitely a secret between these two!

In addition, there was that uproar a few days ago about the 150 million yen auction...

I still know too little about this man.

He is like an iceberg shrouded in thick fog; you think you've seen the whole thing, but in reality, it's just a tiny, insignificant part of the surface.

but……

Kasumigaoka Utaha thought of the first draft of Volume 6 in her backpack.

Since that day when she got the inspiration from the ema at the shrine, she added a brand new "god" character based on Lynn to the story.

In Ms. Machida's words, it was like this: "Kasumi Utako-sensei, you've finally found your own inspiration! This volume is absolutely fantastic!"

Come to think of it, I haven't really thanked him yet.

Countless thoughts flashed through her mind. Kasumigaoka Utaha took a deep breath, composed herself, and prepared to speak.

But once the words were on the tip of his tongue, his long-cultivated, sharp-tongued instincts kicked in like an unstoppable program.

"Oh my, isn't this Ms. Lynn?"

Her voice carried a unique, languid allure, and a perfectly professional smile graced her lips.

"I thought a deity like you, who manipulates people's hearts, would prefer to stay behind the scenes and enjoy the dramas you directed yourself. Why did you have time to come out on stage yourself?"

She launched the first attack in a literary, half-joking, half-probing tone.

···Requesting flowers··· ···

Lynn was used to her barbed greetings.

He walked to the railing and stood beside her, both of them looking down at the bustling campus.

“Miss playwright, you seem to have made a mistake.”

He spoke lazily, his voice carried somewhat by the wind.

"If a playwright can't even see through the true thoughts of the actors, isn't the script he writes just a one-sided monologue?"

boom.

This statement was like a precision-guided bomb, hitting the bullseye.

For a fleeting moment, the smile on Kasumigaoka Utaha's face froze.

Unable to describe "being moved," they only pile up emotions with logic...

This man always manages to use the most understated words to pinpoint her deepest pain.

A surge of emotion, a mixture of anger, resentment, and an even stronger desire for conquest, welled up inside him.

She slammed the notebook shut with a soft "snap".

Turning around, he looked directly into Lynn's eyes, and an unprecedented fighting spirit ignited in those beautiful wine-red eyes.

"Teacher Lynn."

She spoke slowly and deliberately, as if she were declaring a declaration of war.

"One day, I will write everything about you, your secrets, your past, all your thoughts... into my story, so that you will have nowhere to hide from me!"

After saying that, she regretted it.

Oh no, did I say something too definitive?

Isn't this tantamount to telling him directly, "I'm going to study you and dissect you"? Any normal person would keep their distance after hearing such words!

However, Lynn simply turned her head to meet her gaze, a meaningful smile playing on her lips.

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"Really? I'm looking forward to it."

His nonchalant and composed attitude seemed to say, "Please begin your performance."

This feeling drove Kasumigaoka Utaha even more crazy.

It's like throwing a punch with all your might, only to hit a ball of cotton; all your strength is absorbed without a trace, leaving you feeling incredibly frustrated.

Just as she was about to say something to salvage the situation, Lynn pulled a can of coffee from her pocket—the most common kind of slightly sweetened black coffee.

He casually pulled the tab, tilted his head back, and took a sip.

In the afternoon sunlight, his Adam's apple bobbed, tracing a sensual curve on his fair neck.

Kasumigaoka Utaha watched this scene, and her heart skipped a beat for no reason.

"What are you looking at?" Lynn put down his coffee and looked at her. "Want some?"

"Who, who would want to drink your cheap coffee with that old man's taste!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha almost reflexively retorted, trying to cover up her momentary lapse in concentration.

Lynn smiled noncommittally, took another sip, and then casually placed the coffee can on the cement platform next to him.

“Oh, right,” he said, as if he had suddenly remembered something.

"Since you're so confident, why don't you do me a small favor first, as a way to 'gather material' in advance?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha was taken aback and looked at him warily: "What kind of help?"

"Isn't your Literature and Art Club in charge of coordinating the writing for all the class activities at this school festival?"

"So what if it is?" Kasumigaoka Utaha looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"Class 1-F, the maid café where Miura Yumiko's class is located."

Lynn pointed to the pink, eye-catching booth on the playground, "Please polish their promotional copy yourself."

Kasumigaoka Utaha frowned.

"Why? Those kinds of projects from popular social groups can just be written by anyone, right? Is it worth my personal involvement?"

“Because Saki Kawasaki is in that class. She works very hard and needs money.” Lynn’s answer was simple and direct.

Kawasaki Saki?

In Kasumigaoka Utaha's mind, the image of a blue-haired girl who always kept to herself, had a somewhat aloof gaze, but an incredibly good figure appeared.

Is she...someone who didn't realize it, but is actually very close to Teacher Lynn?

A strange, unexplained irritation rose from the bottom of her heart.

"Hmph, so it's all for your 'star pupil'," she said in a sour tone.

"Ms. Lynn, you really care about your students."

"So, are you jealous?" Lynn suddenly turned her head, looking at her calmly. "Jealous that she gets the teacher's 'favoritism'?"

Lynn's words, like a silent needle, precisely pierced the perfect balloon that Kasumigaoka Utaha had always built with her sharp tongue and composure.

When the composure of a genius is completely shattered, what remains is the most authentic and undisguised instinct.

The expected fierce rebuttal did not materialize.

Kasumigaoka Utaha, on the contrary, laughed.

That wasn't her usual professional, perfect smile, but rather an extremely calm smile, even tinged with a cold, playful edge.

She walked slowly, step by step, toward Lynn, her heels clicking crisply on the concrete, as if striking a rhythm for the drama.

She stopped in front of Lynn, so close that she could almost see her own reflection in his dark eyes.

"Ms. Lynn, you really enjoy seeing through people, don't you?"

Chapter 87: The Writer is in a Huge Hut, Bonfire Party! The Girls' Thoughts

"Ms. Lynn, you really enjoy seeing through people, don't you?"

She raised her eyelids, and in her beautiful wine-red eyes was an undisguised scrutiny and inquiry befitting a writer.

"You enjoy the feeling of having everything under your control, watching others expose their weaknesses in front of you, and then, like a benevolent deity, offering just the right guidance."

Instead of answering Lynn's question, she began to analyze him.

"you're right."

Kasumigaoka Utaha's lips curled into a smile, a smile brimming with a writer's intellectual superiority.

“I do have an intense, almost overwhelming interest in your ‘role’.”

She extended her slender index finger, but did not touch him. Instead, she gently touched his heart with her fingertip through the air.

"I've taken on this 'source gathering' task."

Her voice was low and seductive.

"However, I have a condition."

"In order to write the most 'real' story, from now on, I will observe everything about you closely and from all angles."

"...including...the unknown, other side of you, teacher."

She tilted her head slightly, like an elegant yet dangerous black swan.

"For example, when you are facing a female student who is determined to 'write' about you, can you still maintain this...god-like calm expression?"

She succeeded!

She used her own methods to turn Lynn's attack into a perfect excuse for "gathering material" and regain control of the conversation!

Kasumigaoka Utaha withdrew her hand, took a step back, and regained her impeccable elegance, as if the aggressive fairy from before was just an illusion.

She believes she has won!

She picked up her notebook, turned around gracefully, and walked towards the exit of the rooftop.

Just as she was about to push open the iron gate, she turned back and smiled, a smile that could captivate anyone.