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

Yui Yuigahama next to her straightened her back with great energy, trying her best to listen attentively, but her wandering eyes betrayed the fact that her mind was elsewhere.

Lynn glanced at them out of the corner of her eye, and a thought struck her.

correct.

I just got this new ability last night, and I haven't tried it on any living person yet.

His thoughts moved slightly.

[Emotional Awareness] is quietly activated.

hum-

In an instant, the entire classroom was re-analyzed in his perception.

It is no longer a visually vibrant display, but a more essential torrent of information that reaches the very soul.

Within a five-meter radius, the emotions of every living being are captured precisely by his brain, like clear radio waves.

A drowsy gray, a boring off-white, a bright orange that evokes anticipation for lunch...

The vast majority of them are worthless, garbage emotions.

But among them, a few radio waves stood out and were particularly interesting.

His senses fell upon Yukino Yukinoshita.

A chilly blue emotional signal.

Pure and clear, yet it exudes a chilling aura that keeps people at a distance.

lonely.

No, it's not just about loneliness.

This is more like a kind of... actively chosen aloofness for self-protection.

She is like an iceberg, using her extreme beauty and righteousness to refuse any approach from ships.

On Yui Yuigahama, however, there was a warm orange-red signal.

The signal was full of energy, yet it was like an unstable flame, flickering incessantly with blurred edges.

disturbed.

And... careful attempts to please.

She was unsure whether she could truly enter the world beneath the snow.

She uses her energetic ability to "read the room" to please everyone around her, especially Yukinoshita.

It's really fun.

One arm themselves with cold righteousness, afraid of being hurt.

One uses lively flattery to please others, fearing being disliked.

These two clowns in the Service Department are really... a perfect match.

Laughed.

His gaze continued to wander, landing on the corner of the classroom, on the man who always kept his head down, his long bangs covering his eyes, as if he wanted to shrink himself into a ball.

Hikigaya Hachiman.

Good guy.

This one is more heavyweight.

The emotion emanating from him was a deep gray that seemed to absorb all light.

Within that grayness surged a series of negative energies such as "self-deprecation," "pessimism," and "giving up thinking," forming a solid cocoon that tightly enveloped him.

He truly deserves to be called a future great teacher.

This "as long as I give up first, no one can defeat me" attitude is almost as bad as I am.

Lynn's gaze then turned to the back row of the classroom.

Hayato Hayama, the head of that popular group.

His clothes were a dazzling gold, representing confidence and cheerfulness.

But that golden light... seemed a bit too "standard".

It's so perfect it's like a flawless mask.

"So when we look at this article, Natsume Soseki wants to express more than just the barriers between people."

Lynn's voice remained calm, as if he were simply giving a routine classroom lecture.

"At a deeper level, it's a kind of inner struggle."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Yukinoshita and Yuihama almost imperceptibly.

"Sometimes, it's about forcing yourself to act in a way that others expect, or imitating a certain image that you think is 'correct'..."

His voice softened slightly, carrying a hint of a strange smile.

"On the contrary, it will make you lose what is truly important."

The words fell.

The classroom remained quiet.

But at the same time, the two girls from the Service Club suddenly shuddered.

"Clap."

The expensive fountain pen in Yukino's hand lingered on the notebook for far too long.

A drop of ink spread uncontrollably, leaving a glaring stain on her neat and beautiful handwriting.

She suddenly raised her head, and for the first time, undisguised astonishment appeared in her eyes, which were always as clear and cold as an ancient well.

What...is he saying?

What does it mean to force a role?

What does it mean to imitate a "correct" image?

Is this just a coincidence? Or... does this seemingly lazy teacher, Lynn, who usually appears to be nothing more than handsome, actually... see through something?

impossible.

Yukino Yukinoshita immediately dismissed this absurd idea in her mind.

From childhood to adulthood, she has always adhered to the principle of "correctness," demanding it of herself and using it to judge others.

This is her pride, and also her armor.

Apart from her sister, no one has ever been able to so accurately... touch the most hidden part of her heart.

On the other hand, Yui Yuigahama's reaction was even more obvious.

She tensed up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

The orange-red emotional light cluster flickered violently, almost boiling over.

She glanced instinctively at Yukinoshita beside her, then quickly looked at Ms. Lynn on the podium, her mind in turmoil.

"Playing the role that others expect you to be"...

...Isn't this talking about me?!

How did Ms. Lynn know? Was I being that obvious?

Has everyone noticed that I'm trying so hard to please Yukino?

Ugh, this is so embarrassing! I want to crawl into a hole and disappear!

On the podium, Lynn took in the reactions of the two people and a subtle smile appeared on her lips.

His already handsome face, bathed in the morning light, possessed an even more unfathomable charm due to his all-knowing composure.

Well, the effect is outstanding.

This "emotion perception" feature is simply a godsend for the teaching profession.

I'll never have to play "guess what" with these cunning teenagers again.

One-click detection saves time and effort.

A dimensional reduction attack, nothing more.

……

Meanwhile, in another world far away.

Demon Slayer Corps, Butterfly Mansion.

A member of the team scrambled into the courtyard, his face filled with a terror and disbelief that was even more intense than when he had seen an Upper Moon demon.

"Something's wrong! Miss Aoi! Lady Kanao!"

Kanzaki Aoi and Kurihana Kanao, who were hanging out to dry their bed sheets, turned around upon hearing the sound.

"What happened? Why are you in such a panic!" Kanzaki Aoi frowned and scolded.

The team member, panting heavily, pointed deep into the Butterfly Mansion to the room belonging to the Insect Pillar, his voice trembling as if he had seen the most terrifying sight in the world.

"Lady Shinobu...Lady Shinobu..."

"She... put away the smile on her face!"

"boom!"

These words struck Kanzaki Aoi and Kanao like a thunderclap.

The wooden basin in Kanzaki Aoi's hand fell to the ground with a "thud," and for the first time, Kanao's usually expressionless face showed an emotion called "horror."

That wasn't just a simple "stopping smiling".

For Shinobu Kocho now, her smile is her mask, her armor, and everything she has.

Put away your smile...

That means something far more terrifying than her sister's death has happened!

The air in the courtyard instantly became cold and heavy.

An unknown storm is quietly brewing in the deepest part of the Butterfly Mansion.

Chapter 5: Unboxing Pokemon

After school.

Just as Lynn finished packing her things and was about to slip away, the office door was suddenly pushed open with a "bang".

The newcomer was dressed in a white lab coat, with an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth, exuding an aura of "I'm not someone to mess with."

It was her colleague from the Japanese Language Department, the older, single, and powerful woman, Shizuka Hiratsuka.

"Lynn, you little brat, don't you dare run away!"

Hiratsuka Shizuka strode over and slapped his desk, making the pens in the pen holder jump.

"Hiratsuka-sensei, why are you so angry? Did the principal pressure you to go on another blind date?" Lynn lazily raised her head.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Hiratsuka Shizuka glared at him, but the annoyance in her eyes was more genuine.

"I have something important to discuss with you."

She pulled a crumpled flyer from her pocket and slapped it on the table.

“Unity Band…what’s this?” Lynn glanced at it.

"A newly formed student band, with one student in it, has a big problem."

Hiratsuka Shizuka scratched her hair in frustration.

"His name is Goto Doku, he's a first-year high school student, the one you helped talk to yesterday."

"Oh, that pink-haired little socially anxious girl."

Lynn remembered, the guitar-playing girl who would turn to ash the moment she spoke to someone.