In the first-floor girls' restroom, the 'Under Maintenance' sign was still standing.
Hayami Mari had her blindfold removed by Sen Getsusa and was pulled to the same spot. In front of the stall, two girls were huddled in the corner, trembling.
Nakajima Saki revealed the part below her neck as she wrapped herself around the toilet, kneeling on the floor, while everything above her neck was stuffed into the toilet bowl.
Sen Getsusa lowered the toilet seat, pinning her neck, and stepped on it firmly with her leather shoes.
"There, go play." Sighing, the girl twirled her black hair with her index finger: "Go on, didn't you promise them?"
Two minutes ago, an anxious Hayami Mari had grabbed Sen Getsusa's finger, shaking it urgently, her mouth mumbling something unclearly.
"No! Mari! Play!"
Three bored girls had deceived this silly girl, to the point that even now, she still wanted to fulfill her 'promise.'
Sen Getsusa didn't care; she casually grabbed Nakajima Saki's long hair, dragged the girl all the way into the stall, and lifted her already red and swollen cheeks to look left and right.
Then, she stuffed her head into the toilet.
Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle.
Sen Getsusa kept pressing the flush button.
The girl struggled frantically; the intense feeling of suffocation and the will to survive made her neck keep arching upward, but the plastic toilet seat behind her head was held down firmly by Sen Getsusa's leather shoe.
This face, which had been laughing just a moment ago, now only wanted to get above the water.
Splash—
Sen Getsusa pressed the flush button again, and the girl's struggle became more violent.
"Come here, baby." While stepping on it, Sen Getsusa even turned around and waved to Hayami Mari, saying something strange: "bari bari! Someone is waiting for me for lunch. It's all because of you, I'm starving to death."
The dissatisfied girl stomped on the toilet seat a few more times.
Bang! Bang!
Sen Getsusa pulled Hayami Mari over, letting her sit upright on top of it.
The girl grinned foolishly, constantly muttering something. While sitting on the toilet, she would occasionally lift her body and exert force downward with all her might.
"Mama!"
Bang!
"Mama!"
Bang!
The sound of a neck being squeezed and struggling.
The cowering girls had completely lost their minds.
The two of them stared blankly at Sen Getsusa, then at Nakajima Saki's twitching legs—their originally pounding, hot hearts felt as if they had been doused with a bucket of ice-cold water, the chill seeping into their bones.
They watched in horror as the beautiful girl smilingly gave advice on Hayami Mari's movements, her words filled with nonchalant casualness, her slender fingers twirling layers of black hair.
Lunatic... She's a lunatic!!
"Sen... Getsusa. I'm sorry..." The one who filmed the video lowered her head, her whole body shivering: "I'm sorry! Please! Let Saki go! She... she's going to die!!"
"Please!"
"Please! Don't..."
"Don't..."
The two of them had already cast aside their shame, kneeling on the floor and begging in terror.
Sen Getsusa's neatly trimmed fingertip tapped the beauty mark at the corner of her eye. One by one, her eyes looked curiously at the group of girls huddled together.
"Humans don't die that easily."
Sen Getsusa shrugged and hooked her fingers at them again: "Come over here quickly."
Hayami Mari raised her arms high, her vacant eyes looking at the ceiling, saliva flowing down the corner of her mouth to her neck... "So, what did you do?"
Teacher Hiratsuka sighed repeatedly with a heavy heart. She whispered a few questions, then turned her gaze to the three girls in front of her—
Their hair hung on their faces like seaweed, and everyone's face had more or less some lingering swelling. Their thighs couldn't stop trembling, and the way they looked at Sen Getsusa was also hard to describe.
Like they were looking at a demon.
"Nothing, I had eel rice for lunch." Sen Getsusa looked at the three girls in confusion: "What happened to them?"
Nakajima Saki took Teacher Hiratsuka's tissue, feeling both afraid and angry. Just as she was about to raise her finger, she immediately recalled something, stumbled back two steps, and hid behind Teacher Hiratsuka.
"It was her! Teacher Hiratsuka! She hit me!"
Teacher Hiratsuka looked at Sen Getsusa, then at Nakajima Saki.
The two girls beside her were clearly shaking even harder, hanging their heads and saying nothing.
Clearly, only Nakajima Saki herself was willing to testify against Sen Getsusa.
"You guys?"
Nakajima Saki pushed one of the girls in disbelief, grabbing her arm and shouting: "Speak up!"
There was still a long silence.
"Her! It's her! She hit me! I want to call the police!"
Nakajima Saki screamed heart-wrenchingly, leaving the two girls behind and shouting at Teacher Hiratsuka.
"So... Sen Getsusa?"
Sen Getsusa, who was playing with her hair, was sitting on Teacher Hiratsuka's desk with her legs crossed.
On the computer screen, a card game was displayed, minimized by half.
The young girl was holding the mouse with one hand, skillfully proceeding through her journey to clear the game.
"Here's a 7... the one after that is a 6..."
"Sen Getsusa!"
"Eh?"
Look up.
"I didn't do anything. I went to eat lunch. Hit you? Nakajima-san, aren't you being a bit too difficult?" Sen Getsusa smiled and raised the hand holding the mouse, using the other palm to encircle her arm.
"With my level of strength, could I beat the three of you?"
Looking at the weak and elegant Sen Getsusa, Teacher Hiratsuka really wanted to strike a composed demeanor and then spit in her face with all her might.
"Evidence! I want to see the surveillance! And—" Nakajima Saki wailed shrilly.
Generally, for a teacher, a fight between students is something they'd rather ignore than deal with, but this time it was clearly a big deal. Teacher Hiratsuka also formally called in the security personnel from the surveillance room.
"That..."
"Sorry."
The security guard who rushed in stood at the door, sounding a bit apologetic: "Really sorry, there was a problem with the school's surveillance today. All records within the last three hours have disappeared..."
"We are rushing the repairs; they should be fixed by today."
"But as for the records... I'm really sorry! Teacher Hiratsuka!"
Sen Getsusa: Turtle Hermit Style Version: Spell Power Surveillance-Destroying Impact!
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Nakajima Saki turned her head blankly, her neck moving inch by inch like a rusty machine, looking toward the security guard.
"What... did you say?"
The security personnel looked at the three girls, who were like drowned rats, and repeated himself once more.
Hiratsuka Shizuka thanked him and let him leave.
"You didn't go to the girls' restroom on the first floor at noon?"
"Nope. They were probably taught a lesson by some passing Kamen Rider, right?" Sen Getsusa had a speechless expression. "Don't say things like that to frame others, Nakajima-classmate."
Despite saying that, the matter still had to be investigated.
A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door.
Yuno Gasai walked in gracefully.
"Yuno-classmate, where did you have lunch at noon?" Hiratsuka Shizuka crossed her arms, using her body to block Sen Getsusa's line of sight while staring intently at Yuno Gasai.
"The rooftop."
Hiratsuka Shizuka nodded. "By yourself?"
"No?"
Yuno Gasai also looked confused, her eyes full of incomprehension and doubt. "With Sha-chan. Every day, the two of us eat together."
"Is something wrong?"
The pale pink-haired girl asked innocently, her tone full of an absolute, believable sincerity.
She tilted her head, meeting Hiratsuka Shizuka's gaze.
This feeling... Hiratsuka Shizuka suddenly remembered that day again.
'I'll cut your heads off!!'
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