This guy is insaneeeeeee—
Staring at Asakusa Tetsu's face right in front of her, Kushida Kikyo screamed wildly in her heart.
Fine, fine, smashing his recorder was her fault.
Trying to threaten him with fingerprints was her fault too.
But isn't this way too crazy?!
Do you have no sense of security unless you're recording all the time?!
Her heart was full of complaints, but in reality, she only swallowed, took a deep breath, and without hesitation, stepped back two paces before bowing down.
"I'm sorry."
Dogeza.
That was the only way she could think of to apologize now.
If she didn't show enough respect, she was really afraid he'd change his mind and actually rape her.
After all, the hand that went under her skirt earlier wasn't just for show.
This lunatic really dared to do it!
Damn it, damn it, why couldn't she control her hands?
So what if he recorded it?
So what if she smashed one recorder?
She should've known this idiot wouldn't carry just one!
And definitely not only those five either!
Otherwise, how could she have snatched that one so easily earlier?
Aaaaaaaah—
Kushida really wanted to curse.
But she didn't dare.
So she obediently shrank back, lay flat on the ground, and waited for Asakusa's response.
"Something feels off."
After examining her for a while, Asakusa rubbed his chin and suddenly said,
"It's dogeza, but I feel like it shouldn't be just this."
He raised his head and looked into the distance, confirming that at this height and position, no one could possibly see them from afar—even with binoculars.
Only then did he add,
"Yeah… it still doesn't feel sincere enough. Feels lacking?"
"How about… you put your clothes aside?"
His hands gently rested on Kushida's head.
One hand lifted her hair, the other smoothed it down, slowly and carefully tidying her messy strands.
The gesture looked gentle.
But his words didn't soften at all in her ears.
C-Clothes?
Kushida slowly raised her head.
"…Huh?"
Is he serious?
"It's fine, don't be scared. I'm not planning to slowly break down your guard, or use this to stop you from running out and shouting for help. I'm also not planning to take photos as souvenirs of Miss Kushida's defeat."
With a gentle smile, Asakusa said things that terrified her.
"I just want to see a perfect dogeza."
Kushida: "..."
Who the hell would believe that?!
You basically confessed all your intentions yourself!
"Can you fulfill this wish of mine?"
Seeing her silent, Asakusa tilted his head and held out the recorders.
"I'll give these to you. I won't even pursue the one you broke."
"For the cute and charming Kushida Kikyo, this shouldn't be hard, right?"
Though he offered them, she obviously wouldn't have hands free while doing dogeza.
After thinking for a moment, Asakusa reached out, pulled open her collar, and stuffed the recorders inside.
"—!"
The cold metal slid down her chest.
Panicking, Kushida jumped up and grabbed them out.
She threw all the recorders at Asakusa in one go and shouted angrily,
"Satisfy your ass!"
She couldn't take it anymore.
He might as well just rape her.
Being tortured by him like this was worse.
At least if he did it, she could call the police afterward and send him to jail.
In the end, it'd just be lying down.
With physical evidence, it'd even be easier for the police.
She could just drop out.
Sure, she hadn't found the diary's owner yet, but once she left Advanced Nurturing High, she wouldn't need to.
The diary wouldn't matter anymore.
The only issue was Horikita Suzune.
That idiot might become even dumber alone in Class D.
…But that wasn't her problem.
After all, she'd planned to make Horikita drop out from the start.
After throwing the recorders, Kushida didn't care whether they hit.
She flopped backward and lay flat, arms and legs spread, breathing heavily.
Her messy collar rose and fell with her breath.
Staring at the blue sky, she closed her eyes.
"…Grrr."
Unfortunately, her stomach suddenly growled.
She was hungry.
Of course she was.
It was noon, she'd been kicking railings, fighting over recorders, and wasting time here.
How could she not be hungry?
"I don't care anymore," Kushida said blankly.
"Do whatever you want. Just finish quickly so I can eat."
Finish quickly, then she'd send this idiot to jail.
"Sigh, why won't you believe me…"
Asakusa sighed softly and bent down to pick up the recorders one by one.
Including the broken one.
After collecting them, he shrugged helplessly.
"I told you, I just want to see a perfect dogeza. Can't you trust me a bit more?"
Kushida: "..."
"…You're serious?"
After hesitating, she lifted her head slightly.
"Super serious."
"..."
Looking into his eyes, which didn't seem fake, Kushida fell silent.
Then, sighing, she started to move.
"I must really be crazy," she muttered.
She neatly folded her clothes and placed them aside, just as he instructed.
Then, in an extremely "refreshing" state, she lay flat on the ground again.
A breeze passed by.
She could clearly feel the coolness against her skin in the rising summer heat.
Taking a deep breath, she adjusted her posture.
And thus—
A perfect dogeza was born.
"Click."
A crisp sound rang out.
On the personal terminal, a perfect image was captured.
Kushida's breathing stopped.
"…You bastard."
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