I'm a teacher in Tokyo!

I deserve to die!

She wiped away her tears, then gently pushed open the door and walked up to Yoshizaki Kawa: "Teacher, why did you keep this from me?"

Yoshizaki River "?"

What are you talking about? The thing about me fighting a ghost yesterday and getting injured?

Damn it, you don't know anything, do you?

Yoshizaki Kawa felt a surge of vigilance.

But the next moment, Kayako choked up and said;

"It must hurt a lot. It's all my fault for calling the teacher before. Otherwise, the teacher wouldn't have come to the villa to pick us up in the heavy snow, and the previous injury wouldn't have recurred."

She bent down and squatted in front of Yoshizaki Kawa, looking at the hideous wound in front of her, and felt a pang of heartache and regret.

Without asking Yoshizaki Kawa's permission, Kayako picked up a piece of cotton cloth and gently wiped away the surrounding blood and grime, as if afraid that Yoshizaki Kawa would suffer pain. Then she began to apply medicine.

"..."

Seeing the latter's guilty expression, Yoshizaki Kawakami felt that Kayako might have misunderstood.

She probably thought it was a wound she had sustained while climbing over the wall, but actually... it wasn't.

However, the origin of the wound was indeed difficult to explain, and he could only remain silent.

As Kayako tended to her wounds, she asked in a tearful voice;

"Teacher, is Kayako a bad child?"

She truly felt that it was all her fault, that she was like a bad child, greedily demanding things.

Even though the teacher was injured because of me, I still called her with that mindset yesterday, forcing her to take time out of her busy schedule to pick me up.

If I hadn't been so petty, if I hadn't called last night, would the teacher have been less seriously injured?

Yoshizaki was silent for a moment, then a smile appeared on his face;

He gently stroked Kayako's cheek with his right hand, lifting her cold face to meet his gaze, and said softly:

"How could that be? In the teacher's eyes, Kayako has always been a very well-behaved child."

P.S.: Sorry for the lack of updates these past few days. I've been mainly working on the outline and ensuring quality. I've now finished the outline for this volume, and I'll make up for the missed updates tomorrow (currently 30,000 words short, total updates since release: 4,000 words short, followed by 6,000 words over the next three days, totaling 30,000 words short).

PS1: I recommend a friend's Xianxia novel about immortality; those interested can check it out.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 115 Don't Go Too Far (4k)

Outside the window, light snow began to fall again;

In her room, the girl gently stroked her cheek with her right hand, her eyes filled with a kind of infatuation. She wanted to peel off the skin on her face that the teacher had touched and keep it as a keepsake.

But clearly, this is just wishful thinking.

If her cheeks were damaged for such a strange reason, the teacher would definitely look at her differently, which was something Kayako could never accept.

Kayako stroked it for a while, then took a cardboard box out of the cabinet;

Besides notebooks, the cardboard box contained many other odds and ends, such as the sticks from lollipops, a discarded mask that the teacher had worn, empty mineral water bottles, and so on.

She collected these junk items like a cat, treating them as precious treasures.

He took out the mask, kissed it, and then turned to the latest page of his notebook.

When she began writing, Kayako's writing habits were always free-spirited, without a fixed format or in any order from left to right or top to bottom.

She often writes down whatever comes to mind, sometimes even interspersed with simple sketches;

"...Tonight, I discovered that my teacher had been trying to hide the injuries I caused him. I felt like a bad person, but he cupped my face in his right hand and told me that in his heart, I had always been a good child..."

"My gentle teacher, I'm madly in love with him. I want to possess everything about him, or be possessed by him. I've always kept the door ajar, waiting for him to one night break into my world—"

"I'm willing to share him too."

Kayako closed the notebook, held it in her arms as usual to savor the moment, and after a while, put the notebook back in the box and placed the box under the dark bed.

However, what she didn't know was that after she put the notebook back, someone seemed to still be scribbling furiously and hastily on it.

"Then—suppress me, crush me, kneel at his feet, become a slave to him in a ritual of complete obedience, wanting to groan in humiliation, being held in his hands, being held until suffocated, being lifted high, having my flesh pierced, making me let out weak cries, ignoring them—I longed for him to tell me that he wanted to devour me."

"Share him? No, he can only belong to me alone. I can't even look at anyone else. Ah, I really want to kill every woman he sees!"

"Ha, what a twisted idea! But I have to admit, this is exactly what I want."

"Kayako, accept me. This is the most disgusting, but also the most real, version of you!"

After this page was written on, it slowly turned over, close to what Kayako had written. All the crooked and messy words came together, and if someone opened it to look at it, they would find that these words formed a portrait.

The portrait depicts a man wearing glasses, smiling as he looks ahead.

Kayako, curled up on the bed, hesitated for a long time before finally putting her middle finger in her mouth, her face flushed with a sickly redness.

On his fingers, there was fresh blood that had just flowed from the teacher's wound;

……

Perhaps because Kayako possessed special abilities, Yoshizaki Kawa unexpectedly felt a significant reduction in the pain of his wounds after being teased by her.

I tried walking around and found that it was almost no problem;

I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the boundless power of the Kayako Ancestor!

Now, even if I go to Tomie's house for a home visit, and something happens along the way, I should be able to handle it.

Yoshizaki glanced at his notepad and realized that there was actually one more thing to do before Tomie—

Kayako's parents' ashes are still kept on top of a cabinet, and they might have gotten damp by now...

But I've been too busy lately and haven't had time to deal with it.

So, for now, we can only make do with them for the time being, since the dead are not that important compared to the living.

Let's dedicate this week to Tomie's home visits!

Without any psychological pressure, Yoshizaki made this wonderful decision and planned to send it to Kayako tomorrow.

Although it sounds a bit strange to say it like that, in reality, given Kayako's personality, she wouldn't take such things to heart at all.

"Yes... there's one more thing, that videotape—"

I was supposed to take the videotape home and keep it, but I forgot about it this afternoon, probably because I was too tired and was in class.

"Let's bring it back tomorrow."

After arranging everything, Yoshizaki Kawa finally lay down on the bed, ready to sleep.

……

Tomie lay naked in a petal-filled bath. It was winter, with snow falling and a chill in the air. The steam from the bath carried water vapor, and the mirror was covered with a layer of condensation, making her reflection somewhat blurry.

She submerged her chin in the water, idly blowing bubbles, while her long, black hair floated to the surface.

At this time,

"Wang Wang!"

The golden retriever in the entryway barked wildly, startling Tomie, who was playing a diving game. She jumped up from the bathtub, and as water droplets slid down her body, she suddenly noticed the blurry mirror in front of her.

In the mirror, my reflection was somewhat blurry, like someone else;

That deep, melancholic gaze seemed to be looking at oneself through a mirror;

Tomie felt a sudden panic and a chill run down her spine. Trying to remain calm, she muttered to herself, "Haha, I'm still so beautiful in the mirror!"

As she spoke, she picked up a towel and wiped the water off her body, then wrapped it around herself to form a makeshift garment.

Then, suppressing his panic, he casually walked to the mirror and wiped away the fog.

After wiping it off, my own reflection was revealed, and there was nothing unusual about it.

Tomie breathed a sigh of relief.

Without preparing to fill the bathtub with water, I drew the curtains and returned to my room;

However, what she didn't notice was;

After she left the mirror, the reflection in the mirror remained motionless, still in the mirror.

Putting on her pajamas, she lay on the large bed. Because it was a villa, the room felt particularly spacious. And lately, for some reason, Tomie always had the feeling that she was being followed, as if there was a pair of eyes watching her no matter where she went.

This feeling made her feel very uncomfortable, and it only disappeared after she returned to the villa.

Because of this inexplicable feeling, she even pulled "Yoshizaki Kawa No. 2," who originally slept in the doghouse outside, into the house to keep her company.

But just now, she felt like she was being spied on again.

She felt a little uneasy for a moment, but just as she was feeling uneasy, the golden retriever seemed to sense her unease. It rubbed its paws on the blanket, then obediently jumped onto the bed and sat cross-legged at the foot of the bed to sleep.

As Yoshizaki Kawa No. 2 lay down on the bed, Tomie felt a surge of security.

She gently stroked Yoshizaki River No. 2, and thinking of that despicable man who shared the same name as her dog, a slight smile appeared on her lips:

"If only Number One were as obedient as you."