Tokyo: I can enlighten all obsessions

After saying goodbye to Kujou Hisana, Kamiki Toru walked alone on his way back to the teaching building.

The afternoon sun was scorching and almost blinding, accompanied by the shrill chirping of cicadas in the treetops, which made people feel irritable.

Kamiki Tetsu calmly reviewed the somewhat crazy plan he had just made in his mind.

We need to make that lofty "goddess" cheap.

Then we must make her display a disgustingly seductive demeanor in front of everyone.

Kamiki Tetsu pondered, his gaze unconsciously sweeping over his right hand, which was tucked into his pocket.

My fingertips touched the cold push button of the utility knife.

In an instant, the scene from the storeroom not long ago flashed through his mind like a slideshow.

At that moment, he pressed the blade against the imposter's neck.

When faced with the threat of death, a normal person's reaction should be fear, pleading for mercy, or angry retaliation.

But what about that guy?

Kamiki Tetsu narrowed his eyes slightly.

He remembers it very clearly.

Instead of retreating, "Hoshino Ruri" actively met the cold blade.

An eerie flush rose on her once innocent face.

Her rapid breathing was tinged with barely concealed excitement.

That look in his eyes was as if he were savoring some exquisite flavor.

"I see……"

That wasn't just a succubus who specialized in hunting the opposite sex.

He is also a masochist with a perverse craving for pain and torture.

This is not just a weakness.

This is practically handing them a weakness.

Since she enjoys being treated roughly and even derives pleasure from death threats.

So, what kind of expression would she show if she were given the ultimate humiliation and cruel treatment in public?

It will surely wag its tail and beg for more "rewards" like a shameless stray dog.

This image is absolutely the most potent form of spiritual poison for those boys who idolize her.

Kamiki Tetsu pulled himself out of his thoughts and stepped into the teaching building.

It was already time for class.

The corridor, which should have been filled with the sounds of reading and chalk scraping against the blackboard, was eerily quiet at this moment.

Only the soft scraping sound of Kamiki Tetsu's indoor shoes on the floor echoed in the empty space.

The air was filled with an indescribable, sweet scent, which became stronger the closer you got to the second-year floors.

Kamiki Tetsu stopped outside the back door of Class 2-B.

There was no sound of reading aloud.

The classroom was as quiet as an altar where some kind of secret ritual was taking place.

He glanced inside through the small window above the back door, his face expressionless.

The podium was empty, and the blackboard, with only a few hastily written mathematical formulas, was tossed aside.

The middle-aged math teacher, who should have been standing on the podium maintaining discipline, was now humbly squatting next to a seat in the last row of the classroom.

"Hoshino-kun, although this question isn't in the exam syllabus, since you're interested, I've prepared three solutions for you..."

The bald man, usually known for his sternness, now wore a fawning, greasy smile. He bent over and carefully presented the lesson plan to a girl, his posture more like someone offering a treasure to a queen than teaching.

Hoshino Ruri, who was sitting in her seat, ignored her.

She rested her chin on one hand, while idly twirling a mechanical pencil with the other, her eyes languid and arrogant.

The male students around her didn't find anything wrong with the teacher's behavior. Instead, they all turned their heads and stared at her profile with fanatical and infatuated eyes, as if being able to breathe the same air in the classroom was a supreme blessing.

The entire class had completely lost their composure.

"Haa..."

A sweet, languid sigh shattered the eerie balance in the classroom.

The mechanical pencil in Hoshino Ruri's hand fell onto the table with a "thud".

She frowned slightly, her legs, encased in black over-the-knee socks, stretched uncomfortably under the table, the toes of her shoes lightly tapping the ground as if in complaint:

"The height of this chair is so strange."

"My calves have been sore from hanging down like that for so long."

This statement is like throwing a piece of raw, bloody meat into a pond teeming with piranhas.

"Please use my back!"

"Get out of my way! My back is flatter! Hoshino-kun, please step on my back!"

"Damn it! That rough school uniform will get the goddess's shoes dirty! Use my face! My face is chubby, it'll feel so comfortable stepping on it!"

The once deathly quiet classroom instantly erupted into chaos.

Several boys who were originally best friends are now fighting as if they have a blood feud.

The desks were knocked over, and books were scattered all over the floor.

One boy was even punched hard in the nose, blood splattering on his open English textbook, but he was oblivious. His eyes were still red, and he frantically tried to crawl to Hoshino Ruri's feet, just so that her uniform shoe could stay on him for a second.

The dull thuds of fists hitting flesh, accompanied by beast-like roars, echoed throughout the classroom.

Hoshino Ruri, who caused all of this, didn't even glance at it.

She rested her chin on her hand, gazing listlessly at the clouds outside the window, as if the bloody brawl unfolding at her feet was nothing more than a dull silent play.

At this extremely chaotic moment.

The math teacher with the Mediterranean-style haircut pushed up his glasses, which had slipped off his nose. A glint of shrewdness flashed in his small, cloudy eyes, reflected in the lenses.

"Stop it! What kind of behavior is this, fighting in the classroom!"

He uttered grand and dignified lines, but his body made extremely awkward movements.

Taking advantage of the lull in the group of strong boys wrestling, this middle-aged man in a cheap suit shamelessly lay down on the ground, on all fours, like a fat lizard, and silently crawled along the aisle between the desks.

"To prevent Hoshino-kun from straining his leg muscles... the teacher must... must check the height under the table..."

He was panting heavily, with greasy beads of sweat on his forehead and a lewd smile on his lips.

He crawled forward, his stubble-covered face almost touching the floor, inching closer and closer, greedily, to the girl's slender legs encased in black stockings.

Kamiki Tetsu stood outside the small window of the back door, watching the chaotic scene of the demons dancing wildly, his brows furrowed so deeply that they could almost trap a fly.

He raised his hand and slammed his knuckles heavily against the thick glass.

"Thump, thump".

The dull sound was instantly swallowed up by the beast-like roars and the crashing of desks and chairs in the classroom, like a pebble thrown into boiling swamp, without even a splash.

The group of boys, who had completely lost their minds, were still tearing each other apart over a "footstool" seat.

however.

It's like some kind of telepathy, or like a wild beast smelling the scent of its only prey.

The girl, who had been idly twirling her pen, suddenly shuddered, as if an electric current had shot through her spine.

She slowly turned her head, her gaze piercing through the chaotic crowd, the spittle flying everywhere, and the filthy air, locking onto Kamiki Tetsu standing precisely in the shadows outside the door.

In that instant, her previously unfocused eyes transformed into a pool of spring water that was about to overflow.

She squinted, her eyes curving slightly downwards, and a sweet smile appeared on her lips.

"..."

She stood up, her movements as light as a black cat.

At her feet, the math teacher, who had just painstakingly climbed to his destination and was looking up to peek into the "sacred place," hadn't even had a chance to see what was under her skirt before his vision was completely filled by the pitch-black shoes.

"Pfft."

Hoshino Ruri didn't even glance at her feet. As if stepping on a dirty rag on the roadside, she put all her weight on that foot and walked right over the teacher's greasy face.

"Gurgle...!!"

The middle-aged man being trampled underfoot let out a muffled groan.

But there was not a trace of pain in the sound; instead, it was filled with a chilling pleasure.

Through the faint sound of the lens shattering, one could clearly see that his face, deformed by the sole of the shoe, held a dazed yet extremely happy expression.

His body convulsed violently, his nostrils flared greedily as he desperately sniffed the dusty smell of the soles of his shoes, as if the heavy pressure on his face, a mixture of dust and rubber, was the Queen's supreme blessing and reward.

Accompanied by the man's ecstatic moans at her feet, Hoshino Ruri took light steps and pulled open the sliding door.

"Splash—"

She shut out the heat wave in the classroom from behind.

When she saw Kamiki Tetsu, who was standing in front of her with a furrowed brow and icy eyes, her sweet smile became even more ambiguous.

"Allah……"

She raised her hand, gently covering the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, and let out a series of soft laughs like silver bells.

"What's wrong, Kamiki-kun?"

She tilted her head slightly, her gaze sweeping back and forth across his face, which was etched with disgust, as if admiring some interesting work of art.

"You look so pale... it's like someone in your family has died."

She didn't stop walking as she spoke.

Accompanied by a rich, sweet fragrance, she took a step forward without hesitation, a step that violated social distancing.

She stood on tiptoe, her delicate face almost touching the tip of Kamiki Tetsu's nose, her warm and moist breath spraying onto his chin without reservation.

"Hey, could it be...?"

Her voice was low, tinged with a malicious smugness:

"...Was it that mirror that broke?"

Kamiki Tetsu remained silent, coldly observing the girl standing close to him.

Seemingly finding Kamiki Toru's reaction somewhat uninteresting, or perhaps to enjoy the thrill of this cat-and-mouse game, Hoshino Ruri didn't press further. Instead, she lightly took a step back, creating some distance between them.

"That's such a pity."

She slowly raised her right hand and placed the knuckle of her index finger between her two moist red lips.

The pearly white teeth gently bit the soft flesh of the fingertip, leaving a deep tooth mark.

She slightly raised the corners of her eyes, her watery eyes gleaming with allure, and said indistinctly:

"I was thinking... if it were that child, he would probably play with me a little longer."