Tokyo: Let the wicked women pay the price!

Fujino is all too familiar with these lines.

He not only hears it often, but he's also been saying it to others frequently lately.

Just like the dialogues between him and Saki, Yui, or Takanashi.

Therefore, he was also well aware of the metaphor implied by this sentence structure.

That is the establishment of unequal relations.

Since Sai didn't expose Haruhi's actions on the spot, it's quite obvious that this girl is not low-level and has ulterior motives.

The weight on the back seat of his classmate, Chunri, was far heavier than he had imagined.

The result was just as Fujino expected.

Springtime recalls those scenes, and her body still trembles uncontrollably.

Fujino knew that it was the disillusionment of surviving a disaster only to fall again.

Originally, Chunri probably thought that as long as she left the school and wasn't caught red-handed, she would have escaped the center of the vortex.

But Sai's appearance shattered this illusion.

Fujino knew the weight this painful past carried for Haruhi; he had probably become like Haruhi's pet, manipulated for a long time.

From an outsider's perspective, it seems like Kasuga got the better deal by having Sai as his girlfriend.

According to Haruhi's description, Sai wasn't the most outstanding and radiant school beauty, but she was still a pretty girl with delicate features, and she had no shortage of suitors in her class.

It's almost a shame to favor such a shady corner as spring.

Fujino understood; this was a disguise disguised as a lover.

As long as Sai wears Haruhi's girlfriend's coat, she can threaten Haruhi without restraint; to outsiders, it's just a romantic gesture between lovers.

This makes Springtime's current girlfriend's question much more reasonable.

Even someone like Sai, who forces Kasuga to be with him, is bound to be teased by his current girlfriend about whether he actually dated his ex-girlfriend.

Fujino wrote Sai's name down in his notebook.

This guy's behavior seems vaguely familiar.

This sense of lurking in the shadows, the wealth of psychological knowledge, and even the perfect timing for a surprise attack.

If Kasuga hadn't mentioned that the other person's name was "Nakamura Sai," Fujino would have thought his name was—

Himegami Iris.

An eerie silence fell over the consultation room.

Kasuga was still immersed in the pain of that time, and was trembling slightly.

Fujino kept thinking... how could this trauma be healed?

This is not simply mind control; it is manipulation that exploits Kasuga's death threats and psychological flaws.

Even now, though he has found a new girlfriend and started a new life, he seems to still be living in that shadow.

asphyxia.

Fujino gently patted his back.

"Would it be convenient for your girlfriend to come over? I might need to talk to her about something."

He felt that he could no longer offer any comfort to Kasuga-kun.

On the contrary, his girlfriend, as a member of the family, should play a larger role in his treatment.

Chunri nodded, took out his phone to send a text message to his girlfriend, and leaned back in his chair.

He closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and let out a long breath.

Fujino knew that this was a release after being under immense pressure.

Just like you take a deep breath after each hand rinse, this deep breathing can effectively regulate your heart rate and help you calm down.

After exhaling that pent-up frustration, Haruhi-kun no longer looked so dejected.

Fujino waited quietly. He had no other patients today and had time to have a deep conversation with the other person.

"Fujino-san...and then..."

Haruhi's voice was somewhat cold, but she continued resolutely:

"He asked me to wait for her in a classroom in the abandoned school building after class the next day."

Fujino nodded and continued taking notes.

Just as he had predicted.

Sai sat on a lonely chair in the middle of the empty, abandoned classroom, waiting for spring to arrive.

Without any hesitation, she grabbed Chunri and made him produce the evidence.

That was a gymnastics uniform with the name "Nayako Sato" printed on it.

It had been in my schoolbag for three days, and it was all wrinkled and even had a smell like fermented tattered hemp stalks.

Sai unceremoniously covered Haruhi's face with his clothes, and mocking voices filled the air.

"Is this the outfit? That's really creepy, deliberately choosing to steal it when it's covered in sweat?"

Haruhi kept pleading with Sai, hoping to settle the matter peacefully.

He... heard Sai say with a charming smile:

"Hey, is this the attitude you should have when asking for a favor?"

"I don't need to tell you which position to use, right...?"

Fujino covered his forehead and said helplessly, "So you did a dogeza back then, right?"

Springtime nodded calmly: "They even took everything with them."

Fujino rubbed his temples.

That's fine; it's a common tactic used by these perverts.

He himself was also a master of the art, and although it was for revenge, the process was almost identical.

This piqued his curiosity.

He did this to retaliate against Takanashi for the devastating blow Takanashi had dealt to his career...

What grudge does Sai have against the invisible man, Kasuga?

impossible.

Fujino sized up Kasuga Shinya; this guy looked like the kind of creepy guy who would just sneakily peep on girls.

To put it bluntly, even if Nyaruko were drunk and he were given a chance, he would probably gently help her get dressed and then take a taxi to send her home.

He was the typical little boy.

Okay, but then I'll have bad thoughts.

It's bad, but not bad enough.

To put it bluntly, if you were to compare Shinya Kasuga with a chicken and see who is more dangerous...

Fujino could only say that the probability of being killed by a chicken was very low, but definitely not zero.

As for spring... never mind.

Then there's only one reason.

Fujino adjusted his glasses, a sudden realization dawning on him.

The woman named Nakamura Sai had no motive.

Or perhaps she did it simply because it was fun.

Malice.

Pure malice.

Unfounded malice.

There is no malice directed at people with mental disabilities.

In Fujino's mind, this woman's level of danger was already equivalent to that of Himegami Ayame.

Purely miscellaneous practice.

He twirled his pen and continued, "So what happened next? What conditions did you agree to in exchange for your freedom?"

"Or rather, a promise of freedom."

Fujino didn't believe the other party would really let Kasuga Shinya go.

If that were the case, these complicated problems wouldn't have existed in the first place.

If Sai was acting out of a sense of justice, she could have simply reported Kasuga.

The result is obvious.

She is an animal lover.

She wants to get a dog.

Indeed, isn't Kasuga, a seemingly harmless character who suddenly commits theft one day, the perfect candidate for a pet?

The result was exactly as he expected.

Chunri continued his story, his face expressionless, but a hint of excitement lingered in his words.

That day...

Sai made Kasuga kneel in front of her.

She kicked off her kidney-shaped shoes and placed her foot, which was covered by a black calf sock, on his head.

"What a despicable person... a lowly thief, the most disgusting hentai."

Despite feeling the pressure on his head in the spring, he still pressed his forehead firmly against the back of his hand.

He didn't dare to look up.

This handle is too heavy.

"Yes, you're right, Sai-kun. I was despicable. Please forgive me."

Springtime felt that the other person's feet seemed to have stopped pressing down on the top of their head.

He felt a sense of relief.

Sure enough, my easygoing, nice-natured demeanor did have an effect.

At least it can be—

"Then let me see your sincerity."

Looking at the toes wrapped in shredded lipstick, Haruhi's eyes revealed an incredulous fear.

Sai sat upright, leaning his upper body out.

Her already refined face was radiant with a bright smile:

"Please lick it."

......