Tokyo: Let the wicked women pay the price!

The next day was calm and peaceful.

Under Sai's coercion, Kasuga arrived at school early and hid near the wardrobe, his eyes fixed on Nyaruko's personal locker.

Soon, she appeared, like a goddess descending to earth.

Sato Nyako.

She simply stood there, and naturally became the center of attention.

Wearing a neatly ironed school uniform, with every pleat on the skirt perfectly pressed and the bow tie tied in a tidy manner.

She mechanically opened the wardrobe, and at the same time, as if she had rehearsed it a hundred times, she suddenly dodged to the side.

wow-

A small mountain of envelopes was piled up on the ground.

Nyarko expressionlessly picked up the pile of trash, dumped it into the trash can in the corner, and didn't even glance at it.

She was puzzled as to why these people always thought that writing a so-called love letter would make her date them.

What can pale words possibly explain?

She shook her head. What a boring high school boy.

Nyaruko's gaze swept over Haruhi's shadow; he was hiding in the stairwell, secretly watching her.

She scoffed at these guys who only know how to hide their true intentions and write love letters.

It's not as fun as springtime.

At least he could tolerate that kind of bullying.

Strong and kind.

If she really had to choose, she would rather choose a kind person like Haruhi.

But why did she choose that?

She couldn't let her father down; she had to become the best student.

So even if she noticed that Haruhi seemed to like her... why should she choose him if he didn't pursue her?

It seems like she doesn't have a compelling reason to be in a relationship.

As for spring...

Nyarko smiled; liking her was simply the other person's business.

Haruhi, who was in the corner, shrank back, as if he had noticed Nyaruko's gaze.

Sai's voice sounded behind him.

"See? To her, your feelings are nothing but troublesome garbage."

Chunri instinctively retorted, "That was a love letter you wrote; I was just passing it on..."

Sai's voice faded into the distance: "Does it matter who wrote it?"

"Second task: Describe your feelings when you looked at her clothes, in no less than 800 words."

"Read it to me after school."

......

"So, did you write it?"

Fujino adjusted his glasses.

He didn't think Kasuga would be foolish enough to actually write it down and read it to Sai.

It's a very simple logic, but anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is not quite right.

This is clearly handing the other party new leverage.

However, Fujino couldn't think of any other way to break the deadlock, since the other party had solid evidence against Kasuga—that slightly sour gymnastics uniform.

This Nakamura Sai is indeed quite capable.

Haruhi shook his head, not directly answering Fujino's question.

"Mr. Fujino, have you ever read poetry?"

"Haikus?"

"Modern poetry in Europe".

"I haven't heard of it, but that doesn't stop you from talking about it."

Spring seemed lost in memories, a slight smile appearing on her face: "That was Baudelaire's poetry collection 'Les Fleurs du Mal' (The Flowers of Evil), filled with melancholy, the bizarre, sorrow, rebellion, and the darkness in his heart."

"That book of poems was my reply to Sai. I said that I shared the same thoughts as that book of poems at the time."

For the first time, Fujino wanted to applaud Haruhi's wit.

In these two conversations with the other party, this was the first time he had seen Haruhi's behavior so ingenious that it made him applaud.

"and then?"

Spring paused for a long time, and the voice that came out again was dry, as if it were trapped in painful memories.

"Yes......"

"As expected, there's no way I can fool her..."

......

In a corner of the library.

Upon seeing "The Flower of Evil," Sai gave a strange smile.

"Kasuga-chan, Baudelaire, you also understand Symbolist literature? That's truly impressive."

Hearing this, Haruhi thought she had successfully fooled him.

But the next second, without warning, Nakamura Sai raised his hand, and the heavy corner of the hardcover book slammed hard into Haruhi's forehead with a dull thud.

A sharp pain struck, and Chunri clutched her forehead and collapsed to the ground, feeling dizzy.

Sai rushed towards Haruhi, tearing at his clothes.

The DK shirt was taken off.

Sai suddenly pulled Nyaruko's gym uniform out of his bag.

"You like the smell? Hmm? Then become one with it!"

She rushed forward and pulled the gymnastics uniform, which was several sizes too small, over Chunri's head.

Springtime's head was still full of dizziness from the physical blow, followed by a suffocating feeling in the neck.

The collar was too small, making it hard for him to breathe.

But he soon realized his situation.

What is this? A gymnastics leotard.

What else is there?

Thinking of this, Chunri felt a chill on his legs. He struggled to pull his legs away, but it was in vain.

Sai, without any sense of reason, put the shorts on Haruhi.

Even his panties weren't fully covered...

He lay on the ground, his vision blurred, and the humiliation and suffocation were excruciating, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Sai straddled his lap, his hands resting on Haruhi's chest, his eyes fixed on Haruhi's.

"Hey, you're a pervert who secretly admires the style of JK gym uniforms..."

"...And me? I'm a pervert who likes to control perverts."

Sai lowered his body slightly. Although both of them were dressed neatly, there was a certain awkwardness between them.

She nestled against Chunri's chest, drawing circles on his skin with her finger: "Maybe we really are the same kind of people."

Springtime began to sob.

......

Fujino casually pulled out a piece of paper and handed it over.

He understood.

A more advanced form of mental manipulation.

Instead of simply using leverage to blackmail, Sai designed a terrifying progression process.

First, through the envelope and peeping, he made Haruhi see clearly how much his so-called feelings were worth in the eyes of a school star like Nyaruko.

This step is to shatter the pure love dream of spring.

Despite Haruhi's bizarre behavior, including wearing a gymnastics uniform, he still harbored a sliver of hope.

He fantasizes about starting a normal school romance with Nyaruko.

Until that love letter was thrown into the trash can.

In fact, Sai didn't write anything in the love letter; he just wrote "Kasuga Shinya" on the envelope.

She knew Nyaruko wouldn't open it, but she didn't expect that the other party wouldn't even have time to look at the name.

Sai had originally wanted to see Nyaruko angrily throw the envelope at Kasuga's face.

That would be more effective.

Pity.

What followed was the destruction and reconstruction of his personality.

Forcing someone to write down their feelings when they were lunging is a typical form of personal insult; and then forcing them to admit their crimes only deepens this harm.

To defeat Kasuga was to shatter his dignity from a certain body.

Forcing him to wear Nyaruko's gym uniform, on the other hand, stemmed from a suffocating sense of impending death and a feeling of shame, blocking all possible paths for Kasuga.

This led him only to slide into an endless abyss.

At this crucial moment, she reached out a hand to Haruhi.

Acceptance called "kindness".

Fujino narrowed his eyes slightly.

Based on his experience

This may be the real abyss.