Tokyo: Let the wicked women pay the price!

Fujino tapped the table lightly.

It made a series of crisp sounds.

The shadow of Ayame Himegami is becoming more and more obvious in Nakamura Sai.

This method transforms the victim's instinct for self-preservation into fuel for deeper control.

She gave Chunri hope, encouraging him to use social transgressions as a form of "suicidal liberation."

What Haruhi didn't know was that Nyaruko's long-term high-pressure family background had made her extremely addicted to this kind of overstepping boundaries and complete relaxation without any pressure.

What a perfect scheme.

Manipulating people's hearts.

Fujino was just really curious.

Is the other party some kind of deity?

How can you gain such insight?

This level of design requires extremely strong psychological profiling skills.

Sato Nyako's perfectly pressed uniform every day, her love letters that she throws into the trash without even looking at the brand names, and her emotionless "Hi, Father" when she hears the phone ring are all perfect signals.

In the eyes of ordinary boys, she is an unattainable beauty.

But in Nakamura Sai's eyes, this was a machine that was suppressed to the extreme and was about to explode.

What alarmed Fujino even more was her design for spring.

If Nyarko rejects Kasuga, can Kasuga truly achieve freedom amidst his complete breakdown? It's highly likely he'll be completely led astray by Nakamura Sai.

If Nyaruko accepts Kasuga's confession as she does now...

She can then increase the stakes.

Have Haruhi wear Nyaruko's clothes to go on a date with him.

This undoubtedly put a psychological shackle on Chunri, constantly reminding him that he was a despicable thief.

They are bedbugs that covet sunlight.

They are garbage who crave the attention of the gods.

This will keep springtime on the verge of suffering.

Inextricable.

Fujino felt somewhat helpless; the story from two years ago... was quite something.

It was so good it made me want to vomit.

Nakamura Sai's most ruthless act was that she didn't confine Haruhi to a dark basement, but instead pushed him into the sunlight he craved most, yet secretly deprived him of the right to enjoy it.

What exactly is she trying to do?

Fujino leaned back slowly in his chair, his gaze fixed on Haruhi.

So how did he deal with it afterwards?

As if knowing what Fujino was expecting, Haruhi gave a wry smile and continued:

"Someone like me who secretly loves Nyaruko, even knowing I'll be controlled by Sai, how could I possibly refuse to go on a date with her?"

......

Springtime completely forgot that she had been coerced.

All he knew was that he was going on a date with Nyaruko this weekend.

Where are you going?

He doesn't have any special talents; his only advantage is that he reads a lot of books.

Despite his lack of experience, he knew that it was better to go on a date in his own territory.

If they were talking about literature, he should be able to have a conversation with Nyaruko.

Moreover, used bookstores are also a rather novel dating spot.

Let's decide on this.

These past few days, Sai has been quiet, not bothering Haruhi at all.

This made him feel uneasy, as if something was missing, and he was also afraid that she was holding back a big one.

Sure enough, it happened on Friday after school.

While changing his shoes in the spring, I saw Nakamura Sai sitting on the steps, swinging his legs.

She still wore that gentle smile as she slowly walked towards the spring sun.

"Hey, you're going on a date tomorrow, right?"

Chunri nodded unconsciously, her expression blank.

Sai gently patted his face, took out the half-eaten lollipop, and stuffed it into Haruhi's mouth.

She turned and left silently.

But the words kept echoing in Chunri's ears, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"I'll be watching you, so please remember to wear Sato-san's clothes!"

Have a great date! Hehe~

Springtime has no idea how she got home.

Even as he reached his doorstep, he still had the lollipop, now just a paper stick, dangling from his mouth.

It was so sweet it was nauseating, making him feel vomit.

Fear, like tentacles, spread throughout his body.

He didn't speak to his parents, but went into his room alone and curled up in a corner.

He had no other choice.

He dared not disobey Nakamura Sai, but he also looked forward to tomorrow's date.

Even so, even if it meant wearing the evidence of his theft, he wanted to try his best to leave Nyaruko with some better memories.

Nyarko-san...

......

Saturday morning.

Tokyo has seen a rare clearing of the sky.

Shimokitazawa is a place filled with vintage clothing stores, secondhand bookstores, and old record stores.

We arranged to meet at a used bookstore near my home in the spring.

Nyarko arrived early.

She was wearing a pure white dress, standing in the light, looking clean and bright, like a dandelion that had finally bloomed after leaving home.

A gust of wind blew, and the wide hem of her skirt swayed.

The girl pressed it shyly, looking like a frozen frame from an anime.

Her face flushed, she smiled at Haruhi, and asked in a sweet voice, "Shinya-kun, is this the place?"

"Hi, hi... this is the place."

Looking at the bright and cheerful Nyaruko in spring, I felt even more gloomy.

He had tried his best to clean and tidy up, but he still felt like a rat in a sewer.

Only he knew that inside the DK shirt, the slightly sour and narrow blue leotard that belonged to the girl in white in front of him was stuck to his chest like a branding iron.

With his tense breathing, the five characters "Sato Naako" printed on his chest seemed to be constantly rubbing against his skin, causing a tingling sensation.

He is a criminal.

"Hey. What are you thinking about?"

Nyaruko crept closer, her large eyes coming within centimeters of Haruhi at their closest point.

Away from school and her parents, she was so energetic and full of life.

It's hard not to be tempted.

Haruhi subconsciously took half a step back: "N-nothing... I just think you look so beautiful in this outfit today."

Nyaruko's fair cheeks instantly flushed crimson. She seemed utterly powerless against Haruhi's straightforward yet not cloying praise.

"Idiot." The girl muttered under her breath, as if to hide her embarrassment, and turned around to quickly push open the somewhat mottled wooden door of the old bookstore.

"Let's go in. I've always been interested in these kinds of secondhand bookstores, but my father doesn't let me spend time in places like this."

jingle--

The copper bell on the door rang out with a clear, crisp sound, transporting the two into another world.

This is Chunri's most confident home ground, but he's not in good form today.

He seemed somewhat detached, the incriminating evidence on his chest appearing even more scorching in the cramped space of the shop.

Nyaruko walked ahead with light steps, her wide white dress fluttering between the bookshelves that were only wide enough for one person to pass through.

She seemed to have spotted a book she liked, and excitedly turned around, waving to Haruhi: "Shinya-kun, come look at this!"

Springtime can only be endured with a heavy heart.

When Nyaruko moved closer to him without warning, their shoulders almost brushing together, Kasuga froze in terror, even holding his breath.

Nyarko, holding the book, smiled and said to him, "The title of this book looks interesting. Have you read it?"

As Chunri looked at the book title, her pale lips moved but she couldn't make a sound.

The Flowers of Evil