Tokyo: Let the wicked women pay the price!

The Flowers of Evil

Rooted in the depths of the soul, yet blossoming on the surface of a seemingly virtuous exterior.

Baudelaire's book.

It was a book that was used as a confession not long before the Spring Festival.

How could he not recognize him?

This book is even his favorite and most beloved collection of poems, without exception.

Without the slightest hesitation, he began to recount the book as if it were a treasure trove of knowledge.

It was even the first time he received a look of surprise and admiration from Nyaruko.

"This book alludes to Paris...that chaotic era, the evil of humanity blossoming in the dirtiest corners of the city..."

Baudelaire said, "Evil is a beast that dwells in the depths of the soul."

Suddenly, Haruhi realized something, her lips turned white, and she could no longer speak.

The ugliness of human nature?

A beast hidden deep within the soul?

Isn't that himself?

Wearing a stolen gymnastics outfit belonging to his crush, he talks at length about the ugliness of human nature in front of her?

Nausea!

His fingers trembled slightly; he loathed himself for this.

Kasuga Shinya, why don't you just die?

Why pretend to be so innocent? You're nothing but filth and scum.

Nyaruko didn't think much of it when she heard that Haruhi had suddenly lost her voice.

That's how this guy is; he always stops halfway through what he's saying.

Thinking about Kasuga's experience of being bullied, Nyaruko suddenly felt a pang of sympathy.

He might have become curious about this book because of his physical pain and his desire to see why people could be so evil.

After all, as the victim of bullying, he felt like he was being trampled on in rotten mud.

Even so, he still managed to grow a fairly upright flower in this soil.

In the narrow bookshelves of the secondhand bookstore, the musty smell of old paper permeates the air.

Nyaruko looked at Haruhi, whose face had suddenly turned pale and who was trembling slightly, and her heartache almost overflowed.

She took a small step forward, as if she wanted to reach out and soothe the pain in the boy's eyes caused by the memory of being bullied.

"I'm sorry, Shinya-kun... Did I remind you of some bad memories?"

The girl's voice was as gentle as a clear spring, sweet and soothing.

But to Kasuga's ears, it was like some kind of deadly poison.

He couldn't bear to hear such gentle whispers from the other person.

He stumbled back two steps, his back slamming against the wooden bookshelf behind him with a thud, making several dusty old books rustle.

"No...no."

Kasuga clenched his fists tightly, unable to look into Nyaruko's big eyes, which were filled with innocence and concern.

She was too close.

He was so close that he could even smell the faint scent of soap on the other person.

He was so close that he could hardly hide the slightly sour, sinful scent of the other person emanating from him.

Nyarko doesn't seem to want to stop just like that.

She gently took Chunri's hand, a hint of sadness in her eyes: "Everything is over now, at least I will protect you."

Do not!

My fingertips trembled in the spring sunshine.

What should have been a sweet hand-holding moment now felt like being in dire straits.

That hand was soft, with the warm and clean body temperature unique to a young girl.

Sato Nyako stared at him, her eyes flashing with an almost saintly resolve.

This school beauty, who had been groomed by her father like a precision instrument for sixteen years, finally found the first complete soul in her life that she felt she needed to protect and give kindness to.

But the purer and more sorrowful she was, the more thoroughly Chunri's inner defenses crumbled.

This is too cruel.

Haruhi knew perfectly well that if he still had any moral compass, he should dump her immediately. He should tell Nyaruko that he was nothing but a despicable thief and then get out of her world completely.

But he couldn't do it.

He saw the light in Nyaruko's eyes, a light that evoked both tenderness and closeness—something he had always longed for.

He couldn't bear to push Nyaruko away.

He even had a fleeting fantasy.

If Nyaruko took just half a step forward, as long as she rested her head against her chest, she could hear the stolen fabric rubbing frantically, and she could smell her own tainted body heat.

This is undoubtedly an exaggerated imagination.

Springtime thinks she's a pervert.

In order to prevent her from discovering that he was actually trash, he could only hold her hand tightly in return.

He chose to become an even dirtier beast for this lust.

Feeling Haruhi's hand tighten slightly, Nyaruko smiled.

She tilted her head, her eyes narrowed into crescent moons, and led Chunri by the hand toward the boss.

I bought the book "The Flowers of Evil".

She led Haruhi, dressed like a doll, aimlessly until they reached the swing in the small park.

She placed the paper bag containing the books on her lap and swung the swing gently.

"Hey, Shinya-kun, you like me, right?"

Faced with this question, which was almost a rhetorical one yet carried an infinitely tender probing tone, Chunri's tongue seemed to freeze.

He looked down at his hands, which had just held the school beauty's hand and were now sweating profusely.

"How could I not like it..."

Springtime heard her own voice squeezed out from deep in her throat, dry and rough like a withered leaf crushed in autumn.

He is no longer human; he is doing the most despicable things.

For the sake of this tenderness, he chose to conceal everything and become the most despicable beast.

Upon hearing the answer, Nyaruko's smile widened instantly.

Squeak—squeak—

The sound of the swings was deafening in the spring sunshine.

She swung on the swing, her white dress billowing in the wind like a free white dove. She laughed so happily, even with a hint of pride.

Laughter pierced the sky, along with Nyaruko's words, "Then let's go out," shattering Haruhi's defenses.

That's really foul.

How could I possibly refuse that...?

This heartwarming scene was witnessed by Nakamura Sato, who was behind the park wall.

A slight smile appeared on her lips.

It's going exactly as planned, that's wonderful, Kasuga-kun.

You really don't dare to confess your shady dealings to Sato-kun.

I just didn't expect...

She clenched her fists.

Sato Nyako, this high-and-mighty flower, actually accepted a worthless scoundrel like Kasuga Shinya.

This was something she hadn't expected.

She unconsciously gritted her teeth, feeling annoyed as if her toy had been taken away.

Sai took a can of cola out of his bag.

Her smile was unrestrained.

Bedbugs should be like Coca-Cola, something that ends up in the sewers!

She carried the opened soda can and staggered toward Kasuga and Nyaruko.

The two people nestled together on the swing, like protagonists in a youth movie, seemed to be surrounded by a faint pink bubble.

Unfortunately, the bubble burst as soon as it was poked.

They are the same.

Just like now!

Sai suddenly splashed the cola on Haruhi's chest, then turned and ran away.

Although Nyarko wasn't splashed, she let out a gasp.

But soon, she hurriedly stood up and roared at Sai, who was walking away, "You bastard? Apologize to Kasuga-kun!!"

I didn't get up in the spring.

Hearing Nyarlathotep, who had just become his girlfriend, stand up for him, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

He recognized the figure from behind; it was Nakamura Sai. Sure enough, she was watching him from the shadows.

At this moment, he dared not make any rash moves.

The cola soaked through DK's shirt, and through the semi-transparent fabric, the five characters "Sato Naako" could be clearly seen on his chest.

He hastily clutched his thin coat, trying to cover up all traces.

"Shinya-kun?! What happened? Did you get water in your eyes?"

Nyarko's hurried footsteps approached.

She didn't have time to chase after the fleeing figure anymore. In a panic, she squatted down and reached out her hands to try to pull away Chunri's arms that were protecting her chest.

"I'm going home now! My clothes are completely filthy!"

Haruhi suddenly stood up, not daring to look at Nyaruko again, and sped off in another direction, quickly disappearing at the end of the road.

Cherry blossoms are falling.

Nyarko remained squatting beside the swing where she had just received a confession for a long time without moving.

Her expression was a mix of amusement and exasperation.

What was supposed to be a happy and cozy date was suddenly ruined like this.

But it’s okay,

At least she got a lovely boyfriend.

Thinking about this,

Sato Nyako couldn't help but hum softly.

It was a perfect day, I suppose.