Tokyo: Let the wicked women pay the price!

On the other side, in the after-school classroom.

What Nyarko didn't know was that Kasuga was confronting Nakamura.

Haruhi summoned an extraordinary amount of courage and looked directly at Nakamura Sai.

"What do I have to do for you to let me go? Just tell me the answer."

His voice was dry and hoarse, carrying a hint of resentment born of desperation.

Sai sat on the desk, kicked off his indoor shoes, and smiled playfully.

"Let you go? So you'll go back to your boring high school routine, Kasuga-kun?"

"Don't you think this is exciting?"

She smoothed her somewhat unkempt short hair, revealing her small, palm-sized face.

Sai's appearance is actually not bad; in fact, it can even be described as exquisite.

But her bright lipstick was something that... I just couldn't appreciate.

Especially in spring.

He felt nauseous looking at Sai's flamboyant and rebellious makeup.

It was this seemingly harmless guy who drove himself into this situation with no way out.

He didn't want to live like that anymore.

Even if the price is that Nyaruko parts ways with him, or even hates him, he is willing to pay it.

He would rather face Sato Nyako's disgust and abandonment than live like a two-faced person in this endless mental torture.

Nakamura Sai sat barefoot on the desk, his toes, slightly reddened in the sunlight, reaching out towards the spring sun, his smile languid.

"Then go to the blackboard and write down exactly what you, Shinya Kasuga, did."

"Let me tell you everyone, you, Kasuga, are nothing but a thief who stole Nyaruko's gym uniform, and even a pervert who confessed his feelings to her while wearing her gym uniform."

As Chunri looked at the other person's face, the sweet, cloying scent of cosmetics instantly enveloped him, making him feel suffocated.

He shouted with almost all his might, the loudest cry of his life: "Tell me! Nakamura Sai! What do you want me to do to let me go?!"

"Stop bothering me! Let me live a normal high school life! Let my girlfriend and I live a normal life!"

Before he knew it, a tear slid down Chunri's cheek. He forced back the churning in his stomach and stared wide-eyed at Nakamura Sai.

"Pfft—"

Nakamura Sai's sudden laughter echoed in the empty classroom. She laughed unrestrainedly, her expression carefree, and stretched out her hands to the sky.

But as she laughed, her voice turned shrill, and her gaze toward Chunri became more resentful.

"I thought you were a pervert like me..."

She suddenly closed the distance between herself and Chunri, her face almost touching Chunri's, and they could even see the bloodshot in each other's eyes.

She suddenly giggled: "So you're just a mediocre freak pretending to be a psychopath after all. Hehehe."

"Get lost, get lost, go live your ordinary DK life, hahahahahahaha."

For some reason, as she watched Nakamura Sai walk away, images of the days she had spent with her flashed through Haruhi's mind.

He even felt that he was only in a most relaxed state when he was with Sai Nakamura.

Although Nyaruko is bright and cheerful, and full of tender love, I am always cautious and timid around her, afraid to expose the rotten and decaying shell beneath my outer layer.

Although Nakamura Sai is a complete devil, he is the one who understands his true self the most.

When Chunri heard her say that she was going to disappear from her side completely, she did not feel relieved, but only felt an indescribable panic.

If this guy disappears, does that mean the person who truly knows his true form also disappears?

It shouldn't be like this.

Springtime brings cold hands and feet, isn't that exactly what he needs?

When you actually obtain it, why do you feel a sense of emptiness and fear?

He watched as Nakamura Sai slowly got up, folded Nyaruko's gym uniform, and threw it in his face.

She then slowly put on her socks and indoor shoes, and walked towards the front door of the classroom.

As Chunri watched her figure gradually disappear into the distance, her breathing became increasingly difficult.

He cannot let Sai leave.

I can't let her leave the room, nor can I let her disappear from my view.

Kasuga, in a frenzy, ripped off Nyaruko's leotard from her face, rushed to the podium, grabbed a piece of pale chalk, and began writing frantically on the blackboard.

Nakamura Sai stopped in his tracks, almost reaching the door.

She heard the sound of spring and turned to look at the blackboard with a blank expression.

"I, Shinya Kasuga, am a despicable thief who stole Nyaruko's gym uniform. I'm even a pervert who wore her gym uniform..."

Sai lowered his head slightly, and the corners of his mouth could be faintly seen under his hair.

Springtime writes wildly, as if possessed.

He wrote with so much force that he broke chalk stick after stick, making a sickening "crunch" sound on the blackboard.

"Snap!"

The chalk broke in two, but Shinya Kasuga seemed completely oblivious to it.

Like an addict who has finally found his drugs, he frantically filled most of the blackboard with words that could cause his complete social death and crush his self-esteem into powder, while tears streamed down his face.

But even that wasn't enough for him.

He turned around and saw the figure that was simply standing still.

He muttered to himself, "What else...what else is needed..."

Sai's figure moved.

She walked to the corner and took out the ink and brush she would use in calligraphy class.

Springtime seems to have found an outlet.

He grabbed a brush, dipped it in ink, and began to scribble on the blackboard.

Then he filled a basin with ink, dipped a mop in it, and continued writing.

From the blackboard to the floor, and then to the windowpane...

During the spring campaign, countless desks were bumped into.

Sai sat at the table in the center of the classroom, watching Haruhi's madness with a faint smile.

They held hands, gazing at spring's masterpiece.

They laughed wildly together, then fled without tidying up.

......

The next day, at the classroom door.

The air was filled with a pungent, ink-like odor.

Everyone stood at the classroom door, unsure whether to go in. People crowded into the hallway, pointing and whispering.

This also includes Kasuga, Sai, and Nyaruko standing side by side.

However, their expressions were all different.

Compared to Sai's relaxed expression, Haruhi's face clearly showed a hint of panic and lingering fear.

But he showed no sign of remorse.

All of this was laid bare under Nyarlathotep's watchful gaze.

Her brows furrowed even more.

The connection between Kasuga and Sai grew even stronger, as if they were the only couple and he was just a stranger among his classmates.

She stood closer to the other students and could smell the pungent, overwhelming stench of ink.

The source was on Chunri's body, not the smelly wooden floor.

She pursed her lips, not revealing anything.

But she knew that it was these two people who had made the classroom look like this after school last night.

Regardless of whether it was infidelity or not, it was definitely a conspiracy.

Nakamura Sai.

with.

Kasuga Shinya.