Tokyo: I'm bound to the evil women!

Pleasant times always pass quickly, and the leisurely weekend is over in the blink of an eye, although his weekend can hardly be called leisurely.

Fujiwara Matsu walked into the classroom carrying his schoolbag. Chiya Mio was already sitting in her seat; she always arrived at school very early.

Upon seeing him, Chiyo Mio's pen left long marks on the paper, she visibly relaxed, and then put on a smile.

People would come into the classroom every now and then to greet her, and she would only smile and say good morning after they had greeted her.

But as Fujiwara Matsu drew closer, she spoke first in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft, her voice brighter than ever before:

"Good morning, Fujiwara-kun!"

The voice drew the attention of everyone else in the class to him. He couldn't pretend he didn't hear it, so he could only smile and respond before returning to his seat.

The other party is still trying to make Fujiwara Matsu the center of attention.

This was the second time he had faced the crowd that had gathered around him, so he was experienced.

This time, Chiyo's gaze was noticeably different, and she even mouthed the words.

Although Fujiwara Matsu didn't understand lip reading, he still understood what she wanted to say: "Fujiwara-kun, you're being disobedient."

Even if she does this, he still chooses to ignore it and respond, which will only embolden her.

Lunch break, on the rooftop.

This time, without the privileges of a young lady, Fujiwara Matsu could only eat bread outside the door.

"Fujiwara-kun, what's wrong... Oh~ I forgot, you don't have a key."

Chiya Mio walked over carrying a bento box, teasing her with a light laugh.

He stepped aside to make way, and after Chiya Mio opened the rooftop door, she casually tossed the key to Fujiwara Matsu.

"Here you go, you won't have to wait here like this anymore, it's so pitiful."

Didn't you ask me to come to the rooftop?

Fujiwara Matsu rarely comes here on weekdays. The time he was found on the rooftop was only because he needed to avoid other people's sight when he was collecting system items.

Unexpectedly, I stumbled upon the young lady's regular spawn point; what bad luck!

But he still took the key. Except for lunch breaks, because of the lock, this place was still a hidden safe house.

The rooftop was different from the previous times; there was an extra chair under the parasol.

Chiya Mio sat down in the original chair, and the other chair naturally became her seat.

The bento box was opened, and its color, aroma, and taste were irresistible, making one's mouth water. Compared to it, the bread in his hand looked rather meager.

Fujiwara Matsu swallowed hard, took a bite of bread, and his gaze fell on Chiya Mio's bento box.

As if out of curiosity, she slightly stretched her head out to look at the contents of Chiya Misaki's bento box.

But his real purpose was simply to show off the band-aid that was stuck upright on his neck.

Noticing his gaze, Chiyo looked down at the bento box, smiled gently, and then her gaze fell on his neck, where she immediately saw the band-aid. However, she only looked at it for a moment and did not say anything.

"Fujiwara-kun, do you want some?"

Given Chiya Mio's personality, she would most likely just eat a couple of bites and then let him eat the leftovers; he had no such intention.

"In no mood."

"Is that so? What a pity. I was originally planning to bring you an extra portion every day from now on, since I was doing you a little favor for me."

After thinking for a moment, Fujiwara Matsu glanced at the bread in his hand, then at the bento box in front of her. He couldn't help but feel tempted, but he remained wary.

"You tell me first, what's the mission?"

Chiya Misaki simply patted the table beside her, her meaning clear: she wanted Fujiwara Matsu to sit next to her.

He hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he dragged the stool over and sat down.

The girl leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Fujiwara-kun likes to distance himself from me, and I'm not happy about that. So, the task is for Fujiwara-kun to act like me in front of others from now on."

"This must be easy for Fujiwara-kun, right? It's much easier than cutting ties with me."

She reached out and lifted Fujiwara Matsu's chin, then slid it down to press it against the band-aid on his neck. She rubbed the edge of the band-aid, pressing down the loose scab on the wound, which didn't hurt or itch.

Fujiwara Matsu's neck muscles tensed, an instinctive reaction to a threat to vital organs.

But she only touched it briefly and didn't say anything.

"How is it, Fujiwara-kun?"

Fujiwara Matsu's eyes were fixed on her; he knew she had seen him, so he stared for a long time.

"If that's all, no problem. But... didn't Chiya-kun owe me a reward last time? I feel that matter is just as valuable as the bento incident..."

"So, I'd like to change the price."

"What other reward would Fujiwara-kun like?"

"Let's talk about it next time."

He consistently postponed the rewards; he wasn't after what Chiya Mio offered, but rather using this method to gain the upper hand.

"Can."

Then, Chiya Mio put her leg on Fujiwara Matsu's leg:

"Fujiwara-kun, give me a leg massage, don't worry, it's a free reward~ If you want, a foot massage is also fine."

Having already emphasized many times that he wasn't a foot fetishist, Fujiwara Matsu was too lazy to say anything more. He rolled his eyes and then moved Chiya Mio's foot off the ground.

She wasn't annoyed; after putting it down, she ate her meal slowly and deliberately.

Then, another phone call came, and after that, she got up and left again.

Since it had happened three times already, and the timing varied slightly each time, Fujiwara Matsu couldn't help but be curious, so he asked directly.

"Chiya-kun, do you have anything else to do during your lunch break?"

"Oh? Fujiwara-kun wants to know more about me?"

She moved closer to Fujiwara Matsu, looking directly into his eyes, a playful and teasing smile in them:

"Unfortunately, slaves have no right to know about their masters' affairs."

After leaving those words, she turned and left. Once she was out of his sight, she picked up her phone and dialed a number that Fujiwara Matsu also had on his phone.

"Hey, could you come to the literature club after school, Saki?"

…………

The literary club has become Fujiwara Matsu's regular haunt.

Pushing open the door, I saw a blonde girl quietly making tea.

Why is she here again? Wasn't Qianye a little bothered last time?

For a moment, Fujiwara Matsu thought that Chiya Mio didn't actually mind Shiratori Saki's appearance. She might occasionally act on her own, but she would definitely consider Chiya Mio's feelings afterwards.

Hearing the voice, she turned around and saw that it was Fujiwara Matsu. She gave a slight bow in greeting.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fujiwara. Would you like a cup of black tea?"

"Thank you, but I'll ask Chiya-kun later."

"I will prepare an extra portion for you on top of what I have prepared for you, Miss."

Since the other party had said so, Fujiwara Matsu could only nod in agreement.

After waiting a short while, Chiya Mio appeared in the literature club and greeted both of them.

Good afternoon, Sazaki, Fujiwara-kun.

As soon as she sat down, a cup of black tea was placed in the most convenient spot on her table.

Then, Shiratori Saki placed the black tea on Fujiwara Matsu's table.

"When did Sazaki and Fujiwara become so close? Sazaki, this is the second time you've offered tea to someone else. I've never seen you do this to other guests before."

"You flatter me, miss. I can't just ignore my guests."

The maid's answer was perfect, without a single flaw, just as Chiya Mio seemed to agree.

But she suddenly changed the subject: "Fujiwara-kun, what's with the band-aid on your neck?"

She had discovered this at noon, but she pointed it out at this moment.

"Oh, I accidentally swiped it over the weekend."

His answer was also quite casual.

"Really? Saki, it seems you had some things to do over the weekend, you went out, right?"

At that moment, Shiratori Saki was picking up the teapot to pour water when a few drops of water splashed onto the tray below the cup.

Given her expertise, such an accident is unlikely to occur.

She then casually brought up something completely unrelated to the previous topic, as if chatting with the two of them.

But Fujiwara Matsu knew that she knew.

So, he pulled up Chiya Mio's panel, and her dominance had increased again at some point.

Dominance: 5%

This time, the rise was somewhat different from the previous ones.

The original guess was overturned once again, and Fujiwara Matsu couldn't help but turn his gaze to Chiya Mio.

At that moment, the other person was also looking at him, a smile on their face, and a fleeting look of appreciation deep in their eyes, like a hunter recognizing the value of their prey.

"Fujiwara-kun? I think you should call me something else, Chiya-kun, it's too distant~"