Tokyo: I'm bound to the evil women!

After a brief eye contact, a hint of curiosity appeared in his eyes, then he slowly looked away, disguising himself as a curious passerby.

He didn't want to reveal anything, and didn't even pay attention to the system panel.

He was about to leave when a voice suddenly broke his plans.

"Hey, Fujiwara-kun, what brings you here?"

Since they had just met, it's perfectly normal for the other party to be surprised.

Fujiwara Matsu turned his head, trying his best to control his body so as not to reveal any flaws. That was the impression he had of Ichinomiya Satsuki. Just that one glance had raised his vigilance towards her to the highest level.

He knew that any movement or abnormality would be a flaw, but instinctively his body stiffened and a smile appeared on his face.

He tried hard to suppress the urge to curse, and didn't feel any emotion towards Shiratori Saki. He just thought it was too damn coincidental.

It's as if someone deliberately arranged it this way.

"Senior Shiratori, you're back. I just remembered something I wanted to tell you."

"Um, for the next thing, if you've made a decision, you can let me know in advance. Also, you can contact me anytime if anything comes up, even if there's nothing else."

"I had a lot of fun chatting with Shiratori-senpai."

His mind raced, trying to make his words flow as smoothly as possible, as if he had prepared them in advance.

What was originally the best excuse collapsed into the source of exposure the moment they saw each other.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that the other person's gaze followed her, and those bright blue eyes pressed down on Fujiwara Matsu's heart.

Shiratori Saki was clearly taken aback by Fujiwara Matsu's words, her face turning slightly red. She didn't delve into the logic or the reason behind his statement, and simply lowered her head.

"I see... I understand."

"Then I'll be leaving first."

After saying that, he turned and left as if fleeing, but his movements were normal and showed no sign of urgency.

"Fujiwara, known to Shiratori?"

Satsuki Ichinomiya's lips moved slightly, and she spoke in a voice only she could hear.

Only after he had walked a distance did he begin to examine his system.

Name: Ichinomiya Satsuki

Intelligence: 11 (No specific focus)

Charm: 8, Constitution: 3, Luck: 3

Skills: Calligraphy (Master), Religious Ritual (Master), Video Games (Master)... Go (Proficient)...

The list of skills was incredibly long and frightening, but considering the other party's intelligence, he felt relieved.

While her physical constitution, which allows her to crush solid porcelain with her bare hands, is only 10 points, Ichinomiya Satsuki's intelligence is 11 points.

His gaze lingered on the intelligence score of 11 for a long time, so long that passersby thought something was wrong with him.

Now he understood why Chiyo Mio considered her a rival. She might be far superior to Ichinomiya Satsuki in other aspects, but even a well-rounded fighter can't beat a one-sided warrior in the opponent's area of ​​expertise.

But... what does "no emphasis" mean?

Just like last time, after finding a conclusion, Fujiwara Matsu showed some感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a feeling of mixed emotions, including regret or sympathy) about the numerical anomaly.

Tell me what you mean by "no emphasis means achieving everything"?

Now there's an even more numerical one.

Manipulation?

Fujiwara Matsu pondered these two words. After getting to know them over this period of time, he discovered that the system's initial missions all well reflected the underlying personalities of these people.

Chiyo's "conquest," Shiratori Saki's "understanding"...

Connecting the dots with that look just now, Fujiwara Matsu roughly formed his first impression of this Ichinomiya-san—a genius who doesn't treat people like human beings.

How do I complete this task?

Controlling and subjugating are not quite the same. When subjugated, the creature has more autonomy, while controlling it is more like a puppet on strings.

Fujiwara Matsu is somewhat unable to allow himself to be manipulated and lose his autonomy.

So he stared at the task, somewhat lost in thought.

Well, let's just take it one step at a time. It's probably already been discovered.

When he returned to the classroom, Chiyo was already there. This was the first time he had returned to the classroom later than Chiyo during lunch break.

Therefore, Chiya Mio also noticed this when Fujiwara Matsu passed by his table.

Fujiwara Matsu felt his wrist being grabbed; it was icy cold, which startled him.

"Um?"

Turning his head, he saw Chiya Misaki grab his wrist in public. He instinctively tried to struggle and shook her off.

But thinking about what he had promised her, he would have decisively broken his promise in private, but now, he only waved his hand briefly before stopping.

"Matsu, where did you go?"

The other person leaned close to his ear and whispered intimately.

"I'm going to find Shiratori-senpai."

He replied in a low voice, after all, he didn't really want others to know what the two of them were talking about.

Chiya Mio's gaze suddenly narrowed, and she tightened her grip on his wrist.

"Didn't I tell you to tell me?"

"You didn't ask."

Chiya Misaki released Fujiwara Matsu's hand, smiling, but Fujiwara Matsu couldn't help but think her smile was fake.

Dominance level 12% - 11%

What a petty person.

But he didn't have much of a choice. Apologizing at this point would only embolden Chiya Mio, and it wasn't impossible for her to increase her dominance again.

Even after school, because of their intimate behavior a few days ago, this guy would drag him to the literature club after school.

However, there was none today, so Fujiwara Matsu was happy to have some peace and quiet.

[Mission: Initial control of Fujiwara Matsu has been completed]

[Reward for completing the task: 200 system points]

The electronic sound that rang out swept over Fujiwara Matsu's body like lightning.

In an instant, his whole body went numb.

He clearly did nothing, but the system task was already completed.

Although he knew he might have been exposed, how did the other party manage to complete the manipulation that the system had already detected in such a short time?

he does not know.

Cold sweat instantly broke out on Fujiwara Matsu's back. The warm glow of the setting sun fell on his back, but it only made him feel colder. He subconsciously clenched his hands.

Take a deep breath to calm your somewhat uneasy feelings.

His phone rang, and when he picked it up, it showed a number he'd never seen before.

Satsuki Ichinomiya? That was the first possibility that came to his mind, the first thought that surged into his head.

"Feed?"

"Fujiwara Matsu, come to the philosophy club."

A light, ethereal female voice rang out, like the song of an oriole that had echoed through the valley many times.

He was concise and to the point, without any unnecessary words, and hung up the phone before Fujiwara Matsu could reply.

Suddenly, he understood the meaning of manipulation. Fujiwara Matsu could choose not to go; he had a choice: he could go to the literary club or go home.

But... he can only make this choice, and it's the only choice he can make.

He couldn't foresee the consequences of refusing. A person he had never met before suddenly knew his contact information, and he didn't even know how much the other person knew about him.

This fear compelled him to go.

He sighed, picked up his phone, and dialed a number. As always, Chiya Mio answered instantly.

"Hey, Misaki-kun?"

"What's wrong?"

"I might not be able to go to the literary club because of something."

"Where to?"

He paused for a moment, and finally chose this as his answer.

"understood."

The tone on the other end of the phone remained calm, but Fujiwara Matsu was already sweating; Chiya Mio's attitude was clearly different from usual.

This put him under a lot of pressure, which led him to think of Ichinomiya Satsuki, the one who had forced him to do this.

Satsuki Ichinomiya, no wonder even Shiratori-senpai said she was dangerous.

Philosophy Society.

Fujiwara Matsu stood at the door, his hand on the doorknob, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open.

A faint fragrance wafted into his nose, smelling like the incense he held during New Year's prayers.