Tokyo: I'm bound to the evil women!

"There are very few now, but there will be more in the future."

He said some seemingly nonsensical things, like nonsense, but he believed that Ichinomiya Satsuki would understand.

"Your abilities?"

I guess so.

Dominance: 2% - 3%

"What the hell are you doing? Let go!"

Satsuki Ichinomiya casually reached out her hand to him. He reacted and reached out to slap her, but she dodged it as if she had anticipated it.

Her hand rested on Fujiwara Matsu's chest, not with much force, just as if to feel his heartbeat. Her gaze was fixed on the whites of his eyes, but Fujiwara Matsu slapped her hand away after a moment.

The other person resisted, but she was too weak and it was useless. After one attempt, she gave up on the attempt.

"interesting."

"What can you do to me?"

The other person's words didn't sound like a question, but rather like a simple conclusion.

Fujiwara Matsu subconsciously closed his eyes, not wanting to expose too much of his gaze, but he forgot that this was also a form of exposure.

He does have a skill that can make the other party feel threatened, but... it's not worth it right now.

One of his optional skills is his trump card in a crisis, but as it stands, it's not worth it.

"No, I don't want to."

Noticing that Fujiwara Matsu trembled slightly when she wasn't thinking, Ichinomiya Satsuki came to a conclusion.

He had tried very hard to control his body, but his instinctive reaction would break free of his restraints and allow the girl to see through what she wanted to know.

Dominance: 3%-4%

Without any hesitation, Ichinomiya Satsuki stood up, turned around, and said something to Fujiwara Matsu.

"Stay put."

His instinctive rebellious streak kicked in, and he followed behind Ichinomiya Satsuki. She glanced at him but didn't say anything, simply leading him away.

Following behind Ichinomiya Satsuki, he was led by Ichinomiya Satsuki to turn left and right, and arrived at a small courtyard that looked very lively.

The old shaman sat in a rocking chair, the morning light falling on her, making her slightly cloudy eyes shine.

"Grandma Qiuyue".

"Hmm? It's Satsuki. What's wrong?"

"The shrine, the part-time job, that's him."

Ichinomiya's words remained concise, and Fujiwara Matsu pointed to himself, looking somewhat bewildered.

Did I say I wanted to work? Did I say I wanted to come to this shrine?

Sensing his reluctance, the old shaman, known as Grandma Qiuyue, spoke:

"Little Satsuki, don't force others. Have a good talk with him."

She pulled Fujiwara Matsu a little further away:

"One day a week, things at the shrine—aren't you curious about me?"

"This is your only chance."

Two sentences shut Fujiwara Matsu, who was about to curse and refuse, up.

The other person seemed to know him inside and out, taking care of everything he cared about, and had his throat firmly gripped.

I'm so annoyed, so incredibly annoyed... This person, wow, she's really infuriating! I feel like punching her!

Although he was emotionally upset, his rationality told him that the other party's invitation was an opportunity he couldn't miss.

"OK!"

Fujiwara Matsu gritted his teeth and agreed to Ichinomiya Satsuki's request. She showed no emotion, as if she had expected him to agree.

He turned around and went inside by himself.

He followed her and went inside.

"He agreed, one day a week."

"When did Satsuki become so concerned about other people's affairs? Hmm? And she still says he's not her boyfriend..."

The old woman spoke with a joking tone, clearly having agreed to Ichinomiya Satsuki's request. However, she seemed quite pleased with teasing Fujiwara Matsu and Ichinomiya Satsuki, who didn't react much. Fujiwara Matsu, on the other hand, reacted rather strongly, exchanging a few words before leaving as if fleeing.

"Grandma Qiuyue, I'm leaving now."

Ichinomiya Satsuki also took her leave after Fujiwara Matsu left.

"An interesting child."

The old witch swayed back and forth in her rocking chair, seemingly speaking casually.

Because he was really bad at dealing with it, Fujiwara Matsu escaped from this somewhat difficult environment.

Turning her head, Ichinomiya Satsukiyo followed. Her eyes remained unchanged, but Fujiwara Matsu sensed something different.

See? I told you to stay put.

He seemed to understand the meaning in the guy's eyes.

Does today count too?

"Remember to submit your report next week if you haven't done so yet."

His parents only gave him the consent form yesterday when they came back; he had just received it.

"No, how did you know that?"

"You have applied for employment."

"Shiratori Saki has been going to the literature club all week."

"No one's home. Your mailbox is full of mail from the past few days."

He remained silent for a while, unable to quite grasp the other person's logic. These things were completely unrelated, and he couldn't connect them at all.

She looked at his silence and was too lazy to say anything more or explain anything further.

"go back."

The other party coldly dismissed him, and then, as if remembering something, said something.

"Next time, let me use it."

Faced with her attitude, Fujiwara Matsu's rebellious nature resurfaced, and he refused to leave!

As for the idea of ​​testing his abilities on Ichinomiya Satsuki, he did have it, but he would never use it now.

Seemingly sensing his thoughts, Ichinomiya Satsuki calmly spoke:

"You'll use it on me."

Her tone was calm, with an air of certainty, as if she had a complete grasp on Fujiwara Matsu. Fujiwara Matsu felt an urge to punch her in the face.

But this meant that he was actually on the defensive.

Taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down, Fujiwara Matsu began to analyze her logic. After all, he needed to understand her logic in order to figure out how to confront her.

I reported that I was working, and this is easy to check. Shiratori-senpai is in the same class as her, and she knows very well where I go after class.

So, how did she know I didn't have a consent form?

Recalling something she said in the philosophy club, he understood her logic, and he suddenly became even more annoyed.

She guessed what Chiya Mio had been doing this week and deduced that she hadn't gained the opportunity to be free, which meant she wouldn't be eligible to work.

She remembered her family's information from the roster, came over, saw her own family's situation, and deduced the specific circumstances of his family.

By understanding his personality, I deduced that it wasn't that I didn't want to, but that I couldn't, because my job application was stuck at a stage he was in charge of.

After careful consideration, he realized that these things were achievable and not particularly difficult.

The difficult part is that this guy figured out the entire logic in such a short time, and incidentally, he also grasped his personality perfectly.

Based on just a few meetings, she had already determined his personality and created a choice that he could neither refuse nor escape.

Is this how this guy controls things? Those numbers are incredible!

The feeling of being completely controlled by someone is truly...

"Hey, you're Satsuki's friend, right?"

His thoughts were interrupted when a group of witches surrounded him, their faces filled with curiosity and excitement.

These were all shrine maidens who didn't have anything important to do for the time being, but they surrounded him, chattering and asking questions because of Ichinomiya Satsuki.

Most of them are about Ichinomiya Satsuki's life at school and her relationship with him.

Fujiwara Matsu wasn't used to this situation. He made a few perfunctory remarks and then hurriedly ran away. But because it was a shrine, he couldn't escape the curiosity of the shrine maidens no matter where he went.

So, he had no choice but to leave and go home.

When he passed by the fortune-telling area, Ichinomiya Satsuki was already there, resuming her duties. She glanced at him as he passed by.

Their eyes met, and the other's eyes were calm and expressionless.

See, you'll leave.

Next time we meet, I'll definitely punch her twice first, damn it!

Fuming with resentment, Fujiwara Matsu went home.

In his own entryway, he saw two things that shouldn't have been there: two pairs of women's leather shoes, one of which was something he had given away.

But the location is a bit off; this is his home.

"Thank you, Auntie!"

They've all come...