Tokyo: I'm bound to the evil women!

Although there were two more people in the family, Fujiwara Matsu still went to school alone.

Satsuki Ichinomiya goes to school very early, and Ayaka Ando keeps her distance from him, which he is happy to do.

She doesn't have to face Ichinomiya Satsuki's search, nor does she have to worry about being seen with Ando Ayaka.

However, when Fujiwara Matsu changed into indoor shoes, he noticed a particularly conspicuous spot.

That was the shoe locker for Class D. One of the lockers was crammed full of things and covered with graffiti—insults like "bitch" and "whore."

Through the slightly ajar gap, Fujiwara Matsu saw a few tentacles, like some kind of insect.

He was not seen last week.

He glanced at it and then looked away; this was Ando Ayaka's own business.

The fastest route to Class A passes through Class D.

As he passed by, Fujiwara Matsu glanced at her. Ando Ayaka's desk was covered in graffiti, with some black arthropod limbs. There was some kind of slime on the stool, and Fujiwara Matsu couldn't see the hole in the desk from his angle.

She was a little pale, but remained firmly seated in her seat.

Chiya Mio kept her word, and Ando Ayaka is now paying the price for her choice.

He glanced at it once and then looked away, continuing on to his own class.

Good morning, Song~

Good morning, Misaki.

His attitude towards Chiya Mio did not change because of this incident.

Soon, it was lunchtime.

Fujiwara Matsu and Chiya Mio walked side by side toward the literature club.

"Where's today's bento, Misaki?"

"It's not here with me. Sazaki prepared today's bento."

"Matsu~, Sazaki really values ​​you."

"Huh? Shouldn't your chef be preparing this?"

"It was Sazaki who volunteered."

"Matsu, do you know why?"

He looked at her, bewildered; he truly didn't know why.

So he made a random guess about the other party's purpose.

"Sazaki-senpai, would you like to show off your cooking skills?"

"Sazaki said she wanted to prepare your lunchbox herself."

One sentence left Fujiwara Matsu silent for quite a while.

"I swear I never said that! Heaven and earth can bear witness!"

At that moment, Ayaka Ando walked past the two of them carrying an open bento box, which Fujiwara Matsu glanced at.

The bento box she had prepared herself was somehow switched with some strange things inside, making it inedible.

Even the lunchbox was stained with some dirt.

He looked away, raised an eyebrow, expressing surprise and sympathy for Ayaka Ando's plight, but that was all; he still didn't stop walking.

Ayaka Ando clearly saw the two of them, so she lowered her head and quickened her pace to walk away faster.

Noticing his gaze, Chiya Mio tilted her head to look at him.

"Song? What are you looking at?"

"Sigh... I hope she doesn't go home and wash the lunchboxes; they're really dirty."

With one sentence, Chiya Misaki was silenced, and when she stared into Fujiwara Matsu's eyes, she saw only regret and a hint of disdain.

"Is that all you wanted to say?"

"What else could it be? Wasn't this her own choice?"

Fujiwara Matsu's tone was devoid of any other emotion, even showing some confusion as to why Chiya Mio had asked that question.

That's exactly what he thought. He didn't care what Ayaka Ando had suffered; it couldn't be worse than her being left without shelter.

Chiya Mio also offered her a more favorable option. He asked about the specific conditions, and he was somewhat tempted, but Ando Ayaka refused.

Therefore, Chiyo was somewhat angry and used this as an outlet. Given her personality, Fujiwara Matsu felt that she had already restrained herself quite a bit with just this.

What she did was wrong, but Fujiwara Matsu was always the kind of person who would side with his own people regardless of right or wrong.

His relationship with Chiya Mio is much closer than his relationship with Ando Ayaka, so why would he hurt Chiya Mio for Ando Ayaka?

Moreover, if he showed any sympathy or regret, she would only suffer more, which would also be a way of protecting her.

Senya Mio was pleased with his reaction and smiled as she spoke:

"As expected of Song."

"Stop saying 'as expected of me,' it makes me sound like some kind of saint."

"Remember not to let her miss school, otherwise why would I take her in?"

"I understand. I'll try to control the wind direction, but you know, once this kind of thing starts, it's hard to stop."

"I can only control it to a certain extent."

This is something she would do. She has never been the perfect young lady she appears to be; on the contrary, her true nature has always been wicked.

Neither of them stopped in their tracks; they still had to go to the literary society for lunch and wouldn't waste time on this.

An unexpected guest, Fujiwara Matsu, arrived at the literary club.

"Ichinomiya? What are you doing here?"

"Can't I come?"

Fujiwara Matsu turned to look at Chiya Mio's expression. She wasn't surprised; in fact, she was quite pleased.

Well, the two of them secretly had sex.

"I'm not the club president. If the president has no objections, why should I have any?"

The three sat down at various tables and chairs. Ichinomiya Satsuki was a little distance away from the other two. She had brought her own bento box, and Fujiwara Matsu didn't know when she had made it.

"I'm sorry, Miss, Mr. Matsu, I'm late."

Shiratori Saki appeared in the literature club with three bento boxes. When she heard Matsu-kun's name, Ichinomiya Satsuki reacted.

She looked up at Fujiwara Matsu, her gaze particularly piercing, and Fujiwara Matsu, sensing it, looked back as well.

His eyes were expressionless, but he read the meaning in them—calling you Song-kun was just a way to bribe you.

He turned his head away, ignoring her gaze. He knew she wouldn't believe him even if he explained, and besides, with Chiya Mio there, he had no chance to explain.

"Eh, Ichinomiya-san, you're here too?"

Shiratori Saki placed three bento boxes on the table in front of the two of them and sat down next to them.

"Miss, this is yours, according to your usual preferences."

"Matsu-kun, you seemed to enjoy your meal at the Chinese restaurant last time. I tried to recreate the dish, but I don't know how it tastes. Could you try it?"

"Oh? Saki, why won't you let me be the first to try it? Don't you even respect me as your mistress?"

Chiyo's voice held a hint of reproach as she raised an eyebrow at Shiratori Saki.

"When it comes to tasting food, how could I let you be the first one? I, the guinea pig, have to go first. If you don't like it, Saki-senpai will feel really guilty."

Fujiwara Matsu took the bento box and spoke lightly, and Chiya Mio's gaze also fell on him.

"You're so glib and talkative."

However, she didn't continue the conversation on that topic, but instead opened her lunchbox.

"Hey, Matsu, how about I prepare your lunchbox next time?"

"Huh? You can do this too?"

"Who do you think you are!"

"However, you also need to prepare one for me."

"Okay, Sazaki-senpai, do you want some?"

"Huh? Me? Me?"

Chiyo's gaze fell on Shiratori Saki, her expression meaningful.

"Sazaki, you'd better think this over carefully~"