Real teaching, but diary flow

But what she didn't know was that this teary-eyed yet seemingly seductive plea was the one that was more likely to arouse others' desires.

The powerless body no longer needs to be restrained by holding down the shoulders, and the freed hands can go wherever they need to go.

His right hand climbed up her neck and pressed his palm against Kikyo Kushida's cheek. Asakusa Toru put his thumb in her mouth and said with a smile, "Hmm, beg me."

"Maybe if you keep begging for mercy, I'll have a change of heart and then I really won't do anything anymore."

"So, you can try begging me."

It's fun.

Kikyo Kushida is also a lot of fun.

Whether it was that initial confidence that I could definitely control you just by pressing my fingerprint, or the sudden realization of the danger that made me break out in a cold sweat, or now the pitiful, tearful pleading posture...

They were all really fun.

Aside from her expressions and demeanor, she was quite interesting in other aspects as well. Even in a highly educated school where the average quality of women was excellent, Kikyo Kushida's level was outstanding.

In order to make a good first impression on others, Kikyo Kushida carefully designed her appearance, repeatedly optimizing every detail from her posture to her expression, to ensure that she could easily win the other person's favor even on the first meeting.

“…” A faint, muffled sound rang out, and Kikyo Kushida hunched over even more deeply.

When Asakusa Tetsu's fingertips began to grasp the surface of the invisible barrier, Kushida Kikyo lowered her last line of defense.

She gripped Asakusa Tetsu's arm tightly, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace:

"Please, please, let little Kisaki go, meow~"

Chapter 96 Thank you for your hospitality

It's very easy to beg for mercy.

Asakusa gave a thumbs up.

As for which thumb... don't ask, it's the thumb.

However, although Asakusa Tetsu was somewhat intrigued, he had not yet lost his rationality.

His mind was clearer than Kikyo Kushida's.

Playing around is fine, making a fuss is fine, and taking advantage of others is perfectly acceptable.

But if it really comes down to coercion, then it's no longer about having fun.

That's a crime.

Well, actually, Asakusa Tetsu doesn't really care about whether or not he commits a crime.

Even when he was imprisoned, he was still able to leisurely write in his diary. It was quite remarkable that he would commit a crime that would lead to a death sentence.

As long as the diary offers sufficiently outrageous rewards, he can quickly enter the stage of not eating beef.

but......

It's been a month since Asakusa Tetsu got the diary, and he's figured it out. Although the rewards are supposed to be randomly drawn, the distribution of each reward is quite biased.

Most of the rewards either don't reference the actual teaching methods themselves, or they are rewards that have some connection to the Advanced Education School.

In other words, as long as the current storyline is still in the "practical teaching" phase, the maximum reward is probably limited to the fake Ayanokoji Kiyotaka.

That is, the limit that an S-level white gym membership card can reach.

If he wants something better, he'll have to wait for an anime with a more unrestrained plot and a higher ceiling.

It's still a bit inconvenient; it would be better if multiple lines could be operated simultaneously.

We'll talk about the diary later; let's get back to Kikyo Kushida.

Asakusa Tetsu knew very well that he could tear off her last fig leaf at any time, and even going to the last step wouldn't matter if he confiscated her terminal.

He possesses this kind of 'violence'.

But that would be too ugly and too boring.

The interesting thing about coercion is that you have to do it with that half-hearted, reluctant expression, even though you're very unwilling.

It would be too boring if it really came down to violence.

The reason he's gone this far is simply because Kikyo Kushida's performance is so entertaining.

He just loves seeing beautiful girls crying like that.

Enraged and humiliated, he had no choice but to kneel down, sweating profusely, and beg for mercy.

Every expression looks delicious.

"I'll let you off the hook for today." Releasing Kushida Kikyo, Asakusa Toru first grabbed the hem of her clothes and wiped most of the liquid from his hands onto her clothes before smiling and saying:

"thanks for treatment."

Completely limp, Kikyo Kushida collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, overwhelmed with the joy of surviving a close call.

That's great, at least I don't have to be actually raped.

Although it seems that all the advantages that should have been taken have been taken, except for not actually doing anything, in the end it was just getting started, not actually getting involved.

As long as that defense line isn't breached, it's fine.

But...'today'?

"Here, take this." Just as Kushida Kikyo noticed the wording in Asakusa Tetsu's words, Asakusa Tetsu grabbed her small hand again and put her personal terminal back into her hand.

Looking at her personal terminal that she had lost and then regained, and at the pitch-black screen that reflected her disheveled face.

Another thought popped into her mind.

If we call the police now, can they arrest this guy?

Unlike the fingerprints that were merely left on her chest, Asakusa Tetsu's hands now bore not only her saliva, but also...

Moreover, his clothes were in a mess, so although no real evidence of anything had been done could be found, it was enough to send him in.

The only problem is that if the police are called... by the time they arrive, I'll have already been completely taken advantage of.

Is it worth it?

not worth.

It's not worth it at all.

But to simply swallow this loss and do nothing is not in Kushida Kikyo's nature at all.

What should I do?

How to do?

Just as Kikyo Kushida was hesitating, Toru Asakusa squatted down.

"Oh, right, I almost forgot something." With a smile, he pulled a voice recorder from his pocket that made Kikyo Kushida's heart stop.

Then, with a few simple steps, he gently pressed the play button.

And so, Kikyo Kushida's vicious curses were once again played clearly on the rooftop.

Not only were her cursing at others revealing her true nature, but even her own words, "I will spread rumors everywhere that you tried to rape me," were clearly recorded.

"..." Kikyo Kushida's brain went blank.

It was only then that she remembered that the man in front of her, Asakusa Toru, was the famous... 'voice recorder enthusiast'.

It would be even stranger if he didn't have a voice recorder on him!

Do you know who she was thinking of?

Her best friend, Horikita Suzune.

That idiot also carried a broken voice recorder with him and kept it there to record.

Damn it, I should have known this would happen!!!

Now that's great. Even if they call the police, with this recording, he has plenty of evidence.

unless......

Subconsciously, her body moved before her head. Kikyo Kushida's slightly weak hand regained its strength, and with lightning speed, she snatched the recording pen from Toru Asakusa's hand and smashed it to the ground with tremendous force.

"Thud—" The recorder was slammed heavily onto the concrete floor. The recording that was playing just moments before suddenly stopped, and the glass screen shattered into pieces. The forceful impact had caused considerable damage to the recorder.

Kikyo Kushida's chest heaved violently, her heart pounding. She knew perfectly well that her actions would anger him and that she shouldn't continue, but she couldn't help herself.

No evidence can be left behind, absolutely not.

She didn't have time to think about anything else; she only had this one thought in her mind.

Just as her breathing calmed down a little, the exact same voice, like a nightmare recurring, rang out again, belonging to her.

"I'm going to throw up, I really am going to throw up—"

Startled, Kikyo Kushida looked up and saw that Toru Asakusa had suddenly produced five more voice recorders in his hand.

Five identical voice recorders played back the exact same recording with perfect clarity.

Asakusa Toru gently brushed aside the strands of hair that were slightly stuck to Kikyo Kushida's pretty face and said softly:

"Little sister, who told you that I only have one voice recorder on me?"

Chapter 97 The Perfect Taxi Seat

This guy is insane!

Looking at Asakusa Tetsu's face so close to hers, Kushida Kikyo screamed wildly inside.

Yes, it was wrong of her to smash his recording pen, and it was also wrong of her to try to threaten him by leaving her fingerprints.

But isn't what you're doing a bit too crazy?

Do you feel insecure if you don't record audio constantly?!

Kikyo Kushida had a thousand words in her heart, but in reality, she simply swallowed, took a deep breath, and without hesitation took two steps back before bending down:

"sorry."

The scholar descended from his seat.

This is the only way she can think of to apologize right now.

If she didn't show more respect, she was afraid the other party would change their mind and force themselves on her.

After all, the other person's hand that had just slipped under her skirt wasn't just for show.

This lunatic is really daring!

Damn it, damn it, why can't she control herself?

So what if it was recorded? So what if the recorder was smashed?

She should have realized that this idiot couldn't possibly have only one recording pen on him!

It's impossible that you only have these five!

Otherwise, how could she have so easily snatched that recording pen?

ah ah ah ah ah ah--

Kikyo Kushida really wanted to swear, but she didn't dare to.

She could only obediently shrink her head, lie quietly on the ground, and wait for Asakusa Tetsu's reply.

“Something doesn’t feel right.” After scrutinizing Kikyo Kushida for a while, Toru Asakusa, stroking his chin, suddenly blurted out, “Even though it’s a samurai’s kowtow, I feel that samurai shouldn’t be limited to this.”

First, he looked up and gazed into the distance, confirming that at this height there was no foothold in the direction they were facing from afar, and even with binoculars, it would be impossible to see the rooftop where they were currently located. Then, Asakusa Toru added:

"Hmm... so the apology wasn't sincere enough after all? It just didn't feel right?"

"How about... you put your clothes aside?" Asakusa Tetsu gently placed his hands on Kushida Kikyo's head, lifting her hair with one hand and gently smoothing it with the other, slowly and gently tidying up her slightly messy hair.

Even though he made such seemingly gentle gestures, his words did not soften in the slightest in Kushida Kikyo's ears.

Clothes?

Kikyo Kushida slowly raised her head:

"......ha?"