I, the spiritual mentor of beautiful girls from all over the world

The door to the service department was closed with a bit of force.

The door completely blocked that all-seeing gaze.

Yukino Yukinoshita leaned against the cold door before daring to loosen the documents she was clutching to her chest, her fingertips trembling slightly.

The blush that spread from the base of her ears now dared to burn unrestrainedly onto her cheeks.

Boom, boom, boom...

The uncontrollable, drum-like heartbeat seemed exceptionally clear in the silent activity room.

She pressed the back of her hand against her burning cheek, and for the first time, her clear, cool eyes were tinged with a girlish ripple of shame, anger, and resentment.

“…Stupid god.”

She muttered to herself the contradictory code name she had just given the man in private.

Then, as if she could no longer tolerate the other party's awful behavior, and with a hint of defiance, she corrected the way she had addressed him.

"No...the gods wouldn't be so wicked as to use (Qian Zhao Zhao) to see through people's hearts for amusement..."

"He is clearly... a demon in the guise of a god."

……

In the evening, as Lynn patrolled the top floor and enjoyed a moment of tranquility.

A voice with a lazy laugh came from the other side of the rooftop.

"Oh my, what a wonderful performance, Ms. Lynn."

"In just one afternoon, the three most beautiful girls from Soubu High School tasted their own unique 'defeat'. It's truly an admirable skill."

Kasumigaoka Utaha was already there, leaning against the railing, her wine-red eyes gleaming with the all-knowing light of a playwright.

"Oh? Kasumigaoka-kun has been observing all along?" Lynn was not surprised.

"I am just a faithful recorder."

She gracefully tossed her long hair aside, walked up to him with cat-like steps, and exhaled a sweet fragrance.

"I'm just curious, if I were to extend an invitation to you under the pretext of 'finding inspiration for my new book and wanting to discuss the psychological activities of the male and female protagonists dancing together at the bonfire party,' how would you respond?"

An open conspiracy that disguises the invitation as an academic discussion, making it impossible to refuse.

Lynn looked into her eyes, which were full of inquiry and provocation, and suddenly smiled.

Instead of answering, he took a step forward, instantly closing the distance between them.

Kasumigaoka Utaha's perfect business smile showed a slight stiffness for the first time. She subconsciously wanted to take a step back, but her feet seemed to be rooted to the spot.

Lynn leaned closer to her, and in the instant her heart skipped a beat from the sudden pressure, he whispered in her ear.

“Discuss? No.”

“I will tell you directly that the heroine in my writing—the most skillful hunter—often appears as the prey.”

He paused, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe, sending a shiver down her spine.

"So, instead of devising some roundabout 'academic invitation,' why not have her walk directly in front of everyone and announce it to the male lead in the most unquestionable tone—"

"'Teacher, your dance tonight belongs only to me.'" (Translated)

Chapter 105: Oh no! I, the Hellish Queen of Pickups, have been locked up by Qiong Mei!

Kasumigaoka Utaha's breath caught in her throat for a moment.

Her mind went blank.

Instead of following her script, he tore up her draft.

Then he threw a more perfect final version with her name on it in her face.

This cunning senior, who always manipulates people's hearts, once again felt like she was the one being manipulated.

Seeing her completely flustered state, Lynn chuckled, straightened up, and strolled leisurely past her.

Just before pushing open the rooftop door, he seemed to remember something, and without turning back, he tossed out a sentence:

"As for my answer... Ms. Kasumi Shiko, aren't you the one who knows best?"

"A good story is most intriguing when the ending is left open-ended, isn't it?"

After saying that, he pushed open the door and left, leaving her with the question and the silence of the entire rooftop.

Only Kasumigaoka Utaha remained, frozen in place.

The evening breeze ruffled her long, smooth hair, but it couldn't dispel the burning heat on her cheeks.

Did he... refuse?

No, he didn't.

Did he... agree?

No, he didn't either.

He used her "Creative Theory 877," which she was most proud of as a writer, to perfectly evade the issue, leaving her in an awkward, unresolved situation.

Her prized weapon was taken from her, and then she was stabbed in the back.

After a long while, it seemed as if she had regained control of her body.

She turned around abruptly, her back to the rooftop entrance, and raised her hand to cover her burning face.

Those wine-red eyes were devoid of any composure, filled only with the shame and resentment of being completely seen through and played, and the bitter resentment of gritting one's teeth.

"Lynn..."

"...You bastard who toys with young girls' hearts...!"

……

Just as Lynn left the rooftop, satisfied, at that moment...

hum... hum...

My personal cell phone vibrated in my pocket.

When he saw that familiar name on the caller ID—[Qiong].

Lynn's relaxed, nonchalant smile froze instantly.

Instead, a complex expression appeared, a mixture of headache, helplessness, and a hint of barely perceptible indulgence.

He walked to the empty stairwell and answered the phone.

"Hey?"

His voice sounded more genuinely weary than when he was facing the four girls.

There seemed to be no voice on the other end of the phone, only a soft, sullen breathing sound, as if someone was fussing.

Lynn sighed as usual, softening his voice.

"Alright, stop being so temperamental. It's in the corner of the playground, on that bench furthest from the stage, right?"

"..."

There was still silence on the other end of the phone.

next second.

beep...beep...

The call was hung up cleanly.

"Ugh……"

Lynn rubbed his temples, a wry smile on his face.

There's just... there's absolutely nothing I can do about her.

……

Lynn walked through the noisy corridor and arrived at the playground.

Night had not yet fully fallen, but the campus was already brightly lit.

Colorful spotlights shimmered on the stage, and decorative lights were hung in front of each class's booth, turning the entire campus into a dreamlike amusement park.

In the center of the playground, the huge bonfire stood like a silent spire.

It stands quietly, waiting to be ignited at midnight, bringing the revelry to its climax.

The students cheered, laughed, and played around the stage and booths, filling the air with youthful energy and fervent hormones.

In this sea of ​​revelry, however, there is a corner that seems to be separated by an invisible barrier, appearing unusually quiet.

On a bench at the very edge of the playground, a girl sat quietly.

She was wearing the uniform Western-style school uniform of Zongwu High School, and under the well-tailored short skirt were black pantyhose that covered her slender legs.

Her long, flowing silver hair swayed gently in the evening breeze, and she held a black rabbit doll in her arms.

She is like a cold, aloof moon, standing alone in the world.

Many students passing by would be unconsciously drawn to her, their faces showing amazement and longing.

But no one dared to approach her or even get within three meters of her.

Because everyone knows that this first-year transfer student, a delicate silver-haired princess who looks like a doll, is accompanied by a mysterious organization called the Silver Moon Knights.

It is said that anyone who tries to disturb the princess's peace will be subjected to ruthless social sanctions by the members of the "Knights".

Ignoring the curious and awe-inspiring gazes from the surrounding students, Lynn walked straight through the invisible "barrier," stood in front of her, and sat down beside her.

"Let's find a quiet place to talk," he suggested softly.

Qiong didn't answer, but silently stood up and followed behind him.

The two walked through the crowd to a corner at the back of the stadium where there were almost no lights, and only the faint sounds of distant noise could be heard.

As soon as she stood still, Qiong let go of the rabbit doll in her arms.

The doll fell to the ground, but she didn't care at all.

The next second, she stretched out her arms and hugged Lynn tightly from behind with all her might.

Her small face was buried deep in his back, as if she wanted to meld her whole being into his body.

Lynn froze, not moving.

He could feel the slight trembling coming from her body.

After a long while, a muffled voice with a thick nasal tone came from behind.

"On my brother's body..."

"...It smells like another woman."

Her voice was soft, yet it was like an inescapable chain, carrying an undeniable possessiveness.

Just as Lynn was about to speak, she hugged him even tighter, as if afraid of his explanation, or perhaps she simply didn't want to hear any explanation at all.

"so……"

She paused for a moment, as if organizing her thoughts or making a decision.

"...as punishment,"

Her voice was still very soft, but it carried an unyielding, quiet domineering quality.

She raised her head, her dark eyes shining brightly in the dim light, and spoke slowly and deliberately, uttering the true punishment.

"Tonight, every dance my brother performs... must first be approved by me."

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Chapter 106: The Legend of Soubu High School, the Man Who Danced with Five Beautiful Girls

Night has fallen.

As the last rays of the setting sun sank below the horizon, they dyed the sky a deep indigo.