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

“Our system repeatedly flagged a ‘high-profile’ anomaly while screening intelligence in the Chiba region.”

"Lin En, Chinese Language Teacher at Zongwu High School".

"This person... has a completely blank resume, abnormally clean. But in just a few months after joining the company, he perfectly resolved several campus crises using a variety of unconventional methods."

"Among students and some teachers, he was almost deified and regarded as an 'omnipotent solver', a 'lazy god descended to earth', and so on."

Kaguya's fingertips tapped rhythmically on the smooth tabletop unconsciously.

An omnipotent god...?

This kind of "quality" that simplifies complex problems instantly and crushes them with absolute control...!

"Do you have a picture of him?" Kaguya's voice was somewhat hurried.

There's only one.

Hayasaka Ai took out her tablet and zoomed in on a photo to full screen.

Kaguya accepted it.

"It was a side profile photo taken unintentionally by our intelligence agents who were planted in other schools during an off-campus activity. The resolution was very low."

The photo is indeed very blurry, with a noisy street in the background.

The man named Lynn was tilting his head to the side, seemingly talking to someone next to him, with a lazy expression on his face, as if he had no interest in anything.

Very handsome, that was my first impression.

But Kaguya's gaze did not linger on his outstanding features.

Her gaze, as if drawn by an invisible force, was fixed on that man... his sharp, defined jawline.

right here!

Kaguya's pupils suddenly contracted!

The blurry, low-resolution profile picture on the tablet—

It disintegrated instantly in her eyes!

All background, lighting, and noise have faded away!

All that remained was that clear and sharp jawline!

boom--!

The floodgates of memory burst open!

That rainy night, he forced her against the wall, and cold raindrops dripped from his chin onto her face.

That kiss carried the coldness of rain, the metallic smell of blood, and the inexplicable scent of soap on him…

And, that damned, unforgettable, mocking whisper...

"Just call me the Mysterious Pile Driver."

Reality and memory overlapped dramatically in that blurry photograph, in an undeniable way!

"Snapped!"

She slammed the tablet computer onto the table with a loud bang.

Hayasaka Ai was startled.

"—It's him!"

Kaguya's voice was a breathy sound squeezed out from deep in her throat, filled with extreme embarrassment and annoyance.

"Hayasaka!"

"exist."

"I don't care what method you use..." Kaguya stopped mid-sentence.

She recalled Hayasaka's report from earlier—his resume was completely blank, abnormally clean.

Since even the Shinomiya family's intelligence network can't find anything, issuing the same order again would just be a foolish repetition of work.

She asked the question in a different way.

"Since his background is completely blank, why would our intelligence system mark him as a 'high-profile' anomaly?"

“Because,” Hayasaka Ai dropped an even bigger bombshell.

“Our system discovered during the correlation analysis that, in addition to us, the Yukinoshita family in Chiba Prefecture, specifically Yukinoshita Haruno, is also investigating him at all costs…”

"And, like us, they gained nothing."

The Yukinoshita family? Yukinoshita Haruno?

Kaguya's mind flashed back to that woman who always wore a perfect mask but whose actions were extremely ruthless.

"Since a direct investigation is a dead end, let's infiltrate from the side."

Kaguya's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a calm ease that seemed to have the world under her thumb.

"First, keep a close eye on Yukinoshita Haruno. I need to know what she's done to investigate this man."

“Second,” she paused, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.

“His students, his colleagues, and everyone around him… I need information on all of them, down to what they ate for dinner last night.”

"Yes." Hayasaka Ai bowed slightly.

Kaguya walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror.

The mirror reflected a face that even she herself found somewhat unfamiliar.

Her cheeks were flushed, and her ruby ​​eyes, which should have been cold and sharp, were now burning with an undisguised flame called "prey".

A sense of loss of control made her frown slightly.

Her right hand, unconsciously raised, crossed her body, and gently touched her slightly flushed left cheek.

Kaguya was jolted awake the moment her fingertips touched her skin.

No.

We can't face the upcoming "war" with that expression.

She lowered her hand and, with an almost deliberate gesture, smoothed out a non-existent crease on her dress, then tucked a slightly disheveled strand of hair behind her ear.

After doing all this, the distraught self in the mirror was once again replaced by the cold, aloof queen.

All emotions were perfectly suppressed, as if the excitement just now was just an illusion.

She raised her chin.

Finally, in a voice that was almost a soliloquy, yet full of determination, he spoke softly.

"besides."

"Help me get ready..."

She paused, as if announcing the start of a war.

"...transfer procedures."

The words fell.

"pat-"

A soft but incredibly clear muffled thud.

Hayasaka Aina's specially made tablet computer, which contained countless classified information, fell onto the expensive Persian carpet.

Her professional facade shattered completely at that moment.

She suddenly raised her head, her usually calm eyes filled with disbelief and horror.

Her brain underwent an avalanche of thought at that moment.

So... this is the so-called final operation plan?

[We mobilized our intelligence network, worth hundreds of billions, and the top think tanks in all of Japan, conducting an analysis comparable to a war simulation. The final conclusion is... Miss, you want to personally play a game of "Heartbeat Memories"?!]

Why did it end up...turning into the most primitive, reckless, and romantic manga heroine-like thing she would do...transferring schools?!

My training included disguise, intelligence, counter-surveillance, finance, and eight languages... but it didn't include how to be a wingman for a love-struck rich girl! That's way beyond my syllabus! I'd get a zero on that test!!

Hayasaka Ai felt a chill run down her spine.

It’s over.

The young lady's brain was completely fried by that man named Lynn.

All her professionalism, composure, and planning vanished in that moment, ultimately culminating in a desperate cry from the depths of her soul:

【Miss Kaguya, wake up!】

However, Kaguya didn't even turn around to look at her.

In her eyes, there was only herself reflected in the mirror, burning with the flames of conquest.

Lynn...

So, that's your name.

This time, let's see where you can run now!

Chapter 78: The Bliss of Back Pain and the Imminent Fusion

As night deepened, the streetlights cast a dim yellow light, stretching the three people's shadows long and overlapping.

Yui Yuigahama seemed to be walking on clouds, her steps light and airy.

She held the adorable Shiba Inu plush toy tightly in one hand, waved the other in the air, and kept excitedly reminiscing about the miraculous "auction" that afternoon.

"Teacher, you didn't see Xiaoxue's expression at that time! Her hands were shaking when she pressed the 'Start' button!"

"And Hayama-kun, the way he looked at you back then was like he was looking at... a god!"

Her vocabulary was running low, and she could only use the simplest words to describe the shock.

Lynn had one hand in his pocket, while the other hand was firmly held by the silver-haired girl beside him. Hearing this, he simply gave a lazy "hmm".

Kasugano Sora walked quietly to his left, holding the pure white rabbit doll in her arms.

She didn't speak, but occasionally turned her head, her clear gray eyes glancing at Lynn's profile before looking at the chattering, lively girl with a bun hairstyle to her right.

The previous rejection was gone from her eyes; instead, there was a hint of... a subtle sense of pride, like "Look, this is my brother, isn't he amazing?"

She unconsciously tightened her grip on Lynn's arm.

Finally, at the intersection near Yui Yuigahama's house, this one-sided performance came to an end.

"Um... Teacher, Kyō, see you tomorrow!"

Yui Yuigahama waved goodbye reluctantly, her cheeks flushed under the streetlights, her bright eyes brimming with almost overflowing adoration and love.

Only after Lynn and Qiong disappeared around the corner did she hug her Shiba Inu plush toy, stand there and giggle for a long time, then hummed an off-key tune and skipped home.

"Onii-chan."

A slight, disgruntled tug came from beside me.

Kasugano Sora was looking at him with her clear gray eyes, her admiration exactly the same as Yuigahama Yui's earlier, but more than that, there was an unquestionable, assertive calm.

Lynn understood.

This was a reminder that the attention he had just given to another woman had already exceeded the allotted time.

13...

Back home, as soon as the entryway light came on, Qiong put down her schoolbag, turned around, and spoke in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Onii-chan, it's my turn."

She remained expressionless, silently tiptoeing on her small feet clad in black pantyhose, her clear gray eyes gazing at him quietly and unblinkingly.

The meaning couldn't be clearer.

Lynn had no choice but to bend down as instructed.

He discovered that since he started this ritual, it had become a daily routine.