The Blond-Haired Blue-Eyed Well-Endowed Carnivores Yandere Creature Wrings Out Sins Like an Almighty Goddess, an Unreasonable Angel, and a Compassionate Holy Saint - 25
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Click HereJust like handling something delicate.
Given last week’s incident and the incredibly conspicuous official fangoods with the saint’s handwritten signature, complete with wiretapped collars ×2, there’s no one daring to approach me. The atmosphere was thick with a palpable sense of “Don’t get involved with that guy.”
Honestly, being approached would be a hassle anyway. Every conversation would be heard by Shirai, and if I say anything inappropriate, I’ll likely get shocked. Better to say nothing at all. Silence is golden.
On top of that, I’m too busy replying to the incessant stream of messages from Shirai. It’s as if she wants my eyes glued to my phone with the constant barrage of texts.
Fortunately, this stops once classes start. She’s serious about me paying attention in class, it seems. Though, the moment break time hits, the messages resume immediately.
For now, I’ve managed to comply with Shirai’s instructions and avoided getting shocked, but…
Lunchtime.
As I was considering finding a quiet place to eat to avoid any contact with others…
“Kuroda! All by yourself today? Is your beloved Nayuta-chan taking the day off?”
With a taunting, smug grin plastered across her face, a truly obnoxious girl appeared.
“Murazaki…”
Reina Murazaki. She delights in tormenting others, a nasty, sadistic woman, and—
—BZZZZZT!
“Ah…!”
A jolt of electricity surged through me. I barely managed to suppress a groan, clenching my teeth to endure the pain. Just being spoken to is enough to trigger this?
“Hmm? What’s wrong, Kuroda? You look like you’re holding back from, you know, blowing your load,” she said, feigning innocence but clearly relishing my discomfort.
Murazaki’s insincere expression barely concealed her glee at my plight. This was bad news.
“Ugh… Just… leave me alone.”
“Oh, come on! That’s so cold, Kuroda! We’re buddies, right? Don’t be like that. I have sooo many questions I want to ask you!”
She put on a dramatic display of fake tears before continuing in an exaggerated tone, her mouth twisted in a sadistic grin. Every gesture of hers was infuriating.
“Hey, hey, Kuroda? You’ve been making this pained, dumb face since I started talking to you… what’s going on? Doing something naughty?”
“N-Nothing… Just go away…”
“And that collar… It has Nayuta-chan’s name on it. Is it some kind of fan goods? Aren’t you embarrassed wearing that? So gross! Come on, tell me all about it!”
“Gh… This woman… It’s nothing. I have nothing to say to you. Just leave.”
Even as we spoke, the electric shocks continued unabated. It was torture. Dealing with this woman on top of that was pure hell.
But I doubted she’d back down easily.
What should I do? Run away from here?
“Hmm…”
Murazaki’s eyes narrowed as she scrutinized me.
She scanned me up and down, and her gaze stopped on one particular spot.
“Is it this?”
There was a hint of certainty in her voice.
Her hand moved toward my chest without hesitation.
Before I could react, she deftly pulled out the pen from my pocket.
“Ah-ha! Just as I thought! Hey, Kuroda! This pen has a camera, right? What’s this all about? Why do you have something like this?”