Waking Up Engaged to a Cool Yandere Beauty: My Wild Journey with a Love-Obsessed Senior - Episode 34: The Dozing Detective\'s Chastity Crisis

Episode 34: The Dozing Detective’s Chastity Crisis

“I bought it, just like you asked.”

Akira opened the Wind Research Club’s room door and handed a plastic bag to Utakata. It was something Utakata had sent him out to fetch earlier.

“Thanks. Was it expensive? Could you give me the receipt later?”

Standing up from the sofa, Utakata stretched like a cat before taking the bag. Inside was a modest, elegant clothing set purchased from a nearby store.

“Well then, I’m going to change. Wait outside, will you?” “Understood.”

Akira immediately stepped out of the clubroom and leaned against the door, pulling out his phone.

It was already past four in the afternoon. Preparing for the operation had taken more time than expected—partly because he’d made a few detours along the way.

“Are you really going through with this? It seems… dangerous.” Akira called out to Utakata through the door.

The plan was simple but risky: a bait operation. Utakata would approach Kariya, tempt him, and record him admitting to the misconduct he had committed against the victim. Then, with help standing by, they’d catch him red-handed.

“We already have the photos. Isn’t that enough to handle this?”

“These days, photos can be easily edited. On their own, they won’t have a lasting impact.”

“Even so, I think there are better ways. You’re underestimating men’s desires.”

Akira couldn’t fathom why Utakata was willing to put herself in danger for strangers, especially for someone she didn’t even know.

“Don’t worry. I may not look it, but I’ve been through my share of tight spots. A honey trap like this is nothing.”

“Now?” With that body type? Utakata had a build that could best be described as… sturdy.

“Besides, I have you to help me, right? If anything happens.”

Her voice sounded amused. “Do you honestly believe that?”

“Of course. You’re my assistant, after all.” “I’m not going to help. Honestly, I’m not that interested.”

He wasn’t really her assistant, nor did he consider them close friends. At best, they were like neighbors. There was no reason for him to go out of his way to help her.

…Though, just in case, he’d prepared a contingency plan.

“One question, if I may?” “Go ahead.”

“You once said everyone else looks like crows to you. Inferior to yourself. Why are you going so far for these crows?”

Utakata didn’t answer immediately. Akira took her silence as a refusal to reply. Instead, he heard the doorknob turn.

“Well, it’s time to head out.” “Be careful— Wait, what?”

Akira blinked in disbelief at the sight of Utakata as she emerged from the room. Her usual casual demeanor had transformed into something far more sophisticated.

The high heels made her taller, but what caught his attention most was her chest.

“Isn’t that… a bit much?”

Her padded chest looked absurdly stuffed, like an all-you-can-fit bag.

“What?! In time, I’ll naturally reach this size!”

“Right…” The odds of that happening were probably about the same as getting hit by a meteorite.

“And you? What’s your plan?” “My plan?”

“Would you like to cross-dress and join me?” “Not a chance. Just call me when you’re done. Oh, here—this is for protection.”

Akira handed her a small charm pouch, the kind sold at shrines. He’d picked it up earlier while shopping for the clothes.

“Thanks. I’ll treasure it. See you later.” Stumbling slightly in her unfamiliar heels, Utakata walked down the hallway toward the emergency stairs. Watching her leave, Akira spoke up one last time.

“Just don’t push yourself too hard, okay?”

“You’re hard to figure out—kind or unkind?” She chuckled softly, then disappeared down the hall toward the professor’s office.

Masamichi Kariya. An alumnus of the school and a professor specializing in cultural and management studies. Though diligent in his professional duties, his predatory behavior toward female students was infamous.

After taking a deep breath and finalizing her appearance in the restroom mirror, Utakata knocked on the door of Kariya’s office.

“Professor Kariya? Are you in?” Footsteps approached from within, and the door opened slightly.

“Who’s there?” “My name is Saito, a third-year in the humanities department.”

Kariya’s gaze swept over her body, a slimy sensation that felt like she was being appraised.

“Come in. Let’s talk inside.”

“Thank you.” It seemed her appearance had passed muster—likely thanks to her artificially enhanced chest.

The office was a typical professor’s workspace, with a sunny desk, a four-seat coffee table for visitors, and bookshelves lining the walls.

Kariya sat in the lower seat and gestured for Utakata to take the upper one.

“So, what brings you here?” In situations like this, it was critical not to reveal one’s intentions. Instead, it was important to appear vulnerable and at a disadvantage.

“Is it true that you were dating my friend… Megumi?”

Megumi was the name of the client’s friend. “Megumi? Oh, you mean Sakimori Megumi? That’s a misunderstanding.”

“That’s a lie, isn’t it? You threatened her, didn’t you? Using photos and videos you took.”

Kariya’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. “And if I did? What do you plan to do about it? Report me to the school? Surely not.”

His tone suggested he didn’t believe she had any real leverage.

“…No. That’s why…” Playing the weakling role, she continued.

“I’ll take her place. Please delete her photos and videos.”

“…Oh?” A twisted smile spread across Kariya’s face. His thoughts were all too clear.

“Come here.” “…Understood.”

So far, everything was going according to plan. Utakata stood and approached him, forcing a faint, uneasy smile.

“You look young, but your features are refined. Your body seems promising, too.”

Kariya placed a hand on her shoulder, stroking it in a way that made her shudder.

“Stop it.”Feigning resistance, she lightly pushed against his chest, all while the recorder in her pocket captured everything.

“Such a tempting reaction. Are you a virgin?” “And if I were? What of it?”

“It’s exciting, that’s all.”

“Ugh?!” Kariya grabbed her wrists and pinned her against the bookshelf.

He was serious. Though this, too had been anticipated, her body reacted differently than expected.

“Your legs are shaking.”

“…”That part wasn’t an act. It was real fear.

His grip was too strong, and his gaze was nauseatingly lustful.

“Let go of me!” She had faced armed criminals as a detective before, but this terror was on a different level entirely.

“You’re the one who invited this.” “No, I didn’t!” To have her body violated by someone she didn’t love—was horrifying.

Her voice caught in her throat, and she could only whisper faintly.

“…Help me…” As she muttered those words, salvation arrived.

“Professor Kariya? Are you in? Oh, the door’s unlocked.”

“…Huh?”The doorknob turned, and into the tense room stepped—“Social Studies sophomore, Uka! Huh? What’s going on here?”

“Uka?!” Why was he here?

“Utakata-san? Is this a situation where I should help?”

“Y-yeah! Just help, please!” The unexpected savior wasn’t her trusted assistant, Akira, but his friend—Uoka Rei, carrying a box of sweets.