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Noticing Kisaragi Rin's gaze, Kasumigaoka Utaha's leg, which was pressed under her laptop, began to shake rapidly.
"Junior, it's very rude to stare at your senior like that."
Kisaragi Rin didn't retract his gaze. Knowing that Kasumigaoka Utaha was a player, he was considering whether to simply ignore her or find an opportunity to probe her.
"Hey, I told you to stop looking!"
Kasumigaoka Utaha put down her laptop, preparing to stand up and show this truant, delinquent junior the majesty of a senior. However, the laptop's cable tripped her, and Kasumigaoka Utaha stumbled forward, tearing a large hole in her pantyhose with a ripping sound.
There were no injuries, but the exposed thigh was very fair and tender, extending from the thigh to the knee. The air became silent for a moment. Kasumigaoka Utaha stood up, feigning composure.
She glanced at the torn pantyhose, somewhat disbelieving that such a thing had happened.
However, it was her own fault. Suppressing the urge to curse from frustration, Kasumigaoka Utaha immediately turned to leave.
At that moment, footsteps echoed from the stairwell again, making Kasumigaoka Utaha stop.
If she were seen in such a state with a man on the rooftop, there would be no need for explanations; rumors would spread throughout Soubu High the very next day.
Turning around unhappily to look at Kisaragi Rin, Kasumigaoka Utaha quickly said, "Junior, you wouldn't want to see your senior caught in rumors, would you? Quickly send away whoever is coming up."
Then, thinking that this male classmate might deliberately create rumors with her to get close to her, Kasumigaoka Utaha added in a seductive tone, "If you help your senior solve this problem, maybe I'll give you the torn stockings."
As she spoke, Kasumigaoka Utaha, holding her laptop, quickly moved behind the stairwell entrance.
"Who would want your torn stockings?" Kisaragi Rin thought unhappily. He could touch any kind of stockings he wanted at home.
As the footsteps grew louder, a figure appeared at the doorway, making Kisaragi Rin frown.
Blonde twin tails, a flat, petite figure.
The girl named Sawamura Eriri rushed towards Kisaragi Rin, stood on her tiptoes, grabbed Kisaragi Rin's shirt with both hands, her face flushed, and angrily shouted, "You're Kisaragi, right!"
"I am."
Kisaragi Rin removed her claws, his black pupils scanning the rooftop.
Hearing this, Sawamura Eriri leaned in closer, her small fangs showing their sharpness, and tearfully questioned Kisaragi Rin.
"Did you find something? All those things in my studio, what did you mean by what you said!"
Although she was completely certain that Kisaragi Rin had discovered something, Sawamura Eriri still hoped he would reply with something like "What are you talking about?" to leave herself with some illusion of not being exposed.
Kisaragi Rin reached out and pressed down on the flailing Sawamura Eriri. If it were normal, he would have been in the mood to be a prankster and tease this tsundere, Sawamura Eriri.
To see the so-called "Eri-chan's efforts are futile," "Eri-chan can't do it."
But now, Kisaragi Rin felt something was off and had no desire to bicker with her.
He chose to strike down Sawamura Eriri with one sentence.
"Kashiwagi Eri-sensei, I've seen your doujinshi."
Sawamura Spencer Eriri, a blonde mixed-race girl, whose family were diplomats, a famous beauty in school, but privately she was a doujinshi artist named Kashiwagi Eriri, especially skilled in terrible themes.
Kashiwagi Eriri, I've seen your doujinshi.
Kashiwagi Eriri, I've seen your doujinshi.
Kashiwagi Eriri, I've seen your doujinshi…
Kisaragi Rin's words echoed repeatedly in Sawamura Eriri's mind. Sawamura Eriri's head spun, and her body went limp.
Her excellent plot conception ability instantly made her imagine a two-volume full-color doujinshi.
The protagonists were Kisaragi Rin and her, the theme was blackmail and humiliation, and the settings and poses were varied.
Just as she was conceiving the rooftop scene, Sawamura Eriri, in a duck-sitting pose, happened to see Kasumigaoka Utaha hiding to the side, taking off her torn pantyhose.
Their eyes met, and Sawamura Eriri's not-so-bright mind popped up with a question mark: "Shouldn't the protagonist in my mind be myself? Why is there an extra person?"
"Could it be that besides blackmail and humiliation, it's also a multi-person theme?"
After finishing the doujinshi plot, Sawamura Eriri finally realized something. She looked at Kasumigaoka Utaha in shock, then looked up at Kisaragi Rin.
Sawamura Eriri's face flushed red. She diligently imitated the protagonists of her own manga and said in a coercive tone to Kisaragi, "Kisaragi-san, you wouldn't want what happened on the rooftop with someone else to get out, would you?"
Kisaragi Rin: "…It's fine, I don't care."
"Huh?"
"Please care a little!"
Kasumigaoka Utaha came out. She had already taken off the torn pantyhose that would cause misunderstandings, her smooth long legs exposed. However, in Sawamura Eriri's eyes, this only strengthened her belief that they had done something.
Kasumigaoka Utaha surveyed Sawamura Eriri's appearance from head to toe, and Kasumigaoka Utaha's gaze made Sawamura Eriri fearfully hug her chest.
"Although I don't know what Kashiwagi Eriri is, there are two of us here now. If you dare to spread any rumors, I can't guarantee that the person next to me won't go wild."
Having said that, Kasumigaoka Utaha looked at this junior whose name she had just learned, "Kisaragi-san, right? Do you want to take her down? I'll definitely cover my eyes."
First, her favorite rooftop was already occupied, then she accidentally fell and tore her stockings, and when she tried to secretly take off the torn pantyhose that would cause misunderstandings, she was seen, and now it was used to threaten others.
Kasumigaoka Utaha's mood had already collapsed, and she uttered an outrageous accomplice declaration.
"You guys wouldn't actually do that, would you? That's definitely a crime!"
Sawamura Eriri, sitting on the ground, felt her legs go weak. She couldn't gather the strength to run. She hadn't expected things to develop completely opposite to what she had imagined.
It was clearly supposed to be a mutual check and balance with secrets, so how did it turn into this?
"Anyway, you wouldn't dare to tell anyone, would you?"
Kasumigaoka Utaha let out a villainous laugh.
Kisaragi Rin didn't speak. He walked forward, scaring Sawamura Eriri into covering her eyes, trembling slightly as she buried her head in the sand, yet also with a hint of expectation.
However, Kisaragi Rin only walked past her and went downstairs, waving at them with his back turned.
"In that case, you can take some ahegao photos of Sawamura Eriri yourself as a threat."
"Huh?"
"He didn't stay, but just left?" Kasumigaoka Utaha looked at the departing Kisaragi, thinking somewhat strangely, and also developing a slight good impression of this Kisaragi.
Then, Kasumigaoka Utaha turned her gaze to Sawamura Eriri, closed the rooftop door, and took out her phone.
"Wait, you're not really going to take pictures, are you?"
"Mhm, go ahead and pose."
"I'll scream."
"You're too young, it's not exciting, Sawamura. Please give me some money, I need to go buy a bottle of milk."
"I'm really going to scream!"
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