"Let's see who's the master player here, Akane. I'm going to enjoy your slutty body today," Togō muttered.
He sent a simple "Okay" to Akane. But his eyes weren't on his phone—they were on a computer screen displaying several security feeds. One of them showed Akane Nanao waiting in the warehouse.
Before meeting her, Togō had one more move to make—the killing blow that would make Akane his permanent sex slave. He glanced at her anxious figure on the screen one last time and walked out. He didn't notice the sparrows perched on a nearby branch, watching the warehouse.
In the warehouse, Akane was a nervous wreck. She had the "geographical advantage," but she was still just a girl facing a muscular man. She prayed Shoya would arrive on time.
He'll come. He has to.
She sat on a mat and waited. She didn't notice the hidden camera lens on a high shelf, its red light blinking.
Ten minutes later, heavy footsteps approached. Akane stood up, her heart racing. The door creaked open, letting in a shaft of light.
"You're here, Coach Togō," she said, her voice sharp with anger.
"Heh, I'm here, Akane-manager," Togō replied. He stepped inside and closed the door, locking it. He turned on the lights. He wanted to see the look of despair on her face in high definition.
His lecherous gaze swept over her curves. "Did you miss me that much? Meeting me in a dark warehouse... are you hoping for something to happen? I wouldn't mind~"
"Why are you lying to Shoya? He admires you!" Akane demanded.
"Lying? Hahaha! He's an idiot. He believes whatever I say. Poor guy, he doesn't even believe his own girlfriend. Hahaha!" Togō showed no remorse, only mockery.
"You...! I'm... I'm not his girlfriend yet," Akane stammered, trying to protect Shoya's standing in the club while secretly recording the conversation on her hidden phone.
Togō sneered. He knew she was looking toward the shelf. He knew she was still trying to follow the club rules. What a good girl. I'm going to enjoy making her forget every other man.
Akane took a chance and sent a pre-written text to Shoya: Come to the warehouse now.
It was only a two-minute run from the field.
She smiled, thinking her plan was working. But Togō was smiling too.
He walked over to the shelf. Akane backed away, terrified he was going to attack. But he wasn't looking at her. He reached behind a box and pulled out her hidden phone.
"A for effort, Akane. But I've been playing this game longer than you've been alive," Togō laughed, tossing her pink iPhone in his hand. "Latest model, too. You're a rich one, aren't you?"
"Togō... how... how did you know?" Akane's heart sank.