Kaguya-sama: Love Is War wants me to turn myself in.

The two walked up the stairs.

dong dong dong.

The footsteps were quite clear.

"Why do the footsteps sound a bit loud?" Natsuki Amamiya whispered. "Weren't they supposed to have good soundproofing?"

As someone who's been there, Fujiwara Chika has a lot of experience: "It's to remind people in the room that there are guests in the hallway, to avoid the awkwardness of suddenly bumping into each other. You can only experience the power of the soundproofing once you're inside the room."

"I see."

Amamiya Natsuki nodded in realization.

It has to be said that this kind of love hotel is clearly a godsend for people with social anxiety.

The only downside is that it's very expensive.

The two walked uphill and soon arrived at the door of room 404.

Fujiwara Chika swiped her room card to open the door, and then there was another door inside.

“Once you’re inside the room, if you want to eat snacks or buy other things but don’t want to go out, you can order through the TV,” Fujiwara Chika explained. “The staff will deliver them to you. Don’t open the door when they knock. The items will be placed directly in the entryway. Wait until the staff leaves before going out to get them, so you won’t have to meet them.”

You know so much about this; you truly are an experienced person with a lot of experience!

Enter the room.

Amamiya Natsuki curiously surveyed the surroundings and discovered that the area was not small. Not to mention the bathroom and toilet, there was even a kitchen, complete with a microwave, oven, and everything else.

Amamiya Natsuki strongly suspected that these kitchen utensils had never been used since the day they were placed in the kitchen.

Who would waste their precious time cooking when they come to a love hotel?

Amamiya Natsuki walked over and took a closer look, and was shocked to find that the kitchen utensils actually showed signs of use, realizing how ignorant she was.

Goodness, there are actually people who come to a love hotel to cook! They must have so much leisure time!

Natsuki Amamiya suddenly remembered a poll on Twitter—

It is said that more than one million people visit love hotels in Japan every day, accounting for about one percent of the total population. It is normal for there to be some eccentric guests among them.

Amamiya Natsuki withdrew her gaze and continued her exploration.

The room was clean, the air was fresh, there was no odor, the soundproofing was good, and there were no cameras in the corners, which was very satisfying.

The lighting is really unconventional; it's either pink or dark blue.

"Natsuki-kun, come and take a look at the prison," Fujiwara Chika called out, waving her hand.

Amamiya Natsuki walked over, and behind a small door was the prison. There were iron bars on the wall, a table with a powerful lamp on it, as well as handcuffs, leg irons, whips, and other props... It was clearly an interrogation room, and the scene was quite realistic.

"Natsuki-san, you're under arrest." Fujiwara Chika picked up the handcuffs and pointed. "Go to the chair for interrogation."

It was still early, several hours before midnight, so Natsuki Amamiya sat down in the interrogation chair.

Click.

Fujiwara Chika took the handcuffs, tied Amamiya Natsuki's hands behind her back, then walked behind the interrogation table, pushed up her glasses, and said seriously:

"Confess and you will be treated leniently; resist and you will be punished severely. Honestly confess your crimes and strive for lenient treatment."

Amamiya Natsuki said:

“I won’t say anything until my lawyer arrives.”

"She won't confess." Fujiwara Chika picked up the whip on the interrogation table and flicked it slightly. "Looks like I'll have to teach Natsuki a lesson."

Hey, do you know that torture to extract confessions is illegal? In common law systems like the UK and the US, evidence is extremely important. Any evidence obtained through illegal means will not only fail to convict and sentence you, but will also give your lawyers leverage against you!

Amamiya Natsuki leaned back and said cooperatively, "Okay, I plead guilty."

There was also a criminal investigation record book next to her. Fujiwara Chika picked up the criminal investigation record book and said, "Natsuki-kun, you can honestly confess to the crimes you have committed."

Amamiya Natsuki said quietly, "...I've killed people."

"Eh eh eh?!"

Fujiwara Chika's eyes widened upon hearing this, and she looked over in shock. "Is this for real?"

“It’s the truth.” Natsuki Amamiya’s voice was low and echoed in the interrogation room. “It was a beautiful, sunny afternoon. I was taking a walk in the forest when suddenly a group of bandits rushed at me, trying to steal everything I had. As a demon hunter, of course I wouldn’t just surrender…”

Fujiwara Chika said speechlessly, "The person you're talking about isn't Geralt, is it?"

Amamiya Natsuki said, "Correct answer."

"You scared me to death." Fujiwara Chika rolled her eyes. "You should have said so sooner."

After playing a role-playing game for a while, Natsuki Amamiya felt her bladder was a little full, so she said:

"Qianhua, unlock the handcuffs. I've drunk too much water and I need to go to the restroom."

There was no way around it; the young lady's cooking was actually quite salty, and Amamiya Natsuki drank a lot of water before leaving the house.

"it is good."

Fujiwara Chika agreed and walked over to unlock the handcuffs.

Just then, the cell phone rang.

"Hey, it's Moeha."

Fujiwara Chika picked up her phone, glanced at it, and quickly put her finger to make a shushing gesture, lowering her voice to say, "Natsuki-san, wait a moment, I'm going to take this call."

The two sisters whispered to each other for over ten minutes before Fujiwara Chika finally came over.

"Natsuki-kun, I'm back."

Amamiya Natsuki was getting anxious: "Quickly unlock the handcuffs."

"coming."

Fujiwara Chika knelt down behind Amamiya Natsuki, fiddled with the handcuffs a couple of times, and suddenly stammered:

"Um... has Natsuki-san seen the key?"

Amamiya Natsuki fell silent, then turned to look at him: "The key isn't with you?"

"I'm sorry, I think I accidentally lost the key." Fujiwara Chika clasped her hands together, her apology quite sincere. "It was just here a moment ago... I'll go look for it right away!"

Several more minutes passed in the blink of an eye, and Natsuki Amamiya, already feeling the torment, couldn't help but ask:

"Have you found the key?"

"Not yet..." Fujiwara Chika stammered, "Natsuki-kun, please hang in there a little longer."

Natsuki Amamiya gritted her teeth: "I can't hold on any longer."

"What should I do?"

How to do?

Of course, we need to find the key as soon as possible!

It's bad enough that the handcuffs are on your front, but they're also on your back! You can't even do anything by yourself!

"I've got an idea!" Fujiwara Chika exclaimed excitedly as she ran over. "Even though we couldn't find the key, Natsuki-san can just turn into a shadow, right?"

“Good idea.” Amamiya Natsuki nodded. “The problem is I don’t have the copying skill.”

"Eh?"

"It's not a challenge dungeon, so they definitely won't be copying skills every day."

"I've thought of another idea!"

Fujiwara Chika held up a finger and quickly said, "Natsuki-san, just paste the sheep-transformation spell over there, and you'll become a lamb. You won't need a key to get rid of the handcuffs either."

"Why didn't you say so sooner?" Amamiya Natsuki tensed up, her facial muscles twitching slightly. "You couldn't hold on for more than five minutes."

If you had used the sheep transformation spell earlier, none of this would have happened. You were making phone calls and looking for your keys, which wasted too much time.

“It’s all my fault…” Fujiwara Chika suddenly took a deep breath, her expression hardening. “I will take full responsibility!”

How will you take responsibility?

Is it to help with laundry?

"Natsuki, get up." Fujiwara Chika walked over and helped Amamiya Natsuki to her feet, her gaze resolute. "Let's go to the restroom."

Amamiya Natsuki stood up, frowning as she said:

"With my hands tied behind my back, even if I go to the bathroom, I can't..."

"We'll talk about it later!"

"..."

The restroom was just a few steps away. After entering, Amamiya Natsuki felt her bladder was about to explode and she was about to reach her limit. Just as she was about to close her eyes and give up, she suddenly saw Chika squat down.

"what are you doing?"

Amamiya Natsuki asked instinctively.

The secretary's pretty face flushed crimson, burning hot, and even her voice trembled slightly: "N-don't speak..."

There was no other way; this was the only option.

I was on the phone for so long and then accidentally lost my keys. It's all my fault, and I have to take responsibility!

The Fujiwara family motto is: Never shirk responsibility!

"..."

Amamiya Natsuki understood, and then chose to remain silent.

Between wetting your pants and Qianhua, of course you know which to choose.

After a while.

“Thousand Flowers…”

Amamiya Natsuki finally couldn't hold back and spoke in a low voice.

"Stop talking." Fujiwara Chika's pretty face flushed red. She turned her head away and was still struggling with the belt. "The Fujiwara family's motto is that we cannot shirk responsibility. It's all my fault. I will definitely take full responsibility."

"No, you've misunderstood." Amamiya Natsuki took a deep breath. "Hurry up, you've really reached your limit."

Fujiwara Chika: “…”