Tokyo: I'm bound to the evil women!

Although many collected volumes don't reveal anything strange on the cover, this thing has already come into her hands.

Fujiwara Toru threw the handle out of his hand and lunged at Chiya Mio, but it was too late.

With a casual flick of her wrist, Chiya Mio halted Fujiwara Matsuma's momentum. Chiya Mio's pupils dilated immediately, and her face began to turn red, which was perfectly normal.

Immediately afterwards, she composed herself and revealed a mocking expression.

"Oh~ Didn't you just say you didn't have any, Matsu? What's this?"

"Put it down first."

"Since there's already one... then there should be more."

She turned around with the book in her hand and continued flipping through it.

"It would be impolite to keep looking!"

Fujiwara Matsu knelt on the ground, pounding his fist on the ground. He was too afraid to look at the scene; the company's demise was a foregone conclusion.

"Hehehe, Song, you don't want Auntie to see these things, do you?"

Damn it, it's that part again!

"What should you call me from now on?"

"Mikura-kun..."

"Um?"

"Beautiful... beautiful cherry."

"That's more like it."

"but……"

Although she managed to get Fujiwara Matsu to give in, Chiya Mio did not give up on her idea of ​​looking through his collection. Aside from other considerations, she was also curious herself.

After all, I had done a lot of tempting things in front of this guy, and the result was... infuriating.

This is a great opportunity to learn about Fujiwara Matsu's quirks.

"Mizakura, please, stop looking!"

"Hey, this is pretty interesting! Why don't you watch? Let me see if there's anything else?"

Shiratori Saki watched helplessly from the sidelines. She walked over and helped Fujiwara Matsu up. Two clear tears rolled down Fujiwara Matsu's cheeks, and his face showed a despair as if his heart had turned to ashes.

"It's over..."

"It's alright, Fujiwara-kun, it's perfectly normal, no need to be like this. But, what exactly did you draw? What kind of art do you watch? May I ask?"

The maid first offered words of comfort, then overcame her initial shyness, her face flushed, but she still asked in a low voice.

These two sentences cemented Fujiwara Matsu's place in the annals of shame. He lay back in his chair in his room, his expression conveying the sentiment, "My life is over!"

With the hint, Chiya Mio quickly found many of the things that Fujiwara Matsu had hidden.

"Sazaki Sazaki, hurry, hurry, let's go together!"

These words were like another knife to Fujiwara Matsu's heart. The maid glanced at him, then silently moved closer as well.

"Fujiwara-kun, um, I'm curious..."

The chair spun around, and Fujiwara Matsu chose to avoid seeing it and getting annoyed.

"Hey, Matsu, so you like this kind of thing?"

While probing Fujiwara Matsu's fetishes, Chiya Mio also kept an eye on Shiratori Saki's expression. Her face was flushed, a normal blush of shyness, but also a deep-seated curiosity.

A normal reaction; it doesn't seem like someone who knows these things.

She briefly completed the assessment, and then continued her investigation with great interest.

After flipping through the pages for a while, Chiyo Mio's voice rang out, startling Fujiwara Matsu, who was already as still as a salted fish.

"Huh? They have these too? With your feet? Hey? Song, you still say you're not a foot fetishist!"

Lingchi (death by a thousand cuts) was undoubtedly the punishment for Fujiwara Matsu, but he only struggled for a moment before reverting to his salted fish form.

[Dominance: 26%-28%] (Qianye Meibai)

The electronic voice in his mind didn't elicit any reaction from him; he didn't care about anything anymore.

"Nah... Song."

The girl took off her shoes and placed her bare feet on the chair he was leaning against, trying to wake him, but it was no use. Fujiwara Matsu's soul had already been reincarnated in another world, because he was no different from being dead.

"Here, and also, Mio, and these."

"This proportion is a bit strange..."

Chiya Mio was only halfway through her sentence when she glanced at the maid beside her and swallowed the rest of her words.

Indeed, some people have this ratio. She glanced down at it, a certain emotion welling up inside her, and she kicked Fujiwara Matsu's chair hard.

"Vulgar, perverted, disgusting! H!"

Even Fujiwara Matsu, who was lying in a chair, couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Did I let you see it?! You son of a bitch!

Shiratori Saki also saw this, and her blush deepened even further as she looked down at herself.

It seems that these things aren't so cumbersome after all.

[Dominance: 32% - 35%] (Shiratori Saki)

Taking a deep breath, Fujiwara Matsu got up from the chair, turned around, and stared at the two people.

"Have you finished watching?"

"No."

"What, so interested? Vulgar, perverted, disgusting, hentai!"

Fujiwara Matsubara returned all the insults Chiya Mio had just hurled at him without hesitation, and Chiya Mio looked up at him.

"Song, think it over carefully, what are you doing now...?"

"Oh? How so?"

He crossed his arms, looking completely unfazed. What did he have to fear now?

Chiya Mio didn't say anything else, she just silently lifted her foot and rubbed it against his calf:

"Hey hey~"

This time, his reaction was unprecedented. His previous rebuttals, under this execution, all turned into stubborn words like "I can only fool my buddies."

"Perverted foot fetish, so disgusting~"

"Knock knock!"

Two knocks sounded on the door, and the expressions of the group changed instantly.

"Chiya-kun, Shiratori-kun, Komatsu, I'm coming in."

The group reacted quickly, blocking Fujiwara Matsu's things behind them, placing them on the bookshelf, and weighing them down with his serious comics.

While Fujiwara Matsu and his friends might have been secretly plotting their own deaths, if Fujiwara Matsu's mother were to find out what had just happened, not only Fujiwara Matsu, but they themselves would also be doomed.

"Here's some fruit. What were you all talking about? You seemed to be having so much fun?"

His mother placed the fruit on the game table in front of Fujiwara Matsu's chair, without walking to the desk that was blocked by the three people.

"Forehead……"

"Auntie, we're looking at Song's comics and talking about things in them."

It is indeed a comic book, without any hair.

At this point, even Fujiwara Matsu had to praise Chiya Mio for her quick thinking.

"Oh, I see. This guy has liked these things since he was little. After he got his allowance in junior high, his room was filled with these."

A single sentence made Fujiwara Matsu feel the gazes of the two people beside him, like thorns pricking his back, like needles piercing his bones...

He could already guess what the two of them were thinking—"Matsu/Fujiwara-kun, you must have bought these things back in middle school."

"Really? But it looks really good, we like it too."

"Okay, then you two have a good chat, I won't disturb you any longer."

Fujiwara Matsu's mother was open-minded and satisfied with both Chiya Mio and Shiratori Saki, so she quickly made room for them.

"It started in junior high? Matsu, really..."

"how?"

Having already been subjected to the excruciating torture of slow slicing, he had nothing left to fear.

"Also, this is my room. If I do anything to you here, no one will know. You better watch yourselves."

He made some strong threats, but he knew very well that he was just talking.

After all, neither of them possessed physical strength that he could resist, especially Shiratori Saki.

but……

Chiya Misaki hugged Shiratori Saki, cupping her face in her hands. The maid froze for a moment, hesitated, and then hugged Chiya Misaki back, the two of them pressed together.

"Matsu~"

Her voice was soft, like a feather, gently tickling the heart.

"Well then, would you like to try the Master-Servant Don? Sazaki and I both perfectly embody the characters in your manga~"

What are you talking about...?

After thinking for a moment, Fujiwara Matsu got up from his chair and silently walked towards the two of them.