A reversal of fortune and victory in a world hated by all girls!

How many potatoes did his grandfather from the countryside send him?! A whole truckload?!

Takahashi Mito found it hard to understand, and even felt a slight headache coming on. Watching Sakurajima Anne happily eating mashed potatoes, she couldn't help but lean towards Hayakawa next to her with a look of disgust: "Hayakawa, let's share our bento boxes..."

"okay."

Mito Takahashi opened her bento box, which contained the egg rolls she had carefully made that morning, grilled sausages, fried soft-boiled eggs, two marinated chicken drumsticks, and some cauliflower. The rice was topped with some seaweed flakes for seasoning, and the overall presentation looked quite good.

"And what about you, Hayakawa? What did you do?"

"Oh, I made mashed potatoes."

Ah ah ah ah ah!

Mito Takahashi screamed and suddenly sat up in bed.

A faint light shone in from the curtains in the distance, and when she touched her head, it was covered in sweat.

So, it was all a dream...

It was a false alarm.

She let out a long sigh of relief; this dream was just too terrifying.

She probably won't want to see any food that looks or even resembles a potato in color or shape for a while!

As her emotions gradually calmed down, her gaze slowly turned and fell on the bedside table.

At that moment, there was a bowl and plate on the bedside table, and the yellowish object in the bowl and plate made her eyes tremble.

There was also a sticky note underneath that read:

"Today's breakfast is potato salad!"

Ah ah ah ah ah!

Mito Takahashi sat on the bed, letting out an extremely shrill scream.

……

evening.

Because she ran out of cooking oil at home, Aoi Natsuki went out to the nearest convenience store to buy some. Recently, she had been making good money from design work, so she quit her part-time job at the convenience store. It was actually not a good fit for her anyway. Although she encountered fewer customers on the night shift, she inevitably encountered female customers who would pester her. Now that she can temporarily earn some extra money online through design, she feels like she has been blessed by God.

After leaving the convenience store, he was shivering from the cold wind. Just then, he heard a meow. Looking in the direction of the sound, he didn't see a cat. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was a black cat.

Black cats have different symbols in different regions of Japan; some foretell misfortune, while others foretell good fortune. The cat's brownish-yellow eyes stared straight at him, and it meowed at him once more.

Natsuki Aoi glanced at the sausages in the bag, then pursed her lips and slowly walked over.

But the black cat turned and went to the corner. Aoi Natsuki also peeked out and saw that the black cat was standing in front of a telephone pole, licking its fur with its tongue.

Seeing that it hadn't run away, Aoi Natsuki walked over, peeled a sausage, broke off a piece, and placed it not far from it.

But the black cat didn't seem wary of him at all, and immediately followed him and started eating the sausage.

Then I heard a series of roaring sounds, like the sound of a motorcycle.

Turning his head, he saw a motorcycle slowly approaching him.

The person in the car was a woman with a very hot figure wearing a leather jacket, and her face was not visible because she was wearing a helmet.

The headlights illuminated the road ahead.

The woman in the car also got off, and Natsuki Aoi noticed that she was still wearing a one-piece leather suit.

He lowered the base and walked straight towards him, removing his helmet to reveal his true face.

"Sakura, Sakurajima?!"

Wearing a black, tight-fitting leather outfit, Sakurajima An unfurled her long hair, which had been tucked into her neck, letting it cascade down her back. Her captivating smile remained, and she flicked her right index and middle fingers forward, exclaiming, "Yo!"

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Chapter 70 I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore!

"It's you?" This was the first time Aoi Natsuki had seen Sakurajima Anne in a leather jacket, and it looked so...

He looked away.

It gives rise to some rather suggestive thoughts.

“Just passing by.” Sakurajima An’s eyes were narrow and long when she squinted. She glanced at the black cat eating in front of her and Aoi holding a sausage in her hand, and she immediately understood what had happened.

"Aoi, you're really kind, feeding stray cats late at night."

"No, actually I just came to the convenience store and saw it by chance." Aoi Natsuki stood up and glanced at the heavy motorcycle behind Sakurajima Anne. It was all black with smooth lines, and the vehicle looked exceptionally pleasing to the eye.

He recognized the car; a relative of his had owned one in his past life, and back then he thought it was incredibly cool.

Kawasaki h2.

With a four-cylinder, water-cooled, four-stroke engine and a displacement of 998cc, its dimensions are 2085×770×1125 mm. It can be said to be a car that every man dreams of owning. The price is also quite high, with the lowest price reaching a sky-high price of 600 million yen.

This price is completely beyond Aoi Natsuki's current standard of living. Even before, just being able to get close enough to touch it would give her an adrenaline rush.

But unexpectedly, there was one on Sakurajima...

Instead, they even drove them onto the streets!

"Are you sure it's okay for you to drive a Kawasaki H2 on the street? I remember you're a few months younger than me, right?"

"It's alright, it's alright. Do you want me to take you home?" Sakurajima An's eyes sparkled. "You've never ridden in a car like this before, have you? This is a rare opportunity."

Aoi Natsuki hesitated, mainly because the impact of motorcycles on men was too great. As soon as the engine started, a surge of passion would rush through his body. He thought about it and realized that the journey was only three or four hundred meters, so he agreed.

The two then got into the car one after the other.

When she touched the texture of the carbon fiber shell, Natsuki Aoi felt that coming out to buy oil today was the right decision.

This is absolutely fantastic!

"Sakurajima, is this car yours?"

"No, this motorcycle belongs to my dad. I just stole the keys and came out to experience it when he wasn't looking." Sakurajima Anne, dressed in a leather jacket, slowly turned her head on the motorcycle, her posture quite alluring.

Over time, Aoi Natsuki had gradually gotten used to the way she looked at him, and then pointed down the slope: "My house is in that direction, after you go down the slope..."

Before she could finish speaking, Anne Sakurajima suddenly started the car and drove off in the exact opposite direction with Natsuki Aoi.

There weren't many pedestrians on the streets at night, and a Yamazaki H2 sped past.

Sakurajima Anne's face began to show excitement, and her black hair, which was draped behind her, seemed to transform into the venomous snake on Medusa's head, constantly flicking its tongue in the air.

Natsuki Aoi, holding onto the handrails on both sides, was completely caught off guard and was carried away.

The driving speed gradually increased from 140 km/h to 210 km/h.

And this speed is still increasing.

The engine was making a loud, booming noise.

The vehicle sped onto an overpass. Under the streetlights, a shimmering white light appeared in Sakurajima Anne's eyes—this was what she wanted to pursue.

This feeling of pleasure brought her satisfaction, both physically and mentally.

At first, Natsuki Aoi was a little scared and shouted for her to slow down, but then she heard Anne Sakurajima's faint, maniacal laughter even after the speed reached 230 km/h, despite the strong airflow.

He also fell silent.

At this moment, the favorability rating above Sakurajima An's head is still -1.

But looking at the -1, he gradually began to understand why the favorability rating had been stagnant.

His expression calmed down, and he let Sakurajima lead him around without saying a word to her. Twenty minutes passed quickly.

After going around in circles, Sakurajima Anne finally dropped him off at his doorstep.

Even after stopping, Anne Sakurajima was still laughing heartily, took off her helmet, and said cheerfully, "Sorry, but... it must have felt pretty good, right?"

"..."

"Why aren't you saying anything? Are you angry with me?" Sakurajima An lowered her body, pressing her upper body against the armrest, staring straight at him.

Aoi Natsuki exhaled through her nose, looked up at Sakurajima Anne, and asked, "Why were you driving so fast just now? What were you trying to gain from it?"

Instead of answering Anne Sakurajima's question, he posed two entirely new questions.

But Anne Sakurajima really did seem to be deep in thought.

"Perhaps... he wants to experience the boundary between life and death? I've said before that we should respect death; maybe it will be a completely new form of 'life'~"

"..."

"Haha, were you scared by my words? Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. All of this is something that humans need to go through, but when you can face death directly, you can discover many wonderful mysteries in it."

"..."

"Aoi?"

Anne Sakurajima called out his name once again.

This time, Natsuki Aoi finally spoke up, and she had also figured out some of the things in her heart.

"Sakurajima, you've never really treated me like a friend from beginning to end. You've treated me more like an object or an interesting experiment, haven't you?"

I never understood why you always treated people differently from others, but now I completely understand. It's because you've never genuinely considered us friends. All this time, you've only been close to us because of your insatiable and perverse sense of humor.

From forming the club, going to the haunted house together, having a birthday party at Takahashi's house, even the fireworks festival, everything about you was fake. That side of you sends chills down my spine. This time…

Sakurajima, you really succeeded in scaring me.

"I frowned and said."

This is what he suddenly realized: why was Sakurajima An's affection level always -1? Even though they seemed to have such a harmonious relationship, why did her affection level never change? Now the answer is clear: she didn't consider him a friend at all, and might not even treat him as a person.

Once he opened up to this idea, he realized how terrifying the girl in front of him was.

At the same time, a deep sense of disappointment welled up inside me.

When Sakurajima Anne heard his words, a look of surprise appeared on her face, but she quickly recovered.

After a long pause, the corners of her mouth turned up again: "Yes... you guessed everything correctly, Aoi, so... should we award your wit with something?"

The next second, Natsuki Aoi's gaze turned angry. He was good-tempered, but that didn't mean he was willing to be fooled like that!

He took a deep breath, lowering his voice unconsciously, and said, "I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore. I'm not playing your April Fool's game!"