The Otherworld Card Collector

As a dull sound rang out, Kurokawa, whose fist was sunken into his lower abdomen, almost vomited his lunch.

Belly punch!

Kurokawa immediately curled up like a shrimp.

It wouldn't have mattered if she didn't curl up, but once she curled up, she found herself touching Shirou Matou's chicken roll.

The eyes become cross-eyed.

At the same time, the voice of Shirou Matou rang in Kurokawa's ears.

"Kurokawa, hold on."

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Chapter 90: Matou, You Are So Bad, I Like You So Much

Kurokawa was silent, grinning.

Although Shirou Matou didn't use his full strength in that punch, it was still more than Kurokawa could withstand.

Her stomach was churning, and she had to see a holy sword that seemed to support the heaven and earth. To be honest, her thoughts were a little confused for a moment, but for some reason, she listened to Shirou Matou's words completely. There was no possibility that she was hallucinating or had not heard clearly.

She knew that at this moment her attention to Shirou Matou was unprecedented.

Why is this so?

Kurokawa was a little puzzled.

But this did not prevent her from making her own choice.

The hand holding the holy sword suddenly exerted force, with a ferocious look as if it wanted to tear the sword's body and hilt apart.

But if he is not prepared for this, Shirou Matou might as well find a piece of tofu and hit himself headfirst to death!

What a shame!

"Boom!"

This kick was faster than Kurokawa's hand.

Without any hesitation, he aimed directly at the chest and kicked it.

At this moment, Kurokawa's eyes widened, and then turned white uncontrollably.

Her consciousness drifted away, as if she had floated into a vast expanse of white clouds. It was as soft and fluffy as cotton candy, making people want to pick it and then open their mouths to enjoy a delicious bite.

But the next second, she realized something was wrong. Her consciousness returned to her mind, and then she felt a burning pain in her chest. Her breathing became rapid and she couldn't breathe.

"sharp."

Shirou Matou, who has experience in professional wrestling, saw the clues at a glance.

He smiled in praise.

"I thought this kick would break your ribs."

"But I didn't expect that the large amount of fat formed a natural buffer. Although the kick caused you to lose consciousness briefly, it didn't cause too much damage. That's why you can still look at me viciously like a mad dog."

Shirou Matou looked down at Kurokawa who was kneeling on the ground.

That matter-of-fact look made Kurokawa grin, suggesting something.

"Do you want to kill me, Matou?"

"How is that possible? Murder is against the law."

Shirou Matou, who was familiar with the laws of the island nation, snapped his fingers.

"But if you attack me again, I can indeed choose to put you to eternal sleep in self-defense."

"And as a high school student, I think I can use this as a gimmick and write a book about how someone fought back after being maliciously harmed by a wicked nurse. I should be able to make some money."

After saying that, Matou Shirou took out his mobile phone, pointed his finger at 'Confirm Video', looked at Kurokawa with a half-smile, and gave her one last chance to choose.

"Kurokawa, what do you think?"

"I'll sit and watch!"

First, a punch to the stomach, followed by a kick to the heart. Fortunately, she was strong, otherwise she would have fainted long ago, not to mention sitting. Then, she would be dragged to a black clinic by Matou Shirou, who would sell her organs at a fixed price and make a fortune.

This will definitely make more money faster than those books!

Why the hell did I think an honor student would do something that was obviously something a yakuza (gangsters) would do?

Could it be that...

Kurokawa looked at Shirou Matou meaningfully, then smiled with relief.

This made Shirou Matou slightly confused.

He was well aware of his own attacks and didn't think that his two moves could make anyone stupid.

Besides, how could hitting someone in the chest or stomach turn him into a fool? Whose brain grows in the chest or abdomen? What was originally in the head? Tofu dregs?

Shirou Matou sat beside the bed without crossing his legs.

Seeing this, Kurokawa loosened his clenched fists, then collapsed against the wall in frustration, and then he spoke.

"Damn it, everyone was fooled by your harmless appearance, Matou."

"Harmless to humans and animals?"

Shirou Matou has a clear understanding of himself.

"I don't think there's anything harmless about my image."

He has a stern face and an indifferent expression all day long. If he were not nearsighted, or if he wore glasses, he would definitely be a scientific research villain boss.

With such an image, you tell me it is harmless to humans and animals?

It’s more like saying I’m handsome.

Kurokawa burst out laughing.

"It's mainly because you're an excellent student that it's easy for people to overlook your bad nature beneath that cold exterior."

When he said this, Kurokawa's face suddenly turned red, and his breathing, which was already heavy, became even heavier.

Her gaze towards Matou Shirou became blurry, and her voice couldn't help but rise a little.

"How cunning, Matou."

"I originally thought you were a good student with excellent academic performance, but in reality, you're just a scumbag who uses the image of a good student to cover up your evil nature."

Kurokawa struggled to stand up and slowly walked towards Matou Shirou.

Shirou Matou raised his head and met Kurokawa's eyes, whose expressions became increasingly fanatical. Although he was looking up, he still watched Kurokawa's every move as if he was looking down.

He had no intention of communicating with Kurokawa, but this did not prevent Kurokawa from expressing his own ideas.

"Isn't this nice?"

"You may be a terrible scumbag, but I also have some self-awareness of being a bitch."

Kurokawa squatted down in front of Matou Shirou, then lay on his thighs. When she looked at Matou Shirou like this, she was looking up at him again.

Then he slowly stretched out his left hand again.

This time, Shirou Matou showed no signs of counterattack, and Kurokawa successfully grasped the holy sword.

"Don't they say that a couple should be together forever?"

Kurokawa showed a lewd face, his eyes were strained, and he licked his lips slightly with his tongue. Then he was ready to swallow the holy sword, including the sword body and hilt, like a clown in a circus.

But just as she was about to take action, Matou Shirou reached out and pressed his hand against her forehead, stopping her from doing so.

Kurokawa looked at Matou Shirou in confusion.

"First of all, I'm not a dog."

Shirou Matou is not Taisuke Sawaganaga. How could he be as impatient as Taisuke Sawaganaga, whose brain is atrophied and whose small head controls his cerebellum, at this time?

He simply declared naturally that their relationship was not one of cooperation, but rather;

"Secondly, are you willing to submit now, Kurokawa?"

"Hehehe, Matou, you not only want my body, but also my heart?"

Kurokawa immediately understood Matou Shirou's intention.

Is she angry?

When she thought she understood Shirou Matou's true nature, she was not angry at all. Instead, she felt like she had met a close friend.

"You are so bad, I like it so much."

Not only that, Kurokawa also felt like he fell in love at first sight.

So she lowered her head and stammered.

"Well then, hurry up and carve your mark on me now, Matou."

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Chapter 91: A nurse every day, with different attributes

"Cough, cough, cough."

This was not a cold, but Kurokawa still swallowed the ■■■■■ that Shirou Matou gave him with great difficulty, and then guess what, hey, the cough did stop.

■■■■■It can indeed cure cough, but don’t worry about why the cough came about!

Kurokawa touched the corner of his mouth, making sure that he had cleaned the ■■■■■■■, then raised his head and looked at Shirou Matou with his habitual sarcastic smile.

"tasty."

"Don't think I'll give you a second just because you compliment me."

Shirou Matou was not controlled by ■■ like Taisuke Sawagenaga. He simply wiped the ■■ left by Kurokawa with his ■■■ and put it into his ■■■■.

After doing this, Shirou Matou lay back on the hospital bed and placed his left hand on his chest again, hanging it with a bandage. He looked no different from a patient with a broken arm.

"Wow~"

Kurokawa whistled.

"Matou, you really have a talent for acting, plus you have such a good-looking face. Why don't you just find a scout and become a "Practice Student" for two and a half years, and then debut as the center!"

"This way, after entering the entertainment industry, you might be able to taste delicacies that ordinary people can't eat~"

Matou Shirou shook his head upon hearing this.

"The entertainment industry is too complicated, I can't grasp it."

"And I'm not a lover, or colluding with those insects. It makes me feel a little sick."

Rather than saying that I can't grasp it, it's better to say that I feel that playing tricks with those people is a pure waste of time.

Kurokawa sensed the disdain in Matou Shirou's words, and could also vaguely sense Matou Shirou's huge ambition.

However, as a bitch, you must have the awareness of being a bitch.

If Matou Shirou doesn't tell me, then don't ask. Otherwise, a slut like me might end up dead.

Speaking of this, Kurokawa showed an excited expression.

She remembered that one of the hospitals that was doing all the joint research with them had the job of secretly cleaning corpses.

Outsiders have no idea what this is doing;

But Kurokawa, Dr. Amemiya's (former) right-hand man, knew it.

That was the advance preparation needed to develop a new anti-stress drug. In other words, the morgue of that hospital could be said to be a library of materials for them to extract stress factors.

However, the research on this project did not go smoothly, and the anti-stress drugs studied also had uncontrollable side effects.

The drug causes hallucinations, causing test subjects to often mistake living people for talking corpses, or vice versa.

This led to one of the part-time workers, who had taken too much of the drug and could no longer distinguish between reality and hallucinations, being arrested after killing six of his colleagues.