Tokyo: Love Begins with Controlling the Rich Girl

Outside the restroom, Shimada Sho listened to the sounds coming from inside, a playful smile on his face.

He came here to deliberately break off relations and show the young lady the true colors of these two people.

Before they could even take any action, those two foolish women exposed themselves.

At this point, we should listen to what Yukine Kamishiro has to say.

But unexpectedly, his mind was completely silent.

Shimada Sho wasn't in a hurry and turned around to go back to his seat.

Two minutes later, Reiko Nakayama and Mayu Murakami returned, chatting and laughing.

"Kamishiro-chan," Reiko Nakayama suddenly spoke, a hesitant expression on her face, "There's something I want to tell you..."

"What is it?" Shimada Sho asked casually, watching her performance.

Reiko Nakayama sighed, looking very troubled: "Actually, the allowance from home hasn't been enough lately. Mayu and I are worried that we might not even have enough for next week..."

As she spoke, she gave Murakami Mayu a wink.

The other person immediately chimed in, "Yes, yes, and aren't the three of us good friends? Good friends should help each other, right?"

Shimada Sho didn't say anything, he just watched them quietly.

Their eyes met, and Nakayama Reiko felt a little uneasy under their gazes.

Being stared at by a noble lady, especially with a blank expression, is incredibly stressful.

But she still forced herself to continue: "So... could you lend us some money, Kamishiro-chan? Not much, just 50,000 yen each!"

"No, I won't lend it to you." Shimada Sho refused decisively.

The rest of Nakayama Reiko's words caught in her throat, and the smile on her face froze.

"Kami...Kamishiro-chan?" She looked at the person in front of her in disbelief.

Why is this young lady, who never refuses anything, acting like this today...?

“I heard everything you said in the restroom just now.”

Shimada Sho stood up and looked down at the two of them.

"As innocent as a blank sheet of paper?"

"A naive fool?"

"Friendship fee?"

He repeated their words one by one, a cold smile gradually appearing on his lips, and his posture lowered.

An unprecedented, chilling pressure silently erupted.

“I…we…”

Reiko Nakayama was startled and stammered as she tried to explain.

"boom!"

The conversation was interrupted by a muffled thud.

Shimada Sho slammed his fist on the table and said in a deep voice, "Shut up!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it startled the two of them, making them tremble.

"Friends?" Shimada Sho looked at the two of them with a cold smile. His smile, combined with the aloof and beautiful face of Kamishiro Yukine, was like a god from the distant heavens casting a cold and indifferent gaze.

The words became like a terrifying heavenly voice, shaking one's very soul: "You dare to be friends with me, Kamishiro Yukine?"

Chapter Eight: Mr. Thug is My Friend

"Check...check out..."

Reiko Nakayama raised her hand with trembling hands, her voice shaking.

The shop assistant had already been alerted by the commotion and carefully handed over the bill.

"Three...three people, that's a total of twelve thousand eight hundred yen..."

However, all that answered her was the resolute departure of Yukine Kamishiro.

The door to the dessert shop was pushed open, and the wind chimes rang crisply.

Then the door closed, and the silver-haired figure disappeared around the street corner.

Reiko Nakayama and Mayu Murakami stood frozen in place like two statues until the shop assistant's gentle call brought them back to their senses.

"Um...two guests? Who will pay this bill?"

"I...I'll do it..."

Almost instinctively, Nakayama Reiko pulled out her wallet, her fingers trembling as she counted out all the banknotes.

After paying the bill, the two rushed out of the dessert shop as if they were escaping.

They didn't stop until they ran out of the street and turned into a quiet alley, leaning against the wall and panting heavily.

"W-Was that really Yukine Kamishiro just now?"

Murakami Mayu's voice trembled noticeably.

Reiko Nakayama did not answer.

She leaned against the wall, her mind blank, with only the last look in Yukine's eyes flashing repeatedly in her mind.

Cold and lofty.

It was filled with unsettling aggression.

wrong.

It wasn't just that last look in his eyes.

That young lady has been acting strangely ever since we met today.

“Reiko…” Murakami Mayu’s voice was choked with sobs, “Kamishiro-chan… how could she know what we were saying in the bathroom? She was outside! And that wall is very soundproof, she’s never heard us talking so loudly before!”

“And the look in her eyes…” Murakami Mayu continued, her voice trailing off, “It was terrifying, like she was a completely different person. She never used to look at us like that; she would always obediently nod nod no matter what we said…”

Reiko Nakayama bit her lower lip, and the scene from two years ago flashed through her mind.

At that time, Yukine Kamishiro had just entered the school. She was so beautiful that she didn't look human, but she was as empty as a glass doll.

I won't refuse, and I won't get angry.

There has never been any obvious emotional fluctuation.

She believes whatever others tell her.

She never refuses to give you anything.

Like a golden lamb that won't resist, covered in banknotes, just waiting for them to pick them.

But today's...

"Reiko, do you think she might retaliate against us?" Murakami Mayu suddenly grabbed Nakayama Reiko's arm, her voice trembling with tears. "She's from the Kamishiro family! What if she tells her family about this? We'll be thrown into Tokyo Bay, won't we? I... I don't want to die!"

"Shut up!"

Reiko Nakayama shook off her hand, but her own hand was trembling.

She tried desperately to calm herself down, but all sorts of terrifying images kept flashing through her mind uncontrollably.

A mysterious person knocking on the door late at night.

A classmate who disappeared without a trace after transferring schools.

And then there are those rumors about the Kamishiro family...

"I... I don't think so..."

When Nakayama Reiko spoke, it was unclear whether she was comforting Murakami Mayu or herself.

"She's so naive, she'll probably forget about it in a few days..."

She couldn't continue speaking halfway through her sentence.

That all-seeing gaze, filled with disdain, really makes her seem like a naive and innocent young lady.

“Reiko…” Murakami Mayu suddenly spoke again, her voice tinged with confusion, “Do you think… she might have known from the beginning that we were lying to her?”

Reiko Nakayama was stunned.

"Maybe she always knew, but was just too lazy to expose us?" Murakami Mayu's words became increasingly outrageous, but she herself turned pale with fright at this speculation. "Is it because she's finally gotten tired of us today...?"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Reiko Nakayama cursed, but she herself began to feel uneasy.

What if it's true?

What if, in her eyes, they were just two clowns over the past two years?

What is that young lady thinking every time she obediently nods?

Will they look down on them with that kind of gaze, just like they did today?

The thought of this possibility sent a chill down Nakayama Reiko’s spine from her feet to the top of her head.

When she spoke again, she lacked her usual composure. "Anyway... let's find a chance to apologize first!"

……

Meanwhile, on another street.

Shimada Sho slowly walked back the way he came.

The November wind blew, swirling up the fallen leaves from the roadside.

Yukine Kamishiro's long silver hair swayed gently in the wind, attracting frequent glances from passersby.

In my mind, that clear, cold voice finally rang out again after a long time.

"Mr. Thug".

"Ok?"

"Do they... really think that way?"

There was a hint of confusion in Yukine Kamishiro's voice that she had never heard before.

"Didn't you hear it yourself?" Shimada Sho was too lazy to answer the question.

The voice in my mind disappeared again.

Shimada Sho wasn't in a hurry and just walked slowly.

"Oh, I see."

After walking for about five minutes, I heard a very soft response.

Shimada Sho raised an eyebrow. "That's it?"

"what?"

"I mean, is this your reaction?" Shimada Sho was somewhat surprised. "You've been deceived by so-called friends for so long, and all you say is 'Oh, I see'?"

"What kind of reaction does Mr. Thug expect from me?" Yukine Kamishiro asked calmly.

Shimada Sho was stumped by the question.

Yes, what kind of reaction did he hope this young lady would have?

Hysteria? Weeping uncontrollably?

But Yukine Kamishiro was never that kind of person.

From their first meeting, he noticed that the girl's emotions seemed to be shrouded in an invisible layer, making it difficult for them to fluctuate significantly.

Just as she said, even pain can be experienced as a "wonderful feeling".

“Mr. Thug,” Yukine Kamishiro suddenly spoke again.

"Ok?"

"Thank you."

Shimada Sho was taken aback.