Where did the enemy come from? Unknown.
Why did the enemy come? Unknown.
Yuki Asahi was tackled out of the side corridor, rolling over the shrubbery of the flower bed.
His shoulder bag smashed against a stone pillar and broke, scattering books and personal items everywhere.
Jiang Jian Yue left the two bewildered people behind, stepped on the corridor seat, and leaped onto the flower bed.
The Monster’s body was still an insect torso, just like Morita, as if they “wore” humans like clothes on their bodies. Blood and terror were their fashion trends.
Facing the unfamiliar young face, stretched open and cracked just an arm’s length away, and the blood droplets dripping down, Yuki Asahi pressed down on the Insect Blade with all his strength. Blood slid down his arm.
Golden Eyes flared suddenly, a surge of power flooding his arm.
He gritted his teeth and forcibly broke the Insect Blade!
With a headbutt, he knocked the Monster to the ground.
Yuki Asahi hurriedly scrambled to his feet, always facing the Monster as he sidestepped to stand in front of Jiang Jian Yue.
“Jiang Jian-senpai, it’s dangerous, don’t come closer.”
“……”
Jiang Jian Yue abandoned the idea of a finishing blow and turned to glance at the two people who had followed out from the side corridor.
“Ah!”
The purple-haired girl clung fearfully to the blond boy’s arm, having completely forgotten their earlier argument.
That’s right—after witnessing a terrifying Monster, the importance of trivial love quarrels gets crushed easily.
That feeling is just too great.
Jiang Jian Yue’s XP was a bit unique, even indescribable by language for the pleasure these circumstances brought her.
The Monster roared—making one wonder how an insect had a throat—as it climbed up, a shorter Insect Blade piercing through from the flesh and blood of its abdomen and chest.
This kind of Monster had no intelligence, seemingly born only to devour the humans before it.
Facing Yuki Asahi, who was already in position, it charged forward recklessly, like a cockroach leaping at a face.
The Insect Head firmly caught Yuki Asahi’s powerful right hook.
The moment the carapace touched the fist, it shattered like thin chocolate, and white biological tissue burst out like champagne.
It sounded strangely appetizing.
In the end, it was just a Monster that looked like an insect, not as tenacious as a real cockroach.
After the Insect Head was smashed, the body tumbled to the left, rolling over its own fragments before sliding to the edge of the flower bed, finally motionless.
Yuki Asahi, perhaps because of the onlookers, flicked his hand in annoyance about getting dirty—he hadn’t done that yesterday.
“Uwah!”
The blond boy’s reflexes were unusually slow; only after the battle ended did he seem frightened and took a half-step back.
Jiang Jian Yue ignored the panicked pair, stepping lightly on a shrunken insect by her foot, crushing it until it burst.
Then she took a pack of wet wipes from her handbag and slapped it onto Yuki Asahi’s bloodstained face.
“……Senpai, I think wet wipes are supposed to be opened before use.”
“Mm.”
Jiang Jian Yue gave a muffled nasal sound and took out her phone from her skirt pocket.
“Hurry up and leave. Don’t leak what you saw today… All the rumors about me except the one you made up are true.”
She turned her phone screen toward the side corridor.
The two people stared blankly for a moment, then nodded rapidly, supporting each other as they ran off.
As a mysterious, cool JK, other rumors about Jiang Jian Yue included: Heiress of the Shadow Conglomerate, connections with the Yakuza Organization, and once eating thirteen Pineapple Buns in a single lunch—all mostly false.
The Pineapple Bun one was true.
Pineapple Buns are the best baked goods in the world.
After sending a message to Morita Aoya, she looked up to see Yuki Asahi’s gaze nervously dart away.
After the battle, he reverted to the introverted boy, lips pressed tight and afraid to speak.
“Do you… want to wait here?”
Jiang Jian Yue’s voice was faint, drowned by the distant noise of club activities beyond several walls, but for the first time, she managed a full sentence.
Yuki Asahi heard and nodded vigorously.
He wanted to see how the corpse would disappear.
Although this wasn’t a crowded area, someone might still pass by.
Doing this was a gamble, not to mention that sooner or later, the school security would come by.
“Good thing… you have me.”
Jiang Jian Yue realized too late that her words could be misunderstood.
Her ability to articulate her feelings in speech, unused for over a decade, barely managed to get the words out without stammering.
A few minutes later, a sharply dressed young man jogged into the side corridor, carrying a roll of waterproof cloth on his shoulder.
So fast.
Jiang Jian Yue felt, for the first time, the competence of the Morita Butler—no wonder he had been in charge of caring for her from such a young age.
Morita Aoya saw the bizarre corpse on the ground and approached without a change in expression, covering it with the waterproof cloth.
He kicked some fragments under the cloth and used his shoe to smooth over any traces on the ground, making them less noticeable.
As a professional butler, Morita Aoya asked no questions, bowed slightly to Jiang Jian Yue, and said, “Ojou-sama, your instructions, please.”
Yuki Asahi was dumbfounded watching the entire process—more shocked than seeing the Monster itself—and could only marvel internally: “As expected of the wealthy.”
His head drooped lower unconsciously, the wet wipe in his hand pausing mid-swipe across his cheek as he suddenly felt unworthy to use it.
Aren’t you supposed to be shocked by the corpse!?
Jiang Jian Yue’s face remained expressionless, the urge to retort caught in her throat, turning into a clearing sound.
***
After sending the unrelated Morita Butler out of the school, the two sat side by side on the corridor seat.
Their feet rested on the crushed shrubbery facing the flower bed, blankly staring at the waterproof cloth.
Jiang Jian Yue checked her phone for the fifth time. It was already 5:50.
The sunset deepened, orange light slanting across their backs, casting their shadows on the wall.
“Your… hand.”
The girl’s voice was soft as a mosquito, like a whispered love confession.
“It’s fine.”
Yuki Asahi was caught off guard by the sudden conversation and then opened his palm.
The wound from the Insect Blade seemed already to be scabbing—a shocking speed of recovery.
“……Are you hungry?”
Yuki Asahi shook his head, but then saw her take a squashed Pineapple Bun from her handbag.
She tore open the wrapper, paused for a moment, and didn’t look at him, but Yuki Asahi felt her gaze on his cheek.
He thought she wanted to share it with him and was about to refuse, but instead saw her stuff the Pineapple Bun into her own mouth.
His attention, focused on the Pineapple Bun, drifted to her puffed cheeks and the subtle movement of her pink lips.
Jiang Jian-senpai is a little cute.
After finishing, the two lapsed into silence again.
Yuki Asahi actually wanted to talk, but the words of his predecessors… no, he just didn’t have the courage to speak.
Suddenly, Yuki Asahi felt a weight on his right arm, and his heartbeat skyrocketed.
Looking over, the girl had leaned her head against his arm without a trace of hesitation.
Her eyes were closed, long lashes trembling slightly, her delicate face as serene as a work of art.
Yuki Asahi’s inner turmoil was also soothed, all excitement and nerves dissolving into the autumn breeze beneath the sunset, and finally, peace.
If only this moment could last forever.
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