Chapter 75: The Target Appears
"Oh." Haruto tugged at his collar. "Then, senpai, wait here for a bit. I'll go take a quick shower."
He swiftly stripped off his clothes and, under Sakura's bashful gaze, leisurely walked toward the bathroom.
Just like they said... Haruto really does have a great physique...
Sakura couldn't help but steal glances at Haruto's naked body, her thoughts running wild.
Her dazed eyes traced the sharp contours of his abs before drifting lower.
So that's what it looks like...
It's so big... and thick... and it's not even fully hard yet...
After a quick rinse, Haruto returned to the room and found Sakura still standing there, fully dressed. He wasn't quite sure what to say.
He couldn't treat Sakura the same way he had treated Touko or Miyuna before.
After a moment's thought, he slowly approached and gently wrapped his arms around her slender waist.
"Sakura... Miyajima-senpai, relax. Just leave everything to me."
Sakura's face burned crimson as she gave a small nod. "Mmm..."
She closed her eyes, her long lashes trembling like her fluttering heart.
Haruto took her delicate, pale hand and guided her to the bed.
Sakura let herself be pulled down, her ample chest straining against her uniform. From the open collar, a deep, mesmerizing valley of snowy skin peeked through.
Her tall, soft body squirmed slightly, her long, shapely thighs tightly pressed together, occasionally rubbing against each other in an attempt to ease her nervousness.
Haruto leaned down and captured her small, cherry-colored lips in a kiss, his skilled hands simultaneously roaming over her full peaks.
Between deep kisses and teasing caresses, Sakura gradually melted under his experienced touch.
As Haruto savored her sweet nectar and prepared to undress her for the next step, his spiritual senses suddenly picked up a familiar presence rapidly approaching.
He pulled away and glanced toward the window—where a familiar little black orb danced playfully under the bright moonlight.
"Senpai, just a moment."
Haruto picked up the towel from the floor and loosely wrapped it around his waist.
Sakura, still panting, nodded shyly.
When the black orb actively revealed itself, even someone without magic could see it.
Haruto received the information transmitted by the little black sphere, his initial irritation at being interrupted gradually replaced by pleasant surprise.
Perseverance paid off. After 24 hours of surveillance, the little black sphere had finally located Tanaka Hajime within Aiho Academy.
"Sakura-senpai, it seems our training session will have to be postponed," Haruto said as he removed his towel and pulled out a set of clothes from the wardrobe.
"That dangerous individual who's been targeting you has appeared. Kuro says the person is currently in your school's indoor gymnasium."
Kuro was the nickname Haruto had given the little black sphere—simple and easy to understand.
The little black sphere had protested; it did have a proper name. But Haruto stubbornly insisted on calling it Kuro, and there was nothing it could do but silently accept the moniker. After getting used to it, the name didn't sound so bad after all.
Sakura's beautiful eyes were filled with tender affection. She very much wanted to continue, but she also knew now wasn't the time for lingering.
She sat up, smoothing out her wrinkled uniform—especially around the chest area where her undergarments had shifted out of place.
"Haruto-kun, are you going alone?" she asked.
Haruto, already dressed with swift efficiency, replied, "Yeah, don't worry. The target's abilities are just troublesome to deal with—their combat strength is practically nonexistent."
"You can stay here tonight. If things go smoothly, I might even be back before dawn."
Hearing this, Sakura's face flushed slightly again, and she gave an almost imperceptible nod, which Haruto found quite amusing.
This girlish demeanor was something he'd never seen from the hypnotized Sakura in his memories. The stark contrast with her usual cool and composed kendo beauty persona only heightened Haruto's excitement, making him wonder how the real her would behave in moments of passion.
...
Kuro floated in the sky while Haruto sprinted across the ground.
Under the bright moonlight, two dark shadows flickered like phantoms through the silent streets.
Haruto's full-speed running was fast, but it still couldn't compare to the convenience of flight.
It wasn't usually an issue, but when pressed for time, not being able to take a straight path was particularly frustrating. Moreover, maintaining top speed drained his stamina and overall condition.
Wiping sweat from his forehead, Haruto began considering the idea of acquiring a means of transportation.
Not only would it be useful in urgent situations, but it would also save time and energy during regular assignments.
Come to think of it, he remembered Issei Hyoudou initially used a bicycle for his missions...
A bicycle was out of the question, though. Haruto wasn't fond of Japanese bicycles—he always found them rather ugly.
Getting a custom one would be too conspicuous, and he suspected it wouldn't take long before it drew unwanted attention.
Cars were the next option Haruto dismissed. His age was one issue—he didn't have a license—and cars weren't exactly ideal for weaving through narrow alleys.
That left only motorcycles...
Ah, if only he could fly or use spatial magic, he wouldn't have to worry about any of this.
Lost in thought, Haruto arrived at the gates of Aiho Academy.
Staring at the roughly two-meter-tall iron fence, the day had finally come to scale it.
With a light jump, his hands grasped the top edge, and with a coordinated pull and flip of his wrists and arms, Haruto executed a 180-degree turn midair.
Releasing his grip, he landed smoothly in perfect form.
Thud.
A faint thud echoed through the nighttime campus, but unfortunately, there were no security personnel patrolling near the entrance.
Thus, no one witnessed this gymnastic masterpiece of wall-scaling.
After landing, Haruto didn't linger. Thanks to his demon bloodline, the bright moonlight made little difference—night and day were practically the same to him.
Following his memory, he arrived at the indoor gymnasium and sent the small black orb ahead to check if the person was still inside.
The orb bypassed the locked front entrance and slipped in through a small window above the gym.
Three minutes later, it relayed a message to Haruto: the man was still there, fiddling with something on the performance stage.
Haruto pondered briefly, then communicated with the orb and found a slightly ajar back door.
Pushing it open gently, he swiftly slipped inside amid the grating creak.
On the stage, Tanaka Hajime, who had been adjusting the broadcasting equipment, frowned and glanced toward the source of the noise.
He had already hypnotized the patrolling officers and teachers—no one should be coming here at this hour.
After a moment of silence with no further movement, Tanaka relaxed his brow and muttered, "Just the wind?"
He had no intention of checking. Even if someone had come, he could always say a few more words and perform another hypnosis.
Through the small black orb, Haruto confirmed Tanaka wasn't approaching. Emerging from the dark corner, he had originally planned to ambush Tanaka when he came to investigate, hoping to take him down in one strike.
That would've been the least risky approach, sparing him from testing whether Tanaka's hypnosis or his own mental resistance was stronger.
With the plan foiled, Haruto had no choice but to attack head-on.
He didn't want to wait—delay bred uncertainty. Since Tanaka was alone here, he could afford to be a little more ruthless.
Channeling his mana, he activated Basic Body Mastery and the Eye of Insight. In his hand, intense lightning elements coalesced into a crackling spear—his strongest offensive spell, the Lightning Spear.
With his current mana reserves, he could only use it three times at most.
Haruto began moving slowly, then faster and faster. By the time he entered Tanaka's line of sight, his speed had reached its peak.
Seeing a shadowy figure charging toward him at an almost blurring speed, Tanaka's plump body trembled in fright. His nearly invisible eyes, squeezed by layers of fat, widened abruptly as he instinctively tried to stop the attacker.
"Sto—ghh... ugh..."
A single word escaped before his throat erupted in pain, the rest of his speech reduced to agonized gurgles.
Haruto's razor-sharp Lightning Spear had pierced straight through Tanaka's throat. Relieved that the man could no longer speak, Haruto exhaled.
He had originally aimed for the head, but Tanaka's single word had thrown him off for a split second, slightly altering his trajectory.
Fortunately, Haruto's mental resistance was strong enough—after a brief daze, he adjusted instantly.
At such high speed, he could barely aim for the throat.
But this time, he didn't miss.
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