"Then why did you sleep with me?" Kanjuro gazed at Yuigahama Yui with a sarcastic smile.
The pink-haired girl's heart tightened, her body trembling slightly, her fingers unconsciously twisting her skirt: "I... I like you, Kanjuro."
"Mhm, I believe you." Kanjuro responded nonchalantly, his finger lightly lifting a strand of her hair,
"But from now on, call me Master in private."
He was too lazy to waste more breath on this topic; after all, in his eyes, these women were essentially the same—bitches are bitches, don't think that pretending to be pure makes you not one.
After a night of fierce battle.
Kanjuro and Yuigahama Yui returned to school together.
Yukinoshita Yukino gradually noticed something was amiss, finding that Kanjuro and her best friend were getting closer and closer.
For example, in the morning, Yuigahama would actually take the initiative to prepare a lunch box for Kanjuro.
And even helped Kanjuro review his schoolwork.
One should know that Yuigahama's only friend was supposed to be her, Yukinoshita Yoko.
"Kanjuro," she gently tugged the sleeve of her kimono, her tone pleading, "Let's go for a walk later? The cherry blossoms in the campus are in full bloom; it must be beautiful to enjoy them with you."
"No need," Kanjuro's gaze swept over Yuigahama, "I want to go to the Library with Yoko."
"Is that so..." Yukinoshita Yukino forced a smile and leaned forward, "Then can I go along too?"
"That's great!" Yuigahama Yui happily took both their arms, sandwiching herself between them.
"It's more lively when everyone is together in harmony. Kanjuro Mas... Mr. Ye Xiao and Seiga are my best friends!"
Yukinoshita Yukino felt this false warmth, a hint of a happy illusion rising in her heart—her favorite person and her best friend were both by her side, what a perfect picture.
At lunch, Reika Kitami held her lunch box and saw this scene from afar.
Since being with Kanjuro, she had made two lunch boxes every day, wanting to share with him, but recently Kanjuro seemed very busy.
However, she didn't give up making lunch boxes for Kanjuro because of this, even though he had rejected her many times.
When she excitedly wanted to share lunch with Kanjuro, she saw him walking towards the rooftop with Yukinoshita and Yuigahama—the private space that once belonged to her and Kanjuro.
When she pretended to pass by, she found that Kanjuro seemed to ignore her existence completely.
"Kanjuro-kun." Kitami waved with a forced smile.
Kanjuro turned his head expressionlessly, while the two girls beside him simultaneously showed looks of rejection.
Women's possessiveness made them unable to tolerate other females approaching the person they liked.
"Is something the matter, Kitami?" Kanjuro's tone was distant.
He knew he could regain control over a girl like Kitami at any time, but now was not the time.
A woman with no temporary utility value was not worth half a bit of his warmth; he would just pick her up when she was useful.
Kitami felt this deliberate coldness, her voice trembling slightly: "I... am I not your girlfriend? Kanjuro, have you forgotten? Everything you did to me, I love you so much."
"That's all in the past." Kanjuro brushed it off lightly.
"Exactly!" Yukinoshita Yukino raised her chin arrogantly, "Kitami, can't you see? Now Kanjuro is my boyfriend."
"That's right, Kanjuro belongs to Xiao Ya," Yuigahama quickly agreed.
Kitami felt a sharp pain in her chest. She fought back tears, her eyes slightly red, and bowed deeply: "I understand... Thank you very much for the beautiful memories you gave me."
As she turned and walked away, she quietly wiped the corner of her eye with the cuff of her Sailor Uniform.
"What a cheap woman, trying to seduce my husband, Kanjuro." Yukinoshita Yukino smugly hooked her arm around Kanjuro's.
Kanjuro glanced at her with a fake smile, then suddenly raised his hand and slapped her across the face.
"Husband Kanjuro..." Yukinoshita Yukino covered her cheek, which felt burning hot, and looked at him in disbelief. "Why are you doing this to me?"
Kanjuro signaled Yuigahama to leave temporarily.
When only the two of them remained on the rooftop, he dragged Yukinoshita Yukino into a corner, roughly pinned her against the wall, and unleashed a violent assault.
"I'm sorry... I shouldn't have asked..." Yukinoshita Yukino wept uncontrollably, letting out soft gasps. "Please don't abandon me..."
"You're a cheap slut yourself, what right do you have to judge others?" Kanjuro sneered, looking down at her. "You need to remember that you are nothing but a public restroom anyone can use. Why pretend to be virtuous?"
A public restroom? So he still cared about that humiliating past. Yukinoshita Yukino's heart twisted. Was the fact that she had been raped an indelible source of pain in Kanjuro's eyes?
Yukinoshita Yukino felt even more guilty.
Yet, deep down, she still couldn't let go of her attachment to Kanjuro.
Kanjuro secretly found it amusing. The pitiful woman was still completely in the dark.
How ridiculous.
When school ended, she gathered her courage again: "Kanjuro, can you walk me home?"
"I want to be alone today," Kanjuro refused without turning back.
"I understand..." She nodded obediently. "See you tomorrow."
However, after leaving the school gate, Yukinoshita Yukino quietly turned back and secretly followed Kanjuro. When she saw the intertwined figures beneath the cherry blossom tree, she couldn't help but cover her mouth—
Kanjuro and Yuigahama Yui were passionately kissing in the old spot where he had been intimate with her yesterday.
"Master Kanjuro," Yuigahama's voice was breathy, "I really want to do it here too... just like you did with Seiga yesterday..."
"I'll keep you company today," Kanjuro chuckled, pinching her chin. "Tell me, what are you?"
"I am... I am Master Kanjuro's public restroom..." Yuigahama's wanton reply drifted on the wind.
"I want you to bear my children."
"I want to bear more than Seiga..."
"Do you like this?" Kanjuro asked teasingly.
"Of course not... It's all Master's fault for being so seductive..." she retorted coquettishly, but pressed her body closer to him.
Yukinoshita Yukino retreated gloomily, the anger burning in her heart directed not at Kanjuro, but at Yuigahama for betraying their friendship.
But the moment she thought of Kanjuro's words, "public restroom," a wave of inferiority washed over her. She could only silently swallow the bitterness, hoping for Kanjuro's gentle treatment next time.
Kanjuro caught a glimpse of the figure quietly leaving out of the corner of his eye, and a satisfied smile curved his lips. Everything was under control—he always enjoyed this game of manipulating people's hearts.
After all, this was his method of revenge. And the real show was yet to come.