Haruko was very cute, there was no doubt about that.
Even with a mask on, you couldn't see her face.
Just her petite figure, soft voice, smooth tea-colored long hair, and the fair, tender arms revealed when she wore short sleeves were enough to highlight her cuteness.
But when someone deliberately tries to look ugly, the contrast is obvious.
Just like during this time, after fully enjoying Haruko's cute smiling face.
Seeing Haruko with a face full of foundation, smeared into an unrecognizable state, she felt a surge of anger in her heart.
She inexplicably felt like Haruko's innocence had been defiled.
Seeing Ichiko's sullen face and silence, Haruko turned sideways, revealing a worried and timid expression, "Um, Ichiko... why aren't you saying anything?"
Misao and that roommate also looked at Ichiko, a smug smile playing on their lips.
They said mockingly, "Isn't this Ichiko? Why did you follow us? My Haruko doesn't want you anymore, why are you still pushing yourself onto her?"
Ichiko slowly raised her head, her gaze cold, "Your Haruko?"
Misao sneered, "Haruko used to tell me you were her good older sister. But in the past few months since school started, you've been going after those scummy men like Sento and abandoned Haruko. I said she's mine, what's wrong with that?"
The roommate added at the same time, "If you can't give Haruko what she wants, then stop bothering her, OK?"
Seeing that both sides were about to argue, Haruko, looking both innocent and flustered, extended her small hands, glancing between the two as if she didn't know what to do.
She said anxiously, "Let's... let's talk properly, okay? Don't fight yet?"
Her voice seemed even softer than usual.
Ichiko stepped in, her face still gloomy, but she didn't walk directly to Haruko's side. Instead, she stopped about three meters in front of her.
Perhaps it was anger, but her words to Haruko lacked their usual gentleness, instead carrying an undeniable forcefulness, "Haruko, come here."
Misao released her hand from Haruko's shoulder, raising an eyebrow confidently, "Haruko, we're best friends, best sisters, and closest confidantes, aren't we? I won't let Ichiko bully you. Come hide behind me."
This was a struggle for Haruko.
Did she need to hesitate?
Of course she did. If she went to Ichiko without the slightest hesitation, getting her so easily, how would she cherish her?
The current Haruko wasn't a yandere.
Thus, Haruko's Intermediate Acting continued to soar.
She stood up from the chair, her face half-covered in ugly makeup.
First, she took two steps towards Ichiko.
Then she turned back to look at Misao.
Her and the roommate's smiles stiffened slightly, clearly not expecting Haruko to actually walk towards Ichiko.
But when Haruko turned back, their stiff smiles quickly turned gentle again.
Haruko turned back towards Ichiko.
But after two more steps, she turned back again.
In her eyes, there was a hint of reluctance, which Ichiko clearly saw.
Without even waiting for Haruko to say anything, Ichiko reached out, grabbed her forearm, and gently pulled.
She pulled Haruko into her embrace.
A faint, sweet scent of a young girl wafted into her nostrils.
Ichiko shifted her body, actively shielding Haruko behind her.
But her furrowed brow showed that she was not satisfied with Haruko's reaction.
Meanwhile, Haruko, already hiding behind her, wore a faint smile.
That's right, Ichiko, be a little more possessive of me~
She recovered the plot threads the original owner messed up in the past two months, dealt with Misao and her friends along the way, and at the same time put a little pressure on Ichiko, subtly cultivating her possessiveness.
It was like the First Emperor touching an electric switch - absolutely crushing it.
Seeing this scene, Misao and the other person's faces turned cold.
Pointing at Haruko, they cursed angrily, "Haruko, we were so good to you, always treated you like a sister, helped you with all sorts of things, and even bought you cosmetics! You ungrateful traitor, you're still thinking about Ichiko!"
Ichiko chuckled, "You were just jealous of Haruko's cuteness, weren't you? You took advantage of her innocence and you dare to say such things so boldly!"
"Cosmetics?" Ichiko walked to the table, picked up a small bottle, "How much is this stuff worth? And Haruko is so cute, she doesn't even need to apply..."
Before she could say "makeup", Ichiko paused.
She stared at the name of the toner and the words on the ingredient list.
Her anger flared, "This was in the news before, it causes allergic reactions and skin ulcers. It's a harmful product and has been completely banned. You bought this for Haruko to use?"
Ichiko reached out and grabbed Misao by the collar, lifting her up with one hand, "What else did you do to Haruko!"
Misao's face turned red from being pulled. With a forceful struggle, her cheap clothes ripped with a "sizzle" sound. She fell to the ground but had also broken free from Ichiko's grip.
She got up, enraged and humiliated, "Damn Ichiko, let's go! I'll scratch your face off!"
She angrily raised her nails and lunged forward.
But how could Ichiko be an ordinary girl?
Grabbing hair and scratching faces?
Who's going to play that game with you?
Thinking that Haruko's face might have been harmed because of her, Ichiko couldn't control her anger.
One hand shot out suddenly, grabbing Misao's swinging hand with incredible precision.
Her thumb and index finger slid into the gaps between Misao's fingers, and she twisted forcefully.
A bone-cracking sound of "crack" was heard.
Misao's face contorted, and she screamed like a pig being slaughtered, "Ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh!"
"Does that hurt?"
Ichiko looked at her mockingly, "Then when you put that cosmetic on Haruko, did you think about whether her face would be ruined because of it?"
The roommate beside her said tremblingly, "Su... Ichiko, this is school. If you commit school violence like this, you'll be disciplined by the school!"
"You're still talking?"
Ichiko took a step forward and kicked her against the wall.
And said with a cold laugh, "Aren't you the ones committing school violence? Inari donated a building to the school at the start of the semester. Do you think he'll help me?"
"Or do you want everyone in the dorm to gossip?"
As she spoke, she twisted another one of her fingers.
Accompanied by her screams, Ichiko's leg shot out with a knee strike to her abdomen, and then she threw her aside.
Leaving her curled up on the ground, screaming in pain and distortion.
"I'll settle the score with you later!"
Ichiko turned around, pulling Haruko towards the exit, "Haruko, come with me. I have makeup remover in my dorm. Let's take off the makeup on your face first."
Haruko spoke timidly and hesitantly, "But..."
"No 'buts'!"
Ichiko extended her index finger and pressed it against Haruko's lips.
Holding her hand, she walked outside, "Hurry and come with me. If you don't listen, I won't want you anymore."
Walking forward, she didn't notice that Haruko, following behind her, raised a mischievous smile, one that showed everything was under control.
The first step of the Ichiko nurturing plan is probably complete.
Once a person has possessiveness, it's very hard to turn back~
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