"Please, sit down wherever you like," Yukino Fuyumi said.
Hayato followed her instruction and sat down... Yukino Fuyumi's house layout was the same as Hayato's: one bedroom right after the entrance.
The bedroom could serve as a living room and dining room, with a small kitchen area off to the side, right next to the bathroom.
However, a girl's home is ultimately somewhat different from a boy's.
For instance, Hayato's home previously only had a television, and to watch it, he had to kneel on the tatami mat.
But Yukino Fuyumi's home had a delicate small sofa, and Hayato was now sitting on it.
The advantage: there was a sofa.
The disadvantage: there was only one sofa.
Yukino Fuyumi probably felt it wasn't appropriate to sit directly on the bed, so she sat beside Hayato.
The sofa wasn't large, but it could accommodate two people with about fifty centimeters of space between them.
It was just that not facing each other during conversation always felt a bit awkward.
Hayato twitched his nose, still able to smell that strangely damp odor in the air, a mix of sweat and something else...
He looked at Yukino Fuyumi.
She was looking down, her eyes tinged with a certain rosy hue.
The flush on her face became even more pronounced under Hayato's gaze.
Yukino Fuyumi's hand first rested on her thigh, which was covered in black stockings, but upon touching it, she seemed uncomfortable and lifted her hand again, her ten slender fingers intertwining, constantly twisting and twisting...
Even her knuckles were tinged with a faint pink.
Hayato wanted to ask what she had been doing just now, but after some thought, he decided to get straight to the point first.
"Mrs. Yukino..."
"Mm," Yukino Fuyumi murmured, her voice like a mosquito's, "What do you need me for...?"
Hayato, sitting beside her, felt a slight chill.
It seemed Snow Woman was activating her cooling ability again.
She finally looked at Hayato, her rosy eyes filled with a certain expectation, as if she regarded the young man before her as some kind of delicious food.
Young man... boy... little brother?
After swallowing, she traced her tender lips with her fingertips, then swallowed two or three more times.
"I wanted to ask about that day... you know, the day my house was trashed..." Hayato first brought up the 'time,' which was a crucial element among the three essential factors of the incident.
Password incorrect.
Perhaps having received an unwanted answer, Yukino Fuyumi awkwardly rubbed her thigh, her attitude turning slightly colder: "Why are you asking about that?"
"The one who trashed my house, where did you bury him?" Hayato asked.
...Eh?
Stunned by a shock, Yukino Fuyumi froze, then the redness in her face rapidly receded, and her rosy eyes cast an incredulous gaze: "You, what are you talking about?"
She had originally thought that after enduring so many days, she had finally found a peach blossom branch, but she never expected it to be a death warrant...?
In fact, Yukino Fuyumi naturally didn't know the boy's purpose for this visit, yet she still welcomed him into her home without a word...
The reason was that she had been doing something that made her happy earlier, but halfway through, she heard someone knocking at the door.
She originally didn't want to bother, but then she seemed to hear the boy's knocking.
After a brief thought, fearing something might happen, she hurriedly put on her pants and went out.
Then, when Yukino Fuyumi saw the boy again, Snow Woman's special constitution, combined with being interrupted halfway through her pleasure, caused her to instantly become overwhelmed.
Her head was spinning, and she didn't care about anything.
If it weren't for the annoying Takahashi Administrator nearby, she probably wouldn't even have spoken and would have directly pounced like a hungry tiger... Thankfully, she held back.
As for Takahashi...
Previously, Yukino Fuyumi had thought he was a kind person, but upon learning he was after her, and after she rejected him, he shamelessly clung to her and even made the unreasonable and rude request, 'I want to sleep with you,' implying she should sell her body to cover her rent, she became completely indifferent to him.
If she weren't afraid of causing trouble, she would have even wanted to teach Takahashi a lesson...
When Yukino Fuyumi asked Hayato to enter the room, she truly didn't think much about it; her mind was full of thoughts like, 'Let him in, let him in, let him in... maybe this night won't be lonely, won't be lonely... won't be lonely.'
What she didn't expect was that Hayato's single sentence sobered her up, and her desire gradually faded.
Yukino Fuyumi was drenched in cold sweat.
Did asking directly where he was buried mean he had already confirmed that Mr. Hayashi was killed by him?
"I checked the surveillance footage," Hayato said calmly.
"Only Mr. Hayashi's entry was captured; he was not seen leaving, and Takahashi Administrator was at the door the whole time.
He was even puzzled why he hadn't seen him, which means Mr. Hayashi never left through that spot... and that's the only exit.
Plus, when I returned to the apartment, I only saw a scene of destruction... and your figure, and Mr. Hayashi's accomplices said they hadn't seen him for days.
So, the answer is already obvious, isn't it?"
A door slammed shut.
Then it opened again.
"There is only one truth: you killed Mr. Hayashi," Hayato said, pointing his finger in a deductive manner.
"...I, I don't understand what you're saying," Yukino Fuyumi said.
"I also took care of Mr. Hayashi's accomplices."
Hayato said, staring into Yukino Fuyumi's clear blue eyes, and as if to confirm the truth of his words, he vividly drew a finger across his own neck.
Yukino Fuyumi paused, and by the time she understood the intention behind Hayato's words, he had already smiled gently and explained to her:
"I did the same thing as you; I'm not here to threaten you."
Although he didn't know the purpose of Yukino Fuyumi's actions, it certainly saved him a lot of trouble.
Besides, the death of a small snake cub was, for Hayato, a good thing in itself.
The young man's dark eyes held a warm, watery reflection, as if possessing a magical power.
Yukino Fuyumi watched for a long time, then finally moved her throat and spoke:
"...I just... happened to find him trashing your house.
I told him to stop, but he wouldn't listen; instead, he gave me a disgusting smile, and I couldn't hold back... so..."
After that, he inexplicably died by her hand.
Snow Woman is a 'demi-human.' A 'demi-human' typically possesses abilities that 'ordinary people' do not, but also has flaws that 'ordinary people' do not.
Yukino Fuyumi is a type whose abilities and flaws are quite clear.
At this point, Yukino Fuyumi bit her tongue, no longer narrating.
Because she understood that if words like 'couldn't hold back' and 'inexplicably' were blurted out, she would have no way to explain herself.
Hayato, however, smiled; he had guessed Yukino Fuyumi's concerns.
"Hmm, well, thank you, Snow Woman Miss."
Saying that, he stood up and clapped his hands: "Since you helped me, then our 480,000 yen is settled..."
480,000 yen for the life of a sword tomb was indeed a bit expensive, but after all, it wasn't his own money.
These were all gifts from the black guys, so Hayato used them without any pressure or burden.
Yukino Fuyumi blinked, finally realizing that Hayato had said'Snow Woman' and not 'Yukino'... Without her revealing anything, he had said that, which meant he...
"You're not human either!?" Yukino Fuyumi said.
Hayato:...?
Why are you cursing people?
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