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Under Kawasaki's deeply resentful glare, Oikawa still managed to have a perfectly enjoyable afternoon.
"Oikawa-oniichan, see you next time."
"Next time we meet, Keika will bring you something tasty too!" Keika said it with utmost seriousness.
Oikawa nodded happily. "Yeah, see you next time, Keika-chan."
"Bye-bye."
As for Kawasaki… well, her attitude wasn't friendly at all.
But before leaving, she still said, "Oikawa, thanks."
"For what?"
"For helping with my studies… and the scholarship…"
"Oh! That." Oikawa suddenly understood, then broke into a grin. "So we're good now, right?"
"…Yeah."
Kawasaki gave a quiet response, then grabbed Keika and hurried off.
"Successfully repaired 100% of my relationships."
Oikawa figured he deserved a reward.
But what kind?
Maybe he should go home and add "new wives". His eyes lit up at the thought.
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The fourth Friday of July.
Oikawa received a transfer of 3 million yen.
The long-awaited grand prize money had finally arrived.
Before getting his hands on it, he'd been making all sorts of plans—buying this, trying that, experiencing everything new.
But now that the money was actually his, he found himself reluctant to spend it.
"You're such a miser," he muttered to himself.
Then he posted on his social feed, "Suddenly got 3 million yen. What should I do with it?"
"Stop dreaming," Kawasaki replied instantly.
Right after that came Yui Yuigahama: "Of course you should buy new cute clothes! And go to karaoke and sing your heart out. Hmm… wait, that probably wouldn't even use up 1 million, huh?"
What a total airhead.
Oikawa smiled as he read her reply.
Yui was the kind of girl with zero scheming in her—being around her just felt easy.
Oikawa found himself wavering a little.
Maybe having an airheaded girlfriend wouldn't be so bad?
No, no!
He shook his head, forcing those thoughts away. She was way too kind, definitely not an option.
Shizuka Hiratsuka then commented: "Nice score on the Japanese exam. I'll take you camping in a few days."
Oikawa didn't buy it for a second.
Since when did that woman do nice things for him? No way.
Definitely a trap.
After thinking it over, he replied: "Hmm, might not work. I'll probably be busy for a while. Next time, for sure!"
Shizuka didn't respond again.
Which only made Oikawa more uneasy. It felt like she was digging some kind of pit for him.
Utako Kasumi's reply soon appeared: "I'm so jealous, Oikawa-kun. Unlike me, with my measly 500,000 yen prize. Why don't you keep me as your mistress?"
"For someone your age, how is your mind so filthy? Can you focus on studying instead? (Send a pic.)"
Oikawa immediately went into lecture mode.
Seventeen and already talking about being kept—what kind of nonsense was that?
Where was her sense of morality? Her respect for life? Her shame? Where is the picture?
"(Image)"
"Oikawa-kun, are you satisfied with the photo I sent?"
Oikawa opened it and swallowed hard.
A strikingly full chest, a perfectly proportioned waist and hips, and long, slender legs—it completely captured his attention.
The face was hidden.
But with a body like that, even if her face wasn't great, it'd still be acceptable.
"…Holy shit."
The words slipped out before he could stop himself.
No way. Absolutely no way.
There was no way that shut-in girl had a body like this.
Stock photo. It had to be a stock photo.
"Trying to trick and ambush me with some random pic, huh? I don't believe it. Not unless you make a heart with your boobs."
Oikawa demanded verification.
Soon enough, another picture came.
"(Image)"
"Oikawa-kun, do you believe me now?"
He opened it again.
This time it was a heart gesture—not quite what he asked for, but still a heart—and she was wearing the same outfit as before.
Dressed in a JK uniform with black stockings, Utaha Kasumigaoka radiated breathtaking beauty.
"Still don't believe it. That's not a boob heart at all. If you can do that, then I'll fully believe you. Completely convinced!"
He pushed for further "verification."
"Oikawa-kun, that's too much."
"I'm still an innocent girl, you know. How could I possibly do something that indecent? Maybe when we meet in person, I might just let you do whatever you want~"
Damn it.
Oikawa felt like the high ground of his brain was about to be overrun. This woman was on a whole different level—he was barely holding on.
This body—you're telling him she's seventeen?
And those bold, shameless lines—coming from an "innocent girl"?
In his mind, Oikawa raised her threat level by another tier.
If they ever did meet, he'd have to be extra, extra careful.
Oikawa Tōru. You absolutely cannot become a slave to desire!!!
After struggling with himself for a long time, he finally opened his computer and went straight to his hidden file in his E drive.
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Thirty minutes later.
Oikawa looked at the photos again.
Completely underwhelming.
That's it?
No face—what's even the point?
Even if a woman were naked in front of him, he wouldn't feel a thing. Or rather, he couldn't—at least not until a fifteen-minute recharge.
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