Ueseugi lay sprawled on his bed, feeling utterly dejected.
According to Class B’s usual schedule, today’s afternoon should have been dedicated to a group study session.
Yet just moments ago, he had been kicked out of the study session—again—by Ichinose Honami.
She had reassured him, telling him to leave everything to her.
Ichinose told me to play video games? Am I dreaming?
Pulling the blanket over his head, Ueseugi attempted to sort through the situation.
First, Ichinose had completely excluded him from handling any part of the special exam.
Second, she had lied to the class, telling them he had participated in the planning.
Third, she had personally sent him back to his dorm while handling everything on her own.
Which meant…
“Treason! This is outright treason!”
A mournful wail echoed from Ueseugi’s room.
He began rolling around on his bed in frustration.
Thud!
He tumbled off the bed and hit the floor.
A moment of silence filled the room.
Then—
“Kanzaki! Shibata! Come save your emperor! I’m being imprisoned!”
His miserable cries resumed.
On the floor, he continued rolling in random, chaotic directions, clutching his head in despair.
“…”
Mid-roll, a thought struck him.
Kanzaki and Shibata… aren’t they still leading the boys’ study group?
They probably don’t even realize I’ve been exiled by Ichinose!
Tch! The great Uesugi faction, and not a single one of them noticed their leader’s absence?
Wait…
A horrifying possibility crossed his mind.
Am I the unnecessary one here? No way. Impossible. Absolutely not!
No! More importantly—
What am I going to do about food?!
All the former Class B students were in study sessions. Even if he wanted to drag someone out for a free meal, there was no one to grab.
As for using his own points…
Ueseugi sneered.
Once money enters my pocket, it never leaves. Not a chance.
But above all—
I’m so bored.
He rolled around in his blanket again.
No choice!
Throwing off the blanket, Ueseugi sprang up with a perfectly executed kip-up, grabbed his phone, and headed out.
I spent years at this school, invested tons of points, and built connections with so many girls—all for moments like this!
Miss Accomplice? No hope. She was probably out shopping with her friends.
The Phantom Thief? No good. She was likely with Sakayanagi, and her usual lackeys were probably trailing her. Bad timing.
Shiina? Also no good. She was most likely holed up in her room, quietly reading. Interrupting her relaxation time wouldn’t be ideal.
Which meant—
Ueseugi’s eyes gleamed.
His lips curled into a grin.
Horikita Suzune, it is.
A fellow weekend shut-in, someone who preferred eating in her own dorm. The perfect target for a free meal.
…
Standing before Horikita Suzune’s door, he nodded in satisfaction.
Then—he went all in.
Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong!
A series of aggressive doorbell presses.
Before long, the sound of firm footsteps approached.
The door cracked open, revealing Horikita Suzune’s sharp and elegant face.
“What do you want?”
Straight to the point. No nonsense.
Ueseugi spoke smoothly:
“Do I need a reason to visit you? One could call this fate—a destined encounter, yet also an inevitable one. It could be considered premeditated, or perhaps merely a passing whim—”
“Speak normally.”
Horikita’s tone grew colder.
“I have no one to cook for me, I’m hungry. Please take me in.”
Horikita sighed, stepping aside.
“Consider this repayment for your help last time. Don’t expect it to happen again.”
“Next time, for sure!”
With a slick movement, Ueseugi slid through the door before she could change her mind.
…
Inside Horikita Suzune’s room.
The two went about their own activities.
Ueseugi lay sprawled across her bed, playing on his phone.
Meanwhile, Horikita Suzune, wearing an apron, stood by the stove, cooking.
An oddly harmonious yet bizarre scene.
Putting his phone down, Ueseugi stared at the ceiling before tilting his head slightly.
The first thing he saw was a pair of long, slender legs wrapped in black thigh-high stockings.
The way the fabric stretched over her skin, outlining her elegant curves—truly a sight to behold.
His gaze traveled up—where black and white met, the stockings biting slightly into her thighs.
Under the light, the contrast was mesmerizing, the soft pale skin beyond the hem of her pleated skirt almost glowing…
Damn… so smooth…
I need a closer look.
Ueseugi activated full stealth mode.
Rolling off the bed like liquid, he slithered toward Horikita, his movements silent and snake-like.
So white! So smooth! Almost there… just a little closer…
Then—
Horikita Suzune, stirring the pot, suddenly looked down.
Her eyes met those of the pervert lying flat on the floor, peering up her skirt.
“…”
For a moment, the world froze.
Ueseugi’s eyes widened.
He kicked off the ground with full force—
“NOW! A FINAL PUSH TO THE NEXT LEVEL!”
His final, desperate movement granted him a full, unfiltered view.
At that moment, he sighed in contentment.
“I can die happy now.”
“Oh? Is that so?”
A chilling voice cut through the air.
Horikita Suzune’s cold, piercing gaze locked onto him.
Her expression held the frozen fury of a winter storm, the kind that cut into your bones like a blade.
Ueseugi immediately played dead.
Because—
her ears, neck, and cheeks were tinged with a faint red.
Horikita silently put down the spatula, picked up a wooden rice paddle, and—
The whoosh of wind cutting through the air.
“DIE, YOU PERVERTED BEAST!”
SMACK!
A crisp, merciless impact echoed through the room.
…
…
…
Later, at the small dining table.
The two sat across from each other.
The meal was simple—miso soup, grilled mackerel, steamed egg, cold tofu.
A meal that perfectly matched the cold and composed nature of its chef.
“Ah, Horikita-san, why are you eating such plain food? This won’t do—you need to eat more! You’re too skinny!”
Despite the giant red mark left on his face by the rice paddle, Ueseugi cheerfully spoke as if the entire room wasn’t radiating frigid, murderous intent.
Horikita Suzune, cheeks still slightly flushed yet maintaining a stiff composure, ignored him.
She simply poked at her rice absentmindedly.
Occasionally, she jabbed her chopsticks into the bowl a little too forcefully.
As if she were trying to stab a certain someone to death instead.
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