Amane-san might have also noticed Chabashira's pained expression, and couldn't help but scratch her cheek awkwardly. She didn't know how to explain that feeling well, but she was indeed telling the truth.
Although she often complained and grumbled about Aya in everyday life, this kind of forced calmness would, in certain special circumstances, provide a protective effect, like this time.
If Amane-san hadn't suddenly sobered up, she wouldn't have been able to detect that Chabashira was deliberately inducing her to agree.
Chabashira was playing a game of mutual destruction. If something happened between a homeroom teacher and a student, especially a same-sex student, and it was exposed, it would definitely be a huge social scandal.
But if the other party was Amane-san... undoubtedly, it would cause the Miyako Family to lose face. Whatever happened in private was fine, but if it was brought into the public eye, Amane-san's actions would definitely become the focus of public criticism, because her status was there. She was born with certain shackles; in others' eyes, she had to be the refined young lady they expected her to be.
Such things were strictly forbidden in prominent families on the surface.
So even Amane-san dared not gamble. Amane-san herself didn't value her reputation much, but she didn't want to tarnish the face of the old man, who was likely in his final political career, because of this.
Therefore, Chabashira's seemingly reckless act of mutual destruction became a decisive blow, striking at the snake's vital point.
"I know this might sound incredible to you, Chabashira-sensei, but that's how it is. What are you going to do next?"
Amane-san wanted to wait for Horikita here. To put it bluntly, Chabashira's presence was a bit of a hindrance. When Horikita returned and saw Amane-san staring at Chabashira's… thing, Horikita's small jealousy would surely spill over, and then Amane-san would have to coax Horikita.
Then she would lose all say in the Sakura matter. It would be too embarrassing if she, who had the upper hand, was outmaneuvered by Horikita in the end. So it was better for Chabashira to leave quickly. Amane-san also wasn't in the mood to pursue Chabashira's little tricks.
Amane-san's thoughts were fine, but when Chabashira heard them, they took on a different meaning.
What to do next? Does that mean there's more to come?
Chabashira felt a bit guilty. She didn't know how Amane-san would manipulate her next, but it was clear she wouldn't let Chabashira get away unscathed. This was an experience Chabashira had gained from observing Amane-san for so long.
After much deliberation, Chabashira's eyes lit up. Her next action might lead to Amane-san taking great advantage, but if it succeeded... she still had a chance to turn the tables on Amane-san.
Amane-san was waiting for Chabashira to leave gracefully, but she didn't expect two bright mounds to be shoved directly into her face again.
"Hey, hey, hey! Chabashira-sensei, this is too much. I know you're... large, but you can't insult people like this..."
Amane-san's words stopped abruptly as she saw Chabashira pointing at her milky-white'snow-buns' with her finger.
"Do as you please, and then we'll call it even."
Such a good deal?
Amane-san couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. She never expected Chabashira-sensei to be so sensible.
Chabashira's phone was still on the ground, the voice recorder was also broken, and she had just searched the suit thoroughly, finding no place to store recording devices. However, Chabashira's body hadn't been checked yet. No matter how she thought about it, Chabashira couldn't possibly have triple protection, could she?
"You said it."
Amane-san's hand slowly reached out, but just as it was about to touch, she pulled it back.
"Phew—that was close. Chabashira-sensei, you should leave quickly. If you keep playing tricks with me like this, I really won't be able to control myself."
Amane-san patted her chest with lingering fear. Women nowadays were one more insidious than the last. Just now, she remembered Kushida's past actions, trying to frame others by leaving fingerprints on their clothes.
Although extracting fingerprints from skin was very difficult, it wasn't impossible, especially fingerprints on *that* part.
For anyone interested in *that thing*, Amane-san didn't believe they would gently caress it instead of brutally ravaging it.
As long as enough force was applied, it would be impossible not to leave some fingerprints.
She hadn't expected Chabashira to be willing to sacrifice herself to such an extent just to play a game of mutual destruction with her.
Seeing her scheme exposed, Chabashira's face flushed slightly. After all, she knew that such behavior of hers could easily be associated with impropriety, but she still felt it was the most effective method.
Unwilling to give up, she decided to try one more time.
"This is your last chance."
Chabashira deliberately swayed her body, and the up-and-down movement of those objects made Amane-san's mind wander.
"Chabashira-sensei, if you don't leave now, I'll have to let you experience what it's like to be fished out of the water."
Amane-san's heart hardened. She gritted her teeth, showing a fierce expression and glaring at Chabashira.
If she couldn't control her desire, the fastest way to eliminate fingerprints would be to throw Chabashira into the sea. That way, even if she was fished out, it would be impossible to retain fingerprints.
In the current environment, Amane-san judged that she could only escape Chabashira's temptation by becoming fierce.
Sure enough, Chabashira was startled by Amane-san's fierce expression.
Chabashira instinctively looked back at the calm sea. If Amane-san threw her down... if anything went wrong, her life would be in danger.
Recalling some incidents she had heard about, she immediately felt like retreating.
"I was just joking. It's getting late, and since there's nothing else, I'll head back first."
"Wait."
Amane-san's commanding voice came from behind, making Chabashira tremble.
Was Amane-san really going to... "Leave the cigarettes for me."
"According to regulations, students are not allowed to..."
"So annoying!"
Amane's roar interrupted Chabashira's words. Chabashira frantically pulled a cigarette and lighter from her suit pocket, placed them on the deck, and then, startled, quickly fled.
Only after the sound of high heels gradually faded into the distance, even hearing a sound like a twisted ankle, did Amane let out a long sigh of relief.
Picking up the lady's cigarette from the deck, Amane skillfully lit one for herself.
"Seriously, I almost got manipulated by Chabashira. Thankfully, my will is strong. It seems I need to be careful of honey traps from now on."
As someone specifically groomed by a certain scoundrel to be a high-society socialite, Amane had experience with both cigarettes and alcohol, and was skilled in their use. It was impossible to extract information without getting people drunk, and not associating with others, no matter how tempting the beauty, held no value for her.
This was just a small part of the 'education' Amane received before the old man rescued her from the hellish cocoon created by that scoundrel.
Therefore, it was quite difficult for her to view the world through the eyes of a normal person. The darkness she had witnessed was far greater than Chabashira could imagine.
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