Seeing Fuka starting to get excited,
Amane's face showed an expression of disgust.
"Do you have some strange fetish? You don't even like it when I talk to you nicely."
Amane pouted.
It seemed her understanding of Fuka was still too shallow.
"I prefer your serious demeanor. When you suddenly become overly enthusiastic, I'm actually a bit unaccustomed."
While Fuka joked with Amane, her body adopted an attacking stance.
What was she going to do?
Could it be... "Fuka, what are you doing? Let me tell you first, the black tea in my hand is all new, and it took me a long time to queue for it. If you break it, you'll have to compensate me, you know."
Amane said, hugging her drinks tightly.
She was afraid Fuka would suddenly go crazy.
And attack the gift she had spent over half an hour queuing for.
"It's just a cup of black tea. I'm not short on a little personal points. This is a rare opportunity, and we haven't sparred in a long time, have we? My hands are itching."
Fuka, full of fighting spirit, continuously approached Amane.
"Don't come any closer! If you keep this up, I'm going to call for help!"
School regulations strictly prohibited violent conflicts.
Once caught, one would face expulsion.
The premise of this rule was that if you were caught, you would be expelled.
However... you also had to be able to catch them.
At crucial moments, either the surveillance cameras were broken, or the person who was beaten half to death insisted they fell themselves.
So, one couldn't trust surveillance too much.
"At this time, everyone should be in their dorms. Even if you scream your lungs out, no one will come to save you. Come on, let's have a good fight, shall we?"
Though Fuka spoke with great passion,
and was pressing closer with each step,
if one observed carefully,
they would notice that Fuka was actually quite cautious.
After all, she had never won a single match against Amane so far.
It was rare to encounter an Amane who seemed less intelligent.
Today might be her victory, going from 0 to 1!
"I don't want to fight... Fuka, can't we just talk things out? Why do we have to resort to violence?"
Amane took another step back.
But with that one step,
her back felt cold.
She seemed to have hit a wall.
Fuka's eyes lit up.
She immediately raised her hand and threw a punch at Amane.
Amane had no intention of fighting and could only squat down, hugging her head.
Thud.
Completely unprepared for Amane to hug her head and squat down,
Fuka's punch landed on the wall.
She immediately grimaced in pain, her beautiful features twisting.
"Uh... Fuka, are you okay?"
Amane saw Fuka's expression, clutching her hand and closing her eyes, and couldn't help but ask.
"Hmph, life is full of surprises. A small injury is nothing."
Was it really a small injury?
Amane looked suspiciously at Kiryuin's still trembling arm.
"Next, I'm going to get serious."
Fuka finished speaking and immediately aimed a kick at Amane.
Amane was just about to do another head-hugging squat.
But she didn't expect Fuka to specifically guard against that move this time.
So she deliberately kicked Amane's hand.
The intense pain made Amane involuntarily loosen her grip.
The ice cream iced tea and mousse cake in her hand immediately flew out of Amane's grasp.
Amane looked with some heartache at the ice cream iced tea spilled all over the ground, and the white chocolate mousse cake that had already made intimate contact with the pavement.
"Now you'll fight me, won't you, Miyako Amane?"
Fuka originally thought that by destroying the things Amane had painstakingly bought, Amane would be unable to resist attacking her.
They could then have a proper fight.
Plus, with Amane looking less intelligent now,
the advantage was hers!!!
"I told you, I don't want to fight. What you just kicked away was mine. What's in my hand is Suzune's. From now on, I will protect it well..."
Amane hadn't even finished speaking.
Fuka immediately dropped her stance, took two steps forward, snatched the black tea and cake from Amane's hand, and then slammed them heavily onto the ground.
"I don't care whose is whose. Since it's already been destroyed by me, is it okay now?"
Fuka looked at Amane provocatively.
Amane, meanwhile, looked sadly at the white chocolate mousse cake, one corner of which had been flattened from the fall.
It looked so delicious.
One piece cost over two thousand personal points.
Just as she was still mourning the cake she hadn't gotten to eat,
a black leather shoe stomped on the cake.
Then, the black, hissing thigh... I mean, the shoe moved, crushing the cake to smithereens.
"Are you so cowardly now that you won't even resist when I provoke you like this? You haven't grown at all this past year, Amane."
The moment Fuka finished speaking,
her entire body was thrown backward as if hit by a cannonball.
The immense impact prevented Fuka from even realizing what had happened.
She just felt waves of intense pain in her abdomen and back.
Then she rolled an unknown number of times on the ground before finally stopping.
Just as Fuka was about to get up and defend against Amane's attack,
something black appeared in her eyes.
Amane stepped on Fuka's head.
"You, why do you always have to get beaten up before you feel better? Is defeating me really that important to you?"
Amane bent down.
She reached into Fuka's clothes and started to grope around.
"You, what are you doing, cough cough... Even if you win against me, you can't humiliate me like this!"
Seeing Amane reach into her clothes and start fumbling around, Fuka immediately became anxious.
Fighting is one thing, but she was still an innocent girl.
How could she face anyone after Amane did this to her?
"I said... are you listening to me? Hmm~..."
Amane stopped what she was doing and looked at Fuka.
She swore she was just normally looking for something.
Fuka, on the other hand... her face turned completely red.
"Was that cute sound just now made by you?"
"Huh? What are you kidding about? Even a dog wouldn't feel anything from such a crude method, hmm~..."
...Amane and Fuka looked at each other.
"Forget it, you'd better take it out yourself."
Amane withdrew her hand.
She was afraid that if she kept touching, something big would happen.
"T-take it out?"
Fuka's face was full of shock.
"Don't worry, I won't look."
Amane's words made Fuka dizzy.
Is this a matter of whether you look or not?
How could she possibly take that out!!!
Fuka's abdomen started to hurt again.
Amane's blow just now had almost rendered Fuka useless.
"Can we change the condition? If not, I'll buy you ten cups of black tea as an apology, but taking it out... is a bit too much..."
Fuka found it hard to say.
Perhaps only Amane could come up with such a tormenting method.
"Ten cups? Then it's settled. Really, I asked you to take out some points, and you're so hesitant, but you're willing to compensate with ten cups. All sorts of strange things happen these days."
Amane took her foot off Fuka's face.
That's right.
All the previous conversations were conducted with Amane's foot on Fuka's face.
"Wait, what were you saying just now? Were you looking for my phone to transfer points to you?"
Getting beaten up really does make a difference.
Even her voice was gentle.
"Yes, what did you think? If you hadn't made that strange sound, I would have almost found it."
As soon as Amane finished speaking, she saw Fuka sitting on the ground, looking at Amane with a face devoid of all hope.
"idiot! Which idiot would hide their phone in their cleavage!!! You were clearly taking advantage of me!!!"
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