The nightmare returned.
"No… impossible…" His pupils shrank violently as he shot up from the bed, his voice trembling with disbelief. "How could there be mosquitoes here?!"
He went mad, tearing through the room—flipping blankets, dragging furniture aside, even ripping down the posters he cherished most to check the walls.
But there was nothing.
The corners were empty.
Only that unbearable sound lingered, clinging to him like a shadow.
"..."
"Buzz—buzz—buzz—"
And then, he realized something.
The sound had never come from outside.
It was… inside his head.
"AAAAAHHH—!"
He grabbed his hair violently, his nails digging into his scalp and leaving bloody scratches. "Get out! Get out of my head!"
Suddenly—
Everything went silent.
A deathly stillness filled the room.
Employee A collapsed to the floor, gasping. Sweat soaked through his shirt, sticking to his back.
His trembling hand reached for the bedside table, trying to grab water to calm himself.
"Buzz—buzz—buzz—"
The sound returned.
It wrapped around him again.
He felt like he was suffocating—like someone was gripping his throat, squeezing tighter and tighter.
It was just a mosquito.
Just a mosquito!
"AAAAAAAHHHHH—!"
His hysterical screams slipped through the door, faint but audible.
Outside—
Asakusa Toru's lips curled slightly.
That was enough for today.
He had no intention of wasting the entire day on this guy.
The dormitory's soundproofing was actually quite good. After all, it was government-funded—far from flimsy construction.
Otherwise, Kushida wouldn't dare sing so freely at night.
But no matter how good the insulation was, it was still just a dorm.
Toru's enhanced senses weren't limited to strength.
His hearing was sharper, and combined with his absolute pitch—even from the hallway, he could pinpoint the source if he focused.
That allowed him to project the "mosquito buzz" directly into the target's ears with precise direction.
Of course, there were flaws.
If the man moved while screaming, Toru had to recalibrate, temporarily interrupting the sound.
But it didn't matter.
The guy would never figure that out.
If he could, he wouldn't be some delusional stalker obsessed with a gravure idol.
Another couple of days, and his mind would break completely.
Thinking about it, maybe losing a limb would actually be kinder.
…No.
He should reflect a bit.
He might be going too far.
It was Ayanokoji's fault.
The White Gym's fault.
Violence had taken root. Order had loosened.
But… breaking a limb might not be so bad.
After all, Ryuen had no problem breaking his own classmate's leg.
If he couldn't even go that far, wasn't he being a bit too moral?
...
"Buzz—buzz—buzz—"
The sound echoed again.
But Employee A had gone numb.
He had no idea how many days it had been.
The buzzing never stopped.
He began to suspect he was cursed.
He had even tried going to a fortune teller—but then remembered those events weren't permanent. The school rotated activities like concerts and amusement parks.
Divination wasn't guaranteed.
He couldn't find anyone to lift the "curse."
He had tried everything online.
Nothing worked.
The buzzing came like clockwork during work hours.
The only relief came when he returned to his dorm and refreshed Shizuku's blog over and over.
But recently—
Shizuku hadn't updated at all.
Was she struggling with studies? It happened during midterms too… but exams had just ended, right?
Or… did she get a boyfriend?
No. No. Impossible.
How could that be allowed?
Shizuku… Shizuku… Shizuku is mine—
"Buzz—buzz—buzz—"
The sound rang again.
Even outside work hours… even at night…
The buzzing replayed itself in his mind.
Something was wrong with him.
Maybe… maybe it was because Shizuku hadn't responded to his feelings?
The thought surfaced naturally.
Yes—he needed to confess in person.
Letters were too weak.
He had to express his love directly!
Just as he made up his mind—
His phone rang.
"You've been reported. Pack up and prepare to resign."
His superior's calm voice came through.
His grip tightened instantly, fingers turning pale.
"The school has confirmed evidence of long-term stalking and harassment…"
"Buzz—buzz—buzz—"
The sound peaked, mixing with his hallucinations. Sweat slid down his twisted face.
Crack.
Something inside him broke.
Me? Reported?
Who would report me?
There was only one answer.
The one he worshipped.
The one covering his walls.
The one he believed was destined for him.
Shizuku.
She ignored him. Got a boyfriend. Betrayed her fans. Reported him.
He said nothing in defense.
It was over.
The evidence was already submitted.
Nothing could change it.
"..."
"Buzz—buzz—buzz—"
The sound continued, but his expression had already collapsed.
Standing at the counter, his eyes were hollow.
His life here was over anyway.
So—
Why not do something crazy?
He knew where Shizuku lived.
...
"Phew…"
Stepping out from the shadows, Toru watched the man stagger forward.
"Time to wrap this up."
This had already taken too much time.
Buzzing to break his mind.
Kushida filing the report at the perfect moment.
Pressuring the school.
And finally—
The conclusion.
At the brink of mental collapse, the man's instinctive choice would determine his fate.
If he chose violence—he would fall.
If he shrank back—he would be spared.
The choice was his.
"..."
Watching his direction, Toru silently sentenced him to death.
The man staggered toward the student dorms.
A small utility knife sat in his pocket.
Useless against a healthy adult male—
But enough to threaten a weak girl.
He had only used it for opening packages before.
Now, it felt like a weapon.
With it, even the buzzing seemed quieter.
"Betrayal… betrayal… betrayal…" he muttered.
"Punishment… punishment… punishment…"
He couldn't be allowed to go further.
Toru glanced at the cameras, considering how to create a "self-defense" scenario.
Honestly, he still wanted to hit him properly.
If he didn't do it now, he wouldn't get another chance.
Even with a knife, the man posed no threat to him.
After a brief hesitation, Toru touched the voice modulator at his collar.
Switch—
Sakura's voice.
"That clerk always disgusted me. Good thing he's finally leaving. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't know what to do."
"Mm… kiss… mmm—"
The sickeningly sweet voice entered his ears.
For a moment—he felt joy.
Then—rage.
That voice was not for him.
It was for another man.
Disgusting.
So she rejects her fans but spreads her legs for others?
His anger ignited.
He turned instinctively.
On the open road, he saw a man—one glance, and you'd know he attracted attention.
That face.
That kind of man women flocked to.
Disgusting.
He wanted to cut it.
No—
He would cut it now.
Gripping the knife, he approached.
Closer. Closer. Closer.
Close enough.
"—"
The blade flashed under the camera—
But before it could fall—
An elbow struck his abdomen first.
"Guh—!"
The impact spread through his body. His mind snapped back to clarity.
The knife dropped.
He collapsed to his knees, face twisted.
"Whoa—knife?!" Toru exclaimed.
His steps turned chaotic as he "accidentally" bumped into him—
And "accidentally" stepped on his… lower body.
"AHHH—!!!"
Even with no strength left, the pain forced out a scream like a slaughtered pig.
"Sorry, sorry."
Though he apologized, his foot pressed down harder—just out of the camera's view.
The screams grew worse.
"Are you okay?" Toru asked with mock concern. "You rushed at me with a knife, so I reacted."
"Want me to take you to the hospital?"
But the man heard nothing.
He had already fainted.
"Guess I should report this."
Toru shrugged, pulling out his phone.
Not perfect.
Not satisfying enough.
Should've beaten him with a sack first.
This way was cleaner—legally justified—but still limiting.
Getting personally involved felt beneath him.
…Maybe he should find someone to control remotely.
He still had that obedience collar unused.
...
After several days of refining his "sound projection" and dealing with the stalker—
Even if the ending wasn't perfect, Toru felt he gained something.
The cameras recorded everything clearly.
Even though he caused extra damage, the school didn't pursue it too strictly.
After all—
There was a knife.
There was evidence.
Kushida handled the compensation.
As a Class D student, she was the most suitable to represent Sakura.
She was "just a normal student"—
But one with connections to nearly everyone.
In some ways, that was more troublesome than power.
The school couldn't suppress her easily—not for something like this.
Not while Sakayanagi Arisu's father was chairman.
He had already bent the rules enough.
The final result—
Two million private points.
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