"Do you think that just because you did such a shameless thing to me, I'll tell you? You don't deserve it!"
Takashiro Hiroko stubbornly turned her face away, her red hair tangled around Kanjuro's neck.
Kanjuro took the initiative, and his assault suddenly intensified.
This woman truly didn't appreciate kindness. She wouldn't listen to reason and insisted on being dealt with forcefully.
Takashiro Hiroko finally couldn't bear it anymore and begged on her knees: "I'll tell you, I'll tell you, okay?"
Her eyes were glazed over. The more Kanjuro insulted her, the more excited she became, completely overturning her image as the school's cold goddess.
"The President told me to investigate the Library."
"What did you find?" Kanjuro patted her cheek. Takashiro Hiroko was utterly conquered by Kanjuro's almost evil demeanor, and her previously latent contradictory special attribute was fully awakened.
"The school's Library is a hundred years old. We once found a copy of the dark bible in the basement." Takashiro Hiroko's face was flushed, and she sneaked glances at Kanjuro, wrapped around him, reluctant to separate.
"I asked you about the purpose of your trip to the Library," Kanjuro increased his intensity.
Takashiro Hiroko was sweating profusely and gasped for mercy: "Because the dark bible was missing the last page, the President told me to look for clues in the Library."
"Did you find it?"
"Yes, the last page read: Sacrifice to the darkness, let the fierce fire burn, with tentacles of blood, awaken the ancient god." Takashiro Hiroko completely submitted. "Husband Kanjuro, I was wrong, please let me go!"
"Who are you calling husband? We're not close."
"You are my husband! My husband Kanjuro!!"
Kanjuro tilted his head and patted her. "Do you really want me to let you go?"
"Don't let me go."
"Slut."
Kanjuro cursed inwardly. Women are indeed like this—high and mighty in front of others, but a completely different person in private.
It's said that men are easily ruled by desire, but aren't women the same?
Enjoying superior treatment yet always posing as a victim, feeling as if every man in the world owes them; it's a ridiculously hypocritical double standard.
An hour later, Kanjuro was leaning against Takashiro Hiroko's lap.
She gazed at him obsessively, unable to tell whether she couldn't bear to leave Kanjuro's body or the man himself.
"Husband, what are you thinking?" Takashiro Hiroko asked softly.
"Sacrifice to the darkness, let the fires burn..." Kanjuro murmured the incantation. "Sacrifice to darkness? It seems that to fully awaken the dark bible, a sacrifice to darkness is required."
"What does 'darkness' refer to?"
Takashiro Hiroko pondered, "From the perspective of God the Creator, He brought light to the world and spread the Four Gospels."
"And darkness?"
"Darkness?" Takashiro Hiroko shook her head.
Kanjuro looked thoughtful. "In the Bible, human evil stems from Adam and Eve eating the forbidden fruit, thus darkness was born in the depths of human hearts. Perhaps darkness originally stems from light." He suddenly thought of someone—Reika Kitami.
"Are you saying you want to make humans fall?" Takashiro Hiroko asked.
"It's about making specific people fall, and the root of that fall lies in..." Kanjuro didn't finish. He stood up slowly. "It's getting late; I should go. Take me to see your President tomorrow."
"But the President... will she accept you?" Takashiro Hiroko watched Kanjuro's back, thinking to herself: 'If Kanjuro is with the President, will I still receive his affection?'
Seeds of jealousy began to sprout.
Kanjuro walked through the cold night wind, enjoying the night view of Sacred Bible Academy.
Interesting.
I see.
Next, I just need to verify if Kitami is indeed the one chosen by the dark bible.
At that time, I'll use her to obtain the power of the dark bible. Although it's a bit unfair to her, it doesn't matter.
Women?
In the end, they are just tools that can be discarded at will.
In the face of absolute power and strength, any woman is merely a stepping stone on the path to becoming strong.
Pure love simply doesn't exist in this world.
If it did, why do women always admire the strong?
The essence of humanity is to admire strength.
If you aren't strong, true love is nothing but bullshit.
Kanjuro took a deep breath and decided to discard the last of his conscience.
But before that... the Yukinoshita and Yuigahama I met today are also good prey.
He smiled playfully.
The next day, inside the Student Council President's office.
A green-haired woman was looking down through documents, with Reika Kitami standing before her. This Student Council President was also a prominent figure in the school and the president of the Occult Research Society.
She glanced at Takashiro. "You seem like a different person? What did you do last night?"
"Nothing."
"Went to play with a man?" The President snorted.
"How could I..." Takashiro was startled.
"That aura is gone from you, Takashiro Hiroko. You are no longer a virgin." She shook her head with regret. "But it doesn't matter. Men are inherently tools that can be discarded at will. Without taking this step, how can one truly fall? Women must learn to toy with men; remember, from now on, you shall toy with all the men in the world..."
Takashiro remained silent, but her mind was filled with Kanjuro's figure.
"If there's nothing else, you may leave."
Takashiro didn't want to involve Kanjuro and was about to depart.
"Wait." The President's tone shifted. "I heard a man has been getting close to Kitami recently? Do you know him?"
"He..." Takashiro's eyes suddenly glazed over as her consciousness was instantly controlled.
The President chanted a Mind-Control Incantation from the dark bible. "Speak. What are you hiding? Tell me everything about Kanjuro!"
Under the state of mind control, Takashiro Hiroko revealed every detail of her meeting with Kanjuro yesterday.
The President's expression gradually changed as she listened, an look of disbelief flashing in her eyes.
After a moment, she suddenly let out an uncontrollable chuckle. "Haha... what an interesting man. Doesn't he want to see me? Kitami, bring him to see me tonight."
"I understand." The moment Takashiro Hiroko's consciousness returned, her gaze toward the President was filled with fear.
She hurried out of the office, her heart full of worry for Kanjuro's safety.
After Takashiro Hiroko left, the President leaned on the edge of the desk and slowly sat down.
Performing the incantation just now had consumed a great deal of her energy; she felt a wave of dizziness, and her breathing became rapid and irregular.
She rubbed her temples and whispered to herself, "The side effects of this dark bible... are becoming harder and harder to bear."
She stared out the window, her brow furrowed. "It seems I must prepare the sacrifice ceremony ahead of schedule. But..."
Her voice betrayed anxiety and confusion. "I still haven't found the most suitable sacrifice. With only that vague incantation on the last page, how exactly am I to lock onto the true target for the sacrifice?"