Miss Kaguya Wants My Surrender

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"It's not magic."

Hayasaka Ai confirmed it again and again, unable to find the slightest flaw.

So why would a phone float in mid-air?

Magic?

Superpower user?

Or an alien?

In any case, one thing was certain: the two people in front of her were definitely not ordinary people.

Then what about Lady Kaguya?

Hayasaka Ai quickly thought of 2.

Did Lady Kaguya know about their abnormality?

She should know.

And that pink-haired idiot, Fujiwara, obviously knew too.

Hayasaka Ai quickly found the thread.

They had no interaction at school before; then, some time ago, they suddenly renovated the abandoned classroom into a club room, and they often met in the club room in the mornings. This was the truth.

Hayasaka Ai held her breath, narrowed her eyes, and information that ordinary high school girls wouldn't know surfaced in her mind.

"Campus Beep—Series"?

"Time Stop"?

"Hypnosis App"?

Once ordinary people gain supernatural powers, they might not be able to control their inner desires, thus sliding into the abyss, especially male high school students.

Lady Kaguya, that idiot Fujiwara, and Kitagawa, regardless of their personalities, were all quite beautiful and admirable girls.

It wouldn't be surprising if Amamiya Natsuki, that boy, couldn't control his inner desires and made a move on them.

So now…

"The wind is strong; let's pull out."

Hayasaka Ai silently raised her guard, already prepared to retreat.

A wise person does not stand under a tottering wall.

As a Spy Maid, when discovering that the target's known information is incorrect, the correct course of action is, of course, to retreat promptly, continue gathering intelligence, and re-devise the combat plan.

Knowing that the target is abnormal and still staying to execute the original plan is foolish.

Hayasaka Ai's hiding place was on the balcony. Now that she had decided to retreat, she prepared to leave.

Just then, a dog bark suddenly echoed downstairs, particularly harsh in the silent night.

"Could it be that Death Evil Spirit chasing us?"

Kitagawa Marin was startled.

Amamiya Natsuki stood up and said:

"Let's go take a look."

The two walked together towards the balcony.

"Oh no."

The Spy Maid's expression changed slightly. She quickly went to the edge of the balcony and used a pre-prepared rope to slide to the ground, accidentally touching some clothes drying on the balcony's edge, causing one item to fall with the night wind.

Thump.

Hayasaka Ai landed steadily, quickly reeled in the rope, then grabbed the falling piece of clothing and pressed herself tightly against the wall.

Amamiya Natsuki and Kitagawa came to the balcony and looked out at the street.

The dimly lit street was empty, appearing especially desolate, but in the eyes of Amamiya Natsuki and Kitagawa, the night street was quite 'lively'.

Compared to the daytime, the number of Death Evil Spirits at night was noticeably higher.

"Is that guy under the streetlamp it?" Kitagawa Marin pointed.

"No." Amamiya Natsuki narrowed his eyes as he looked, "That's a Faceless with an umbrella, wearing a black suit."

"Looks like she hasn't caught up yet."

"Let's go back first. Shimizu-nee can stand guard tonight."

"Oh."

"You can go back and take a shower now."

"…"

Hayasaka Ai secretly let out a sigh of relief, then suddenly heard footsteps above her head pause.

"Wait."

Amamiya Natsuki suddenly stopped.

"Huh, what's wrong?" Kitagawa Marin tilted her head and looked over.

"Something seems to be missing…" Amamiya Natsuki observed carefully and quickly found what was missing. "Where are the underwear I hung out to dry on the balcony?"

"…"

Hayasaka Ai silently lowered her head, looking at the blue boxer briefs in her hand. If she threw them out now, she would likely expose herself.

"They must have been accidentally blown away by the wind, right?" Kitagawa Marin crossed her right arm over her chest and analyzed, "What kind of pervert would steal a boy's underwear?"

Hayasaka Ai couldn't help but puff out her pink cheeks.

I'm such a pervert, I'm really sorry!

The footsteps quickly left the balcony.

Hayasaka Ai quietly emerged from the shadows, looking at the boxer briefs in her hand. After a slight hesitation, she put them into her pocket, thinking they might come in handy later.

And the streetlamp…

The Spy Maid turned her head to look at the streetlamp not far away.

The light from the streetlamp was dim, and there was no one beneath it, only a few insects flying continuously around the light. As for the Faceless in a suit holding an umbrella, he simply didn't exist.

A cold wind blew past.

Hayasaka Ai shivered slightly, couldn't help but pull her collar up to cover her mouth, and quickly left silently.

"Do you want to take a shower?"

Amamiya Natsuki looked at the Blonde Hot Girl.

"Yes, I do." Kitagawa Marin finished the remaining cola in one gulp. "I already showered at home, but I rushed over and sweated a lot on the way. It would be uncomfortable not to shower."

"Then you go first."

"Thanks."

After a simple shower, it was already past ten in the evening without realizing it.

"The Scythe Spirit doesn't seem to have followed us yet." Kitagawa Marin went to the balcony again for a turn, then came back, yawning. "Natsuki-kun, how are we sleeping tonight?"

Amamiya Natsuki said:

"You can sleep in the guest room, it's right next to my room."

"No." The Blonde Hot Girl flatly refused. "Knowing there's danger and still sleeping alone in a room, that's exactly like those idiots in horror movies."

"Then how do you want to sleep?" Amamiya Natsuki countered.

"Hmm…"

Kitagawa Marin crossed her right arm over her chest, pondered for two seconds, then a playful smile suddenly appeared on her pretty face, and she closed one eye, saying:

"How about we sleep together?"

Amamiya Natsuki agreed: "Okay."

"Eh eh eh?!" Kitagawa Marin covered her chest with both hands, her pretty face slightly red, and quickly said, "I meant sleeping on the tatami together!"

Amamiya Natsuki turned and walked to the closet, opened it, and took out a futon, smiling:

"I also meant sleeping on the tatami. What did you think I meant?"

"…Natsuki-kun is teasing people!"

Don't you know what it means to use someone's own methods against them? You like to tease people, so it's normal to be teased!

"Make your own bed."

"Oh."

After making the tatami beds, Amamiya Natsuki turned off the lights, and they both lay down.

"Little Marin, don't worry, leave the night watch to me."

Shimizu took on the night watch duty.

As a ghost, she didn't need to sleep and wouldn't doze off, making her perfectly suited for guarding.

"The halo has already been activated." Amamiya Natsuki turned his head to look at the Blonde Girl beside him. "You won't roll around in your sleep, will you?"

"Hmm… I used to roll around a lot when I was little, but I probably won't now."

"Then there's no problem."

"…"

At the same time.

Shinomiya Villa.

Hayasaka Ai successfully returned. She first took a bath to relax, then returned to her room in a bathrobe and turned on her computer.

After some operations, Amamiya Natsuki's home screen quickly appeared on the computer.

The surveillance equipment had come in handy.

"Are they planning to sleep in the living room?"

"No making out, no kissing, not even physical contact… Tsk."

"It seems it's not that kind of 'God-sent girl' relationship."

"Just normal friends?"

"And that phone…"

Hayasaka Ai bit her finger, looking at the real-time surveillance.

In the video, a phone was still floating in mid-air on the sofa, its screen constantly changing.

It was as if… some invisible entity was operating the phone.

Unscientific.

Very unscientific.

Hayasaka Ai completely failed to understand what she was seeing. Her curiosity kept her glued to the screen, continuing to monitor.

As time passed, the phone even automatically connected to a charger and began charging.

The night passed without incident.

The next day.

Seven in the morning.

Woken by her biological clock, Shinomiya Kaguya got up on time.

"Good morning, Lady Kaguya." Hayasaka Ai stood by the bed. "Today's breakfast is French toast and milk."

"Good morning."

Shinomiya Kaguya tied her hair with a red ribbon, then suddenly exclaimed in surprise: "Eh, Hayasaka, why do you have dark circles under your eyes?"

"Ah…" Hayasaka Ai hesitated for a second, then quickly said in a casual tone, "I read a very interesting manga last night and accidentally lost track of time."

This was a lie.

The truth was that she had been watching surveillance videos all night, staying up completely.

Unfortunately, she hadn't gained any useful information.

"The information can wait for now. I need to first check if the Young Lady's chastity is still intact…"

Hayasaka Ai took out a pair of boxer briefs from behind her back. "Young Lady, what is this?"

"It looks like shorts…" Shinomiya Kaguya looked over curiously, examining them carefully. "The style is so strange."

Hayasaka Ai carefully observed Shinomiya Kaguya's expression and demeanor.

There were no flaws.

The Young Lady clearly didn't recognize boys' underwear.

However, to be safe, she still needed to probe further.

"I found this in the garden this morning. It's not yours, Young Lady, so I'll dispose of it later." Hayasaka Ai said casually, putting the boxer briefs away as if nothing had happened, and continued, "I have a question."

"What?"

"In physics, when an object is stretched, it becomes longer and thinner. Please give a special counterexample."

Shinomiya Kaguya furrowed her brow in thought for a moment, but couldn't come up with anything: "What's the counterexample?"

Hayasaka Ai yawned: "I don't know either."

"Then what's the point of that question?"

Shinomiya Kaguya couldn't help but complain.

"…It's very significant."

For example, it can prove one thing: the Young Lady is still the innocent Young Lady, untainted by anyone.

In that case, all that's left is to find out the true identity of that boy.

On the other side.

Amamiya Natsuki opened his eyes to the sound of his alarm clock. After a while, his consciousness gradually cleared. He turned his head and saw the Blonde Girl sleeping soundly, curled up like a cat.

"Good morning, Natsuki-kun."

A sweet, pleasant voice entered his ears.

Shimizu sat on the sofa, her smile sweet, her body once again becoming transparent.

Amamiya Natsuki indicated he was already used to it and sat up: "The Scythe Spirit didn't appear last night?"

"No." Shimizu nodded. "If she had, I would have woken you two up long ago."

As she spoke, Kitagawa Marin groggily opened her eyes and sat up.

After all, when one is away from home, sleep isn't as deep.

"Natsuki-kun, good morning…"

As the Blonde Girl spoke, she stretched, and her pajama strap suddenly slipped down.

A phrase suddenly appeared in Amamiya Natsuki's mind:

Slippery shoulders.

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