Chapter 62: A Scumbag Should Get His Retribution

Chapter 62: A Scumbag Should Get His Retribution

“Miss.”

“Mm.”

The female driver behind the wheel cautiously glanced at the rearview mirror. The girl seated in the back looked no different than usual, as cold and indifferent as ever. However, the driver’s familiarity with her still allowed her to notice something unusual.

“Miss... are you in a bad mood?”

“What gave it away?”

Asagiri Rin looked ahead and asked coldly.

The woman, who was highly skilled and had earned the approval of the powerful Asagiri family, immediately withdrew her gaze, feeling the pressure.

Although outsiders often thought Madam and this young lady had completely opposite personalities, they actually shared many similarities.

“It’s nothing... I was just worried about you.”

“There’s nothing to worry about. By the way, Morita, do you see those two people by the gate?”

As the car slowly started moving, Morita focused her gaze in that direction.

There were plenty of people near the school gate, but among them, one boy and one girl stood out immediately.

The boy was handsome and tall, naturally attracting attention.

The girl beside him was lively, pretty, youthful, and equally eye-catching.

Never mind the girl. Morita recognized that boy.

“I see them. What’s wrong?”

“Drive over and hit them.”

“Huh?”

Morita froze and looked at the rearview mirror in disbelief.

The young lady’s usually indifferent face now showed obvious irritation.

“What, too scared?”

“It’s not that... Miss, wouldn’t that be a little inappropriate?”

It was rare to see this girl harbor such hostility toward anyone.

Normally, when she encountered annoying people, she could not even be bothered to deal with them personally. She would simply have others handle matters behind the scenes.

For example, random men who approached her and refused to take no for an answer.

As long as Asagiri Rin said a single word, someone would immediately ensure that person experienced the methods of the Asagiri family firsthand.

A leave of absence lasting more than half a year was already considered merciful and kind by Asagiri Rin’s standards.

After all, in Neon, there were tens of thousands of unclaimed corpses every year.

One more made no difference.

One less made no difference.

But running someone over directly felt... a bit too violent.

“Then follow them.”

Asagiri Rin said coldly.

“...We’re not going home?”

Morita asked.

“Will that family suddenly lose its appetite if I’m missing from dinner? Either drive into them or follow them.”

“Understood, Miss.”

Naturally, Morita could only follow.

As the personal driver, assistant, and bodyguard personally assigned to this girl by the Asagiri family, Morita Kaoru did not possess a particularly dazzling résumé. She knew the family valued a different capability she possessed, one tied to a past she preferred not to discuss.

Still, even she had never expected to be cultivated by the Asagiri family.

According to the family members: many things about a person could be trained, but certain precious experiences could never be replicated. That itself was a kind of talent.

She had not accompanied this girl for very long, but it was enough to gain a fairly deep understanding of her personality.

She also knew that Madam would not want this girl wasting time on childish games of make-believe.

Still, she felt a little reluctant.

Some experiences, if not lived through at this age, could never be experienced again.

If Madam asked, she would simply claim she did not know.

Hopefully she would not be blamed too severely.

Morita Kaoru silently followed them by car, maintaining a considerable distance and doing her best to avoid being noticed.

Although Asagiri Rin had not specifically requested this, Morita Kaoru still acted according to professional habit.

Glancing at the rearview mirror from the corner of her eye, she saw Asagiri Rin staring in the same direction.

Her face was practically pressed against the window.

Had no one ever told her that she looked exactly like some kind of lunatic who hated all couples?

“You’re not actually planning to eat here, are you?”

When Kazama Sakura led Yatsuno Gen to a familiar hot pot restaurant after suggesting they have a meal together, he sharply inhaled.

Familiar.

Very familiar.

Wasn’t this Hinata Kokomi’s hot pot restaurant?

The problem was not Hinata Kokomi herself.

The problem was that not long ago he had brought Kiyono Mitsuki here.

Why had she chosen this place?

Kazama Sakura smiled at the boy, her innocent eyes blinking.

“Is there a problem with this place?”

That harmless expression was even more convincing than Yatsuno Gen’s own acting.

It made him seriously suspect that this girl had some hidden identity, perhaps a private detective who had thoroughly investigated everything about him and had deliberately brought him here today to make things difficult for him.

Yatsuno Gen really did not want to go inside.

After thinking for a moment, he said, “I think they sell the kind of hot pot from Yanxia. It can be very spicy.”

“Aren’t you the one who wasn’t even afraid of hell-level spicy food? And now you’re afraid of this?”

“...I just think it isn’t very cheap. Your family is still moving house right now, so why don’t we just eat something simple?”

Yatsuno Gen was still trying.

But precisely because of that effort, Kazama Sakura’s eyes grew suspicious.

“I checked the prices online. They’re not that bad... Is there some other reason you don’t want to go?”

“When did I say I didn’t want to? I’m only thinking of you.”

“Really? That’s very suspicious.”

“Suspicious? That’s because you don’t trust me enough. I’m so heartbroken. I want to go home, hug my pillow, cry for a while, and see you tomorrow.”

“Eh!”

Kazama Sakura immediately grabbed the boy’s arm.

Instantly, Yatsuno Gen felt warmth and softness pressing against his arm.

Her development was really quite impressive.

That fullness and softness of genuine material surpassed every body pillow on the market.

Yatsuno Gen glanced at the deeply buried section of his arm, then at the girl whose face was gradually turning red.

“How about squeezing harder? I might change my mind.”

Realizing how intimate the pose had become, the girl blushed slightly and loosened her grip, looking at Yatsuno Gen reproachfully.

“How about harder when we’re somewhere with fewer people? Not now.”

Yatsuno Gen:???

Sakura, are you serious?

“I was only joking.”

“Hmph. Stop fooling around. There won’t be any seats left if we’re late. Let’s go.”

She still dragged Yatsuno Gen into the hot pot restaurant.

Naturally, Yatsuno Gen could not actually ruin the mood. They had already reached the entrance, after all.

Besides, he had already felt her heartfelt sincerity. Not her chest’s sincerity. Her actual sincerity.

A person could not be too heartless.

All he could do was silently pray:

Hinata Kokomi, you’d better be taking the day off today. Ideally bedridden with a thirty-nine degree fever. I know that’s difficult, but this is an order.

But the saying that prayer was merely the helplessness of the weak seemed more convincing than ever.

Almost the instant Yatsuno Gen and Kazama Sakura entered the restaurant, a familiar figure immediately approached.

“Dining for two... Eh? Little Gen, you’re here again? This time you two... Eh?!”

The two “ehs” were separated by several musical notes.

The first contained pleasant surprise.

The second was pure shock and astonishment.

“Little Gen? You know each other?”

Kazama Sakura looked curiously at the young woman before her.

Yatsuno Gen was already beginning to feel numb.

“Yeah. I used to work here. She was the senior who trained me.”

Hinata Kokomi’s gaze repeatedly swept across Yatsuno Gen’s and Kazama Sakura’s faces.

Very quickly, she seemed to understand something.

The way she looked at Yatsuno Gen immediately changed.

Her narrowed eyes resembled the scrutiny and interrogation directed at a scumbag.

While staring directly at the skyward-looking Yatsuno Gen, she answered,

“That’s right. I’m the manager here, Hinata Kokomi. Two guests, correct? Let me show you to your seats first.”

After being led to their table, Kazama Sakura looked up at the young female manager.

“Then I really picked this place by coincidence.”

Coincidence?

This coincidence had gone all the way to grandmother’s house!

Before Yatsuno Gen’s heart could settle, Kazama Sakura asked,

“By the way, Kokomi-sis, you said ‘again’ earlier. Did he come here recently too?”

Hinata Kokomi’s smile became somewhat stiff.

“Mm. He came here not long ago too. It seems Little Gen really likes hot pot. How come I never knew you loved it this much before?”

Yatsuno Gen found it difficult to meet Hinata Kokomi’s eyes.

The reason was simple.

It was too obvious.

What was this?

Had the court already reached a verdict?

Was he officially a scumbag now?

Could she stop judging him based on first impressions?

This was infuriating.

“When you work in an industry, you learn to love it. Supporting Kokomi-sis’s business is only natural.”

“You’re certainly very good at supporting it.”

Hinata Kokomi was nearly grinding her teeth.

It would be one thing if he came with the same girl.

Instead, every visit featured a different beautiful girl with a completely different temperament.

Kazama Sakura immediately looked toward Yatsuno Gen.

“You couldn’t have come here alone to eat hot pot, right? Who were you with last time?”

Hinata Kokomi desperately wanted to expose this scumbag’s true nature.

Unfortunately, she could not.

After all, she was his senior.

And he genuinely was very popular with girls.

She simply could not bring herself to stab him in the back.

All she could do was silently stare at him.

Ignoring Hinata Kokomi’s gaze, the boy calmly replied,

“Just a friend. What is this? Are you already planning to act like some time-space police officer and check my attendance?”

Just a friend?

So you only make friends with beautiful girls, is that it?

Shameless!

Hinata Kokomi felt like an accomplice helping a tiger commit evil.

“Who’s checking up on you? Hmph. If you don’t want to say it, then don’t.”

Little sister, ask more questions!

Why are you giving up so easily?

Kazama Sakura genuinely did not think much about it.

After the pressure from her family had eased recently, she had been in an excellent mood.

Besides, her personality was never one that liked obsessing over details.

Very quickly she began ordering food seriously.

“That should be everything. Thank you, Kokomi-sis.”

After finishing her order, Kazama Sakura handed the menu back to Hinata Kokomi.

Her expression was sweet and her voice pleasant.

Yet it made Hinata Kokomi feel as though knives were cutting into her heart.

How did every innocent and beautiful girl become guarded and manipulative?

Because of scumbags like this!

She put away the menu and turned to prepare the ingredients.

But the moment she turned around, she froze in surprise.

“What a beautiful person...”

She saw a tall figure enter the hot pot restaurant.

Long black hair flowed down her back.

Its quality and volume were enough to make anyone jealous.

Her face was stunning beyond words.

Her delicate features and innate aristocratic pride left Hinata Kokomi amazed.

She was certain her restaurant had never hosted a customer of this caliber before.

As the girl walked over, Hinata Kokomi momentarily forgot the standard greeting process entirely.

Then she watched the girl ignore her completely.

The girl walked straight over and sat down beside Yatsuno Gen, directly opposite Kazama Sakura.

Then she saw Kazama Sakura’s widened eyes.

And the rare expression of surprise on Yatsuno Gen’s face.

Hinata Kokomi’s adrenaline began skyrocketing.

Yatsuno Gen, this is the retribution a scumbag deserves!