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Suddenly, I felt like nothing had any meaning.

"You guy..."

Hayakawa asked, her mind a jumble of conflicted thoughts: "What are you thinking?"

"Eek~ Don't just ask directly,"

Natsukawa Masuzu's face showed a shy expression that she hadn't shown during the forced kiss, and her body twisted into an odd pose: "That was imitating one of the best scenes from the first part of JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Erina being forcibly kissed by DIO~"

Chapter 128 Free from Desire and Interests, Pure and Few Aspirations

"It's that JOJO again..."

Hayakawa felt a wave of exhaustion wash over her.

"Yes, that's right."

Natsukawa Masuzu nodded contentedly, a slight blush on her face, and said smugly, "JOJO is the number one masterpiece in the entire universe, so my boyfriend has to be a JOJO fanatic like me."

"I don't want to watch it anymore..."

Hayakawa looked up at the sky and sighed.

"Uh huh huh~"

Natsukawa Masaki held up a finger and shook it meaningfully, saying, "I once saw online that a boy's or girl's first kiss will leave an impression for a lifetime, especially the taste of the first kiss. If it's a taste you hate, it will leave a shadow. On the contrary, if your first kiss is with someone whose taste you like, you will have a relatively good life."

"Oh…"

Hayakawa looked like he had just learned something new.

"That's why I didn't let you eat pineapple earlier. I hate the taste of pineapple, and I don't want to remember the sour taste of pineapple every time I think of my first kiss. I like sweet things, so I specially bought you cotton candy."

Natsukawa Masaki said matter-of-factly, "By the way, since you bought pineapple to eat, I assumed you liked the taste of pineapple, so I forced myself to eat it even though I didn't like it. I did this with your first kiss memory in mind, so be grateful."

"...I did think of that,"

Hayakawa shook his head expressionlessly, glanced up at the stars in the sky, and said indifferently, "Whatever."

"Are you full?"

Hayakawa walked out, saying, "I'm going home once you've eaten your fill."

"Uh-huh?"

Upon hearing this, Natsukawa Masuzu looked slightly confused: "Aren't you angry?"

Hayakawa asked indifferently, "Why should I be angry?"

"because…"

Natsukawa Masaki hesitated for a moment before saying, "I feel like you'll be angry, so I was all prepared to crack a joke."

"hehe,"

Hayakawa sneered: "You think I'll get angry? That just proves you don't know me well enough."

How could I, the mighty Emperor Hayakawa, possibly lower myself to argue with some random woman about kissing on the streets of the city?

The flesh and blood are nothing but bones. For Hayakawa, the so-called first kiss was just a touch of lips. He didn't think he was indulging in that feeling. More than six years of restrained and self-disciplined life had taught him how to control and suppress his desires. This was his confidence. He had long since transcended the realm of being attracted and swayed by the flesh.

That's right, whether it's Ogata Rizu's ample curves, Furuhashi Fumino's flat, snowy belly, or Ominami Aizami's slender, straight maid legs in black stockings, or even Umaru... uh... none of them could attract him!

Desireless and without desire... Has this emperor reached the state of desirelessness and without desire? So-called sexual attraction is negligible to me, and physical limitations are meaningless to me.

What is this... this is transcendence, the magnanimity that only those who look down upon all living beings can possess.

"Ugh…"

Hayakawa Shiro sighed and asked with emotion, "Natsukawa, what kind of university are you planning to apply to?"

Why did the conversation turn to this topic so naturally?

Natsukawa Masuzu's expression was strange. Although it was unexpected that Hayakawa wasn't angry, it was still a good thing. She had invited Hayakawa over tonight because she wanted to leave a deep impression on him, so that she could plant a seed of ambiguity in his heart.

"my words…"

Natsukawa Masaki thought for a moment and hesitated before saying, "I'm sorry, although I really want to answer, I think my personal choice of which university to attend is not important; it's all decided by my family."

As she spoke, Natsukawa Masaki couldn't help but reveal a hint of sadness and resentment.

"real or fake?"

Hayakawa raised an eyebrow, his expression full of pity: "You're pathetic that you have to rely on your family to make such an important decision."

"Is such that…"

Natsukawa Masaki didn't refute, but said quietly, "I just came back from abroad a while ago. After I graduate from high school, my family might send me abroad to study again to get a better education, so they can sell me for a good price when they need me..."

As she spoke, Natsukawa Masuzu lowered her head slightly, her expression indifferent. Her lowered eyelids made it impossible to see the light in her eyes, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

She never thought about the distant future because it wouldn't make a difference. Although she had excellent grades and a perfect appearance, seemingly receiving all the world's favor, Natsukawa Masuzu didn't actually have any lofty ideals or pursue a life of glory and honor. Call her unambitious or lacking in ambition, that's just who she was.

Unlike typical high school girls who dream of finding a handsome and wealthy boyfriend, she generally avoids and keeps her distance from the boys around her. Her family environment also leaves her feeling extremely empty. These two factors combined create a girl who has no aspirations for the future.

Ironically, the only thing she could call a dream was that JoJo would never end.

This is her—her personality is absolutely awful; shameless, brazen, unruly, and distrustful of men…

Natsukawa Masuzu, a girl who absolutely hates romance.

"Well…"

Hayakawa looked at Natsukawa Masuzu, seemingly wanting to say something but hesitating. He knew a bit about people from families like Natsukawa Masuzu's, since it was quite common when he was in junior high school. There were always families with inadequate education and some parents who were not competent, which was unavoidable.

But what does this have to do with him? Even if Hayakawa is an education master who says "no one understands education better than me," he has no reason to meddle in other people's family affairs.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked that question."

Hayakawa said that he was just subconsciously concerned about other people's studies; it was his instinctive reaction.

"It's ok."

Natsukawa Masuzu said softly, "Since I've already answered all of them, then please answer this question as well, Hayakawa-san: what kind of university will you choose after graduation?"

"..."

Hayakawa remained silent for a long time before saying, "Universities in Tokyo, I guess."

"Oh dear, that's not going to be easy to pass."

Natsukawa Masuzu blinked and said, "Could it be Tokyo University... or Waseda University?"

Hayakawa nodded silently; he would definitely only go to the best university in the area.

"Um…"

Natsukawa Masaki thought for a moment and said, "Good luck."

"Ah."

Hayakawa responded, then walked ahead towards the exit of the night market: "Go back, I'll see you out."

……

Hayakawa watched as the taxi carrying Natsukawa Masuzu drove away, then hailed a taxi himself to go home. He had been out for too long today, and to save time, he didn't plan to go to the tram station.

The taxi was fast; he arrived at his doorstep in less than fifteen minutes. After taking the elevator, he checked the time and found that he was not much later than usual when he got home.

Maybe we should just take taxis from now on.

Hayakawa, who was in the elevator, couldn't help but start thinking.

Chapter 129 Another Day with a Promising Future

Hayakawa quickly arrived at his floor in the elevator and walked towards the door, but inadvertently saw the window in the hallway and the deep night outside.

The silent sky was crystal clear, and the night, like a giant curtain, slowly descended, encompassing everything beneath its wings. Looking up, the Milky Way, adorned with countless stars, seemed almost within reach. Shooting stars streaked across the sky, leaving trails of light. All was quiet, save for the faint glow of distant neon lights and the indistinct sounds that seemed to accompany the tranquil night.

Hayakawa felt as if he were enveloped by the darkness of the night, his mind replaying the events of the day like a slideshow, his body gradually stiffening, and his hands and feet growing cold.

Humiliation... Ever since he was defeated one after another by several girls, every day... he has lived in the depths of humiliation.

His heart was as withered as a dead tree!

Hayakawa's fists clenched, his eyes staring blankly at the increasingly terrifying world outside the window.

The behemoth, the night is a silent behemoth, slowly eroding Hayakawa's soul. The stars twinkle in the boundless universe, like its endless eyes, eerie and profound.

Immersed in immense sorrow, enveloped in the cold darkness, the eternal will of the Emperor once again replaced Hayakawa's soul and took control of his body.

"The black night gave me black eyes,"

Hayakawa gazed out the window and said in a deep voice, "But I use it to seek the light."

He clenched his fist and raised it in front of him, as if to shatter this world filled with despair.

When you are in darkness, your heart is toward the light!

call…

Hayakawa let out a long breath, his eyes reddening with emotion.

Another day promising for the future!

"Humph…"

After feeling sorry for himself, Hayakawa casually tossed his school uniform aside, turned around arrogantly, and walked towards the door. There he saw Mimi Aizawa, who had been waiting for him for a long time.

Hayakawa: "..."

The two stared at each other, neither saying a word.

Hayakawa's expression froze; when had she appeared here?

“Uh…junior,”

Ayame Kominami's expression was a half-smile: "You came back later than usual today, so I came to wait for you."

Hayakawa remained silent for a long time, then said casually, "...Something else came up, so I'm back late. Don't mind it."

After saying that, he walked to the door and silently took out his keys to open it.

"But you didn't come back particularly late."

Kominami Aizawa leaned close to Hayakawa and observed him closely, especially his neck and cheeks. She made sure there were no strange red marks or anything like that, and then sniffed the air with her delicate nose. She didn't smell any obvious feminine scent either. Only then did she reply to Furuhashi Fumino with satisfaction.

Just now, Fumino Furuhashi messaged her, saying that Hayakawa didn't go home with the two of them after school today, but went out on something, and it seems that he went with a girl. Fumino Furuhashi was very worried about this, and made an excuse that she was "afraid that he would be deceived by bad women." Coincidentally, the girls had been chatting about something earlier. Although Minami didn't mention that she tutored Hayakawa at home, she did mention that she also lived in the same neighborhood. So Fumino strongly requested that Minami Aisumi, who lives near Hayakawa's house, come over and check if he was late coming home, and if he had any strange marks or smells.

Of course, Ayame Komi agreed. She was going to come here for tutoring anyway, so it was just a convenient thing to do and she came early to wait for him.

This is the terrifying web of relationships among girls, a web of despair and suffocation like the black widow spider spinning its web, tightly binding Hayakawa, this pitiful person who knew nothing.

"Speaking of which, juniors,"

After replying to the message with satisfaction, Ayame Komi's gaze fell on Hayakawa beside her again, and she asked casually, "What was that just now?"

"……Well."

Hayakawa's hand, which was trying to open the door, suddenly trembled, and he even misplaced the key. He immediately put on a solemn expression and looked at Mimi Aizawa, saying in a deep voice, "Don't try to pry into my affairs. You wouldn't understand."

Xiao Meilang Aicheng: "..."

I really don’t understand.

Seeing that he had scared away Misaki, Hayakawa became arrogant again and opened the door.

The king's actions, the king's arrogance, the king's loneliness!

How could ordinary people possibly understand?

"Ugh…"

Hayakawa sighed, his heart filled with endless emotions. Perhaps he was destined to be alone for the rest of his life, but thankfully he had long since grown accustomed to loneliness and no longer regarded it as a source of pain.

"Go to the fridge and get something to drink."