Stealing Spree



Upon acknowledging that he had no other choice but to follow my words, the silent guy pushed himself to stand up, hurriedly nodding in fear that the five seconds would be over before he could do so. He looked really weakened and his knees were visibly shaking.

Well, I lost count of how many times my fist landed on his face, after all. Furthermore, I also threw some on his body, making it harder for him to stabilize himself.

With how easily he took damage from those, he’s clearly someone who wasn’t physically fit. Either he neglected exercising even if not regularly or he was just too lazy to do it. Whichever the case, Saki could definitely protect herself from him in case he ever tried assaulting her using the self-defense skill I taught her.

That’s how weak he is.

Once he managed to stand properly, he raised his arm, covering the swelled part of his face.

Obviously, it’s still throbbing from intense pain. Even without taking medical assistance for it, a couple of days would be enough for it to heal and return to its original shape.

“Here, use this to wipe the blood on your face and put this on.”

Perhaps thinking that I was going to hit him again, the guy recoiled and almost staggered back. But when he saw a clean face towel and a face mask from my hand, his eyes blinked a few times before looking at me in confusion.

Saki also had the same reaction but she quickly caught onto what I was trying to do. Her lips faintly curved up.

“Stop staring blankly. Do you think I will let you walk out of here looking bruised and battered? I intentionally avoided hitting your eyes. You cannot get a black eye from falling down or tripping, right?”

He might look terrible from all the blood coming out from his nose and mouth. However, wiping that off and covering half of his face with a mask would be enough to hide his bruised face.

I brought the mask in case I needed to disguise myself again. As for the towel, it’s a spare.

Although still shaking in fear and reluctance to believe that I already stopped hitting him, the silent guy grabbed the mask and towel to do what I told him to do.

I told the girls I would instill fear in this guy. And at this point, it’s already halfway done.

Nonetheless, even if the fear in his eyes at the moment already appeared genuine, it was not enough. Especially when it came from cornering him like this.

At the moment, he simply accepted the fact that he’s powerless when it comes to physical violence. Instilling absolute fear in him was still incomplete.

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After leaving that park, we went to the bus stop and rode the bus to school.

I said we’re going to change location but on second thought, there’s no other place more suitable to make him confess than the one Shizu suggested.

During the bus ride, I finally heard his voice for the first time. However, it was too low volume and most of the time, inaudible. But well, that’s enough, I guess? His answers were also supplemented by a nod or a shake of his head or whatever sign he was making.

I asked him a lot of questions including why he’s refusing to talk. Whether he’s saving it for his next life or not.

His answer? It’s nonsense. He just made it a habit to express himself through gestures rather than words. Or so he claimed. I mean, he also seldom made hand gestures, after all. I ruled that out as false. Nonetheless, I couldn’t care less why he turned up to be like that as my only concern was his obsession with Saki.

Regarding that, he gave mostly vague answers as if he also couldn’t be sure about his own reason for continuing to stalk the girl.

For that one, I failed to restrain my fist from landing on his body again. That reminded him that I wasn’t interrogating him peacefully. If he half-assed his answers, a punishment would always arrive, amplifying his fear that he wouldn’t be able to save himself from my wrath.

From there, it became easier for me to extract a confession from his mouth that Saki recorded perfectly.

Furthermore, with the girl’s assistance, we forced him to log onto his cloud and empty his storage, only leaving a few pieces of incriminating evidence that he wouldn’t be able to refute.

I also sent those to me just in case he deletes them himself after this day.

Anyway, when we arrived at the school, I dragged him to the infirmary. Not to treat him, of course. Because someone else was going to do that.

And with my plan not to resort to bringing in the might of authority right away, Hayashi-sensei arrived in her nurse outfit, taking the role of our mysterious school nurse.

Right. Apart from us, no one was really aware that she was the Director of our school.

“What are you here so early in the morning? This place isn’t a hangout spot. Go to your classroom.” With her hands hidden in her lab coat, the bespectacled woman walked over to us, her eyes quickly landing on the guy sitting with his back straight on a stool close to the table.

She’s already more or less aware of the situation but since she’s acting as the school nurse, she’s going to play a different part in this than slapping the silent guy with her authority.

“Sensei, I apologize but can you treat him?” I answered while pointing at the guy.

“What’s wrong with him?” Moving with slight urgency Hayashi-sensei walked over to take a look at Taku whose shoulder slumped down.

“Nothing. Let’s just say I hit him a few times. I suggest that he stay here for the rest of the school day.”

There’s no need to twist my words or hide that I’m the one who caused his face to be deformed.

“Huh? You lost me there. Student, you hit him and then you brought him here to be treated. I’m amazed you can say that with a straight face. And do you think I won’t report this to the Guidance Counselors?”

Hayashi-sensei’s face twitched upon hearing that. Even though she’s aware, hearing me say it like it’s an ordinary occurrence probably irked her.

In any case, not waiting for my response, she had Taku remove his mask to check on his injury.

The guy complied and as soon as she saw the state of his face, she started moving to get ointment from one of her drawers to apply to his swelled-up cheek.

The guy started hissing from the searing pain but Hayashi-sensei ignored it and continued applying the remedy like a proper nurse treating her patient.

And while doing so, she continued, “Okay, Student. I presume you have a reason for hitting him. This is terrible. I’m afraid I can only apply some first aid. He needs to be checked by a doctor. Judging by that bandaged knuckle of yours, bones might’ve been cracked. Additionally, stand up there and let me treat that as well.”

“Hmm? Don’t worry about me, sensei. I’ll be fine, it’s just ripped skin. It will heal in no time. As for my reason... I think Saki here will be able to explain it clearly.”

In a way, what was transpiring here was no more than an act for us except Taku. Nonetheless, as he’s clueless about it, he’s probably already on the verge of losing his mind.

We have evidence of what Saki’s going to claim to have happened and my reason for hitting him. If the girl decides to report him, it will be all over for him.

What I was trying to accomplish here was the deepening of his fear of me, or us. By having the school nurse listen to us and give her opinion, it will send the guy’s mind on a rollercoaster.