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Confinement King
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It was around midnight. At this point I had no way of knowing that Confinement King-sama was watching the third round of SM lesbian play.
And now, Inomoto-senpai and I, with handheld lights in hand, are patrolling the area around the scene of the cop’s murder.
When we arrived in front of the Kobayashi house, the scene of the cop’s murder, it still had yellow tape stuck to the gate.
Not even a single light is lit on the house, and the area around the modern white-walled Kobayashi residence is silent.
To begin with, this area is normally a quiet residential area.
In the daytime, there were some onlookers who came to see the scene of the murder, but late at night, there are no such idiots to be seen.
「
」
「
」
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」
Unless the culprit is caught, it is impossible to sleep peacefully with the pillow high, and this splendid house has now become an accidental property.
Suddenly, Inomoto-senpai stopped and began to look around, illuminating his feet with a handheld light, as if searching for something.
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」
「
」
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」
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」
Inomoto-senpai’s cheek twitched in amusement.
But in fact, the hedges surrounding the Kobayashi house were as tall as Inomoto-senpai.
Even an Olympic weightlifter or a professional martial artist would not be able to break victim’s neck so fast that he could not even resist, let alone carry a person and throw him over this height… I can understand why people want to conclude that this is the work of the devil.
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Inomoto-senpai raised his eyebrows a little, then cowered a little.
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At about the same time I nodded, I heard footsteps like leather shoes coming from the end of the street.
Because it was quiet at night, and there was no sign of a car passing, the mere sound of leather shoes resonates so loudly.
Of course, this is not a deserted wilderness. Even late at night, there is nothing wrong with an exhausted office worker passing by.
But…
「
」
「
」
「
」
Senpai Inomoto and I looked at each other and braced ourselves when we heard a familiar voice coming from behind the darkness.
「
」
The sound of footsteps slowly approaching, and the figure of the person is illuminated in the shadows of the streetlight.
「
」
Senpai Inomoto pointed his handheld light at the figure, and we all gasped.
「
」
Inomoto-senpai said in a voice that sounded as if his voice was being squeezed out of the back of his throat, and Nakamura mouth twisted slightly.
Needless to say, that’s my ex-fiancé, Takehiko Nakamura.
–However, his appearance is not normal.
「
」
He was supposed to be in his forties, but his appearance had transformed into something that could only be described as late teens.
But there was no way I could mistake him.
In spite of all odds, he was the man I had once vowed to marry.
Silver-rimmed glasses and a good-looking face.
His hair is no longer in the usual seven-three style, but is dishevelled and unkempt, as if he has not even combed it, but the brown suit he is wearing is familiar.
It is a one-of-a-kind suit with a traditional silhouette, tailored by a Ginza tailor. It’s the one he liked to wear.
「
」
Senpai Inomoto, perhaps thirsty with nervousness, let out a choked voice.
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）
She had said that there was a high possibility that Nakamura would target me, and it was right.
On the contrary, from what he said earlier, it seems that Nakamura was hiding in the apartment, waiting for me.
I recalled what Lili-sama had told me beforehand.
She said that a Majin is a human who has turned into a Devil.
Depending on how they turn into Majin, some of them still have their memories and reasoning from when they were human, while others do not.
And judging from Nakamura’s remark earlier, I can conclude that he had at least some memories.
I asked Senpai Inomoto about this.
「
」
「
」
I looked at Nakamura, looking for the right moment to run away. But when our eyes unexpectedly met, Nakamura shrugged his shoulders and spoke.
「
disappeared right after I was born. To be honest, I don’t really understand the situation either」
「
」
Inomoto-senpai raised an eyebrow.
However, knowing the general situation, it was easy to imagine who he was referring to. It was…
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）
Then, with a big smile on his face, Nakamura continue to spoke.
「
」
「
」
It was around midnight. At this point I had no way of knowing that Confinement King-sama was watching the third round of SMM lesbian play.
And now, Inomoto-senpai and I, with handheld lights in hand, are patrolling the area around the scene of the cop’s murder.
When we arrived in front of the Kobayashi house, the scene of the cop’s murder, it still had yellow tape stuck to the gate.
Not even a single light is lit on the house, and the area around the modern white-walled Kobayashi residence is silent.
To begin with, this area is normally a quiet residential area.
In the daytime, there were some onlookers who came to see the scene of the murder, but late at night, there are no such idiots to be seen.
「
」
「
」
「
」
Unless the culprit is caught, it is impossible to sleep peacefully with the pillow high, and this splendid house has now become an accidental property.
Suddenly, Inomoto-senpai stopped and began to look around, illuminating his feet with a handheld light, as if searching for something.
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
Inomoto-senpai’s cheek twitched in amusement.
But in fact, the hedges surrounding the Kobayashi house were as tall as Inomoto-senpai.
Even an Olympic weightlifter or a professional martial artist would not be able to break victim’s neck so fast that he could not even resist, let alone carry a person and throw him over this height… I can understand why people want to conclude that this is the work of the devil.
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Inomoto-senpai raised his eyebrows a little, then cowered a little.
「
」
「
」
At about the same time I nodded, I heard footsteps like leather shoes coming from the end of the street.
Because it was quiet at night, and there was no sign of a car passing, the mere sound of leather shoes resonates so loudly.
Of course, this is not a deserted wilderness. Even late at night, there is nothing wrong with an exhausted office worker passing by.
But…
「
」
「
」
「
」
Senpai Inomoto and I looked at each other and braced ourselves when we heard a familiar voice coming from behind the darkness.
「
」
The sound of footsteps slowly approaching, and the figure of the person is illuminated in the shadows of the streetlight.
「
」
Senpai Inomoto pointed his handheld light at the figure, and we all gasped.
「
」
Inomoto-senpai said in a voice that sounded as if his voice was being squeezed out of the back of his throat, and Nakamura mouth twisted slightly.
Needless to say, that’s my ex-fiancé, Takehiko Nakamura.
–However, his appearance is not normal.
「
」
He was supposed to be in his forties, but his appearance had transformed into something that could only be described as late teens.
But there was no way I could mistake him.
In spite of all odds, he was the man I had once vowed to marry.
Silver-rimmed glasses and a good-looking face.
His hair is no longer in the usual seven-three style, but is dishevelled and unkempt, as if he has not even combed it, but the brown suit he is wearing is familiar.
It is a one-of-a-kind suit with a traditional silhouette, tailored by a Ginza tailor. It’s the one he liked to wear.
「
」
Senpai Inomoto, perhaps thirsty with nervousness, let out a choked voice.
（
）
She had said that there was a high possibility that Nakamura would target me, and it was right.
On the contrary, from what he said earlier, it seems that Nakamura was hiding in the apartment, waiting for me.
I recalled what Lili-sama had told me beforehand.
She said that a Majin is a human who has turned into a Devil.
Depending on how they turn into Majin, some of them still have their memories and reasoning from when they were human, while others do not.
And judging from Nakamura’s remark earlier, I can conclude that he had at least some memories.
I asked Senpai Inomoto about this.
「
」
「
」
I looked at Nakamura, looking for the right moment to run away. But when our eyes unexpectedly met, Nakamura shrugged his shoulders and spoke.
「
disappeared right after I was born. To be honest, I don’t really understand the situation either」
「
」
Inomoto-senpai raised an eyebrow.
However, knowing the general situation, it was easy to imagine who he was referring to. It was…
（
）
Then, with a big smile on his face, Nakamura continue to spoke.
「
」
「
」
It was around midnight. At this point I had no way of knowing that Confinement King-sama was watching the third round of SMM lesbian play.
And now, Inomoto-senpai and I, with handheld lights in hand, are patrolling the area around the scene of the cop’s murder.
When we arrived in front of the Kobayashi house, the scene of the cop’s murder, it still had yellow tape stuck to the gate.
Not even a single light is lit on the house, and the area around the modern white-walled Kobayashi residence is silent.
To begin with, this area is normally a quiet residential area.
In the daytime, there were some onlookers who came to see the scene of the murder, but late at night, there are no such idiots to be seen.
「
」
「
」
「
」
Unless the culprit is caught, it is impossible to sleep peacefully with the pillow high, and this splendid house has now become an accidental property.
Suddenly, Inomoto-senpai stopped and began to look around, illuminating his feet with a handheld light, as if searching for something.
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
Inomoto-senpai’s cheek twitched in amusement.
But in fact, the hedges surrounding the Kobayashi house were as tall as Inomoto-senpai.
Even an Olympic weightlifter or a professional martial artist would not be able to break victim’s neck so fast that he could not even resist, let alone carry a person and throw him over this height… I can understand why people want to conclude that this is the work of the devil.
「
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「
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Inomoto-senpai raised his eyebrows a little, then cowered a little.
「
」
「
」
At about the same time I nodded, I heard footsteps like leather shoes coming from the end of the street.
Because it was quiet at night, and there was no sign of a car passing, the mere sound of leather shoes resonates so loudly.
Of course, this is not a deserted wilderness. Even late at night, there is nothing wrong with an exhausted office worker passing by.
But…
「
」
「
」
「
」
Senpai Inomoto and I looked at each other and braced ourselves when we heard a familiar voice coming from behind the darkness.
「
」
The sound of footsteps slowly approaching, and the figure of the person is illuminated in the shadows of the streetlight.
「
」
Senpai Inomoto pointed his handheld light at the figure, and we all gasped.
「
」
Inomoto-senpai said in a voice that sounded as if his voice was being squeezed out of the back of his throat, and Nakamura mouth twisted slightly.
Needless to say, that’s my ex-fiancé, Takehiko Nakamura.
–However, his appearance is not normal.
「
」
He was supposed to be in his forties, but his appearance had transformed into something that could only be described as late teens.
But there was no way I could mistake him.
In spite of all odds, he was the man I had once vowed to marry.
Silver-rimmed glasses and a good-looking face.
His hair is no longer in the usual seven-three style, but is dishevelled and unkempt, as if he has not even combed it, but the brown suit he is wearing is familiar.
It is a one-of-a-kind suit with a traditional silhouette, tailored by a Ginza tailor. It’s the one he liked to wear.
「
」
Senpai Inomoto, perhaps thirsty with nervousness, let out a choked voice.
（
）
She had said that there was a high possibility that Nakamura would target me, and it was right.
On the contrary, from what he said earlier, it seems that Nakamura was hiding in the apartment, waiting for me.
I recalled what Lili-sama had told me beforehand.
She said that a Majin is a human who has turned into a Devil.
Depending on how they turn into Majin, some of them still have their memories and reasoning from when they were human, while others do not.
And judging from Nakamura’s remark earlier, I can conclude that he had at least some memories.
I asked Senpai Inomoto about this.
「
」
「
」
I looked at Nakamura, looking for the right moment to run away. But when our eyes unexpectedly met, Nakamura shrugged his shoulders and spoke.
「
disappeared right after I was born. To be honest, I don’t really understand the situation either」
「
」
Inomoto-senpai raised an eyebrow.
However, knowing the general situation, it was easy to imagine who he was referring to. It was…
（
）
Then, with a big smile on his face, Nakamura continue to spoke.
「
」
「
」
It was around midnight. At this point I had no way of knowing that Confinement King-sama was watching the third round of SMM lesbian play.
And now, Inomoto-senpai and I, with handheld lights in hand, are patrolling the area around the scene of the cop’s murder.
When we arrived in front of the Kobayashi house, the scene of the cop’s murder, it still had yellow tape stuck to the gate.
Not even a single light is lit on the house, and the area around the modern white-walled Kobayashi residence is silent.
To begin with, this area is normally a quiet residential area.
In the daytime, there were some onlookers who came to see the scene of the murder, but late at night, there are no such idiots to be seen.
「
」
「
」
「
」
Unless the culprit is caught, it is impossible to sleep peacefully with the pillow high, and this splendid house has now become an accidental property.
Suddenly, Inomoto-senpai stopped and began to look around, illuminating his feet with a handheld light, as if searching for something.
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
Inomoto-senpai’s cheek twitched in amusement.
But in fact, the hedges surrounding the Kobayashi house were as tall as Inomoto-senpai.
Even an Olympic weightlifter or a professional martial artist would not be able to break victim’s neck so fast that he could not even resist, let alone carry a person and throw him over this height… I can understand why people want to conclude that this is the work of the devil.
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
Inomoto-senpai raised his eyebrows a little, then cowered a little.
「
」
「
」
At about the same time I nodded, I heard footsteps like leather shoes coming from the end of the street.
Because it was quiet at night, and there was no sign of a car passing, the mere sound of leather shoes resonates so loudly.
Of course, this is not a deserted wilderness. Even late at night, there is nothing wrong with an exhausted office worker passing by.
But…
「
」
「
」
「
」
Senpai Inomoto and I looked at each other and braced ourselves when we heard a familiar voice coming from behind the darkness.
「
」
The sound of footsteps slowly approaching, and the figure of the person is illuminated in the shadows of the streetlight.
「
」
Senpai Inomoto pointed his handheld light at the figure, and we all gasped.
「
」
Inomoto-senpai said in a voice that sounded as if his voice was being squeezed out of the back of his throat, and Nakamura mouth twisted slightly.
Needless to say, that’s my ex-fiancé, Takehiko Nakamura.
–However, his appearance is not normal.
「
」
He was supposed to be in his forties, but his appearance had transformed into something that could only be described as late teens.
But there was no way I could mistake him.
In spite of all odds, he was the man I had once vowed to marry.
Silver-rimmed glasses and a good-looking face.
His hair is no longer in the usual seven-three style, but is dishevelled and unkempt, as if he has not even combed it, but the brown suit he is wearing is familiar.
It is a one-of-a-kind suit with a traditional silhouette, tailored by a Ginza tailor. It’s the one he liked to wear.
「
」
Senpai Inomoto, perhaps thirsty with nervousness, let out a choked voice.
（
）
She had said that there was a high possibility that Nakamura would target me, and it was right.
On the contrary, from what he said earlier, it seems that Nakamura was hiding in the apartment, waiting for me.
I recalled what Lili-sama had told me beforehand.
She said that a Majin is a human who has turned into a Devil.
Depending on how they turn into Majin, some of them still have their memories and reasoning from when they were human, while others do not.
And judging from Nakamura’s remark earlier, I can conclude that he had at least some memories.
I asked Senpai Inomoto about this.
「
」
「
」
I looked at Nakamura, looking for the right moment to run away. But when our eyes unexpectedly met, Nakamura shrugged his shoulders and spoke.
「
disappeared right after I was born. To be honest, I don’t really understand the situation either」
「
」
Inomoto-senpai raised an eyebrow.
However, knowing the general situation, it was easy to imagine who he was referring to. It was…
（
）
Then, with a big smile on his face, Nakamura continue to spoke.
「
」
「
」
It was around midnight. At this point I had no way of knowing that Confinement King-sama was watching the third round of SMM lesbian play.
And now, Inomoto-senpai and I, with handheld lights in hand, are patrolling the area around the scene of the cop’s murder.
When we arrived in front of the Kobayashi house, the scene of the cop’s murder, it still had yellow tape stuck to the gate.
Not even a single light is lit on the house, and the area around the modern white-walled Kobayashi residence is silent.
To begin with, this area is normally a quiet residential area.
In the daytime, there were some onlookers who came to see the scene of the murder, but late at night, there are no such idiots to be seen.
「
」
「
」
「
」
Unless the culprit is caught, it is impossible to sleep peacefully with the pillow high, and this splendid house has now become an accidental property.
Suddenly, Inomoto-senpai stopped and began to look around, illuminating his feet with a handheld light, as if searching for something.
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
Inomoto-senpai’s cheek twitched in amusement.
But in fact, the hedges surrounding the Kobayashi house were as tall as Inomoto-senpai.
Even an Olympic weightlifter or a professional martial artist would not be able to break victim’s neck so fast that he could not even resist, let alone carry a person and throw him over this height… I can understand why people want to conclude that this is the work of the devil.
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
Inomoto-senpai raised his eyebrows a little, then cowered a little.
「
」
「
」
At about the same time I nodded, I heard footsteps like leather shoes coming from the end of the street.
Because it was quiet at night, and there was no sign of a car passing, the mere sound of leather shoes resonates so loudly.
Of course, this is not a deserted wilderness. Even late at night, there is nothing wrong with an exhausted office worker passing by.
But…
「
」
「
」
「
」
Senpai Inomoto and I looked at each other and braced ourselves when we heard a familiar voice coming from behind the darkness.
「
」
The sound of footsteps slowly approaching, and the figure of the person is illuminated in the shadows of the streetlight.
「
」
Senpai Inomoto pointed his handheld light at the figure, and we all gasped.
「
」
Inomoto-senpai said in a voice that sounded as if his voice was being squeezed out of the back of his throat, and Nakamura mouth twisted slightly.
Needless to say, that’s my ex-fiancé, Takehiko Nakamura.
–However, his appearance is not normal.
「
」
He was supposed to be in his forties, but his appearance had transformed into something that could only be described as late teens.
But there was no way I could mistake him.
In spite of all odds, he was the man I had once vowed to marry.
Silver-rimmed glasses and a good-looking face.
His hair is no longer in the usual seven-three style, but is dishevelled and unkempt, as if he has not even combed it, but the brown suit he is wearing is familiar.
It is a one-of-a-kind suit with a traditional silhouette, tailored by a Ginza tailor. It’s the one he liked to wear.
「
」
Senpai Inomoto, perhaps thirsty with nervousness, let out a choked voice.
（
）
She had said that there was a high possibility that Nakamura would target me, and it was right.
On the contrary, from what he said earlier, it seems that Nakamura was hiding in the apartment, waiting for me.
I recalled what Lili-sama had told me beforehand.
She said that a Majin is a human who has turned into a Devil.
Depending on how they turn into Majin, some of them still have their memories and reasoning from when they were human, while others do not.
And judging from Nakamura’s remark earlier, I can conclude that he had at least some memories.
I asked Senpai Inomoto about this.
「
」
「
」
I looked at Nakamura, looking for the right moment to run away. But when our eyes unexpectedly met, Nakamura shrugged his shoulders and spoke.
「
disappeared right after I was born. To be honest, I don’t really understand the situation either」
「
」
Inomoto-senpai raised an eyebrow.
However, knowing the general situation, it was easy to imagine who he was referring to. It was…
（
）
Then, with a big smile on his face, Nakamura continue to spoke.
「
」
「
」
It was around midnight. At this point I had no way of knowing that Confinement King-sama was watching the third round of SMM lesbian play.
And now, Inomoto-senpai and I, with handheld lights in hand, are patrolling the area around the scene of the cop’s murder.
When we arrived in front of the Kobayashi house, the scene of the cop’s murder, it still had yellow tape stuck to the gate.
Not even a single light is lit on the house, and the area around the modern white-walled Kobayashi residence is silent.
To begin with, this area is normally a quiet residential area.
In the daytime, there were some onlookers who came to see the scene of the murder, but late at night, there are no such idiots to be seen.
「
」
「
」
「
」
Unless the culprit is caught, it is impossible to sleep peacefully with the pillow high, and this splendid house has now become an accidental property.
Suddenly, Inomoto-senpai stopped and began to look around, illuminating his feet with a handheld light, as if searching for something.
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
Inomoto-senpai’s cheek twitched in amusement.
But in fact, the hedges surrounding the Kobayashi house were as tall as Inomoto-senpai.
Even an Olympic weightlifter or a professional martial artist would not be able to break victim’s neck so fast that he could not even resist, let alone carry a person and throw him over this height… I can understand why people want to conclude that this is the work of the devil.
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
Inomoto-senpai raised his eyebrows a little, then cowered a little.
「
」
「
」
At about the same time I nodded, I heard footsteps like leather shoes coming from the end of the street.
Because it was quiet at night, and there was no sign of a car passing, the mere sound of leather shoes resonates so loudly.
Of course, this is not a deserted wilderness. Even late at night, there is nothing wrong with an exhausted office worker passing by.
But…
「
」
「
」
「
」
Senpai Inomoto and I looked at each other and braced ourselves when we heard a familiar voice coming from behind the darkness.
「
」
The sound of footsteps slowly approaching, and the figure of the person is illuminated in the shadows of the streetlight.
「
」
Senpai Inomoto pointed his handheld light at the figure, and we all gasped.
「
」
Inomoto-senpai said in a voice that sounded as if his voice was being squeezed out of the back of his throat, and Nakamura mouth twisted slightly.
Needless to say, that’s my ex-fiancé, Takehiko Nakamura.
–However, his appearance is not normal.
「
」
He was supposed to be in his forties, but his appearance had transformed into something that could only be described as late teens.
But there was no way I could mistake him.
In spite of all odds, he was the man I had once vowed to marry.
Silver-rimmed glasses and a good-looking face.
His hair is no longer in the usual seven-three style, but is dishevelled and unkempt, as if he has not even combed it, but the brown suit he is wearing is familiar.
It is a one-of-a-kind suit with a traditional silhouette, tailored by a Ginza tailor. It’s the one he liked to wear.
「
」
Senpai Inomoto, perhaps thirsty with nervousness, let out a choked voice.
（
）
She had said that there was a high possibility that Nakamura would target me, and it was right.
On the contrary, from what he said earlier, it seems that Nakamura was hiding in the apartment, waiting for me.
I recalled what Lili-sama had told me beforehand.
She said that a Majin is a human who has turned into a Devil.
Depending on how they turn into Majin, some of them still have their memories and reasoning from when they were human, while others do not.
And judging from Nakamura’s remark earlier, I can conclude that he had at least some memories.
I asked Senpai Inomoto about this.
「
」
「
」
I looked at Nakamura, looking for the right moment to run away. But when our eyes unexpectedly met, Nakamura shrugged his shoulders and spoke.
「
disappeared right after I was born. To be honest, I don’t really understand the situation either」
「
」
Inomoto-senpai raised an eyebrow.
However, knowing the general situation, it was easy to imagine who he was referring to. It was…
（
）
Then, with a big smile on his face, Nakamura continue to spoke.
「
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Chapter 281
Chapter 281: Majin Attack
「It’s already been reported, so I don’t think the culprit will be able to get close to them anymore…」
「
」
It was around midnight. At this point I had no way of knowing that Confinement King-sama was watching the third round of SM lesbian play.
And now, Inomoto-senpai and I, with handheld lights in hand, are patrolling the area around the scene of the cop’s murder.
When we arrived in front of the Kobayashi house, the scene of the cop’s murder, it still had yellow tape stuck to the gate.
Not even a single light is lit on the house, and the area around the modern white-walled Kobayashi residence is silent.
To begin with, this area is normally a quiet residential area.
In the daytime, there were some onlookers who came to see the scene of the murder, but late at night, there are no such idiots to be seen.
「
」
「
」
「
」
Unless the culprit is caught, it is impossible to sleep peacefully with the pillow high, and this splendid house has now become an accidental property.
Suddenly, Inomoto-senpai stopped and began to look around, illuminating his feet with a handheld light, as if searching for something.
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
Inomoto-senpai’s cheek twitched in amusement.
But in fact, the hedges surrounding the Kobayashi house were as tall as Inomoto-senpai.
Even an Olympic weightlifter or a professional martial artist would not be able to break victim’s neck so fast that he could not even resist, let alone carry a person and throw him over this height… I can understand why people want to conclude that this is the work of the devil.
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
Inomoto-senpai raised his eyebrows a little, then cowered a little.
「
」
「
」
At about the same time I nodded, I heard footsteps like leather shoes coming from the end of the street.
Because it was quiet at night, and there was no sign of a car passing, the mere sound of leather shoes resonates so loudly.
Of course, this is not a deserted wilderness. Even late at night, there is nothing wrong with an exhausted office worker passing by.
But…
「
」
「
」
「
」
Senpai Inomoto and I looked at each other and braced ourselves when we heard a familiar voice coming from behind the darkness.
「
」
The sound of footsteps slowly approaching, and the figure of the person is illuminated in the shadows of the streetlight.
「
」
Senpai Inomoto pointed his handheld light at the figure, and we all gasped.
「
」
Inomoto-senpai said in a voice that sounded as if his voice was being squeezed out of the back of his throat, and Nakamura mouth twisted slightly.
Needless to say, that’s my ex-fiancé, Takehiko Nakamura.
–However, his appearance is not normal.
「
」
He was supposed to be in his forties, but his appearance had transformed into something that could only be described as late teens.
But there was no way I could mistake him.
In spite of all odds, he was the man I had once vowed to marry.
Silver-rimmed glasses and a good-looking face.
His hair is no longer in the usual seven-three style, but is dishevelled and unkempt, as if he has not even combed it, but the brown suit he is wearing is familiar.
It is a one-of-a-kind suit with a traditional silhouette, tailored by a Ginza tailor. It’s the one he liked to wear.
「
」
Senpai Inomoto, perhaps thirsty with nervousness, let out a choked voice.
（
）
She had said that there was a high possibility that Nakamura would target me, and it was right.
On the contrary, from what he said earlier, it seems that Nakamura was hiding in the apartment, waiting for me.
I recalled what Lili-sama had told me beforehand.
She said that a Majin is a human who has turned into a Devil.
Depending on how they turn into Majin, some of them still have their memories and reasoning from when they were human, while others do not.
And judging from Nakamura’s remark earlier, I can conclude that he had at least some memories.
I asked Senpai Inomoto about this.
「
」
「
」
I looked at Nakamura, looking for the right moment to run away. But when our eyes unexpectedly met, Nakamura shrugged his shoulders and spoke.
「
disappeared right after I was born. To be honest, I don’t really understand the situation either」
「
」
Inomoto-senpai raised an eyebrow.
However, knowing the general situation, it was easy to imagine who he was referring to. It was…
（
）
Then, with a big smile on his face, Nakamura continue to spoke.
「
」
「It’s already been reported, so I don’t think the culprit will be able to get close to them anymore…」
「
」
It was around midnight. At this point I had no way of knowing that Confinement King-sama was watching the third round of SMM lesbian play.
And now, Inomoto-senpai and I, with handheld lights in hand, are patrolling the area around the scene of the cop’s murder.
When we arrived in front of the Kobayashi house, the scene of the cop’s murder, it still had yellow tape stuck to the gate.
Not even a single light is lit on the house, and the area around the modern white-walled Kobayashi residence is silent.
To begin with, this area is normally a quiet residential area.
In the daytime, there were some onlookers who came to see the scene of the murder, but late at night, there are no such idiots to be seen.
「
」
「
」
「
」
Unless the culprit is caught, it is impossible to sleep peacefully with the pillow high, and this splendid house has now become an accidental property.
Suddenly, Inomoto-senpai stopped and began to look around, illuminating his feet with a handheld light, as if searching for something.
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
Inomoto-senpai’s cheek twitched in amusement.
But in fact, the hedges surrounding the Kobayashi house were as tall as Inomoto-senpai.
Even an Olympic weightlifter or a professional martial artist would not be able to break victim’s neck so fast that he could not even resist, let alone carry a person and throw him over this height… I can understand why people want to conclude that this is the work of the devil.
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
Inomoto-senpai raised his eyebrows a little, then cowered a little.
「
」
「
」
At about the same time I nodded, I heard footsteps like leather shoes coming from the end of the street.
Because it was quiet at night, and there was no sign of a car passing, the mere sound of leather shoes resonates so loudly.
Of course, this is not a deserted wilderness. Even late at night, there is nothing wrong with an exhausted office worker passing by.
But…
「
」
「
」
「
」
Senpai Inomoto and I looked at each other and braced ourselves when we heard a familiar voice coming from behind the darkness.
「
」
The sound of footsteps slowly approaching, and the figure of the person is illuminated in the shadows of the streetlight.
「
」
Senpai Inomoto pointed his handheld light at the figure, and we all gasped.
「
」
Inomoto-senpai said in a voice that sounded as if his voice was being squeezed out of the back of his throat, and Nakamura mouth twisted slightly.
Needless to say, that’s my ex-fiancé, Takehiko Nakamura.
–However, his appearance is not normal.
「
」
He was supposed to be in his forties, but his appearance had transformed into something that could only be described as late teens.
But there was no way I could mistake him.
In spite of all odds, he was the man I had once vowed to marry.
Silver-rimmed glasses and a good-looking face.
His hair is no longer in the usual seven-three style, but is dishevelled and unkempt, as if he has not even combed it, but the brown suit he is wearing is familiar.
It is a one-of-a-kind suit with a traditional silhouette, tailored by a Ginza tailor. It’s the one he liked to wear.
「
」
Senpai Inomoto, perhaps thirsty with nervousness, let out a choked voice.
（
）
She had said that there was a high possibility that Nakamura would target me, and it was right.
On the contrary, from what he said earlier, it seems that Nakamura was hiding in the apartment, waiting for me.
I recalled what Lili-sama had told me beforehand.
She said that a Majin is a human who has turned into a Devil.
Depending on how they turn into Majin, some of them still have their memories and reasoning from when they were human, while others do not.
And judging from Nakamura’s remark earlier, I can conclude that he had at least some memories.
I asked Senpai Inomoto about this.
「
」
「
」
I looked at Nakamura, looking for the right moment to run away. But when our eyes unexpectedly met, Nakamura shrugged his shoulders and spoke.
「
disappeared right after I was born. To be honest, I don’t really understand the situation either」
「
」
Inomoto-senpai raised an eyebrow.
However, knowing the general situation, it was easy to imagine who he was referring to. It was…
（
）
Then, with a big smile on his face, Nakamura continue to spoke.
「
」
「It’s already been reported, so I don’t think the culprit will be able to get close to them anymore…」
「
」
It was around midnight. At this point I had no way of knowing that Confinement King-sama was watching the third round of SMM lesbian play.
And now, Inomoto-senpai and I, with handheld lights in hand, are patrolling the area around the scene of the cop’s murder.
When we arrived in front of the Kobayashi house, the scene of the cop’s murder, it still had yellow tape stuck to the gate.
Not even a single light is lit on the house, and the area around the modern white-walled Kobayashi residence is silent.
To begin with, this area is normally a quiet residential area.
In the daytime, there were some onlookers who came to see the scene of the murder, but late at night, there are no such idiots to be seen.
「
」
「
」
「
」
Unless the culprit is caught, it is impossible to sleep peacefully with the pillow high, and this splendid house has now become an accidental property.
Suddenly, Inomoto-senpai stopped and began to look around, illuminating his feet with a handheld light, as if searching for something.
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
Inomoto-senpai’s cheek twitched in amusement.
But in fact, the hedges surrounding the Kobayashi house were as tall as Inomoto-senpai.
Even an Olympic weightlifter or a professional martial artist would not be able to break victim’s neck so fast that he could not even resist, let alone carry a person and throw him over this height… I can understand why people want to conclude that this is the work of the devil.
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
Inomoto-senpai raised his eyebrows a little, then cowered a little.
「
」
「
」
At about the same time I nodded, I heard footsteps like leather shoes coming from the end of the street.
Because it was quiet at night, and there was no sign of a car passing, the mere sound of leather shoes resonates so loudly.
Of course, this is not a deserted wilderness. Even late at night, there is nothing wrong with an exhausted office worker passing by.
But…
「
」
「
」
「
」
Senpai Inomoto and I looked at each other and braced ourselves when we heard a familiar voice coming from behind the darkness.
「
」
The sound of footsteps slowly approaching, and the figure of the person is illuminated in the shadows of the streetlight.
「
」
Senpai Inomoto pointed his handheld light at the figure, and we all gasped.
「
」
Inomoto-senpai said in a voice that sounded as if his voice was being squeezed out of the back of his throat, and Nakamura mouth twisted slightly.
Needless to say, that’s my ex-fiancé, Takehiko Nakamura.
–However, his appearance is not normal.
「
」
He was supposed to be in his forties, but his appearance had transformed into something that could only be described as late teens.
But there was no way I could mistake him.
In spite of all odds, he was the man I had once vowed to marry.
Silver-rimmed glasses and a good-looking face.
His hair is no longer in the usual seven-three style, but is dishevelled and unkempt, as if he has not even combed it, but the brown suit he is wearing is familiar.
It is a one-of-a-kind suit with a traditional silhouette, tailored by a Ginza tailor. It’s the one he liked to wear.
「
」
Senpai Inomoto, perhaps thirsty with nervousness, let out a choked voice.
（
）
She had said that there was a high possibility that Nakamura would target me, and it was right.
On the contrary, from what he said earlier, it seems that Nakamura was hiding in the apartment, waiting for me.
I recalled what Lili-sama had told me beforehand.
She said that a Majin is a human who has turned into a Devil.
Depending on how they turn into Majin, some of them still have their memories and reasoning from when they were human, while others do not.
And judging from Nakamura’s remark earlier, I can conclude that he had at least some memories.
I asked Senpai Inomoto about this.
「
」
「
」
I looked at Nakamura, looking for the right moment to run away. But when our eyes unexpectedly met, Nakamura shrugged his shoulders and spoke.
「
disappeared right after I was born. To be honest, I don’t really understand the situation either」
「
」
Inomoto-senpai raised an eyebrow.
However, knowing the general situation, it was easy to imagine who he was referring to. It was…
（
）
Then, with a big smile on his face, Nakamura continue to spoke.
「
」
「It’s already been reported, so I don’t think the culprit will be able to get close to them anymore…」
「
」
It was around midnight. At this point I had no way of knowing that Confinement King-sama was watching the third round of SMM lesbian play.
And now, Inomoto-senpai and I, with handheld lights in hand, are patrolling the area around the scene of the cop’s murder.
When we arrived in front of the Kobayashi house, the scene of the cop’s murder, it still had yellow tape stuck to the gate.
Not even a single light is lit on the house, and the area around the modern white-walled Kobayashi residence is silent.
To begin with, this area is normally a quiet residential area.
In the daytime, there were some onlookers who came to see the scene of the murder, but late at night, there are no such idiots to be seen.
「
」
「
」
「
」
Unless the culprit is caught, it is impossible to sleep peacefully with the pillow high, and this splendid house has now become an accidental property.
Suddenly, Inomoto-senpai stopped and began to look around, illuminating his feet with a handheld light, as if searching for something.
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
Inomoto-senpai’s cheek twitched in amusement.
But in fact, the hedges surrounding the Kobayashi house were as tall as Inomoto-senpai.
Even an Olympic weightlifter or a professional martial artist would not be able to break victim’s neck so fast that he could not even resist, let alone carry a person and throw him over this height… I can understand why people want to conclude that this is the work of the devil.
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
Inomoto-senpai raised his eyebrows a little, then cowered a little.
「
」
「
」
At about the same time I nodded, I heard footsteps like leather shoes coming from the end of the street.
Because it was quiet at night, and there was no sign of a car passing, the mere sound of leather shoes resonates so loudly.
Of course, this is not a deserted wilderness. Even late at night, there is nothing wrong with an exhausted office worker passing by.
But…
「
」
「
」
「
」
Senpai Inomoto and I looked at each other and braced ourselves when we heard a familiar voice coming from behind the darkness.
「
」
The sound of footsteps slowly approaching, and the figure of the person is illuminated in the shadows of the streetlight.
「
」
Senpai Inomoto pointed his handheld light at the figure, and we all gasped.
「
」
Inomoto-senpai said in a voice that sounded as if his voice was being squeezed out of the back of his throat, and Nakamura mouth twisted slightly.
Needless to say, that’s my ex-fiancé, Takehiko Nakamura.
–However, his appearance is not normal.
「
」
He was supposed to be in his forties, but his appearance had transformed into something that could only be described as late teens.
But there was no way I could mistake him.
In spite of all odds, he was the man I had once vowed to marry.
Silver-rimmed glasses and a good-looking face.
His hair is no longer in the usual seven-three style, but is dishevelled and unkempt, as if he has not even combed it, but the brown suit he is wearing is familiar.
It is a one-of-a-kind suit with a traditional silhouette, tailored by a Ginza tailor. It’s the one he liked to wear.
「
」
Senpai Inomoto, perhaps thirsty with nervousness, let out a choked voice.
（
）
She had said that there was a high possibility that Nakamura would target me, and it was right.
On the contrary, from what he said earlier, it seems that Nakamura was hiding in the apartment, waiting for me.
I recalled what Lili-sama had told me beforehand.
She said that a Majin is a human who has turned into a Devil.
Depending on how they turn into Majin, some of them still have their memories and reasoning from when they were human, while others do not.
And judging from Nakamura’s remark earlier, I can conclude that he had at least some memories.
I asked Senpai Inomoto about this.
「
」
「
」
I looked at Nakamura, looking for the right moment to run away. But when our eyes unexpectedly met, Nakamura shrugged his shoulders and spoke.
「
disappeared right after I was born. To be honest, I don’t really understand the situation either」
「
」
Inomoto-senpai raised an eyebrow.
However, knowing the general situation, it was easy to imagine who he was referring to. It was…
（
）
Then, with a big smile on his face, Nakamura continue to spoke.
「
」
「It’s already been reported, so I don’t think the culprit will be able to get close to them anymore…」
「
」
It was around midnight. At this point I had no way of knowing that Confinement King-sama was watching the third round of SMM lesbian play.
And now, Inomoto-senpai and I, with handheld lights in hand, are patrolling the area around the scene of the cop’s murder.
When we arrived in front of the Kobayashi house, the scene of the cop’s murder, it still had yellow tape stuck to the gate.
Not even a single light is lit on the house, and the area around the modern white-walled Kobayashi residence is silent.
To begin with, this area is normally a quiet residential area.
In the daytime, there were some onlookers who came to see the scene of the murder, but late at night, there are no such idiots to be seen.
「
」
「
」
「
」
Unless the culprit is caught, it is impossible to sleep peacefully with the pillow high, and this splendid house has now become an accidental property.
Suddenly, Inomoto-senpai stopped and began to look around, illuminating his feet with a handheld light, as if searching for something.
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
Inomoto-senpai’s cheek twitched in amusement.
But in fact, the hedges surrounding the Kobayashi house were as tall as Inomoto-senpai.
Even an Olympic weightlifter or a professional martial artist would not be able to break victim’s neck so fast that he could not even resist, let alone carry a person and throw him over this height… I can understand why people want to conclude that this is the work of the devil.
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
Inomoto-senpai raised his eyebrows a little, then cowered a little.
「
」
「
」
At about the same time I nodded, I heard footsteps like leather shoes coming from the end of the street.
Because it was quiet at night, and there was no sign of a car passing, the mere sound of leather shoes resonates so loudly.
Of course, this is not a deserted wilderness. Even late at night, there is nothing wrong with an exhausted office worker passing by.
But…
「
」
「
」
「
」
Senpai Inomoto and I looked at each other and braced ourselves when we heard a familiar voice coming from behind the darkness.
josei
「
」
The sound of footsteps slowly approaching, and the figure of the person is illuminated in the shadows of the streetlight.
「
」
Senpai Inomoto pointed his handheld light at the figure, and we all gasped.
「
」
Inomoto-senpai said in a voice that sounded as if his voice was being squeezed out of the back of his throat, and Nakamura mouth twisted slightly.
Needless to say, that’s my ex-fiancé, Takehiko Nakamura.
–However, his appearance is not normal.
「
」
He was supposed to be in his forties, but his appearance had transformed into something that could only be described as late teens.
But there was no way I could mistake him.
In spite of all odds, he was the man I had once vowed to marry.
Silver-rimmed glasses and a good-looking face.
His hair is no longer in the usual seven-three style, but is dishevelled and unkempt, as if he has not even combed it, but the brown suit he is wearing is familiar.
It is a one-of-a-kind suit with a traditional silhouette, tailored by a Ginza tailor. It’s the one he liked to wear.
「
」
Senpai Inomoto, perhaps thirsty with nervousness, let out a choked voice.
（
）
She had said that there was a high possibility that Nakamura would target me, and it was right.
On the contrary, from what he said earlier, it seems that Nakamura was hiding in the apartment, waiting for me.
I recalled what Lili-sama had told me beforehand.
She said that a Majin is a human who has turned into a Devil.
Depending on how they turn into Majin, some of them still have their memories and reasoning from when they were human, while others do not.
And judging from Nakamura’s remark earlier, I can conclude that he had at least some memories.
I asked Senpai Inomoto about this.
「
」
「
」
I looked at Nakamura, looking for the right moment to run away. But when our eyes unexpectedly met, Nakamura shrugged his shoulders and spoke.
「
disappeared right after I was born. To be honest, I don’t really understand the situation either」
「
」
Inomoto-senpai raised an eyebrow.
However, knowing the general situation, it was easy to imagine who he was referring to. It was…
（
）
Then, with a big smile on his face, Nakamura continue to spoke.
「
」
「It’s already been reported, so I don’t think the culprit will be able to get close to them anymore…」
「
」
It was around midnight. At this point I had no way of knowing that Confinement King-sama was watching the third round of SMM lesbian play.
And now, Inomoto-senpai and I, with handheld lights in hand, are patrolling the area around the scene of the cop’s murder.
When we arrived in front of the Kobayashi house, the scene of the cop’s murder, it still had yellow tape stuck to the gate.
Not even a single light is lit on the house, and the area around the modern white-walled Kobayashi residence is silent.
To begin with, this area is normally a quiet residential area.
In the daytime, there were some onlookers who came to see the scene of the murder, but late at night, there are no such idiots to be seen.
「
」
「
」
「
」
Unless the culprit is caught, it is impossible to sleep peacefully with the pillow high, and this splendid house has now become an accidental property.
Suddenly, Inomoto-senpai stopped and began to look around, illuminating his feet with a handheld light, as if searching for something.
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
Inomoto-senpai’s cheek twitched in amusement.
But in fact, the hedges surrounding the Kobayashi house were as tall as Inomoto-senpai.
Even an Olympic weightlifter or a professional martial artist would not be able to break victim’s neck so fast that he could not even resist, let alone carry a person and throw him over this height… I can understand why people want to conclude that this is the work of the devil.
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
「
」
Inomoto-senpai raised his eyebrows a little, then cowered a little.
「
」
「
」
At about the same time I nodded, I heard footsteps like leather shoes coming from the end of the street.
Because it was quiet at night, and there was no sign of a car passing, the mere sound of leather shoes resonates so loudly.
Of course, this is not a deserted wilderness. Even late at night, there is nothing wrong with an exhausted office worker passing by.
But…
「
」
「
」
「
」
Senpai Inomoto and I looked at each other and braced ourselves when we heard a familiar voice coming from behind the darkness.
「
」
The sound of footsteps slowly approaching, and the figure of the person is illuminated in the shadows of the streetlight.
「
」
Senpai Inomoto pointed his handheld light at the figure, and we all gasped.
「
」
Inomoto-senpai said in a voice that sounded as if his voice was being squeezed out of the back of his throat, and Nakamura mouth twisted slightly.
Needless to say, that’s my ex-fiancé, Takehiko Nakamura.
–However, his appearance is not normal.
「
」
He was supposed to be in his forties, but his appearance had transformed into something that could only be described as late teens.
But there was no way I could mistake him.
In spite of all odds, he was the man I had once vowed to marry.
Silver-rimmed glasses and a good-looking face.
His hair is no longer in the usual seven-three style, but is dishevelled and unkempt, as if he has not even combed it, but the brown suit he is wearing is familiar.
It is a one-of-a-kind suit with a traditional silhouette, tailored by a Ginza tailor. It’s the one he liked to wear.
「
」
Senpai Inomoto, perhaps thirsty with nervousness, let out a choked voice.
（
）
She had said that there was a high possibility that Nakamura would target me, and it was right.
On the contrary, from what he said earlier, it seems that Nakamura was hiding in the apartment, waiting for me.
I recalled what Lili-sama had told me beforehand.
She said that a Majin is a human who has turned into a Devil.
Depending on how they turn into Majin, some of them still have their memories and reasoning from when they were human, while others do not.
And judging from Nakamura’s remark earlier, I can conclude that he had at least some memories.
I asked Senpai Inomoto about this.
「
」
「
」
I looked at Nakamura, looking for the right moment to run away. But when our eyes unexpectedly met, Nakamura shrugged his shoulders and spoke.
「
disappeared right after I was born. To be honest, I don’t really understand the situation either」
「
」
Inomoto-senpai raised an eyebrow.
However, knowing the general situation, it was easy to imagine who he was referring to. It was…
（
）
Then, with a big smile on his face, Nakamura continue to spoke.
「
」