[Psycho-Pass] Princess Disease

It was too late for Rihuako to submit her application for joining the department, and she didn't know that there was only one vacancy left in the art department.She's never lacking in confidence, she's always the best, and this time is no exception.

But this time she had some doubts.

She asked the senior director of the art department who was in charge of the selection: "Why. I saw better works when I submitted the application."

She remembered the random paintings on Shibata Yukimori's desk, and there was indeed a very good work among them, without any flaws in technique.

"Because our official instructor is the dean of students. He said that entering the art department is not a beauty pageant, so he directly rejected the freshman in high school." The senior minister said in wonder, "He thought her hair was dyed, and he didn't even explain her hair. She scolded her severely without giving any explanation. Although Teacher Shibata really wanted to help, the dean of students pushed her out of the door immediately and slammed the door hard."

"It's so miserable." Li Huazi felt lucky for the first time, because she knew the gap between the two sides, "This new teacher is really a terrible man."

"Obviously he is full of prejudice against women, and the group of students in the student union will let him know who is in charge here." The minister put the new potted plant he brought on the balcony, "How could the previous pot be blown down by the wind. I brought I got a heavier one, so it shouldn’t fall this time.”

"..." Li Huazi remained silent, she really didn't throw the pot down on purpose.

Lu Muchun, who was severely reprimanded by the dean of students by pulling her hair and was turned away, was in a worrying situation at the moment.

Her head teacher found a good place for her and put her in the sports department, which is currently the only one lacking people.

For her with a lung capacity of only a few hundred, this is simply not a human thing to do.

In the warm-up stage, the seniors ran laps energetically, but she had already fallen behind by a few laps.

And when she stopped lazily, a basketball flying from the next court rubbed against her finger, and a piece of nail on her right index finger was lifted, and the pryed-off place immediately bled profusely.

"It looks like it hurts."

Hearing the girl's gentle voice, Jun raised his head.

Ryoko Sakura, a senior in the third grade and now the head of the sports department, stopped in front of her. She took out two band-aids and carefully bandaged her.

Ryoko Sakura is about the same height as her, with a slender figure but always very energetic, and she is quite beautiful. At this moment, the black eyes on her face are as dazzling as stars.

Although Chun, who is two years younger than Ryoko, should appear more energetic, but Chun always looks weak, with a bit of idleness all day long.

"What a good boy." Ryoko showed a refreshing smile, stroked her hair lightly, and left her.

"What kind of logic is this?" Chun muttered in a low voice, and slowly walked to the bottom of the auditorium in the gymnasium, and sat on the bench carelessly. This guy came to the conclusion that she was a good child.

Simply unhuman, Sports Department.

I don't know where Hitoko Kirino is doing club activities now.The day after tomorrow is Friday, Tongzi will go home, back to her parents' home.The girl has black hair and dark eyes, she is like a purebred cat with good bloodlines.Although her father is a quasi-Japanese of Italian nationality.

Thinking of Hitomi's appearance, Chun couldn't help but feel discouraged by her chestnut hair. Whether it was the color of her hair or the color of her eyes, she conveyed a message of weird blood.

……

...

One month after the start of school, the impetuous atmosphere on campus gradually disappeared.

Everyone has completely switched from the relaxed mode of summer vacation back to the rigorous study state.

The social science teacher who gave her a perverted impression at the beginning also took time to prove to her classmates how gentle and humble he was, and quickly gained the respect of the students.

After finishing the exercises on the social science test paper, Chun turned the pen in his hand.At this time, she caught a glimpse of Kozaburo Fujima, who was sitting in front of the podium and invigilating the exam, spinning a metal ballpoint pen with his left hand.

She always felt that the pen that was spinning flexibly at his fingertips at this moment might suddenly fly out and stick into someone's eyeballs or body.

What kind of mood is this? Looking at the ballpoint pen that was still turning around as if it was already alive, she could hardly take her eyes off it.

When it poked into the eyes of that middle-aged man in a certain time and space, at that time, what kind of mood did I have in a certain parallel world to watch that scene.

A melancholy mingled with a strange sense of loss was brewing somewhere in the mind.

When she came to her senses, she withdrew her gaze, but accidentally saw Tong Zi, who was a few seats away from her, also staring at the podium with rapt attention.What Hitomi looked at was not a ballpoint pen.

……

...

After class on Thursday, she has been sitting on the steps of the back door of the teaching building.

Until she received a text message from that person, she told herself that she didn't have to go home this week because she was going on a long trip.A sense of liberated relief enveloped her whole body.After putting away the phone, she looked up with a long-lost bright smile on her face, but that smile froze instantly when she saw the object in front of her.

Kozaburo Fujima looked at her with a gentle smile on his face.Although it is not as bright as her smile, it is quite a warm smile.

But because she had an unpleasant conversation with him, this gentle smile had a lingering perverted meaning in her eyes.

I don't know if it's because she sees people through colored glasses subjectively, or if the colored glasses should exist objectively.

He stood quietly at the bottom of the steps two meters away from her, still resting on her eyes with a slightly uncomfortable sticky gaze.

He opened his mouth slowly, with some sincere doubts in his expression: "I vaguely noticed it at the beginning, where have you seen me? When you saw me that morning, your eyes seemed to be someone who shouldn't be at all. Existing things are the same."

It was the first time he had spoken to her since the first day of school.What a normal speech compared to the grove dialogue.

Pure stared at the ground silently, thinking that she couldn't say that before meeting him, she had dreamed about half a year like a serial drama with him as the hero.It seems that there are still a lot of restricted content. If the truth is told, she has become a pervert with a lower level than him.

"It's fine if you don't talk about it. But I want to remind you not to sit on the cold ground." He said softly, walking up the steps, his expression became careless, "I will have menstrual cramps."

"...!" As the distance between him and her drew closer, she immediately stood up from the ground, "Are you a pervert?"

"I don't know..." When passing by her, he raised his eyes and glanced at her slightly, "Are you a stalker?"

"What?" She lowered her voice.

"You followed someone to the woods that day..." he said.

"Hmm... ah...?!"

"Do you want her?" His tone was soft, just like his gaze, he would gently wrap around the other party like a snake, gradually making people feel breathless.

"She..." Chun realized who he was talking about, and flatly denied it, "No! How could it be... I don't like women."

His expression became softer, but Jun felt that the snake-like soft and wet feeling adhering to her face was even more repulsive.

"Why are you nervous? I didn't say you like women." His tone was ambiguous, and his cold breath wrapped around her face, lingering, "Or do you think I'm a sensual maniac who will treat you What kind of interest is there in a child who is about to die in a single toss?"

Chun breathed a sigh of relief, this man is indeed a pervert.

But... she felt intense anger.If the dream is a fragment of a parallel world, then why is she not angry.Kame Jun in the parallel world also represents the possibility of her as a person, and she feels that those who have died countless times have been severely scummed by this person.

Since there is a physical relationship, why is he still obsessed with her...

Before she knew it, she had raised her hand with a numb expression, and slapped him hard.

She said in a vicious tone: "You are not only a pervert, but also a scum."

The unprovoked violence dissipated her equally unprovoked anger.

However, the scene where she seemed to be in a dark scene and raised her hand and slapped someone severely flashed through her mind.

That she said in a strangely lighthearted tone "I did it, I killed her. But can you kill me. Why don't you try. Why can't you do it."

This fragment that seemed to imply something made her lose confidence again, and the urge to poke his throat with a pencil just now turned into pale nothingness.

Kosaburo Fujima's expression did not change, he observed her with a calm expression as if he could see through the world.She had no strength at all, and she didn't leave any marks on his face at all.

"Forgive you if you kiss," he said after a moment's silence.

"Why do you think I want to ask for your forgiveness? Do perverts feel good about themselves?" She thought he was really logical.

"If I don't forgive you, do you know what I will do." His sick, soft tone lingered in her ears.

"Okay!" She suddenly said loudly, her heart was covered with an unreasonable heaviness, this was not how she should feel, as if she was sad because of something, "Kill me!"

"I want to forgive you." He took out the metal ballpoint pen from his shirt pocket with an indifferent expression.

He pulled her collar and wrote something on it.Then he raised her face and kissed her with a shameless and elegant movement, the movement was as smooth as flowing water, without the slightest gap to break free.

She stared at him in surprise, completely unaware that the ballpoint pen didn't poke into her eyeball.

She whispered: "It's too bad."

She repeated, "It sucks. You're going to die, you're going to die badly."

Why on earth did she get involved with this kind of person in those past worlds, and why did she have such a strong dependence on him?Obviously a shameless pervert, crazy.

If it's true love, abnormal neuropathy doesn't matter.But he obviously likes someone else.

No matter which world he is in, he is so attached to Tongye Tongzi.

It must be because of the accumulation of hundreds of millions of times of anger and jealousy, and the desire to give up on him, that I have the current self, the current self that has no feelings for him.

"Unfortunate death? Is it a curse that anyone who falls in love with you will die? It's too weak, I have learned it a long time ago." He said frivolously and held her wrist.

He had come back to pick up something he had forgotten, and now he dragged her to the office despite her protests.

"What did you mean by that?" She rubbed her wrist while looking at him.

He was in a good mood to rummage through things: "You don't know that I have a more serious curse, and those who fall in love with me will die, Your Royal Highness."

There was a slight change in her tired disdain for seeing him as a pervert.

Hasn't she been missing such an opportunity all along?Escape...what is imprisoning her... If it is not the society, the school or the family, then the only way to find the reason is in yourself.All the emptiness and boredom can only be attributed to herself—it is this impotent body that imprisons her soul.

Who has the courage to remove this cage, to free the real her from the cage of her body, to let her truly gain life from the bondage.

In Chubby's persuasion of pestering her day after day, she already knew that no matter which fragments happened, there was no possibility of her being killed by him.

Why not give it a try, new possibilities.

Why don't you go and see the expression on him killing her with his own hands.

An almost malicious anticipation got her interested.

Why can't this man kill her?

What if he killed her.

The author has something to say:

Mr. Fujima is so beautiful