Spray

Masami Kitou, who felt a layer of dust shake off the ceiling, stopped his movements instantly and remained motionless.

Knock knock—

His heart, delayed by the tension and fear, started beating again.

The ugly bastard swallowed dryly, his neck looking like rust, as he turned his head stiffly and slowly.

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In sight was the security door by the wall, bent into a 'C' shape with a very clear footprint on it.

That footprint made his body, as if set aflame, turn ice-cold, as if plunged into icy waters.

Step step—

Listening to the footsteps approaching from the side behind him.

He was like a stone statue, not moving at all.

But the fear that seemed to burst his eyeballs, and the distorted face that was flushed because he was too nervous to breathe, all told the unrest in his heart.

And then

Tap~

A delicate white palm with distinct knuckles landed on his shoulder, causing his originally stiff and weak body to shudder.

As if not noticing his panic,

The broad palm slowly and gently swept away the white dust on his shoulders.

The tall figure standing behind Kitou Masami, in a tone as calm and soft as chatting with an old friend, gently asked.

"Although it might be redundant, I'm still curious about what you're doing."

Listen to the soft and gentle voice behind him, Kitou Masami, like a death row inmate granted clemency, exhaled sharply in relief.

Regardless,

As long as he didn't twist him into a pretzel right away, there was room for negotiation.

Negotiation meant a chance to turn things around.

Just give him a moment to pull out the spray from his pocket.

Then, let him wait for his death!

While feeling fierce in his heart, the ugly bastard, pressing his heart that was in his throat back into his chest, swallowed, and with a trembling voice, slowly looked back:

"This, this..."

He turned his head, but the words in his mouth were stuck in his throat as he twisted his neck.

Looking at that familiar gaze that was as biting and cold as a glacier and contained no emotion,

His pupils shrunk to pinpoints, but the plea for mercy that was about to come out, stuck in his mouth as the crunching sound of breaking branches came from his shoulder, gripped by that hand.

"Ah..."

A shrill scream barely emerged from his mouth when that broad hand clamped his jaw shut, turning his nascent howl into a muffled 'mhm'.

Ignoring his pleading look, Sasaki grabbed his chin, stretched out his left index finger, and gave him a 'shh' gesture.

"Keep your voice down."

"Now, I'll ask, and you'll answer."

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Saying that, Sasaki reached out and took out the spray that he had put in his pants pocket.

But when taking out the spray, he found that there was another small glass bottle in his pocket so he pulled out both bottles together.

After grabbing the bottles, he let go of his hand and looked down at Kitou Masami, on the ground panting violently:

"What's this thing? Explain everything to me in detail. If you leave anything out... I'll touch you a bit more, and you can try how sturdy you are."

Kneeling weakly on the ground, supporting his body with his palms,

Kitou Masami watched as his hope of turning the tables taken away, and the fear in his heart was replaced by doubt as he subconsciously raised his head and asked.

"How... how did you know... ah..."

But that was only left half said when Sasaki suddenly raised his foot and stamped on his palm.

The moment he opened his mouth to scream in pain, he once again grabbed his jaw, stifling his scream:

"Hasn't anyone taught you not to answer a question with another question?"

Gently twisting his foot and slowly tightening his grip,

Accompanied by a series of 'crackling' sounds, Sasaki also examined the two small bottles in his hands.

One was a simple spray made with a transparent plastic bottle and spray head.

The spray was about ten centimeters tall, without any label on it.

The liquid inside looked as clear as water, not viscous when shaken.

It was unclear what it was.

The other small bottle was much more delicate.

Just by looking at it, it seemed like a pink, heart-shaped perfume.

A red heart sticker was on the glass body.

This perfume-like item wasn't big, fitting just right in the palm of a hand.

Besides, there were no labels or anything of the sort.

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Unable to discern its purpose, Sasaki lower his head and looked down at Kitou Masami, who was nearly passing out in pain:

"My patience is limited, talk nonsense again, and you won't have to speak ever again."

After saying that, Sasaki let go of his hand.

Looking at his palm, which looked like it had been pressed by the wheels of a car, the ugly bastard lowered his head and explained while shaking with sweat and tears.

"That... that clear white spray, it... it can cause unconsciousness with just one spray, making someone pass out for several hours."

"That pink bottle... I haven't used it, but I know its effect is to incite passion..."

Holding his wrist, Kitou Masami, without any hope of luck, just poured beans into his mouth and told him everything he knew.

"It's not just about inciting passion; according to the description on the instruction manual I tore off, this thing can slowly brainwash and alter a woman's body and consciousness."

"Poison...?" Looking at the small pink bottle in his hand again, Sasaki had just come to a conclusion when he was denied by the frightened bastard.

"No, it's not... this thing doesn't have addictive properties.

If used in small amounts, it can only liberate desires and increase mood."

"If you want to brainwash the body and consciousness of the opposite sex and turn her into something that belongs only to you, this small bottle needs to be applied to the man's 'weapon.'"

"After use, through the number of intimate interactions between the two parties, this thing can make the affected woman slowly develop a kind of 'affectionate' feeling towards the user. This affection can drive the woman's body and consciousness to unconditionally obey the user."

"That domineering, huh? Where did you get this stuff from?"

Listening to his description, it seemed yet another black technology that he had never heard of appeared in front of Sasaki.

"I don't know either... I got this thing about half a month ago when I was putting away the broom here after getting off work.

At that time, the thing and the instruction manual were just lying on the table..."

After explaining how he obtained these items, the ugly bastard looked at Sasaki with a pitiful and pleading gaze, hoping he would spare him for being truthful.

Not looking at his sympathetic gaze,

And not fully believing him, Sasaki turned his gaze to the spray used for inducing unconsciousness.

"You made these two things sound so powerful, why don't you give me a personal demonstration?"

After saying that, he pressed the spray towards the twisted and pale face of Kito Masami.

Hiss—

"No..."

The words of rejection gradually disappeared from his mouth.

As Kitou Masami, who was already kneeling on the ground with his head raised, collapsed face down on the floor the moment he was sprayed.

"So useful..."

Looking at the man, lying on the ground, unconscious.

Sasaki, who still needed to ask him something, raised his foot and kicked him where it hurt.

"!"