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What's this little cutie?
Ito Tatsushi blinked hard and turned to look at the three people opposite him.
"Did any of you see anything?" he asked in a trembling voice.
"Don't be afraid," Fujiwara Reya comforted him, "it's just a female ghost."
"Hmm?"
Ito Tatsushi felt there was something very off about this statement.
But before his mind could wrap around it, a pair of extremely cold hands wrapped around his waist from behind.
The female spirit rested her chin on his shoulder, her half-decayed lips touching the tip of his nose, cooing with a voice like sand scraping glass: "You made me feel so good last time, do it again, or I'll kill you."
Shit!
Ito Tatsushi's pupils shrank.
His mind was blank now, unable to think, he just got up instinctively and ran towards the door.
Seeing him flee in such a panic with the spirit on his back, Fujiwara Reya naturally couldn't stand by, quickly got up, and chased after him.
"Wait up, Senpai!" Kasahara Asuka followed closely.
