Haruma-7
There’s not much to say about what happened next.
Shia-chan and the others were living blissfully in the aforementioned mystery room, just as Sensei testified. To be honest, even though it seemed without doubt that Kuriu-sensei was a deviant who loved young girls, she was a good deviant as far as deviants went, and the girls she had confined in luxury were in tiptop condition. In fact, some of them had been aware from the very beginning that they had been living in relatively luxurious confinement.
The only problem those girls suffered was that they didn’t get to keep the underwear they had brought over.
Furthermore, those pieces of underwear were stashed inside a mysterious, huge safe along with detailed profiles of the confined girls, cash and precious jewels.
“According to the ancients, one must render unto Caesar the things that are Caesar’s. Let’s return these things to where they belong…”
Chigusa’s wallet was bulging. Man, this girl was the absolute worst.
Just as we had finished inspecting almost all the panties we had discovered, Chigusa called out to Kuriu-sensei. “By the way, it appears that Maria-san, who slapped me on Wednesday the week before last, does not have a profile.”
“What’s with the pointlessly specific memory…? A hard disk recorder doesn’t save anything from the week before last.”
“Haruma-san, just what anime are you watching every week…?”
Why did she narrow it down to just anime? It was true enough, though. I grumbled, but Chigusa suddenly lost interest in me and turned to Kuriu-sensei instead.
“So what happened to Maria-san?” she asked.
Kuriu-sensei cocked her head, mystified.
“Maria-san? Is Maria-san missing as well?”
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