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[MashUp] Ch 15: Saeko Busujima
🕑 Added 2025-09-03 05:20:02 +0000 UTC— — — — — —
The night wind howled across the terrace of Maple Castle.
After offering up that heavy "contract," Latifa—frail as glass—had been escorted back to her room by Isuzu Sento to rest.
Now, the vast castle stood silent, leaving only Takuma and the conflicted royal guard behind.
"Her Highness exhausted herself with that magic just now. She needs peace and rest."
Isuzu's voice was cold, as if she were hiding something. In her brown eyes lingered a trace of pleading.
"Takuma, don't forget your promise."
She paused, pressing each word like a weight. "The lives of six hundred souls in the park… are all in your hands now."
But Takuma didn't bite on her tragic resolve.
He only stretched lazily, gaze drifting over the dead-quiet amusement park below, before turning back to her with a smirk.
"Enough about that. It's your turn now."
"My brand-new secretary."
His grin was wicked. "Time to honor our little deal. Time for your mouth to shine."
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Inside a dusty employee break room in Amagi Brilliant Park, the air still carried the muffled echoes of a girl's humiliated sobs.
The door opened.
Takuma stepped out, looking refreshed, his posture loose and satisfied.
Isuzu trailed behind, disheveled and shaken. Her once-pristine uniform was rumpled, her white thigh-highs gone, her lips reddened and swollen.
She kept her head bowed, trembling, unable to meet his eyes.
Takuma didn't spare her a glance. He walked straight toward the park gates.
Behind him, her voice cracked with suppressed shame and fury. "Wait!"
"When will you be here tomorrow?!"
"Noon," he said without turning.
"Oh, and tomorrow the park's closed."
"Have every 'real employee'—the fairies—assemble at Maple Castle at noon. All the 'regular staff'—the humans—get the day off."
"What?!"
She gasped. "Are you insane?! Closing even one day is a huge loss—we only have three months left!"
"Loss?" His tone dripped mockery.
"You mean those pitiful scraps of visitors who aren't even worth a mouthful?"
"Remember what I said. That's an order."
"All you need to do, Isuzu, is obey."
With that, his figure slipped past the crumbling gates and vanished.
…
The night breeze cooled the world, but the fire burning in Takuma's veins hadn't gone out.
Isuzu, with that icy shell and fragile core, was a rare delicacy indeed. But in the end… just an appetizer. They didn't do the real thing.
Plus, her submission had been forced. Her shame, unwilling. Conquest that comes too easily has no taste.
No, the real dish was someone else.
In his mind surfaced another face. Usually cold as a glacier, yet only with him did it melt, blur, and collapse.
His cute sensei... Mafuyu Kirisu.
That was the true entrée.
…
Night deepened.
In Mafuyu Kirisu's apartment, silence pressed down like a weight.
She paced barefoot in the living room, slippers slapping softly against the floor.
"Hmm... He still isn't home?"
The emptiness of the place gnawed at her nerves.
The TV murmured a pointless news program no one was watching. A lesson plan lay untouched on the table, blank pages staring back at her.
Every sound near the door made her whip her head around, eyes lighting up with hope only to dim again.
Where is he?
Why isn't he back yet?
What if something happened?
At last, unable to bear it, she grabbed her phone. Fingers trembling, she dialed the number carved into her memory.
It connected almost immediately.
"Yo~"
That lazy, magnetic voice came through, soothing every spike of her panic.
"Taku… Takuma, I…"
She wanted to ask when he'd be home, but the words froze in her throat.
On the other end came a low chuckle, as though he could read her mind clear as glass.
"Mafuyu. You miss me, don't you?"
"N-no! I do not!"
"Oh? Then good. I'm not coming back tonight."
Her heart clenched like a fist around it, fear crashing through her chest.
She opened her mouth—
But his voice, bold and shameless, cut in: "Kidding. Don't pout."
"Be a good girl. Wash up, lie down, and wait for me in bed."
"I'll be back soon… to check your homework."
Click.
The line went dead.
The phone slipped from Mafuyu's fingers and hit the carpet with a dull thud.
Heat flooded her face from her collarbones to the tips of her ears.
…
On the other end, Takuma pocketed his phone.
He could picture her right now—flustered, furious, and irresistibly adorable.
He got off the Shinkansen, his steps quickening as he ducked into a narrow alley that would shave five minutes off the walk home.
He hadn't gone far when a chorus of leering voices echoed from deeper inside.
"Hey, girly. Walking home alone?"
"C'mon, hang out with us. We'll show you a good time."
Takuma stopped. But he didn't move closer.
Instead, he leaned casually against the mouth of the alley, like a spectator settling in for a show.
Up ahead, a handful of thugs had cornered a purple-haired girl in a high school uniform against the wall.
She stood with her back to him.
No screaming. No tears. Just a still, eerie calm.
That composure sparked a curl of amusement at Takuma's lips.
"Quit acting all high and mighty, bitch!"
"With a body like that, aren't you just begging for us to use it?"
The blond ringleader lost patience and lunged, grimy hand reaching for her shoulder.
That was when she moved.
Without warning, her hand flashed, a wooden sword appearing as if from nowhere.
Crack!
A sharp snap of bone rang out.
His arm bent backward at an impossible angle before he could even scream. Her next strike had already landed—
The butt of her sword slammed into his jaw.
Bang!
He collapsed like a sack of mud, teeth and blood scattering across the concrete.
The others froze in shock.
But the hunt had only just begun.
Her steps flowed like a waltz.
Every pivot, every swing of her wooden blade dripped with cruel grace.
The sword sliced the air with a low, keening whistle, crushing each weak point with precision.
Screams layered over each other.
This wasn't a fight.
It was a performance. A beautiful, merciless slaughter.
Within minutes, the alley was silent again.
Only a heap of groaning bodies remained, and the purple-haired girl standing under the moonlight.
Slowly, she turned.
Takuma finally saw her face—
And the twisted, ecstatic smile carved across it.
She was savoring it.
The feel of bones breaking. The warmth of blood spraying.
…
Clap. Clap.
The sudden sound of applause shattered the silence.
Once.
Twice.
The smile on her face froze.
A tall man leaned lazily in the shadows at the alley's mouth, not stepping closer. He looked every bit the audience who had just enjoyed a show.
His face was hidden in darkness, only a glint of silver catching the light.
Her sharp eyes locked onto him, wild and dangerous like a hunting beast.
"Who are you?"
Her voice was ice. Fingers clenched around the sword until her knuckles went white.
Takuma ignored her killing intent, his tone playful.
"Luring scum with a weak façade, then indulging in the joy of breaking them."
His voice was calm, but every word hit her like a hammer.
"This isn't your first time, is it?"
His gaze flicked to her uniform.
"From the looks of it… you're from that Academy? Interesting."
Her mind went blank.
Shit.
Not just seen. Exposed.
This man hadn't only witnessed her violence—he'd seen right through the darkness she carried inside.
He knew her school.
He could tell.
He could report her. To the teachers. To the police.
Her perfect honor-student mask would shatter in an instant.
Murderous intent surged in her chest.
Better to silence him here and now than risk everything collapsing.
But her rational mind forced the sword back down.
Her hands trembled violently.
If he were a "normal bystander," he'd be terrified. He'd run.
But Takuma? His voice came again, amused, savoring her tension.
"Don't glare at me like that."
"I only think…" He paused, then delivered the line that shattered Saeko Busujima's world.
"…that's exactly how trash like them should be dealt with."
"And more importantly—"
His eyes locked onto her stunned, beautiful face.
"—it was gorgeous to watch."
Saeko froze solid.
She'd expected mockery, fear, threats, blackmail…
But never this.
Not even praise.
BUT Recognition.
Recognition from someone who understood her madness.
A shiver unlike any before raced up her spine, exploding in her skull.
Sickly, intoxicating crimson spread across her pale skin, rising from her neck to her ears.
Not embarrassment.
Pure, unrestrained exhilaration.
Takuma chuckled at her expression.
Without another word, he turned, waving a hand as he melted back into the dark.
Only his voice lingered, drifting on the alley wind.
"See you around… our city's little 'Dark Knight.'"
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