What the hell? Those images were inside a specific folder, not something that would just pop up on the desktop. There were several layers of security!
As Yazuki carefully recalled the sequence of events, he suddenly realized—just moments ago, the angelic girl named Raphiel had been curiously tapping on his tablet screen with her delicate little fingers.
She had just randomly tapped around and coincidentally opened that particular folder of his.
No, no, this wasn't a coincidence. This girl, Raphiel, gave him a strange sense of dissonance. How to describe it? Oh, right—she was the type whose outward appearance didn't match her true nature.
Look at that frightened and innocent expression, those amber eyes glistening with a delicate, pitiful charm… but deep within, there was a flicker of cunning.
So that's how it is.
Yazuki understood now.
This angelic-looking girl was actually a little devil inside. She was the classic example of a pink-colored cake that's pitch black on the inside, a cute exterior hiding a deeply scheming nature.
She was toying with him.
He had already done far crazier things at school. Did she really think something like this would fluster him, make him panic, and stammer out an explanation?
"Sow."
Yazuki muttered under his breath as he glanced at Raphiel, except this so-called whisper was somehow loud enough for everyone to hear.
"...Huh?"
Raphiel flinched, her face still showing a bit of shock, but there was also a hint of confusion in her soft voice. If one looked closely, they could see a slight twitch in her elegant brows.
Suddenly, Yazuki locked eyes with her amber gaze, his expression deadly serious.
"You didn't see the character in the second image of the fifth row—the one wearing black lace panties, right? Right? Right…?"
His voice was low, his words rushed, as if that image held some deep, sacred meaning to him—something that must never be seen by others.
"Eh? Wasn't it whi—mmmph!"
Raphiel's eyes flickered with surprise and confusion as she almost blurted something out, but she quickly clamped her small hand over her mouth.
"White? White, right? Of course, it was white. Strange, though—the screen only displays a 4x4 grid of thumbnails. So tell me, Miss Raphiel, how exactly did you know what was in the fifth row?"
At that moment, Yazuki gave her a half-smile, watching her reaction closely.
"Hmm? Oh, it really is 4x4… Uuu~~"
Someone else sneaked a peek and let out a shy, flustered sound.
In reality, none of the images were fully explicit, they were just on the suggestive side.
"Hehe, I just guessed~"
Miss Raphiel maintained her usual angelic smile, but it seemed a little forced now.
"Tch. Sow."
Yazuki clicked his tongue, throwing her a glance filled with blatant provocation. He muttered again, just loud enough for everyone to hear.
For a moment, it felt like the string of rationality inside Raphiel's mind snapped. Her usual smiling face suddenly gave off a chilling aura.
"…Excuse me, but who exactly are you calling a sow?"
Her voice was as pleasant as ever, like a gentle spring breeze bringing warmth and serenity. But in this café, it felt more like the icy gust of a winter storm.
At this moment, Raphiel still appeared like a kind angel on the surface, but the shadow behind her seemed to morph into a ferocious demon.
"Sow~"
Another careless mutter.
"Hehe… Excuse me, could you repeat that?"
Her laugh sent chills down spines as she stepped forward, closing the distance between them. The more she smiled, the more intense the air around her became. Her very presence seemed to radiate divine light—ah, no, wait, it was more like black miasma rising from the depths of hell.
"Sow~"
Another whisper.
"…Say. That. Again."
Raphiel's expression was no longer smiling, her face had darkened, her voice like sharp icicles piercing the air.
"Sow—mmmph!"
This time, the word never fully came out—because Yazuki's mouth had been covered by a small, trembling hand.
The owner of that hand? Vignette.
She was desperately signaling him to stop provoking Raphiel any further. If he kept this up, he was definitely going to die.
"Haha, Raphiel, never thought I'd see you getting flustered for once."
A teasing, schadenfreude-filled voice suddenly cut in.
It was Gabriel.
She had a lot of grievances against Raphiel, who often teased her and took every opportunity to flaunt her assets in front of her.
Seeing Raphiel finally take a loss was pure joy for Gabriel.
"Oh my, dear Gabie, whatever are you talking about? This has always been my true nature~"
Raphiel smiled sweetly as she placed a hand on her cheek, feigning complete innocence. Then, her eyes casually drifted downward toward Gabriel's chest.
"...Where the hell do you think you're looking? And what kind of eyes are those? Do you want me to kill you?!"
Gabriel's gaze turned deadly as she realized where Raphiel had just looked.
"Satania."
"Eh?"
"You came here today because you had something interesting to show us, right?"
At this moment, Vignette had no choice but to sacrifice Satania to divert attention away from the brewing conflict.
"Oh, oh, oh! That's right! I have something awesome to show you all—behold!!!"
Remembering what she had brought, Satania pulled out an item with a sci-fi design.
It was a pair of futuristic-looking glasses, the lenses connected in a way that resembled goggles.
"Hmph, this is my latest purchase—a pair of Truth-Seer Glasses!!!"
"Ehh~~~? They look pretty cool. Do they have any special functions?"
Vignette forced herself to praise them, though she sighed internally.
It's probably another scam product.
Satania had a terrible habit, she was addicted to watching a TV program called Demon Realm Home Shopping and frequently bought useless garbage.
Despite getting scammed countless times, she never learned her lesson.
"If I wear these, I can see through a person's true nature! For example… Vigne, full name Vignette April Tsukinose, height 155cm, weight 45kg, three sizes—B:80, W:57, H:82~"
Satania proudly read off the data displayed on the lenses, arms crossed and smugly satisfied.
"Uwaaah!!"
Vignette immediately crossed her arms over her chest, her face turning a deep shade of red.
"B:80, W:57, H:82? Ehehe~ That means… her bust size is a B, huh?"
Raphiel grinned mischievously.
Judging by appearances, Vignette's size looked close to a C-cup, but given her frantic reaction, it seemed like her actual size had been exposed.
So she's actually a hidden loli…
"Oh-ho~ A B, huh~?"
Gabriel smirked wickedly.
"B-cups aren't bad! At the very least, they're twice as big as yours, Gabriel!!!"
Vignette shot back, her embarrassment turning into rage.
Her words dealt a massive psychological blow to Gabriel, who immediately froze like a statue.
"Raphiel Ainsworth Shiraha. Height: 160cm, weight: 48kg, three sizes—B:89, W:59, H:86. F-cup?"
Satania shifted her gaze to Raphiel.
"Oh my, is it really that exaggerated?"
Raphiel had a troubled expression, but her entire demeanor exuded a sense of smugness, making Gabriel and Vignette glare at her with dead fish eyes, itching to pop her with a needle.
The next second, their gazes sharply turned toward a certain someone, as if silently saying, "And that's why she's a sow."
Their attention returned to Satania, whose crimson eyes flashed with a hint of scheming malice.
Heh heh, Gabriel, witness the might of the Great Demon Lord Satania! I'll make you fall completely into depravity!!!
This pair of glasses didn't just have the ability to reveal a person's true identity—though that wasn't a big deal since she already knew Gabriel, Raphiel, and Vignette's identities.
The real highlight was its other function.
It could reveal a person's Good-Evil Value and, more importantly, transfer absorbed evil points to someone else.
Satania planned to absorb the evil values of several nearby passersby and dump them onto Gabriel.
Stealthily, she pressed a tiny, almost imperceptible button on the glasses. Then, she turned her gaze toward the person who had just been arguing with Gabriel. His evil value shouldn't go to waste, either.
That guy—who had been drawing inappropriate artwork—should have quite a bit of evil in him, maybe around 200 points.
She looked.
…Huh?
Confused.