Chapter 47: Blackmailing a Schoolgirl for Pocket Money
Chapter 47: Blackmailing a Schoolgirl for Pocket Money
Uka Mirai pressed her chest with trembling fingers, taking deep breaths to calm her nerves.
But nothing worked—her heartbeat kept pounding like crazy.
He’s coming!
That person’s approaching!
Her first time felt utterly terrifying!
This marked Uka Mirai’s first attempt at blocking a boy outside another school’s gates.
Though she’d studied countless online guides beforehand, actual execution left her paralyzed with nervousness.
Slapping both cheeks lightly, she pep-talked: “You’ve got this, Mirai. Just make a good first impression!”
Hearing footsteps, Uka Mirai gulped air, put on the perfect smile she’d rehearsed all night, then leaped from hiding: “Hi! We meet aga—”
Thud!
Fang Cheng’s fist dropped her mid-sentence.
“Ow…”
She lay sprawled on concrete, vision swimming, mind utterly blank.
Wait—I got punched? Why?
Only then did Fang Cheng realize this wasn’t an ambush—just some familiar-looking high school girl.
Thankfully his reflexive punch held back strength, or she’d have needed head surgery.
“You alive?”
He hauled her upright, dusting off her uniform. “Don’t pop out suddenly. Nearly killed you.”
“S-sorry!” Now awake, Uka Mirai bowed repeatedly. “Never again!”
“Go home if you’re fine. Streets aren’t safe.”
Fang Cheng turned to flee before she could demand compensation.
Two steps later, his backpack jerked backward—Uka Mirai clung to it desperately.
“Something else?” Fang Cheng frowned.
Uka Mirai’s scripted romantic meet-cute lay in ruins. Worse—he didn’t even recognize her.
“It’s me! Uka Mirai! That night when…”
She flailed arms while rapid-fire explaining until Fang Cheng finally recalled: “Oh! The snot-faced crier. How’d I recognize you without the mucus?”
Uka Mirai’s face crumpled with humiliation.
She’d imagined he remembered her as that night’s brave, quick-witted beauty.
Instead, he’d branded her as the blubbering mess with nose-bubbles.
Ugh… so embarrassing, I could die.
Fang Cheng studied Uka Mirai. She wore another school’s uniform—pale skin, pretty face, radiating youth, her hair tied in twin ponytails.
He gave a faint smile. “How’d you track me down? Don’t say it’s coincidence. Lies earn spankings.”
Uka Mirai missed the chill in Fang Cheng’s smile.
With a mole in the Countermeasures Department and anonymous informants lurking in the shadows, how’d some female high schooler pinpoint him in a crowd?
Suspicious. Had the wealthy lady’s fishing trick worked again?
Uka Mirai scratched her cheek, grinning sheepishly. “I memorized your face and asked for help. Didn’t expect to find you this fast!”
Truthfully, it’d been far trickier—but she skipped details to avoid alarming him.
“I see.”
Fang Cheng edged closer, now within arm’s reach of tackling her. “You know who I am?”
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Oblivious to his intent, Uka Mirai blushed at his proximity.
His scent stirred an urge to pounce and lick him. She clenched her fists, glanced around, then whispered, “You’re the Disaster Countermeasures Department intern, right?”
Fang Cheng nodded. Kanzaki Rin had instructed him to pose as their intern during their missions.
Uka Mirai pumped her fists, eyes glittering. “Student by day, evil-fighting enforcer by night? Just like manga! So cool!”
Fang Cheng couldn’t tell if she was a skilled actress or just a clueless airhead.
“Why seek me out? Don’t know interns have secrecy rules? If my identity leaks, you ready to take responsibility?”
Each question sharper than the last, his voice hardening.
Uka Mirai flinched, clasping her hands in apology. “Sorry! I just wanted to thank you properly for saving me that night! Didn’t realize… ugh, I’m sorry!”
Her frightened doe eyes softened Fang Cheng’s tone. “Gratitude, huh… Got cash?”
“Eh? I… don’t.”
Her mom had frozen her allowance for months after a screw-up. Ramen budgets only now.
Fang Cheng’s smile died. “No money? Then what’s there to talk about? At least bring fruit!”
“I’ll have some tomorrow! How much? I’ll pay then!”
To eavesdroppers, he’d sound like a thug shaking down a schoolgirl.
“Nevermind. Joking. Later.”
As he turned, Uka Mirai grabbed his sleeve. “Let me treat you to dinner tomorrow! Your pick! As thanks!”
Dinner led to movies. Movies led to amusement parks. Outings bred friendship—flawless logic!
She mentally high-fived herself. Genius move.
“Food? Maybe tomorrow.”
Fang Cheng pried her off. Discount hour at the supermarket waited for no one.
“Wait a moment!”
Uka Mirai hesitantly pulled out her phone. “Can we… add each other on social media?”
Fang Cheng glanced at the distant drone before taking out his own phone to exchange contact details with her.
…
After separating from Fang Cheng, Uka Mirai immediately checked his social media account.
She skipped excitedly while scrolling through his profile, utterly oblivious to the burly men in suits and sunglasses stealthily approaching.
By the time Uka Mirai noticed, ten suited men had already formed a tight circle around her.
She frowned at her surroundings. “Step back.”
“Understood, miss!”
A guard nodded and spoke into his wireless headphones: “Expand perimeter.”
The men swiftly widened their formation, scanning every bystander with prison-guard intensity.
Uka Mirai sighed in relief. Thankfully she’d dismissed these bodyguards earlier – if they’d witnessed her getting floored by a single punch, they’d have started a fight.
A stretched armored car soon pulled up beside her.
The vehicle’s door revealed a doll-faced maid matching Uka Mirai’s age.
Ice permeated the maid’s features as she stated flatly: “Madam requests your return.”
“Fine.”
Uka Mirai ducked into the car’s interior.
She’d always hated this security theater, but since that monster incident during her last unsupervised outing, resisting her mother’s protection details became impossible. Her nights now ended with mandatory homecomings.
When the maid entered, Uka Mirai immediately clung to her. “Qingxue, loan me some cash?”
“Your debt already totals 150,000.”
“Let’s make it a million. Just 850,000 more?”
“I’ll inform Madam.”
…
Fang Cheng had barely entered his apartment when Kanzaki Rin called: “Come to the training ground.”
Abandoning dinner plans, he rode his salvaged motorcycle to the facility.
He hadn’t forgotten Kanzaki Rin’s unpaid grilled meat and hot pot debt. Perfect timing to collect.
At the training ground’s entrance, he swiped Kanzaki Rin’s access card and rode the elevator down.
The doors opened to reveal – “Holy crap!”