Father and Bad Girl
Councilor Kondo’s PoV
“Father, help me. I’m in trouble.”
My son comes into the office and suddenly starts crying.
“What’s wrong? Why aren’t you in school?”
I had a bad feeling. He’s a womanizer, just like me. I wonder if the school found out about the trouble he caused the other day. What a total pain in the a🬀s…
“That’s …”
My son told me what happened.
That he got in trouble over a love affair and beat up a junior student.
That he was so angry he isolated the junior by spreading false rumors online.
That members of the soccer club who idolized him got out of hand and bullied the junior.
Apparently, the incident was reported as an assault, and both the school and the police are investigating.
When I heard his story, my blood ran cold. At this critical time before the mayoral election… This incident could have a more devastating impact than the hotel scandal.
This problem must be solved immediately.
I’ve heard no serious action has been taken yet. If that’s the case, it’s okay.
I’ll put pressure on the school and try to cover it up.
If that doesn’t work, I’ll use my power and money to pressure the victim’s family into withdrawing the report. The fact that the police are involved means the family must have filed a formal complaint.
It remains to be seen if there’s clear evidence. If there isn’t, we’ll put pressure on them and keep them quiet.
“Hey, if this gets out, you and I will be ruined. Listen, don’t do anything more unnecessary. Please don’t get in my way. Leave the rest to me. Most things can be solved with money and power.”
I warned him. It’s too late to regret what happened. What are we going to do now? It’s okay—we’ve always managed before.
“Okay, I’ll talk to the school. You stay home for now. Listen, don’t ever go out.”
Manager’s PoV
The boring Japanese class began.
This teacher had no idea what she was teaching us.
So I pretended to read a Japanese textbook.
An introduction to Russian literature in my bag caught my eye.
I love Dostoyevsky’s Crime and Punishment.
“A small sin can be atoned for by many good deeds.” “So a genius who can bring much development to society need not be bound by trivial ethics.”
My favorite way of thinking.
I’ve loved writing since I was a child. I won a gold medal in a national Japanese writing contest. I’ve won prizes in slogan contests, book reports, and countless others. Everyone praised me as a genius.
In middle school, I realized the world was like a story. With a little intervention on my part, the fates of stupid people could be easily destroyed. I could keep my hands clean while someone else did the dirty work. All I had to do was give them a little push.
For example, I could whisper to an idiot like Kondo-kun, “She’s cute, you know. But I think she has a boyfriend. I heard they were childhood friends,” and he, who loves to tear apart other people’s dignity, would move exactly as I wanted. It’s so simple.
The fate of humans rests in the palm of my hand. I am the author of their story.
Kondo-kun was really excellent as a toy. He was the easiest character to manipulate.
In my life, which had been going so smoothly, I experienced my first setback because of Aono Eiji, a junior student.
In terms of writing talent, I thought I had no rival at my age. But he had… a talent that surpassed mine. When I read his novel, I broke into a cold sweat. How could such an unknown boy, a junior, write so well?
I was jealous. I also wished he would disappear. My status crumbled. My confidence in my work suddenly seemed cheap, and I deleted his manuscript data.
His talent had to be destroyed. Geniuses often destroy themselves through entangled relationships. That’s how I rationalized it.
His talent had to be extinguished before it could fully bloom. Only then would my position remain secure.
I thought about corrupting him, but I gave up. His honest nature and childhood love made it impossible. This hurt my pride even more. I was furious that I, a woman, had not been chosen.
My next method was Kondo-kun. Aono-kun ruined my pride as a woman, so I decided to destroy his dignity as a man. I manipulated Kondo-kun into targeting Miyuki Amada. I made sure they were caught together on Aono-kun’s birthday, planning to slip the hotel photos into his desk.
But something even more amusing happened. I never thought they’d actually meet. Fate is amusing. So I decided to rewrite the story in a more interesting direction. I set Kondo-kun on fire and isolated Aono-kun.
By the way, the SNS app we used was a bit unique: if one of us deleted our message history, it would disappear without a trace. The app was made overseas, and its servers were located abroad. In the worst-case scenario, the police couldn’t do anything about it. First of all, this is just a bullying problem. I doubt the police would go that far. Since I deleted the history, when Kondo-kun opens the app, the messages will automatically disappear.
I feel sorry for him. No matter how much Kondo-kun insists on my involvement, there’s no proof. And with his reputation for bad behavior, he can’t possibly reach me—the gentle honor student.
Aono-kun should have quit the Literature Club and retired from creative writing. Anyway, my original goal was achieved. Ah, that was fun.