156 Mibuomi Aoi's Cuckold Investigation
After the meeting ended.
Mibuomi Aoi and Miharutaki Sakura walked side by side out of the conference room.
However, the distance between them, under Miharutaki Sakura's deliberate control, had widened slightly.
At least, the distance had shifted from that of an intimate fiancé to that of mere acquaintances.
But Mibuomi, who had no romantic interest in Miharutaki, clearly didn't notice this change.
Suddenly, he spoke as if driven by some unknown impulse:
"Sakura, where did you go after you left yesterday?"
Miharutaki Sakura's body suddenly stiffened, but she answered with the lie that Hikigaya had prepared beforehand:
"There was something I needed to deal with in my class. I had to go back."
"That's not right. I didn't hear about anything happening in class yesterday."
Since they were classmates, Mibuomi easily pierced through her lie:
"What really happened?"
"Mind your own business! I have something urgent to do, so I'm leaving now."
Miharutaki spoke in a flustered tone, pretending to be angry, then hurriedly stomped away in her little leather boots, almost fleeing.
She left Mibuomi Aoi standing there in a daze.
But the moment she turned away, her cheeks were as rosy as a peach blossom, and her eyes shimmered with overflowing spring-like lust.
Thrilling, so thrilling~
Acting out the role Hikigaya had scripted for her, Miharutaki Sakura was overcome with an unprecedented thrill—
a soul-penetrating rush that made her nearly tremble with excitement.
Mibuomi Aoi stared again at the photos in his hand with growing suspicion and unease.
A horrifying thought began to form in his mind.
Could it be... that Miharutaki Sakura betrayed me?!
No, no way...
This woman is so conservative—she wouldn't even let me touch her hand before marriage—how could she...
The sudden change in her dressing style, the mysterious phone call, and now today's photo that gave him a strong sense of déjà vu—
all these clues strung together in Mibuomi Aoi's mind, forming a terrifying conclusion.
He staggered back two steps, his rationality overwhelmed by a twisted fury.
If this really turned out to be true, it would be a shame that would haunt the Mibuomi family for a lifetime!
He yanked at his necktie, feeling it choke him, his chest heaving like a bellows.
With a fierce, sinister expression, he stared in the direction Miharutaki Sakura had left.
If this really turned out to be true—
he would definitely make that shameless woman pay the price!
He strode towards the Management Committee's office.
In the photo just now, he had noticed a detail that most people wouldn't have caught.
At the edge of the photo, there was a glimpse of a gold-rimmed signboard—
and he remembered it clearly: it was the Management Committee's sign.
Ignoring the attempts of the committee members to stop him,
he forcefully pushed open the door.
Staring at Yomozuki Runa, who was sitting at her workstation,
he frowned and asked coldly,
"Yomozuki, you knew about this, didn't you?"
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
Yomozuki Runa didn't even lift her head, still chewing on her lollipop.
"The woman and the man in those photos—who are they?"
"Oh~ you're talking about that."
A sly glint flashed across Yomozuki Runa's eyes.
Hikigaya Hachiman had completely played him into the palm of his hand.
The seed of suspicion had already been planted in Mibuomi Aoi's heart.
"That's a secret, a secret desu~"
"I'm not in the mood to joke around with you right now!"
"I'm not joking either. Because it involves an unofficial gamble,
I'm prohibited from revealing any information related to that gambling~"
Damn it!
Once again—Momobami Kirari's rules!
Mibuomi Aoi was on the verge of losing his mind.
He turned around to storm out—
but suddenly froze, his gaze landing on something on the sofa that made his eyes widen with fury.
It was a rabbit-shaped hair clip.
That was a gift he had given Miharutaki Sakura during their engagement.
Normally he wouldn't have paid any attention to such an object,
but today, when everything concerned him so personally, he remembered—
throughout the entire day, Miharutaki Sakura hadn't been wearing that hair clip.
His face darkened completely.
Wordlessly, he walked over and stuffed the hair clip into his pocket.
Now everything was clear.
His fiancée had truly betrayed him.
Not only that, but she had done obscene things with some unknown boy— in public, no less—
and even allowed it to be recorded.
"Damn it!"
He clenched his fists tightly, about to rush off to confront Miharutaki Sakura face to face.
At that moment, a low-ranking male member of the Full-Bloom Association blocked his way,
hesitating as he said,
"President, there's something I'd like to report to you."
"What is it?"
"Yesterday around noon, I think I saw Vice President Miharutaki and Hikigaya Hachiman entering the Management Committee office together.
In the afternoon, I also saw the Vice President heading to the Baseball Club."
After speaking, the male member looked at Mibuomi Aoi with hopeful eyes,
yearning for a reward.
After all, the Vice President secretly meeting with an enemy must surely be important intel.
Give me a department head position, at least some prize money!
—that was his simplest, most honest hope.
He waited eagerly... and waited...
and then Mibuomi Aoi gave him a dazzling smile.
"You did well, so..."
"You can start preparing your withdrawal from the school."
The boy's smile, just about to bloom, froze stiffly on his face.
Thinking he had misheard, he gave a nervous laugh:
"Eh—e-excuse me, President? I didn't hear clearly. Could you repeat that?"
"Tetsuya, right?
I remember your father is a board member of an internet company."
"If you don't want to hear about your family going bankrupt tomorrow,
go write your withdrawal application right now."
Mibuomi Aoi gently patted the boy's shoulder,
his words seeming light and casual—
but in the boy's ears, they crashed down like a thousand-ton boulder.
The boy could never have imagined that after bringing such valuable information,
he would be met with such cold-hearted cruelty.
His eyes immediately reddened,
but he didn't dare even think about resisting the President.
He could only ask with aggrieved desperation:
"Why, President? This information is important..."
"Exactly.
It's because this information is so important—
that you have to leave Hyakkaou Academy."
"Because—
I don't want a second person to know about this."
"Understood?"
This was humiliation.
Undeniable humiliation.
Mibuomi Aoi didn't want a single other person to know about this matter.
Everyone who knew about it would be expelled from Hyakkaou Academy without exception.
Only the dead can truly keep secrets.
If this guy dared to post anything about it online after leaving,
Mibuomi would silence him without hesitation.
But for now,
his wrath was focused on only two people,
so this small fry would be spared—temporarily.
"Hikigaya Hachiman... Miharutaki Sakura..."
"Heh... very good. Very good."
He stopped his steps and headed toward the Baseball Club's office.
If everything went as he expected,
that damned woman was probably there,
shamelessly entangled with Hikigaya Hachiman.
He was going to catch them red-handed!