Chapter 203: Is Ichiko becoming Yandere?

Chapter 203: Chapter 203: Is Ichiko becoming Yandere?

Standing behind the sofa, Sento looked down upon Ichiko, whose face was extremely pale and who seemed to be struggling in front of the sofa, a victorious smile on his face.

In his eyes, Ichiko was powerlessly kneeling before him.

She was powerless to avenge Haruko, and in a moment, she might even fall into his trap.

Speaking of Haruko, Sento couldn’t help but lick his lips.

Staring at Ichiko, he tried to shatter her heart word by word, "Ichiko, you and Haruko are best friends. I heard you even slept together. You must know how soft and pure she is, right?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, if I had known how captivating Haruko was after removing her makeup, I definitely wouldn’t have ignored her like I did before."

"She confessed to me and liked me like that. If I had just crooked my finger, maybe she would have fallen right into my hands."

Sento sighed, "Thinking about it now is such a pity. Such a perfect, fragile girl, yet I couldn’t break her myself."

"However, being able to break you is also quite good."

Sento no longer concealed his intentions, his gaze towards Ichiko full of aggression, while also noticing the murderous look in Ichiko’s eyes.

"Haruko is mine!"

Ichiko spat out these words and suddenly pulled her hand out from deep within the sofa.

During the withdrawal, she even scratched against the spring wires inside the sofa!

From her index finger upwards to before her elbow, a long thin line continuously oozed bright red, which then slid down towards her fingertips.

The cold blade gradually became stained with drops of red, thick and gathered at the tip.

Ichiko stood ramrod straight, her lowered hair covering half of her face. Beneath her fine bangs, her eyes seemed to emit a sharp red glow.

Her beautiful hair was blown by the wind, and her black coat was also lifted by the cold wind from the balcony, making a "swish swish" sound.

"Drip!"

A drop of bright red dripped from the knife tip onto the floor.

Sento covered his head and laughed loudly, "Ichiko, what’s the use of saying this now? Haruko is already dead, and she was killed by you. I never even paid attention to that little fool, who knew she would take a bullet for you."

"But it doesn’t matter. Since you dared to come to this hotel today, don’t even think about leaving alive!"

Sento released the hand covering his face.

The half of his face that had been scalded had turned incredibly red, the skin twisted together, grotesque and terrifying.

If not treated now, he would definitely be disfigured in the future.

However, Sento didn’t care about this at all, his eyes greedy as he stepped around the sofa towards Ichiko.

And the girl holding the knife couldn’t help but shed tears.

She murmured with her lips, "Yes, Haruko died because of me. I harmed her..."

"But if it weren’t for you, Sento!" Ichiko looked up and gripped the fruit knife tightly, "Without you, Haruko wouldn’t have died!"

I will regret this for a lifetime.

But before that, you must die!

Ichiko suddenly rushed forward. Even without Haruko’s blackening skill, her body, after recuperation, still had explosive combat power!

The small knife was as if it had a soul. The moment she got close to Sento, it seemed to control her hand, stabbing directly towards Sento’s heart.

However, Sento was no easy opponent.

A hint of disdain flashed across his lips.

"You don’t actually think you can beat me, do you?"

A girl, defeating me, an adult man who is 1.8 meters tall?

What a joke.

Not to mention, he had trained!

Facing the stabbing fruit knife, Sento calmly moved to the side, then suddenly pulled out a hand, intending to grab the hand Ichiko was using to stab.

He would use this force to snatch the fruit knife and pull Ichiko into his arms.

Once controlled and pinned down, Ichiko would just be a little rabbit to be slaughtered.

Sento was even starting to anticipate breaking Ichiko’s stubborn pride.

However...

The reason why fantasy cannot become reality is simply because the word "fantasy" itself is distinct from reality.

The moment he reached out to grab Ichiko’s arm, Sento suddenly felt a huge force!

As strong as he was, he actually found it difficult to budge Ichiko’s delicate arm beneath her sleeve!

Where did she, a girl, get such strength!

Without time to be shocked, years of training experience made Sento instinctively push Ichiko’s hand outwards.

But even so, the fruit knife still pierced his clothes, drawing a red line along his chest.

Sento, in pain, suddenly slapped Ichiko’s shoulder with his other hand, pushing her away.

"How is that possible! How can you have so much strength!"

His pupils constricted. A cut was drawn on his chest, and the stinging pain kept reminding him that the woman in front of him was dangerous!

But Ichiko still stood rooted to the spot, not replying to Sento at all.

After tightening her grip on the fruit knife, she walked towards Sento step by step.

"Help, quickly, help!"

Sento retreated step by step, shouting loudly for the bodyguards outside the door.

However, no one responded to him.

Until he was forced onto the balcony by Ichiko, his face turned ferocious again, "This Young Master refuses to believe that I can’t even beat a woman like you!"

He no longer hesitated and decisively made his move!

He grabbed a bottle of wine nearby and threw it at Ichiko’s face, "Die!"

However, Ichiko didn’t dodge at all, the knife still stabbing directly towards Sento’s heart.

Trading death for injury?

"What a lunatic!"

How could Sento dare to fight like this? He changed his hand movement, blocking the knife with the wine bottle. That huge force once again shook his mind.

Thinking of her War God Father, a possibility arose in Sento’s mind.

"Damn it!"

He cursed under his breath, dodged Ichiko’s attack, and walked towards the door.

In his ear, came the girl’s resentful and chilling voice, "Where do you think you’re going?"

Sento turned his head and saw that Ichiko’s hair had covered half her face. Her right arm and sleeve, as well as the small knife, were all stained crimson.

She looked like a madwoman.

"Hey~ where is my Haruko?"

"Sento, where are you taking my Haruko?"

"Give me back my Haruko!"

Just one look back scared Sento so much that he lost all his previous arrogance. He scrambled to escape while also looking at his abdomen in horror.

"When..."

Besides his chest, a large cut had also appeared on his abdomen.

He had clearly blocked her knife with the wine bottle just now, so when did his abdomen get injured!

"Sento, give me back my Haruko!"

Behind him, the hoarse and eerie voice came again.

Because of her stimulation, Ichiko seemed to have completely lost her mind.

The fear of death overshadowed the pain in his body. The surge of adrenaline quickened his breathing, and he violently opened the door.

The two bodyguards were not outside the door at all!

Ichiko followed behind. Sento barely had time to think and quickly went to the elevator. "Quick... hurry up!"

Damn it, why is this elevator stopped on the 1st floor!

He quickly ran towards the stairwell and went straight to the rooftop!

The cold wind howled. He clutched his abdomen, watching the girl with disheveled hair walk out of the door, his mood sinking to the bottom.

"Hey, Sento."

Ichiko’s eyes, not completely covered by her hair, stared intently at Sento.

"Where is my Haruko?"

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