180 I will sell the hell of Ouri❤
The clock in the student council meeting room ticked once.
In that moment, the sweat of Shimotsukiuri trickled down her pale face, gathering at her rounded chin, finally pooling into a drop, which fell onto the table with a soft plop. She lowered her head, her fierce eyes seemingly searching for something on the table, the whites of her eyes slightly protruding and rapidly moving.
Meanwhile, sitting at the other end of the table, Momobami Kirari still maintained her poised demeanor, back straight, eyes forward, a slight smile at the corner of her lips.
What on earth… happened?
Clearly, I've already calculated the remaining cards in the deck and the expected value, and during this process, I absolutely did not make any mistakes, so why am I trapped in this deadlock?
This hand was prepared by me, and I've been closely watching Momobami Kirari's every move, there's absolutely no way she's cheating.
What on earth...?!
"Ah, Ouri-chan, why are you sweating? Is it too hot in here?"
"Sayaka, lower the air conditioning a bit," came the response.
It was now Kirari's turn again. She casually drew a card from the deck, adding it to her hand.
"Lucky, I've drawn a Four-Flare Rain," she said.
"Mmm."
Ouri-chan looked as though she'd been hit hard, gripping the edge of the table tightly to prevent herself from losing her balance and falling off the gambling table.
Again, I lost! Why!!?
Just as she was about to despair and start questioning her life, Momobami Kirari spoke softly: "Koi Koi~"
"Huh?!" Ouri-chan suddenly raised her head, was Kirari an idiot?
A Four-Flare Rain is worth 7 points, and the Four-Flare Ouri was aiming for was 8 points, but she was still missing one card. Since they had already called Koi Koi, if Kirari chose to end the game here, it would be her loss.
But according to her calculations, the next card in the deck would allow her to form the Four-Flare hand!
The only hand that could beat a Four-Flare was the Five-Flare, and the probability of that was extremely low. In Ouri-chan's calculations, the likelihood of that hand appearing was negligible.
So—
Ouri-chan grinned wildly, her slender hand swept across the deck, drawing a card, and she quickly flipped it over, slapping it heavily onto the table.
"Yees!" Ouri-chan stuck out her tongue, a trace of saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth.
Finally, I'm going to win! Momobami Kirari isn't invincible! God knows how much pressure I've been under during this two-player Hanafuda game with her.
"Hahaha, Four-Flare, I win!"
"Momobami Kirari, you're so overconfident! You'll pay for this, the student council will be gone from today onwards…" Ouri-chan couldn't wait to declare her victory, but she saw no sign of panic on Kirari's face.
"Ouri-chan, the only reason you chose Koi Koi was because you thought you'd draw a better card and form a new hand next round, right?"
"I've pretty much had enough of this, so I decided to end it all with you."
Ouri-chan's gaze trembled as she watched Kirari, following the movement of her hand.
No! No! No!
It's impossible! Impossible! Impossible!
A strange, almost maddening sound filled her ears as rows of bright red text appeared in her vision. All of her logical reasoning was being squeezed out by the madness in front of her. But as Kirari revealed her card, everything ended.
"Five-Flare~ worth 20 points, the highest-point hand, Ouri-chan, this round is your complete defeat."
How could this be allowed?!
The space and time around her seemed to be stripped away, and Ouri-chan felt as if she were in boundless darkness, unable to feel the passage of time anymore. Kirari appeared to be talking to Sayaka, but she could no longer hear anything.
Clearly, the probability of drawing a 20-point card was so low it could be ignored, so why could Kirari do it?
'I, who mastered proper calculations, who has dynamic memory, why did I lose to this woman, this villain who gambles purely based on mood and madness?'
This world... is too unfair!!
"Ahhhhhhh!"
Ouri-chan roared, and unexpectedly pulled a sharp knife out from her chest.
But instead of pointing it at Kirari, she turned the blade towards her own white neck.
For her, losing her ideals and beliefs meant losing control of her life. She didn't want to follow that cursed gambling contract, living as a dog for Kirari. If that's the case, then it's better to end it all!
Without hesitation, she swung the knife towards her neck.
As the cold blade was about to cut through her soft skin, she suddenly saw Sayaka standing behind her, holding a stun baton, and without a second's hesitation, he struck at Ouri.
Strong electric currents shot through her body, causing her to tremble all over. The knife fell with a clang onto the table.
Clang Clang...
Kirari stepped forward, walking towards Ouri, who lay on the floor with wide eyes, drooling from the corner of her mouth, her body twitching.
She crouched down, cupping Ouri's face with both hands, her gaze pure like an innocent child who had never seen the world, studying Ouri, who was sprawled on the ground.
"Perhaps Ouri-chan didn't hear the conversation I had with Sayaka just now," Kirari said.
"I've already expected you'd try to commit suicide," she continued, smiling brightly like a mischievous child who got the toy she wanted. "But that's not allowed, because according to your gambling agreement, everything now belongs to me. Right now, you don't even have the right to take your own life."
Kirari smiled radiantly, her expression pure and beautiful like a spring flower, as though she were a playful little girl who couldn't wait to play with her new toy until it was broken.
She squeezed Ouri's face, forcing her to lift her head to look at her.
"Now, it's punishment time."
"I'm going to mark my toy."
In Ouri-chan's desperate gaze, and Sayaka's envious look, Kirari slowly opened her mouth.
The sweet, sticky drool turned into the most refreshing spring water, exposed to the air as it left Kirari's lips.