Chapter 48 – Pastor’s Grand Plan (What Was)

One.

From the moment she saw the photos and writings posted by Scar Rate on Inbyeol, only one thought remained in Lapis Julie’s head.

I have to go to my senior

Lapis Julie’s mother, Zelina Julie, had a dinner date with her betrothed, a woolly blonde, who had caught her, but she had long forgotten about it.
Her worry that her Paster would be taken away by her Skar rate if she stayed still was eating away at her quickly.

“I said I was going to the outlet.”

That’s how it came up in the bloody scar rate’s personality.
The city where Rias Trap’s headquarters is located, Hypocity had some of the most expensive land prices in the world. That’s why the infrastructure was also perfectly built, and there wasn’t even one department store with the name of an outlet.
If Lapis Julie had had a bit more time, she would have secretly entrusted the liars trap’s intelligence team with tracking down Paster’s location, but in panic, she couldn’t come up with such an idea.

“If you search all over, you will find it somehow.”

In the end, Lapis Julie did something that didn’t go well with her, who was called the flower of the intelligent and cool-headed Julie family, whose body suffered because of her bad head.

“Wait, senior. Because it’s a misunderstanding Because I can explain everything.”

Dressed in a beautiful white dress to turn Pastor’s mind, she left her house for the place where he would be.

2.

“Ska, so where are we going shopping? Red Outlet?”

When she was forcibly dragged by Scar and became a porter of shopping, she mainly used outlets.
There is no particular reason, just saying that I like the atmosphere the word outlet gives. She didn’t even know why she liked her, she said.

My guess is that Scar has been into an anime called Owlman before. She was the same as Owl Man and Outlet, so she seemed to go to the outlet most of the time.

I don’t know what bullshit it is, but Scar tends to be like this. Should I say that she has a corner that is so simple that it is a bit difficult to understand.

Anyway, since I’ve been to outlets often so far, she asked if it was outlets again this time, but surprisingly, Scar shook her head and denied my words.

“No, I won’t go to the outlet. Let’s go to Furios instead of the outlet today.”
“Furios?”
“Yes.”

Furios was a very expensive clothing store that sold clothes at slightly higher prices than outlet stores. Still, it was a place where the price was high because the quality of the clothes was as expensive as it was expensive.
Well, it wasn’t too much of a surprise to Scar, since it would be nothing more than an outlet or Furios or a good value-for-money clothing store.
Instead, I have a question.

Why did they choose distant and unfamiliar Furios rather than a nearby and familiar outlet?

“But why don’t you go to the outlet?”
“Because if we go to the outlet, our day… No, shopping will be interrupted.”

I don’t know what being interrupted means, but I could tell that Scar had just inadvertently said it was a date and then changed his mind.
She honestly wanted to tease and tease me with the word date, but she just nodded her head and agreed with her because it was a headache for her to get angry and it wasn’t bad to walk around peacefully like this now.

“Yeah, that’s right. Well, I’m in the receiving position today, so it doesn’t matter where I go.”

Considering that I originally tried to buy any clothes on the market floor, I actually feel very sensitive whether it’s an outlet or Furios. Even if you ask for everything hanging here, they’ll gladly buy you a ska that makes you feel good today.

In that sense, going to Furios, an expensive brand, is in many ways a waste of money.

I don’t like being in debt to others, but the reason I became like this in the first place is because of Scar and Iaris, so this time I won’t feel in debt and I’m going to accept everything.

“Shall we go then, Scar?”

I became a mosquito and reached out my hand instead of a straw. Scar smiled very happily and held my hand, unaware that he was going to bleed me.

“Okay!”

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We arrived near Furios around 12:00, ate a quick meal, enjoyed dessert at a dessert cafe famous for a date course, took a walk around the area, and after walking around, we entered Furios only around 4:00.

“Hang on!”

As soon as I entered, Scar ran to somewhere and handed over her clothes that I didn’t know when I saw them. And then she ordered me so naturally.

“Ruler! Now take off that dog-like sweats and change into these.”

Changing clothes isn’t a problem, but I heard something I couldn’t let go of.
I narrowed my eyebrows slightly and protested against Scar, pointing at the animated character drawn on my chest.

“Dog-like sweats. How comfortable is this? The characters are cute too.”
“Yeah, cute is right. But I want to see cool clothes more than cute ones. So hurry up and change into this.”

It seemed that Scar wanted to make this time with me a little more date-like.

Yeah, I can’t help it

Today was the day Scar decided that she would suck her blood as she did as she wished. So, you can change clothes as much as you like.
I entered her dressing room and came out wearing the black over-fit blazer she gave me, a white cotton tee, and black slacks, and Scar looked at me in awe.

“········.”
“Ska? What are you looking at? What’s wrong?”
“Uh, huh? Oh no! No! Oh! Give me those sweats! I’m going to go home and burn it so I can never wear it again!”

Scar, surprised to see if my question had brought me back to my senses, took away the sweats I was holding. The S-class Awakener’s grab was sharp, and the sweats I had been indebted to for several days were taken away with my eyes wide open.
Putting the sweats I stole from me into a zipper bag I don’t know where it came from, and putting it into a shopping bag I don’t know when I got it, Scar smiled like a gamer who bought a rare item.

But usually when you bring clothes like this, don’t you think they’ll wash them?

Of course, the word washing is strange.
Why do you wash other people’s clothes?
But one thing’s for sure, an excuse to wash it is better than saying you’ll never wear it again.

Well, saying that it will be washed or burned is actually an excuse, and in fact, it must be that you want to go home and smell the smell of sweat. And then you’ll masturbate. Year of change.

Knowing that Scar likes me solves several cold cases that happened to me in the past.

When I worked as the Leight family’s butler, my panties disappeared while I was taking a bath, and on the nights my panties were gone, Scar always called me. Things like hearing the sound of breathing.

That’s all Scar stole my panties and masturbated while sniffing her.
When I first noticed this, I got goosebumps and shuddered, but as I put on my handprint necklace and intoxicated with the smell of Scar, I thought it might be.

A person’s body odor certainly has infinite possibilities. Even I, who had a crush on Scar, was possessed for a moment.

Of course, even if that’s the case, stealing other people’s panties and smelling them isn’t enough, so calling the owner of the panties and getting excited while listening to her masturbate is something that a real pervert would do.

Anyway, just like that time, this time, Scar was planning to masturbate to my scent.
It’s just disgusting to see him peeping at my sweats in a shopping bag with his face dyed red and swallowing his mouth watering over and over again.
Looking at Scar, whose excitement was evident on her face, suddenly came to mind.

Come to think of it, Scar didn’t do a damn thing today. Besides, she paid for all the expenses today because that wasn’t enough. Is it because she didn’t show it once and did everything she wanted?

I just did everything she wanted, with the intention of sucking some Scarpi.
Even though I never did anything like that to make him my way, today’s ska was very easy.
Although I often reacted harshly according to my personality, compared to my usual bitch Scar-Late, the red-haired childhood friend in front of me was mild, almost like strawberry-flavored toothpaste for children.
It only took a little to fit her dating vibes, and she ended up being the ska-easy-go-lucky girl.
Seeing that, a word that I had heard somewhere suddenly stuck in my mind.

Gaslighting.

A word that means to exercise dominance over the other person by psychologically manipulating the other person, causing doubts about what one believes in, and clouding one’s judgment.
And now, seeing Scar smiling and trying to do whatever I want with a smile saying that she’s suited her on a date like this, something started to stand on my nerves.

Wait a minute, isn’t Skye perfect for gaslighting?

Crying and holding onto my legs, saying that I didn’t want to be abandoned, the feeling of being soaring even though I only got along a little, and trying to masturbate with the smell of my sweats all met the justification for gaslighting Scar.

But the word gaslighting… I feel something familiar yet repulsive. Well, of course it’s because of my mood.

Whether it was familiarity or rejection, it didn’t matter now. If you’ve been hurt for 15 years, it’s time for me to pay you back.

“·······Hehe.Hehe.”

I smiled sinisterly as I looked at Scar, who kept laughing without even knowing what fate he would face.