Lord of Perverted Ladies

The blue system window disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, leaving me staring at the doorway while visitors continued filing into the club room.

Secondary Participant: Approaching.

Those three words refused to leave my mind.

I instinctively looked around the room again.

Ryan was enthusiastically explaining the rules to another group of visitors, gesturing toward the evidence board like he was hosting a television show. Marcus stood beside the fake crime scene answering questions from a middle-aged couple who seemed determined to inspect every clue twice. Daniel was resetting evidence markers after a group of children had accidentally mixed up the numbered cards, while Ethan quietly restocked notebooks and pencils on the registration table.

Noah noticed me looking toward the entrance.

”You all right?”

I tore my eyes away from the hallway.

”Yeah.”

”You’ve been checking the door a lot.”

”...Have I?”

He nodded once.

”I thought you were expecting someone.”

”I don’t think I am.”

It wasn’t exactly a lie.

I wasn’t expecting someone.

I was expecting something.

The distinction mattered.

Before Noah could ask another question, Ryan called out from the opposite side of the room.

”Adrian!”

”What?”

”We need another suspect statement.”

”We’re running low.”

”I’ll print more.”

I headed toward the small printer sitting on a table near the back of the room. While the machine slowly hummed to life, I glanced through the classroom windows overlooking the courtyard.

The exhibition was in full swing.

Students moved between club buildings carrying maps and drinks. Parents followed their children from booth to booth while teachers stood near the walkways answering questions from visitors. Somewhere outside, applause erupted as the Music Club apparently finished another performance.

Everything looked perfectly ordinary.

That somehow bothered me more.

The system had never warned me about ordinary days.

The printer beeped.

I collected the freshly printed suspect statements and returned to the front of the room.

The line outside had grown even longer.

Ryan looked almost offended by the development.

”We’re officially popular.”

Marcus looked toward the hallway.

”We’re officially understaffed.”

Daniel checked the sign-up sheet.

”I think we’ve already had more than eighty visitors.”

”Eighty-three,” Noah corrected without looking up.

Ryan blinked.

”You’ve been counting?”

”I’ve been recording participation.”

”You make everything sound professional.”

”It is.”

A little girl tugged gently on Ryan’s sleeve.

”Excuse me.”

Ryan immediately crouched down to her height.

”Yes, Detective?”

The girl pointed toward one of the photographs connected by red string.

”I think this person is lying.”

Ryan looked genuinely impressed.

”...Why?”

”Because everybody else says it was raining.”

”He says it wasn’t.”

Ryan slowly turned toward Noah.

”...She’s right.”

Noah smiled.

”She is.”

The girl’s father laughed.

”I don’t think I’ve ever seen her this focused.”

Ryan gave the girl a dramatic thumbs-up.

”Excellent detective work.”

She beamed before running back toward the evidence board.

Marcus watched the exchange.

”You handled that surprisingly well.”

Ryan looked proud.

”I contain multitudes.”

”I’m still not sure what that means.”

”Neither am I.”

The afternoon passed in much the same way.

Visitors came.

Visitors left.

Some solved the mystery in fifteen minutes.

Others spent nearly an hour debating motives that didn’t exist.

One elderly man insisted the victim had faked his own death despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary.

Ryan spent ten minutes arguing with him.

Respectfully.

Mostly.

It wasn’t until nearly three o’clock that something finally changed.

The hallway outside gradually became quieter.

Not empty.

Just...

Quieter.

I noticed it first because Ryan stopped talking in the middle of a sentence.

”...Huh.”

Marcus looked toward him.

”What?”

”Listen.”

Everyone fell silent.

The usual mixture of voices filling the hallway had somehow faded.

Footsteps still echoed outside.

But conversations had almost completely stopped.

Daniel frowned.

”That’s weird.”

Noah walked toward the doorway.

From where I stood, I could see students gathered farther down the corridor.

They weren’t panicking.

They weren’t shouting.

They were simply...

Watching.

Watching someone slowly walk through the old building.

I couldn’t see who.

The crowd blocked my view.

Ryan leaned slightly into the hallway.

”Who’s that?”

A pair of first-year students hurried past our room.

One of them whispered quietly to the other.

”I’ve never seen them before.”

”Maybe they’re one of the judges.”

”They don’t look like one.”

Noah looked back toward us.

”...Stay here.”

He stepped into the hallway.

Almost immediately, several students greeted him.

Their voices were too quiet for me to make out the conversation.

After another minute, Noah returned.

”Apparently someone’s visiting from another academy.”

Ryan looked disappointed.

”...That’s it?”

”So why’s everyone staring?”

Noah shrugged.

”I don’t know.”

”They said the person arrived with the academy director.”

That explained some of it.

Important guests usually attracted attention.

Still...

The system had warned me.

A blue window quietly appeared again.

______

[Main Story Update]

Secondary Participant

Distance: Near

Synchronization Progress:

92%

______

My heartbeat quickened.

Ninety-two percent.

Whatever that meant.

It sounded far too close.

”Adrian?”

Daniel’s voice pulled me back.

”You’ve gone quiet again.”

I forced a small smile.

”Sorry.”

”Just thinking.”

Ryan pointed dramatically.

”He does that.”

Marcus nodded.

”Frequently.”

”I’ve started noticing.”

Daniel laughed.

”I’m pretty sure everyone has.”

Noah watched me for another second before looking back toward the hallway.

His expression subtly changed.

Not alarm.

Recognition.

”...Someone’s coming.”

Several footsteps approached the doorway.

The line of waiting visitors naturally shifted to one side, making room.

Then a small group stopped outside our club room.

At the front stood Academy Director Whitmore, smiling politely as he spoke to someone just beyond my line of sight.

”I’ve heard quite a few compliments about this club already.”

”It seems our students have done impressive work.”

Another voice answered.

Young.

Calm.

”I’d like to see it.”

For reasons I couldn’t explain, the sound of that voice sent a chill down my spine.

Director Whitmore stepped into the room first.

Behind him walked two academy staff members.

Then...

The final person entered.

A student.

About our age.

Wearing a dark academy blazer that clearly wasn’t ours.

They paused just inside the doorway, quietly taking in the room without saying a word.

Ryan, naturally, recovered first.

”Welcome to the Mystery Research Club.”

The newcomer smiled politely.

”Thank you.”

”I’ve heard interesting things.”

Noah stepped forward.

”I’m Noah Walker.”

”I oversee the club.”

The student offered a hand.

”It’s nice to meet you.”

Their handshake lasted only a moment.

Then...

For the briefest instant...

The student’s eyes shifted away from Noah.

They landed on me.

Only for a second.

Barely long enough to notice.

Yet something about that single glance felt...

Intentional.

Like they hadn’t been looking around the room.

Like they’d been looking for someone.

For me.

The system chimed softly.

______

[Main Story Notification]

Secondary Participant

Synchronized

New story branch unlocked.

______

The blue window vanished before I could react.

The newcomer smiled again, calm and unreadable, before turning back toward the evidence board as though nothing unusual had happened.

I wasn’t convinced.

Somewhere deep inside, instinct told me the countdown hadn’t ended.

It had only reached the point where the real story could finally begin.