Ultimate Spy

“Huhhh.” Kamishiro suddenly leaned forward. “So then, that person really was Junko Enoshima.
I knew it… Yep, seems like that wiretap I put in your room worked perfectly!”

Huh?

“Say, Kamishiro?”

“Hm? What?”

“What did you say just now? Did you say… a wiretap?”

“Yeah, I said that. I said wiretap. What about it?”

“…A wiretap?”

“Yes, it’s a common device used for eavesdropping.”

I quickly stood from my chair.

“H-h-how is that normal?!” I yelled at the top of my lungs. “Regular, average people don’t use
those things!”

Despite my objections, Kamishiro’s face was as calm as ever.

“Let’s not go on and on about the wiretap. It was crime prevention.”

“Wiretaps aren’t just used to prevent crimes!!”

“Ahaha, so you noticed! Clap, clap, clap!” As he verbally applauded me, he withdrew a giant
paper bag from under his chair. Immediately, the boy shoved his hand into the bag and pulled out
a pastry.

“Ah, a Sugar Twist Doughnut!” As he cheered by himself, he happily crammed it into his mouth.

“…That’s a little rude.”

“Hugha Fuwa Fughu.”

“I have no idea what you just said.”

Kamishiro swallowed down the doughnut that had been stuffed into his mouth before
responding.

“…I said, ‘not just you’, Big Sis. I don’t want you to misunderstand me, it’s just part of the job.

If we’re talking altogether… I guess I’ve wiretapped around this many people?”

Kamishiro held up all his fingers.

“Wha?! Ten people?!”

“Mm-mm,” he shook his head. “A hundred.”

“A… A hundred?!”

Each finger was supposed to be ten people?!

“Almost one for every Dalmatian, am I right?”

As I stood there, stunned by the unexpected amount of people he had claimed, he explained his
logic.

“…The reason is that I rotate between girls pretty often. That way I can still have fun, regardless
of if it’s someone’s time of the month!” He puffed out his chest― wait, that part’s not an
important detail!

“Anyways… how did you manage to wiretap one hundred people’s rooms?”

“Ahaha, it’s easy with my talent! Sneaking into places like the girls’ bathroom or locker room is
a piece of cake!”

“Do something else with that piece of cake!”

“Oh, but it’s nice and soft, with extra cream!”

Ahh, this has gotten out of hand so fast! Not just out of hand… out of leg, head, back… out of
everything!

“Either way, I say let bygones be bygones,” the boy suddenly announced, dismissing the entire
wiretapping conversation as if it were nothing and instead starting on a different subject.