Hiyoko Saionji 🐜💦さんのイラストまとめ

[ @ZetsuboNoJo0 ]

"Big Sis....

Oh, Siiis~

I have a present for you...!"

The dancer approaches her idol's lair (dormitory) in the wee hours of the night... With the Ultimate Yakuza, and his companion the Ultimate Kendo Master in tow...
@YakuzaGuns @yakuzas_tool

@YakuzaGuns @yakuzas_tool "...."

Hiyoko stands by with an impish grin on her face...

She had a front-row seat to their despairing moment. She knew they'd been friends, that much Junko told her, but she never knew it ran this deep.

All the better. All the more wonderful it would be when they break.
>>

"No, Nagito.

Please stop.

Don't fight him.

He'll kill you.

...h ee h ee he hee."

"Let's just see what he does now.
...Puhu~!
Are you watching me, sis?
I hope you are...!"

Having completed her task, she walks away from the scene. She'll have to imagine @YakuzaGuns despair, for now at least.

@YakuzaGuns "....
I guess you didn't really care at all.
Some brother you turned out to be."

The Yakuza was clearly disoriented...

There was no need to pretend anymore. With this barb, she attacked his heart directly. Even if he didn't respond, the barb would stay there, and fester.

[ @YakuzaGuns ]

"....

Hey, Fuyuhiko."

She calls out to him softly.

"We all heard what happened.

... Sorry."

This was all moving so quickly for Hiyoko. This was the first bit of despair that was truly 'hers.' A mark of her own. Junko was supervising, of course, but she was really the one pulling the strings, for the first time...

It was wonderful.

She had to find Fuyuhiko.
>>

@ZetsuboNoJo0 "Puhu! You flatter me!!

I'm gonna go pay Boss Baby a little visit first. I wanna give him a gentle shove in the right direction."

She skips off merrily, looking to find the grief-struck Yakuza.

[ @ZetsuboNoJo0 ]

"Junko~. Junko Junko Junko~!

The reserve course bitch ate it today. I got the photos we need. Check em out!"

The dancer slips a stack of photos to her big sister. They're all despairingly beautiful.

Hiyoko grinned at the set of photos Mahiru had developed. They were all expertly crafted, highly detailed... And incredibly gory. Word was just starting to spread of a murder in the Reserve Course. These photos were the key needed to move to the next part of the plan...