Chapter 107: Don't Stare at Me So Hungrily
A gentle breeze that caresses my heart,
Our encounter beneath the cherry blossoms.
That fleeting tenderness filled my chest with warmth.
Can I call you my most important person…?
After seeing the two girls off, Takumi hummed "Whispers of the Wind" as he walked along the top of the residential walls back toward Ryōzanpaku. Suddenly something small and furry leapt down from one of the houses. He snatched it out of the air on reflex—only to find himself holding an adorably fluffy kitten, just a few months old.
"Nyaa~"
The little cat mewed innocently. Takumi stared at it for a moment, then muttered,
"Hey, little guy… haven't we met somewhere before?"
"Nyaa~"
Of course the kitten didn't answer, but Takumi finally remembered.
"Ohhh, you're the one from that time I went on my official first date with Miu on the 4th! What a coincidence. Hmm… Miu really loves cats, so maybe it'd be better to give her a real one. Sorry to your owner, little buddy, but I've decided—I'm catnapping you!"
Grinning mischievously, he was just about to hop away when—
BANG!
A rock came flying out of nowhere and smashed straight into the large floor-to-ceiling
window of the house he'd just jumped down from. A delinquent-looking high-school boy in a sneaky pose quickly bolted and vanished down the street.
CRASH!
A huge hole spiderwebbed across the glass. The sliding door flew open and a furious girl stormed out, bellowing at the top of her lungs:
"Baka yarou! You're dead!!"
Before Takumi could even get a proper look at her, she launched herself skyward and came down with a devastating flying dragon kick.
"Whoa whoa, missy—you've got the wrong guy!"
In an absurd display of balance, Takumi bent backward into a perfect bridge right on the narrow thirty-centimeter-wide wall, letting the kick sail harmlessly over him. The girl landed on the street outside, rolling once to bleed off the impact before whipping her head around in disbelief.
Doing an iron bridge on a wall that narrow? How insane was this guy's lower-body strength, flexibility, and balance?!
Takumi took the chance to size her up properly. Short, vivid red hair. Striking emerald-green eyes. She wore a red cropped jacket and… those iconic uneven jeans—one leg long, one leg short—just like a certain popular character from 'A Certain Magical Index'. And those bare, toned legs were absolutely killer. You'd have to have confidence to pull off an outfit like that.
She looked vaguely familiar, but 'History's Strongest Disciple Kenichi' was so old that Takumi had mostly forgotten the plot—only the core Ryōzanpaku members stuck in his memory. He couldn't quite place her.
The girl opened her mouth to yell again, but then her gaze landed on the kitten in his arms. Her whole body instantly radiated killing intent.
"You bastard—get down here right now!"
"Uh… little girl, saying stuff like 'get down here if you've got the guts'—what, are you asking me to lend you some 'seed' to get pregnant or something?"
His usual trash-talking habit kicked in full force with strangers. The girl's face went beet-red with rage; steam practically poured from her ears.
She roared and charged again—this time not with a flying kick, but with a classic double-leg scissor takedown. Wrapping both legs around the neck and using hip torque to flip and slam the opponent—it was a high-risk, forbidden move. One wrong twist and you could snap someone's neck.
Takumi was about to dodge when the kitten suddenly squirmed and bit his hand. Reflexively he circulated his ki to protect himself, but that tiny distraction was enough—he couldn't evade in time. The girl's thighs clamped around his neck like a vice, and the momentum sent both of them tumbling off the wall.
"Mmph—!"
He couldn't breathe. Those thighs really were like steel scissors. Struggling instinctively, his nose ended up pressed right against her exposed navel, rubbing it with every frantic movement. The ticklish sensation almost made her burst out laughing.
Her original plan had been perfect: use the moment of weightlessness during the fall to torque her hips and flip him for a clean, devastating finish. But the sudden itch completely destroyed her focus—her strength drained away, and the two of them just rolled messily into the yard's bushes.
"Ow!"
Both yelped at the same time. Takumi's head had smacked a rock. The girl's stomach had taken a direct hit from his forehead.
Gasping, he grabbed her hips to pry her legs off his neck. The moment his hands clamped onto her butt, she shrieked in outrage and fury, squeezing even harder.
"You filthy pervert! I'll crush your neck!!"
The words sounded completely wrong coming out like that. Despite their extremely close contact, there was zero erotic atmosphere—just pure violence.
This couldn't go on. Takumi circulated his magic power and sent a surge straight into her body. To women, his magic was basically a cheat code—the moment it entered, an irresistible wave of heat and pleasure crashed through her.
The girl jolted violently. Her legs instantly lost strength. Takumi seized the opening, forced her thighs apart, flipped her underneath him, pinned both her arms above her head, and wedged his left knee between her legs—pressing right up against her most sensitive spot.
"Let—let go of me, you bastard!!"
A strange, urgent sensation like she might wet herself surged through her. Being pinned in such a humiliating position drove her into a frenzy of struggling.
Takumi growled,
"Keep squirming and I'll strip you naked right here and rape you!"
Sure enough, the fiery girl—who'd trained in martial arts her whole life—finally felt the overwhelming gap in raw strength between men and women, along with the terror of a woman's greatest humiliation. Her mouth snapped shut. She could only glare up at him with blazing emerald eyes full of fury.
"What's your name?"
"Hmph."
She refused to answer. Takumi deliberately leaned down as if he were about to bite her chest—the same trick he'd used on Miu countless times to instantly melt her anger. The redhead panicked and thrashed.
"Nanjō Kisara!"
The name clicked instantly. Right—now he remembered. She was definitely from 'Kenichi'. Originally part of the delinquent gang Ragnarok, later one of Kenichi's team captains. A leg-specialist fighter.
"Listen up. My name is Takumi Hoshino—Kouichi. I was just passing through. I didn't break your window, okay?"
By now she'd realized he wasn't lying about the window. But the humiliation of her current position completely overshadowed any anger about the glass. She huffed and said nothing.
"Alright, I'm letting go. So don't come chasing after me again. I already have girlfriends—more than one, actually. So I really can't 'lend you my seed,' got it?"
Her beautiful eyes went wide. Her face flushed crimson with rage. Her teeth ground audibly—she looked ready to bite a chunk out of this shameless man.
And then his next words sent her completely over the edge.
"Stop looking at me with such thirsty eyes. It's kinda scary."
Takumi slowly climbed off Nanjō Kisara, casually brushing the dirt and grass clippings from his clothes. Then, with exaggerated "kindness," he extended a hand down to her.
"What's wrong? Can't get up? Here, let me help you~"
The instant he bent over, Kisara's legs snapped shut like steel traps again—this time clamping around his own leg in a vicious scissor. Both hands planted firmly on the ground, she used the leverage to spin her body in a full roll, dragging him down with her.
This was the Crocodile Dragon Twist—a brutal ground technique. Just like how a crocodile clamps its jaws on prey and then rolls violently to tear off huge chunks of flesh, this move fused elements of grappling and submission holds. The double-leg scissor targeted the upper body; this one went low, hitting the legs and hips with devastating surprise.
Takumi seemed completely caught off guard—he went tumbling down with a yelp.
"Hey! We agreed no more chasing! Keep this up and I'm seriously gonna get mad!"
Once she had him down, Kisara didn't waste a second. Hands and feet working in perfect coordination like a prowling tiger, she lunged onto his back, driving her knee straight toward his spine. Lock that vertebrae and even a powerlifter turns into a limp noodle!
But—she missed.
The next instant both her arms were wrenched backward in a brutal reverse lock from behind, and a hard knee slammed right into the center of her own spine.
"Fuc—!"
Kisara couldn't believe how insanely fast he was. In the blink of an eye she'd been flipped, forced onto her knees in the grass, arms yanked back, spine pinned under crushing pressure. Every ounce of her martial skill was completely neutralized.
"You woman… really don't know how to keep your word. Looks like I gotta teach you a lesson."
"Hmph. Just kill me already—don't waste breath on crap."
"Are you brain-damaged? Why the hell would I risk my life and become a murderer? If you're looking for a double suicide partner, find someone else!"
Takumi's tongue was as vicious as ever toward anyone who showed him clear hostility. Kisara's face flushed with fresh rage, steam practically rising from her head.
"Shut your damn mouth, you bastard!"
"Sigh… you're the prisoner here, and you're still acting so cocky? Guess I really do need to discipline you properly. Hmm… how about I just take you from behind right here? Rear-entry style~"
"If you've got the guts then do it! I'll just treat it like getting bitten by a stray dog. Next time I swear I'll kill you for real!!"
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