Bonus (2/3)
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Chapter 22 – Caught Between Her Legs!
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With Jet Slicer (Auto Vajin) joining the battle, the fight quickly turned into a one-sided massacre. Even though Kihara had little experience using swords, the overwhelming fire suppression made it easy for him to cut down the mole-like monsters that had already been forced to their knees by the Gatling barrage.
"Exceed Charge!"
"Crimson Drill!"
He finished off the last monster with a flashy Rider Kick. As it disintegrated, a cheerful notification sounded in his mind.
"Combat Level increased to [1]. Physical abilities and sword proficiency have improved."
"Finally…" Kihara let out a breath. "All that fighting wasn't for nothing. My combat level went up."
He happily canceled his transformation.
Baoduo Rikka looked at him, covered in wounds, yet grinning like an idiot and couldn't help wondering if he had some kind of masochistic streak. She walked over, her blue eyes scanning his injuries, then lightly poked a spot that looked less severe.
"—Hiss! Rikka, what was that for?!"
She shot him an annoyed glare.
"So you do feel pain. Hurry up, we're going back. I'll treat your wounds!"
"Alright, alright, let's go."
When they arrived at Kihara's home, Rikka moved with familiarity, opening cabinets, pulling out the first aid kit.
But the moment Kihara took off his shirt, revealing a body covered in injuries, her expression changed. She hurried over, her voice urgent:
"Lie down. Now!"
"Okay…"
Her fingers were soft, with a faint coolness to them. Even the simple act of touching his wounds seemed to ease the pain. Lying face-down on the sofa, Kihara couldn't help but let out a contented hum.
But as Rikka looked at his battered body, the emotions she'd been holding back finally overflowed.
Tears fell.
One drop. Then another.
Kihara felt something warm, not like antiseptic fall onto his back. He froze, then quickly turned his head.
"Rikka… why are you crying?"
"You're hurt like this—how could I not cry?!"
He didn't quite understand. After all, he got hurt because he wanted to improve, not because of her.
Maybe… she's just being empathetic. Like a good friend…
Reaching that conclusion, he sat up and gently patted her head.
"Sorry for worrying you. But it's really nothing—I'll be jumping around again tomorrow!"
Rikka wiped her tears and smacked his hand away. Her watery blue eyes trembled like rippling water as she glared at him.
"Even if you don't care about getting hurt… can you at least think about how I feel? Or… am I just not that important to you?"
"No, no! That's not it at all!" Kihara waved his hands in panic.
"Putting aside the whole debt thing… aren't we good friends now? Of course you're important! Today, because you were there, I was able to finish them off so quickly!"
"Good friends…?" Rikka almost laughed in disbelief.
What kind of "friends" did everything they did together?
Cooking for him every day. Shopping together after school. Washing dishes, chatting, going out on weekends…
If this was still "just friends," she might as well stand on her head and wash her hair.
Looking at Kihara's completely sincere—yet utterly clueless—eyes, Rikka took a deep breath.
Then she sat beside him, gently pressed his head down… and placed it on her lap.
"R-Rikka!?"
"Don't talk!"
Her voice trembled slightly. She herself wasn't sure how she'd suddenly done something this bold. The warmth of his breath against her thighs made her want to disappear from embarrassment.
But she knew—
If she backed down now, with Kihara's hopeless emotional intelligence, he would never understand.
So she forced herself to stay calm and continued treating his wounds while giving him a lap pillow.
At the very least… this should make it clear.
They were definitely not just friends.
Her thighs were soft and warm—like sun-dried blankets, carrying a comforting heat. Even his pain seemed to fade under that gentle warmth.
She carefully applied ointment, the cool sensation soothing him further. Kihara gradually closed his eyes, his cheek resting against her smooth, milk-like skin.
A faint scent lingered in the air, something like flowers, mixed with the youthful fragrance unique to a high school girl.
He had to try very hard not to take a deep breath.
As his breathing slowed, sleep crept in.
Rikka noticed his body relax, his brows smoothing out. A small smile appeared on his lips.
Her hand moved naturally to his hair, gently stroking it.
Then, in a soft, almost sleepy voice, she hummed:
"I'll always be by your side… supporting your shoulders with my strength…"
Her feelings swayed within that quiet melody.
Even the setting sun seemed reluctant to leave, lingering a little longer before finally fading away.
Rikka sent a message to her mother so she wouldn't worry. Watching Kihara's peaceful sleeping face, she began to feel drowsy herself.
She yawned, adjusted the pillow beside her, leaned slightly to the side… and closed her eyes.
"Good night… you blockhead…"
When Kihara woke up, he had never felt so comfortable.
The first thing he saw.
Soft, pale thighs beneath his cheek.
If he turned slightly, he could even see the slightly rumpled pleated skirt and the indentation caused by his weight.
He had to admit…
His willpower was far weaker than he thought.
The "inner dragon" awakened instantly.
A sleeping high school girl, completely defenseless—was right in front of him.
He found himself facing a classic dilemma:
Be a beast… or be worse than a beast.
Even though he had grown out of his old "galgame protagonist fantasies," this situation still hit dangerously hard.
Especially since Rikka was undeniably beautiful.
And those soft, plush thighs…
They made him think:
"If I could just be squeezed by them once… it'd be worth dying."
In the end—
The devil won.
Slowly, carefully, Kihara lifted himself up like a thief, then extended his hand toward the tempting space between her thighs.
His fingers hovered, hesitating.
And then—
A soft hand suddenly grabbed his wrist.
Rikka.
She placed his hand on her left thigh, then crossed her legs—firmly trapping his hand between them like a sandwich filling.
Her eyes curved into a faint, dangerous smile as she looked straight at him.
"Kihara… tell me."
"What do you think… our relationship is now?"
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