Chapter 90: Don’t You Dare Expect That from Me!

Himekoji sat bare-chested, hugging his knees tucked into the corner of the sofa.

Kasumigaoka eyed him with amusement, her gaze roaming up and down repeatedly.

The atmosphere felt weird.

Finally, the girl tilted her chin and spoke—

“Mm~ Hihime, care to explain this strange thing now?”

Kasumigaoka lightly tapped her own head with a finger.

Damnit, so she’s settling a score now…?

She waits until I’ve drunk the milk, gulped the water, then starts the interrogation?

He really wanted to tell her not to worry about such details.

Well, just a thought.

…

“Before that, could you maybe… lend me some clothes?”

Himekoji pretended to sound timid, figuring changing the subject was a safe bet.

“Oh, sure.”

Kasumigaoka agreed easily. Then, she stretched out her arms—getting ready to pull off her nightgown.

“Wait! What’re you doing?! I warn you, I’m not some easy person!”

Himekoji panicked.

“Huh?”

She paused mid-action, blinking innocently as if confused.

“Didn’t you ask for clothes?”

“I didn’t mean the ones you’re wearing!”

His mind screamed with things to complain about.

Plus, judging by the earlier… bumpiness under her nightgown, she obviously wore no bra underneath!

Pulling that off meant totally bare!

What insane idea was this?!

“So… you want what’s under me?”

Kasumigaoka actually bent over then, reaching under her nightgown without hesitation—

“Stop! Don’t get even crazier!”

Himekoji faked anger, like he’d been teased too far.

But secretly, he felt relieved. Looks like changing the topic worked… for now.

…

So—

Did Kasumigaoka really let it slide?

Probably not.

Most likely, she was just playing along with his act.

Because she’s the “Evil God.”

Compared to pushy demands, quietly figuring out someone’s heart step by step—that was Kasumigaoka Utaha.

Forced answers weren’t always true.

An easy rule the “Evil God” obviously knew well.

She lied so often, she was always alert against lies herself.

If Yukinoshita never lied… Kasumigaoka simply never opened up.

…

Seeing his subject-change trick worked, Himekoji pressed his advantage right away.

He covered his bare chest tightly, paused thoughtfully, then pretended to suddenly remember something urgent.

“Oh! Almost forgot why I came! You know what I’m here for, right?”

“Oh, wasn’t it using your editor status to barge into my home uninvited? Then using your job to… seduce me?”

Se-seduce?!

She just said it so casually like it was normal!

Seriously?! She actually said that!

“Seduce nothing?! Apologize to all honest hardworking editors right now!”

“Well then, come to my room.”

Ignoring his protest, Kasumigaoka tossed her hair and turned, walking off.

“Huh?! N-no way!”

Himekoji instinctively hugged himself tighter.

An editor seducing the writer?! Totally backwards!

He screamed internally.

“It’s fine. It’s my work room.”

She glanced back at him, voice flat and calm.

Himekoji froze for a second, mouth opening but no words coming. Seeing her walking away, he hurried after.

…

Kasumigaoka’s work room was basically her study.

Two large bookshelves, a desk, and a single bed for rest—spacious and tidy.

“Wow, so many books…”

Himekoji stared, amazed.

Kasumigooka stayed quiet, seated gracefully in her chair.

When silent like this, her beauty became a perfect disguise.

Himekoji stood above the seated girl, looking down from his height advantage—when suddenly, his thing stiffened…

Hell! She really IS braless!

He jerked his eyes away.

Flustered, he blurted something clumsy just to distract himself—

“Uh, about that… Right! Shouldn’t we, uh, discuss the outline progress?”

“It’s printed. On the desk.”

Kasumigaoka Utaha pointed casually.

She kept her eyes fixed on Himekoji Akito the whole time.

Himekoji felt the intense stare, making his scalp tingle with unease.

…

“Hey! Quit staring at me like that! It’s seriously creeping me out, okay?!”

Under the girl’s calm yet razor-sharp gaze, Himekoji felt utterly exposed—as if Kasumigaoka had peeled away every layer, leaving him bare!

Wait… actually, he was already half-bare… at least above the waist…

Squirming uncomfortably, Himekoji coughed twice, pretending to review the outline to hide his burning cheeks and awkwardness.

Also… seriously, was he really going to stay shirtless all night?

…

After several minutes scrutinizing the outline, Himekoji finally looked up and breathed a sigh of relief—

“See? You wrote plenty! Just give what’s done to Sonoko-nee already. Even a half-finished draft would reassure her.”

“But what I’ve written falls short,” Kasumigaoka murmured, shaking her head calmly.

“Submitting this for review is unacceptable.”

“What’s wrong with it?” Himekoji asked.

“Can’t you tell? Both the plot and dialogues feel empty and shallow.”

It was undeniable—Kasumigaoka allowed zero room for mediocrity in her work.

“Huh?”

That caught Himekoji off guard.

He frowned slightly and peered at the outline again.

Maybe paying closer attention helped, for within moments, he too spotted the flaw.

“Maybe… because it’s your first time writing a school harem genre?”

“Mmm. Possibly.”

Kasumigaoka stood up abruptly, her voice low.

While Himekoji was still earnestly examining the outline, the girl drifted silently to his side.

“Haaa—”

A soft, warm breath grazed Himekoji’s ear—fragrant as orchids. Then, without warning, Kasumigaoka’s pale, slender fingers pinched his exposed nipple.

Yep… Himekoji’s nipple. Suddenly. Brutally. Pinched.

What kind of absurd twist was this?!

A wave of goosebumps and electric shock tore through him!

His nipples and ears were his most sensitive spots!

[Sensation Amplified!]

[Amplification Stacked!]

Stacked?! What kind of madness was that?!

But before Himekoji could muster a retort, his whole body convulsed. Ten thousand volts of electricity surged wildly under his skin—tingling, melting, flooding him with unbearable pleasure he couldn’t escape…

Ohhh, so good… Don’t stop…

Don’t sto—Wait, NO!

Stop! Make it STOP!

Don’t underestimate a Pervert’s willpower!

Gritting his teeth, Himekoji slapped Kasumigaoka’s “wicked” hand away and scrambled like a cornered rat to the far wall.

“Y-you… What was that for?!” he choked out, trembling with fury.

“Oh, another naughty prompt popped into my head~”

Kasumigaoka tilted her head, flashing an innocent, doe-eyed look as she playfully batted her lashes.

Ugh! She said it like it was totally believable!

“Bull! Nothing appeared at all!” Himekoji fumed. He’d seen her prompts—they were blank!

“So… When will one appear?”

The girl gazed back, eyes sparkling with genuine curiosity.

Huh? Curiosity?!

“STOP ANTICIPATING WEIRD STUFF!”

Himekoji felt his sanity fracture.