Chapter 98: Then Let’s Sign a Contract!
Chapter 98: Then Let’s Sign a Contract!
Where did the time go?
Suddenly, the second week had arrived.
It was Monday lunchtime.
Himekoji Akito stayed in the classroom, unable to stop thinking about what he’d actually done these past few days.
Hmm—
He cleared three dungeons, gained twelve levels, and found three purple-tier items…
Hey, that was actually pretty productive!
Thinking this, Himekoji let out a satisfied “Hmm,” then flopped lazily back in his chair like a useless, paralyzed lump.
Takanashi Rikka sat next to him, both small hands clutching her phone with intense concentration.
Right, I forgot to introduce everyone—this was Himekoji’s newly acquired disciple, the esteemed Evil Eye of the Wicked Lord.
“What level are you now?”
Himekoji asked casually, like a routine check on his disciple’s progress.
“Eighty!”
“Good, good. When you finally grind your way to sixt… huh… wait… You said eighty?”
Himekoji suddenly realized something was wrong and jumped in surprise.
“No way! It’s only been a few days! You’re already level eighty?”
He himself was only level eighty-five, thank you very much.
Damn, this weird little girl… not only was she odd, she also had quite a talent for bragging. Sceptically, Himekoji snatched her phone for a look, and then…
Well… it was awkward…
Damn, she really was level eighty. And judging by the experience bar, she was almost eighty-one!
“Playing games, playing games—that’s all you ever do! Is that proper?! Go study!”
Himekoji was feeling very resentful!
He was practically furious!
Think about it! He’d been playing this lousy game for weeks. He’d even pulled all-nighters! And now… he was almost surpassed by a complete newbie who’d only started a few days ago?
How infuriating was that?
Frustrated, Himekoji didn’t want to discuss games with Takanashi anymore. He rolled his eyes and snapped:
“Didn’t you have a makeup exam today? When?”
“Three PM.”
Rikka tapped away at her phone, not even looking up.
“And you’re not studying?! Don’t you want to pass?”
Himekoji had decided. He absolutely couldn’t let this crazy chuunibyou continue power-leveling like mad. Otherwise, his dominant position in the game would be under threat soon.
“I don’t wanna pass.”
Rikka answered surprisingly frankly this time.
“Wanting to won’t make it happen. Not wanting to is way easier.”
Oh? So she actually learned the things he’d told her a few days ago? Her learning ability wasn’t as bad as he imagined.
“Akito, team up and power-level me.”
So, she completely ignored the makeup exam in two hours.
“Like hell I will!”
Himekoji was depressed.
He wasn’t even sure who was supposed to be power-leveling whom anymore. He struggled through stages even decked in his purple gear. Meanwhile, Takanashi Rikka was practically assembling a full set of orange-tier items.
He really regretted helping her join this game. He’d ended up embarrassing himself…
“If you fail the makeup exam, no summer vacation for you. I’m warning you now, so don’t blame me later for not reminding you.”
“N-No summer vacation?”
Rikka’s eyes finally left the phone screen. They went wide, as if she couldn’t believe it.
“Wh-Why didn’t you say so earlier?! Knowing this, you should have forced me to study! You disgraceful Contractor! I’ll send you to the Demon King!”
Hearing “no summer vacation,” Rikka lost all her previous calm without a second thought. She immediately blamed Himekoji, wrinkled her little face, clenched her pink fists, and charged at him to vent her frustration.
Oh? My fault? Because I didn’t pressure you enough?
Hmph!
Himekoji sneered scornfully. Without hesitation, he stood up and stepped onto his chair.
Instantly, his elevation soared!
The result? The 150cm-tall shorty could only hit Himekoji’s knees by jumping up and down. Everywhere else was out of reach.
A few feeble punches from Rikka’s little arms and legs didn’t hurt him at all. It was actually kind of… pleasant.
Himekoji Akito enjoyed it for a moment, closing his eyes in satisfaction, before happily getting down to business:
“Rikka, tell your big brother, do you want to pass?”
“B-Brother? Pfft! How dare a mere Contractor disrespect this great presence! Do you know who I am…”
“Oh? So you don’t want to pass?”
Himekoji lifted an eyelid, looking down from his stool, and coolly interrupted her.
“C-can I… pass?”
Seeing Himekoji look utterly confident, the girl felt a faint spark of hope.
Who wouldn’t want to pass if they could? And besides, her summer vacation depended on it! Others would be happily playing during break, while she’d be stuck at school suffering through remedial classes. Just imagining it gave her a headache.
…
“Of course.”
Himekoji nodded proudly.
“Just look at who stands before you.”
“Pervert King!”
“Huh?”
Damn, couldn’t this annoying girl talk properly? Himekoji nearly stumbled off the stool.
“Akito?”
“Senior?”
“Senpai?”
“Onii-chan?”
That was more like it.
Himekoji nodded slightly, finally acknowledging her call.
“Hmm, but it lacks a little something. Call me ‘Good Onii-chan’.”
“Good Onii-chan?”
“Mn.”
“Good Onii-chan?”
“Mn.”
“Good Onii-chan!”
“Mmmmm~”
Himekoji was satisfied.
…
No wonder so many people liked lolis. Sweet voices, soft bodies… and so easy to trick. Lolicon enthusiasts truly were sage elders with great wisdom.
But still, there was one thing worth noting—
Takanashi Rikka was already sixteen. She was nearing the end of her loli phase.
Thinking this brought a tinge of regret.
Yes, Himekoji had already missed the best, the most optimal, the ideal timeframe to train a loli.
While Himekoji was indulging in melancholy, Takanashi Rikka had already grabbed his leg without any dignity.
“No summer vacation? The Evil Eye of the Wicked Lord shall never fail!”
No… the moment you received the makeup exam notice, you already failed it!
Also, that attitude changed way too quickly! Weren’t you putting on airs as the “Evil Eye of the Wicked Lord” just moments ago?
Ah, youth.
Himekoji shook his head.
“Rikka, I can help you. But first, you must promise me a few things.”
“Uh huh! Uh huh! Uh huh! I promise all of it! Everything!”
Rikka nodded her head rapidly like a hungry chick pecking rice.
Wait, I haven’t even told her what it is yet!
Himekoji shot the annoying girl a look, cleared his throat unhappily, and finally spoke:
“First, everything that happens next must stay secret. Can you do that?”
“Can! Can! Can!”
“I said, don’t be so flippant! Take this seriously!”
Angry, Himekoji lifted his hand and flicked her forehead.
“Oww! Oww! Owww!”
Rikka cried out in pain, hugging her head– seemingly trained exclusively in triplicate phrases.
“Okay. Then… let’s sign the contract!”
Himekoji thought for a moment, finally phrasing it in the way he figured a girl would most easily accept.