Chapter 139: Such a Soft Little Bottom
Chapter 139: Such a Soft Little Bottom
Himekoji bent down to untie the girl.
But just as he moved his waist, rustle—his loose-fitting casual pants, which had become baggy at some point, abruptly slid down. They hung glaringly around his ankles.
W-Wait! Where was his belt?
Himekoji froze for a second.
Belt… belt…
Holy crap!
That belt Yukinoshita used to tie someone up… was that his?!
Oh god, this was awkward.
…
They say—
The best kind of love isn’t mutual attraction, but her screaming while covering her eyes at your leg hair and little buddy, buzzing like springtime.
Pfft. “Love”? Yeah, right!
“Pervert! Sicko! Sexual harasser!”
After her piercing shriek, Eriri refused to let up. Kicking her little legs wildly, she launched attack after attack at Himekoji.
Of course, Himekoji dodged them easily.
The “King of Fighters” skill was still active.
Through the exposed, sensitive leg hairs of his own legs, he sensed the air currents stirred by Eriri’s kicks. Like predicting the future, he foresaw every one of the golden Twin Tails’ attacks and sidestepped them.
So easy!
“I thought you were busy?”
Since her kicks weren’t landing anyway, Eriri gave up. The girl shot Himekoji a glare, snorting her displeasure.
“Yeah, I am busy.”
Hearing that reminded Himekoji of the person he’d left at the movie theater—Totsuka.
He’d promised to return before the movie started…
“Then go! Get busy!”
“Mm. I already am.”
“Busy with what?”
Eriri puffed her cheeks, glaring unhappily.
“Busy trying to cheer up Her Royal Highness.”
Himekoji said it offhandedly.
Meanwhile, he swiftly untied the belt binding Eriri’s hands, hauled his pants back up, and looped it flippantly through his waistband.
“Like Her Royal Highness needs your cheering!”
As soon as the words left her mouth, Eriri flexed her newly freed wrists. Instantly dropping into a crouch, she yanked Himekoji’s freshly hiked-up pants down right back to his ankles.
His leg hair fluttered majestically in the breeze.
“Worse than an animal! Why bother putting pants back on, pervert? Pervs don’t need pants!”
“What did you call me?”
Himekoji wasn’t having it.
This brat! What rotten manners! Sassing her rescuer?
“I called you worse than an animal! Worse! Than! An! Animal! Clear enough?”
Eriri planted her hands on her hips, leaning her tiny frame forward threateningly.
“Where exactly am I worse than you?”
Himekoji felt unjustly accused.
“Hmph! Everywhere!”
Eriri lifted her chin, radiating arrogance.
Her golden Twin Tails swung spiritedly with the movement, as exquisite and elegant as fine art.
Worse everywhere?
Bull!
Utter nonsense, absolute nonsense!
How could a little brat like Eriri compare to something like his twenty centimeters?
Himekoji couldn’t be bothered arguing. He just smiled, fixing Eriri with a slightly teasing look, silent.
Eriri squirmed under his gaze. A flush crept across her cheeks. Instinctively, she touched her face.
Had flowers bloomed there or something? Nope!
W-Wait!
Realization struck her belatedly—she’d missed something crucial earlier—
“Worse than an animal… worse than you… worse than an animal… worse… than… me…”
“Ah! H-Himekoji! Y-You… you insulted me!”
Her pretty brows furrowed instantly. Without another word, she charged at Himekoji, tiny fists flailing.
“Jerk! Idiot! Moron! Pest! Pervert!”
Eriri gave chase, Himekoji ran.
He turned to flee.
Yet, in the moment of turning, Himekoji glimpsed—
Eriri, long ago, still a little girl.
Dressed in a soft pink dress, bouncing ahead, her Twin Tails dancing on her shoulders.
If he’d snuck up and startled her back then, she’d have definitely jumped. Followed by loud “Eeeeek!” screams while chasing him, demanding revenge.
Eriri’s punches had never packed much force, even as a child.
Quite the dummy. Always bluster over substance. Little fists like hers landed without any sting.
…
“Thud!”
But Himekoji hadn’t gone far. His neglected pants, still bunched around his ankles, tripped him. He fell flat, face planting hard.
Super painful!
Impossible. Himekoji had his “King of Fighters” skill! Yet, he tripped?
Hmm… Actually, he’d turned the skill off, giving Eriri a chance.
And Eriri didn’t waste Himekoji’s scrap of pity. She seized this unexpected opportunity.
Plonking right down, she sat firmly on Himekoji’s rear, pinning him triumphantly beneath her.
“Run? Go on, run now?”
Golden Twin Tails radiated smug satisfaction.
“Whoa~… Such a soft little bottom.”
Watching her gloat, Himekoji immediately teased back, pretending it was just an observation.
Despite now being the one pinned beneath her.
“Huh? Wha—? Hey!”
Such a soft little bottom?!
Eriri jolted, flustered. A scarlet blush engulfed her face.
True, Himekoji was often a pervert. But until now, he’d never said anything quite that outrageous to her.
This… involved bottoms! Bottoms!
It felt… a little… borderline flirty!
Redness flooded her face, reaching her ears and even flushing her delicate neck, making it look temptingly pink.
“Y-Your… Your bottom is soft too.”
After a long struggle, the retort Eriri finally managed was this baffling sentence.
Gah! What obscene nonsense had she just blurted?!
Die. Seriously…
She frantically pressed her small hands against her burning cheeks. Thankfully, with Himekoji trapped beneath her, he couldn’t see her mortification.
Had… had she just teased him back?!
Himekoji almost twisted around to check. Was this girl riding him really Eriri, not Kasumigaoka?
Nah, too lazy to turn. Neck felt stiff anyway.
Deep down, he knew the answer.
It was Eriri.
Because Kasumigaoka Utaha possessed a larger, curvier bottom.
Not aiming to compare or rank them. Both possessed excellent rears, though distinctively different styles. Simply put, they weren’t the same model at all.
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Yukinoshita didn’t mention the hostage when handing the criminal over to the police.
Since she was unharmed, there was no need for tedious things like interrogation records to ruin the girl’s mood.
Shooting people in public—three serious injuries, four minor ones—even without the kidnapping charge, was enough to convict that maniac.
“And the young Hero who subdued the assailant? Where is he?”
“The Hero…”
Yukinoshita murmured softly. She paused, lost for a moment. After a couple of seconds, she finally replied.
“He might… come down soon.”
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The movie ended.
Totsuka sat alone in the cinema.
“It’s a… bit disappointing.”
A gentle, sun-like smile seemed to fade, dissolving into the cinema’s dark, cold corners.
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