Chapter 149: I, Eriri, Will Beat You to Death Today!

“Huh? Did… did I hear water?”

Eriri shook her head, looking around while muttering in confusion.

“It’s the sound from the movie.”

Kasumigaoka replied calmly, without a trace of panic.

“Eek! Why is the floor wet?”

“The theater leaks.”

Kasumigaoka continued bluffing, and as she spoke, she subtly pressed down on her skirt.

…

Theater leak?

The leak was clearly coming from you, the water monster!

Himekoji Akito, hiding beneath the seat cushion pressed under Kasumigaoka’s bottom, couldn’t help but roll his eyes, silently complaining inside.

After enduring several more minutes of this “wind and rain,” Himekoji simply couldn’t bear staying in this damp, miserable little corner. So, he decided to relocate.

Crawling on his stomach across the floor, he soon escaped Kasumigaoka’s territory and entered Sawamura Spencer Eriri’s domain.

This place was great!

Peaceful and prosperous, blessed with favorable weather, no floods or disasters!

Himekoji settled down here with satisfaction, lying on his side. The girl’s smooth, bare calves were right before his eyes.

No stockings?

Ah, right, he almost forgot. Eriri’s stockings were still quietly resting in his pants pocket.

For sale at a high price!

…

…Selling his own socks, that is.

Interested in Eriri’s? Go face the wall and reconsider!

…

About seven or eight minutes passed.

This time, because Eriri was sitting stiffly and watchfully nearby, Kasumigaoka Utaha behaved much better. The “intermission” felt surprisingly long. But as the saying goes, the inevitable always arrives sooner or later.

There was no escaping it.

[Turbocharging started again! Dual vibration mode remained active! Multiplier effect powerfully engaged! Intensity—MAX!]

[Third party present! Activated hidden effect—Shame Heaven! Pleasure wonderfully amplified!]

“Aah…”

The instant the sound escaped her, Kasumigaoka frantically covered her mouth.

“What’s wrong?”

The sudden ♂moan from beside her puzzled Eriri. She turned her head, frowning in confusion.

“N-noth… nothing… the… the movie plot, it… it’s so t-touching… aah…”

As if you’ve actually been watching this movie.

Himekoji worried internally, while still managing a mental jab.

“Touching? W-well, maybe… but crying over something this trivial? Pfft, like I’d expect less from a light novelist with oversensitive tear glands who’s always moping.”

Eriri never missed a chance to snipe at her “rival.”

Of course, Kasumigaoka’s issue wasn’t just oversensitive tear ducts. And she definitely wasn’t “crying” because the movie was touching…

It was actually a mix of ecstasy and intense shame!

…

The “drip-drip” sound, which had finally started to slow, suddenly became a downpour again.

“Isn’t… isn’t the water sound louder?”

Eriri voiced her suspicion.

“The mo… movie… it’s the sound of rain.”

“You’re bul… you’re lying! The movie scene is sunny with clear skies!”

Eriri saw through the lie in a second, sharp-eyed as ever.

“Th-then… maybe you’re… halluci… ah… hallucinating…”

This Eriri suddenly seemed harder to deal with.

Kasumigaoka Utaha’s entire body felt floaty, warm, drenched, and overwhelmingly blissful under the System’s influence. In her flustered state, she could only nudge Himekoji under the seat with her foot, silently begging for help.

Hurry up and write my tally strokes, you jerk!

Her heel weakly brushed against Himekoji’s thigh. Despite the lack of force, he instantly understood her meaning.

Yeah, don’t ask how he figured it out. He just did!

No mistake about it! The situation was critical! Kasumigaoka needed him!

He was needed on the front lines of the “flood prevention and rescue operation”!

He was needed at the Water Resource Protection Center!

He was needed at the Calligraphy Association!

Himekoji took a deep breath and raised his marker pen.

Now, it was his time to step onto the stage!

Time for this hero lurking in the shadows to make his appearance!

So, not everyone trembling while hiding under a girl’s backside is necessarily just a pervert. Some might be—

Heroes!

…

Because Eriri was still sitting right next to Kasumigaoka, Himekoji had to act stealthily. So—

He’d use a “feint and sneak attack” tactic!

Before moving, he pulled out his phone. He typed an email and set a timer… Thirty seconds? No! Thirty seconds was too long! No guarantee Kasumigaoka could hold on that long.

Switch to five seconds!

Okay, set!

Countdown began: 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!

Now! Act!

The moment the sudden message notification alert distracted Eriri, Himekoji shot his hand—gripping the “Flood-Repelling Miracle Pen”—out from under the seat.

He remembered Kasumigaoka’s right thigh was nearly covered in tally strokes already. This time, he went straight for the left thigh.

There—a fresh, smooth, white expanse of untouched land awaited his pioneering mark!

Huh? No stockings?

To minimize noise, Himekoji kept his head and body tucked tightly under the seat. Only his right hand ventured out.

Therefore, he had zero visibility. Pure reliance on touch.

As he prepared to push aside Kasumigaoka’s stockings to write, he suddenly sensed something wrong. His hand felt around, encountering only smooth, soft skin…

Where were the stockings? Gone?

Oh! Got it! Kasumigaoka Utaha must’ve taken them off herself to help him! Truly worthy of the “Evil God” title! Always considering every detail. Himekoji silently awarded her thirty-two mental thumbs up.

Right! Now, charge ahead without hesitation!

Himekoji swirled his marker pen. In mere moments, he had written a flamboyant “sei” character on the slippery, bare thigh.

…

“Huh? Aah! Wha… what was that?!”

Yet, unexpectedly for Himekoji, his perfect operation was… was actually exposed by Eriri?!

The girl’s high-pitched scream even drew stares from half the small theater. Disturbed from their movie watching, several audience members frowned in displeasure.

But right now, feeling goosebumps after sensing a strange touch on her thigh, Eriri couldn’t care less about them.

Screaming, she delivered a heavy slap straight towards the unknown “intruder.”

The swishing palm attack sliced through the air—

…

Eriri screamed? But Kasumigaoka was the one supposed to be leaking?

Plus, this leg wasn’t covered? The feel of the flesh less… abundant than before?

Could it be…

He wrote the tally stroke on the wrong leg?!

Ri-right!

He’d almost forgotten! Earlier, fed up with the dampness under Kasumigaoka, he’d crawled beneath Eriri’s little behind…

Holy crap! He’d pulled off a massive blunder! The leg he’d covered with tally strokes belonged to Eriri!

In an electric flash of understanding, Himekoji pieced together the chain of events.

Simultaneously, hearing the “Swoosh!” of the approaching palm, Himekoji instinctively yanked his hand back.

“Smack!” A crisp, loud sound rang out.

Eriri’s palm landed heavily on her own bare thigh…

“Aoww… Ouch… That hurts…”

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