Chapter 282: Super Like
Chapter 282: Super Like
“Wait!”
“Stop!”
“Hurry!”
“Don’t!”
“Let’s talk!”
Within just a few seconds, Himekoji yelled out several times, his heart pounding wildly.
The murderous intent near his privates was too strong…
True, he was a pervert, but in some ways, he was also a steady tough guy. Staying calm even with huge breasts shaking in front of him was his basic skill as a pervert.
Yet this tough guy, strong as steel, now cried out under Mashiro’s actions, begging again and again. It made people wonder.
What inhuman torture was Himekoji suffering? Those continuous wails were just too wild!
Several girls, some sneaking and some open, pressed their ears against the door outside. Their faces showed shock and doubt.
The hospital room’s soundproofing was good, but it couldn’t block Himekoji’s loud, “pitiful” voice. This showed how intense the battle inside was.
“Ah! What is that pet girl doing to my Onii-chan?!” Akiko spoke first, raising her hand to push the door open and burst in.
“Hold it!” Kasumigaoka stopped her.
“It’s not your turn yet.”
“But…”
“Relax. It’s just Himekoji-kun yelling.” Kasumigaoka understood Akiko’s worry.
Besides, she felt the same—barely holding back herself to rush in and see what that pervert was up to.
But breaking in now would ruin the special “serving contest.” The carefully planned alone time would be wasted. So Kasumigaoka kept her self-control.
This was a rare chance she fought hard to get. Even if only ten minutes.
“Mmm…” Akiko frowned, weighing things. Finally, she snorted like a child and went quiet. She accepted it.
Clearly, her little mind was making plans of her own. She schemed since the drawing lots, determined to do something big during her turn. If someone interfered then, it would ruin everything.
So bursting in first was bad. And it must not start with her.
“Hmph! Judging from the sound… he’s probably being hit? That… That pervert deserves some pain!” Eriri struggled hard, finally biting her lip and loosening her grip on the doorknob.
Seemed she had her own thoughts too.
Everyone silently agreed, not wanting to break the contest rules.
The girls glanced at each other, then quickly looked away… each with hidden plans.
…
Mashiro didn’t stop because of Himekoji’s yelling.
Once she settled on a task, she focused completely—never distracted. Drawing manga? Exactly the same.
“It won’t hurt.”
At most, she’d say this aloud to comfort the wildly struggling, shouting Himekoji.
“Nonsense! Talk like you’ve tried it yourself!”
“Even if it didn’t hurt, I still say no!”
“This is for treating colds, right?! Plus! It’s just some folk cure with zero medical proof!”
Himekoji tried wriggling away, but his wrists and ankles were held tight by Yukinoshita’s handcuffs. He could only squirm his butt a tiny bit.
He barely dodged several creepy, ice-cold stabs aimed at privates. Though that spot remained untouched, his butt cheek unavoidably took a heavy hit.
From what he felt, he knew:
The weapon in Mashiro’s hand attacking that spot—was seriously the green onion that harmed so many in anime!
“Medical proof exists.”
Mashiro paused her “onion root thrusting,” slightly tilted her head, and answered firmly.
“Nonsense!”
His butt nearly violated, Himekoji swore in panic.
“What medical proof?!”
“Rita said so.”
“Rita again? Just who is Rita anyway?”
He’d heard that name many times now from Mashiro.
“Rita said this cures all sickness.”
“Cure a fever?! Eh, wait! Why even tell you this? Could… could she have done this to you before?!”
Realizing something, Himekoji’s face turned the same green as Mashiro’s onion.
“No.”
Not sure why Akito suddenly looked worse, Mashiro honestly shook her head.
“Whew—”
Himekoji breathed out in relief.
“Good… good.”
Seeing Akito’s butt finally hold still, Mashiro raised the thick green onion anew.
Danger!
Himekoji’s heart jumped! In the nick of time, he squeezed his butt cheeks together.
Just barely clamping the huge onion between them…
Saved!
His butt nearly wrecked by Mashiro!
Now feeling scared, Himegoji snapped back to reality.
“Mashiro, why continue?! Enough already!”
He questioned angrily.
“Akito said it was good.”
Mashiro blinked, puzzled.
To her, Akito desperately clamping his butt now acted exactly like a kid fearing a needle shot.
“When did I ever promise that?! I said ‘that’s good’, that’s all!”
It was almost impossible to communicate with Mashiro like this.
“Haaah…”
Himekoji couldn’t help but sigh.
Seriously, someone hurry up and help him pull up his pants!
Having his bare bottom fully exposed like this seriously harmed his dignity as a pervert…
Stupid Handcuffs! Stupid Yukinoshita!
Himekoji cursed bitterly in his heart.
It was all because of Yukinoshita that his hands and feet were immobilized, leaving him so utterly helpless and miserable even when facing Mashiro.
“Akito, if you don’t behave, I really will get angry.”
Seeing Himekoji dodging “the poke” and refusing treatment for the third time, the well-meaning Mashiro pouted her lips slightly in displeasure.
“The one who should be behaving is definitely you!”
“This thing won’t heal sickness; it just causes physical damage and chemical shock reactions! The inside part of people is a very delicate area!”
Himekoji pleaded earnestly, trying to reason with Mashiro.
“Huh?”
Mashiro paused, the leek still in her hand, her face shifting to confusion,
“Really? But Rita wouldn’t lie to me…”
Oh! She actually seemed to be listening this time!
Himekoji quickly pressed his advantage,
“Think carefully! What exactly did Rita say to you?”
“She said when you’re sick, just put a leek into the butt to get better.”
“Yes, yes, ‘put it into the butt’! But it doesn’t literally mean inserting it into the butt! Rita’s actual meaning was just to put the leek into the pants, letting it touch the butt. That’s it! Yeah, right, exactly!”
Himekoji coaxed and fibbed his way through the crisis.
“Like this?”
Mashiro believed him immediately.
She stopped stubbornly aiming at Himekoji’s backside with the leek. Instead, she did as Himekoji had said and just pressed the leek against his butt cheek.
The weight that had been hanging over Himekoji’s heart finally lifted.
His bottom was safe.
“Hey, where did you even get that leek?”
He remembered Mashiro definitely having nothing in her hands earlier.
Although Himekoji couldn’t see it, the System was his eyes in many ways.
So he was a little curious.
“I made it appear.”
“Made it… appear?”
Himekoji almost believed her.
“Of course. Because I have super powers.”
Himekoji suddenly thought it would have been really cute if Mashiro had said that with more feeling.
“What super powers?”
He found himself asking without thinking.
“Super like.”
“Eh?”
“Super like Akito.”