Chapter 455: Of Course, Himekoji Was the Bad Guy
Chapter 455: Of Course, Himekoji Was the Bad Guy
His fingertip touched something hard.
That was it!
Himekoji raised an eyebrow and pulled it out from under Rikka’s skirt.
It was an umbrella.
A delicate, small automatic foldable umbrella. Its surface was black and smooth like satin, trimmed with pink Gothic-style lace. The handle was firmly in Himekoji’s grasp.
“So that’s why…”
The sigh escaped his lips before he realized it.
Even though he had suspected it, Himekoji still froze in that moment, stunned.
Facing life and death, yet not using any weapon, fighting bare-handed…
Was the reason… this?
Just because of this?!
“You dummy!”
Unable to hold back his emotions, Himekoji yelled at Rikka. Yet, the expression on his face was clearly burdened and full of guilt.
“Huh?”
Rikka’s expression shifted rapidly—from shock at the sneak attack under her skirt, to confusion at suddenly being called a dummy. Then, with a look that silently asked “Why would you say that?” she puffed out her cheeks.
Even though Rikka looked incredibly cute like this, Himekoji still had to say it: she was such a fool!
“When you’re in a fight, give it your all! Or you might die!”
He was truly worried about her.
Reading the genuine concern in Himekoji’s tone and expression, Rikka’s puffed-up cheeks instantly deflated. Instead, a relaxed, confident smile spread across her face.
“It’s fine.”
Patting her own small chest lightly, Rikka answered calmly.
“Fine how?!”
Himekoji’s attitude was the exact opposite. His face turned stone serious.
Just because she had already “died” once, did that mean death was now meaningless?
If that’s what Rikka meant by “fine,” Himekoji absolutely couldn’t accept it.
“You don’t even remember anymore! Why cling to something so pointless?!”
Just because Rikka’s umbrella weapon shared a sense of connection with Himekoji’s private parts…
Just because if the umbrella got damaged in battle, Himekoji would get hurt too…
Because of that…
Because of such an unimportant, trivial thing!
“Hmm?”
Rikka didn’t understand Himekoji’s words at all. She tilted her head in confusion.
“It won’t get hurt!”
Himekoji shoved the umbrella he had taken from under her skirt back into Rikka’s hands.
“So next time, use it properly!”
“Mmh…”
Rikka’s gaze lingered on the umbrella, a little dazed.
The next moment, as if prompted by an instinctive reaction, Rikka suddenly brought the umbrella close.
Holding it level with her face, she turned her head slightly, closed her eyes, and gently pressed her cheek against its surface and handle.
An expression of comfort, relaxation, and affection appeared on Rikka’s face as she rubbed her cheek softly against the smooth fabric and handle.
“W-Wait! Hey!”
Sudden, intense stimulation exploded through him!
Himekoji instantly bent over, his face burning bright red.
“I didn’t mean use it like that, damn it!”
Hadn’t it been mentioned?
That umbrella shared sensations with one of Himekoji’s unmentionable parts!
The softness and smoothness Rikka’s cheek felt against the umbrella’s surface and handle were transmitted perfectly to Himekoji’s own, um, sponge-like tissue. Since it was erectile tissue, swelling up was only natural at a time like this…
“What’s wrong?”
The comforting sensation was ruined by Himekoji’s shouting. Pouting, Rikka looked at him with dissatisfaction, her tone sulky.
“Stop that!”
“Huh?”
“Stop rubbing your face on it!”
“Why?”
“I… I can’t hold back!”
Rikka gave him a look that clearly said, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Just… stop!”
Himekoji panted heavily as he snatched the umbrella back from Rikka’s hands.
At the same time, his lower body very noticeably, and inconveniently, raised its own distinct umbrella shape.
Unfortunately, Rikka noticed it.
She flinched and took a step back from Himekoji. Even though she tried to hide it, a glimpse of what seemed like disgust flashed across her face, didn’t it?
Honestly, it hurt.
The very person who had caused Himekoji to raise this “umbrella” in the first place was Rikka herself, completely unaware!
…
“What do you mean, ‘use it properly’?”
It took quite a while before Rikka finally spoke to “suddenly acting like a Pervert” Himekoji again.
Himekoji kept his back turned to her, afraid to face her.
He didn’t want to scare the girl.
A weapon twenty centimeters in caliber… even some very experienced women might not be able to handle it.
“I meant just that! Use it properly in battle!”
Himekoji had mostly managed to suppress the awkwardness of his unintended reaction. He answered with a firm tone, pretending to be resolute.
“No!”
Rikka rejected the idea outright and with great intensity.
“Why?”
“It will get hurt.”
The reason was the same as what I heard yesterday.
“I told you I won’t get hurt!”
“How do you know?”
“It’s okay if I get hurt.”
“No way!”
“Then is it okay if Rikka gets hurt?”
“Hmph, stupid! The Evil Eye of the Wicked Lord doesn’t get hurt at all! It’s immune to damage!”
Rikka raised her small hand playfully and made a ‘V’ sign near the corner of her eye, trying to make her words seem more believable.
But Himekoji wouldn’t believe it, because yesterday, and the day before, he had already seen it.
The Evil Eye of the Wicked Lord covered with wounds.
The Evil Eye of the Wicked Lord that couldn’t even put up a fight against the Brave.
It was less like a battle and more like going to die for the Evil Eye of the Wicked Lord.
“Nonsense!”
He accidentally used a bad word out of excitement, but Himekoji didn’t plan to take it back or change it.
“What kind of Evil Eye would be that weak!”
“Uh…”
Was that the truth?
Rikka’s face turned pale all at once, and she didn’t argue back because she had no idea how to answer.
“You don’t have any power like the Evil Eye! You fight like you’re just doing a chore, like you’re meant to lose, like you want to die, like…”
“What can I do?!”
Not wanting to hear Himekoji go on, Rikka suddenly yelled out and cut him off.
Such a loud voice seemed impossible for her small body to make.
In fact, even Rikka herself, after saying it, froze for a moment and covered her mouth in disbelief.
“Of course—beat him!”
Himekoji answered without thinking.
Why must the Evil Eye of the Wicked Lord lose in fights against the Brave?
That had to be the only way to get the ending meant for the Evil Eye of the Wicked Lord.
As if scared by Himekoji’s sudden words, Rikka took a long time before speaking meekly.
“N-No…can’t do it…impossible… If I can’t kill, the fighting will never stop…”
When she said “kill,” a look of pity flashed in her eyes for no reason, even though she didn’t care at all about herself being “killed.”
“Then kill him!”
That sharp answer from Himekoji surprised Rikka.
“No, no!”
Rikka pulled back and shook her head non-stop.
“The Brave isn’t a bad person…”
Maybe?
After all, Himekoji was still alive now only because of that Brave.
Yesterday, the Brave hadn’t killed him and had even worked so hard to keep him safe.
If that was the case—
“Then I’ll be the bad person.”
“Huh?”
A word that sounded full of fear and confusion slipped out from her small, partly opened mouth in shock.
Himekoji didn’t waver; he looked at Rikka firmly and said slowly—
“Then I’ll be the bad person!”
“I’ll be the bad person and kill the just Brave, and kill the Brave who hurts Rikka…!”
It wasn’t just talk.
Himekoji had made up his mind a long time ago, back yesterday, when he said he would take charge.
After all, he was never a good person, was he?
Justice and what was right had nothing to do with him, who was a Pervert.
If both the Evil Eye and the Brave were so kind…
Then he would be the worst one!
The bad person!
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