Chapter 58: I Like Himekoji-kun.
Chapter 58: I Like Himekoji-kun.
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[Kissing Pleasure Enhancement!]
Wait, what was enhancement? This kind of thing didn’t need enhancing!
No, that kiss—it needed to stop now!
[Ding!]
[Enhancement Complete! Both Sides’ Pleasure ×100!]
The System never bothered with Himekoji Akito’s input, and this time was no different.
At that moment when the familiar, cold, mechanical chime of the System sounded, Himekoji’s brain felt like it might explode.
Everything in his head went completely blank.
His heart raced like a rapid drumbeat.
He could even hear his own frantic heartbeat and feel the heat rushing to his face—blood was going to burst out of his veins!
In the next second, the only sensation left was the contact upon his lips.
The girl’s mouth was incredibly soft against his. It was like kissing cotton candy—sweet and sticky.
Her lips started out cool but soon heated up. As the kiss deepened, it awakened her queen-like aggression.
Suddenly, a slippery little tongue ventured out from her sweet mouth, pried past his clenched teeth as if they were rubble, and relentlessly conquered new ground without hesitation.
“Hnngh… hnngg!”
With his lips sealed shut, Himekoji Akito could only make indistinct murmurs.
Stop already!
Filled with System-enforced sensations forced upon him by the System, it felt utterly terrible!
Using his last shred of sanity, he pushed against Miura Yumiko once more—attempting to shove her away.
However, under the System’s stimulation, a part of Himekoji Akito’s brain released brain chemicals. Suddenly, Dopamine filled his blood beyond their peak, making his body warm and weightless—as if he’d stepped onto clouds.
Thus, Himekoji’s strength melted away completely. To anyone watching, he seemed to timidly yield to Miura’s long, fiery kiss as though half-hearted protesting.
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How long did it last?
Three minutes? Five?
To Himekoji, it felt longer than a century.
Finally—smack—their lips parted.
A glistening thread of spit stretched between them under evening sunlight, glowing a bewitched orange-red.
Himekoji Akito gasped deeply like surviving a near-death ordeal. If that kiss lasted two more minutes, he would’ve suffocated from lack of air.
Once steady again, he could finally observe Miura Yumiko—barely inches away, her arms resting on his shoulders while leaning against his chest.
Her face held an abnormal rosy shade as her body hung limply like warm water. If he didn’t support her, she’d collapse entirely.
At the same time, Miura Yumiko’s dazed, lifeless eyes were at last clearing bit by bit back into their usual sharpness…
Damnit, how messy was this turning out to be?
While holding Miura—who was still wobbling—Himekoji Akito discreetly swept his gaze around. He met countless furious, piercing glares at once.
Their sharp gazes felt like they wanted to devour him alive, skin and all.
Hey! What’s this all about? Wasn’t he the victim here? Why did it feel like they thought he committed a crime?
While Himekoji Akito sulked internally, Hayama had already approached—just steps away now.
“Yumiko?”
Hayama quietly called to the girl within Himekoji Akito’s hold.
No response came.
So next, he faced Himekoji with burning eyes. The cheerful smile known as the brightest amongst them vanished, replaced by a stormy frown.
“What did you do to Yumiko?”
Nothing?
Himekoji didn’t believe he could simply say that—after all, the System wasn’t playing fair.
“Look after her… no, take care of her.”
Tossing this dispassionate advice aside, Himekoji gently pushed Miura Yumiko off him.
Her legs remained unsteady—she stumbled upon contact. Hayama noticed and quickly stepped forward to catch her shoulders.
The System’s control—or maybe hypnosis—ended alongside the kiss.
So now, Miura regained authority over her body back.
Her eyes appeared foggy and sleepy, as if she’d just woken from a dream…
No, that’s exactly what had happened. She really did experience an illusion.
It had been irrational, yet so vivid and heart-fluttering nevertheless.
Himekoji Akito strode away once free of Miura Yumiko.
“Hold up! Don’t go!”
Half-awake, Miura abruptly glared sharply and halted him with her command.
Why was she here when she opened her eyes? How did she even blackout just now? What exactly happened? What was with this surreal dream?
She grasped none of it.
Only this: no letting Himekoji Akito leave.
That jerk! Even if it happened within the dream, he still needed to pay!
Ignoring Miura completely, Himekoji kept walking.
“Did you hear me? I said stop!”
“Stop! This is the final warning! Stop!”
Without turning back, Himekoji continued onward.
Yet Miura’s queen aura drew several eager volunteers from the crowd—blocking Himekoji’s path.
“Can’t you hear? Yumiko told you not to go.”
These minions doubled as Miura’s loudspeakers too.
“How could I not hear such yelling? But even if I did… fine, whatever. Tell her for me—”
Himekoji paused briefly before speaking:
“Your Lip Balm tastes too sweet. I don’t like it.”
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Hardly a moment after those words, he shoved past these “followers” and headed towards the Service Club area.
Yukinoshita, Yuigahama, Hikigaya, and Totsuka Saika watched him with vastly differing expressions.
Sigh.
He shook his head regretfully. While trying to win Totsuka over… he’d kissed someone else right in front of him…
Could this route end up collapsing like Takanashi Rikka’s line?
“Hey… Himekoji-kun? Miura… she kissed you just now…”
Upon returning to the Service Club cluster, it was Totsuka Saika who spoke first to him.
Totsuka twisted his collar nervously mid-sentence. He stole short glimpses at Himekoji Akito’s reaction.
“Ah… probably just your misunderstanding or something.”
So went the lame lie not even Himekoji bought.
“Does… does she like you?”
Lifting his face suddenly, Totsuka’s eyes spread wide with timid urgency as they locked onto Himekoji Akito’s.
“Impossible! Who’d like someone like me?”
Himekoji Akito grinned self-mockingly.
Miura’s lips? Compelled by the System. Completely forced.
Right?
Nobody would care about a Pervert.
“That’s wrong! I would! I like you—I like Himekoji-kun.”
Himekoji Akito’s brief moment of gloom caught Totsuka’s eye perfectly.
Thus blurted out unplanned truths, straight from his heart.
[Ding!]
[I like Himekoji-kun.]
[Keyword Found!]
[Congratulations! Mission Complete!]
[Rewards Sent!]
[You’ve Obtained: Amazing 10-Draw Gacha Ticket ×1 & 2000 2D Points!]
What?!
The quest… cleared?
Seriously?! This surprise came without preparation!
“No, wait! What I mean isn’t weird? As a friend’s appreciation, yeah?”
Realization struck Totsuka—he flushed and waved his hands rapidly trying to explain.
No!
You don’t need reason, Totsuka. Because you… are the cutest!
The best!
Finally, after so long—a smile reached Himekoji Akito’s face: warm and true.