Chapter 92: Akito, You’re Amazing!

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“Are you ready yet?”

Kasumigaoka impatiently urged outside the bathroom, adjusting her camera while shaking her shapely leg.

“What’s… what’s the rush?”

Himekoji scrubbed fiercely at the foam.

“No underwear allowed while washing—nothing at all, not even socks~”

Kasumigaoka’s relaxed reminder drifted through the door.

“I know! Of course I know!”

The System wouldn’t let him pull such a cheap trick—Himekoji knew that better than anyone.

But there were smarter tricks available!

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“O-okay… you can come in now…”

The moment Himekoji finished speaking, BANG—the bathroom door was kicked wide open by an impatient Kasumigaoka Utaha.

Kicked open?

Kicked open…

Hold on! What kind of barbarian are you?!

This “rough dude” behavior left Himekoji speechless.

Hey, you’re supposed to be admired by underclassmen! Please don’t dump your idol persona so casually, Ms. Kasumi!

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Click, Click, Click…

Shutter sounds fired rapidly.

After snapping two photos, the girl suddenly froze.

“What the heck? Why are you covered in foam?”

“Obviously you need foam for a bath!”

Himekoji retorted with full confidence.

“Tch. Like I haven’t seen it before…”

Kasumigaoka Utaha muttered scornfully while fiddling with her camera.

“But this works too… saves me blurring anything out.”

With that, she simply waved a hand and walked straight out.

“Huh?”

This completely blindsided Himekoji.

“You… you’re not gonna do something to me?”

The words slipped out before he could stop them.

“Oh~?”

Pausing at the doorway, Kasumigaoka turned back with a teasing smirk.

“What… did you want me to do?”

“N-no! Nothing!”

Himekoji frantically waved his hands denying it.

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Honestly, that System task turned out surprisingly simple.

It felt bizarrely relaxing, like the sun rising in the west—a sensation Himekoji hadn’t felt in ages.

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After Kasumigaoka left, Himekoji Akito casually rinsed off the foam, dried himself, and called it done.

Now for clothes…

Huh, what about clothes?

“System, can I trade for clothes?”

Next second, Himekoji impulsively asked the asshole living in his mind.

[100 2D Points. A full set.]

“Pretend I never asked.”

Why not just rob me, you damn System!

Himekoji rolled his eyes irritably.

After working his butt off to earn points, this dog had the nerve to demand ransom.

[Wait! SALE! 10 2D Points!]

“Deal.”

Damn it. You totally planned to scam me…

The clothes the System provided were decent though—they fit well and looked sharp, honestly slick!

Well… mainly because he was naturally handsome anyway.

Being this good-looking was annoying sometimes—hard not to turn heads no matter what you wore.

If anything felt off about this outfit…

The underwear was a bit tight.

But remembering his 18cm size, Himekoji immediately felt better.

“Huh… this underwear design looks familiar…”

Staring at it, Himekoji frowned and mumbled,

“Where’ve I seen it before?”

Minutes passed with no recollection.

“Whatever.”

He shook his head and dismissed it.

WAIT! Smart readers probably guessed already, right?!

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Returning fully dressed to Kasumigaoka Utaha’s studio, Himekoji felt completely transformed instantly. Clothes = instant confidence boost! His posture straightened right up.

“What’re you up to?”

He asked, seeing Kasumigaoka seated at her computer—arms folded, legs crossed, wearing a sinister grin radiating full “Evil God” aura.

“Oh, just sending benefits to that Golden Idiot Dog.”

The faint glow from the display screen lit up Kasumigaoka Utaha’s face. Was it an illusion? At first glance, it sent an inexplicable chill down one’s spine.

“F-f-forbidden images? Wha…what forbidden images?”

Himekoji had a suspicion, but he desperately hoped he was wrong!

“Oh, just your bath shots I took earlier, of course.”

Kasumigaoka Utaha grinned triumphantly.

“That tiny Sawamura must be smashing her computer in rage right about now.”

Tiny?! Eriri shouldn’t be measured in ‘tiny’ units!

Crap! No wonder Kasumigaoka snapped photos and just left during his bath. He’d thought she’d changed, but it was nothing like that!

The girl had already moved on to scheming about the situation! Absolutely terrifying!

“Three, two, one!”

Utaha suddenly snapped her fingers—

Click!

Almost as if planned, Himekoji’s phone, which he’d pulled out earlier and left on the table, suddenly rang.

The caller ID unmistakably showed that tiny Eriri.

Huh? Himekoji jolted, realizing something was off. Kasumigaoka’s influence had him using “tiny” too now…

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He should answer it quickly!

That was the first thought flashing through Himekoji’s mind.

He was about to put it into action—

“Decline the call!”

Kasumigaoka sat in her chair, resting her cheek on her hand, watching him with amused interest.

“Shut up!”

Himekoji was furious. This troublemaking xiaoyaojing dared boss him around? He hadn’t even settled the score with her for sending those “forbidden images” to Eriri!

“Oh, refusing? Hmm, right, I remember, I also have clear, uncensored full-frontal photos of you! The little golden twin-tailed loser would certainly love those.”

Kasumigaoka’s plump, shapely legs gracefully folded and unfolded, alternating in a lazy, seductive display.

But Himekoji had zero attention for that.

“Wait! Full-frontal photos?! Where did those come from?!”

He suddenly felt like he was being blackmailed with nudity. What?! That only happened in news stories and… certain films!

“From our trip to Wagou City the other day? Want to see?”

Utaha casually clicked her mouse a few times. Immediately, Himekoji’s NSFW high-def full frontal image filled the entire screen.

Gulp…

He forced down a mouthful of dry air. Suddenly, death seemed preferable…

Right there on the screen, a high-definition, uncensored… pillar… stood tall and fierce in all its mighty glory, like a roaring dragon ready to burst right out of the display…

Himekoji’s face turned a sickly green, expression changing repeatedly until, defeated, he sighed exhaustedly and asked—

“Name your price. How much to delete it?”

“Answer the call. Be a good boy now.”

Kasumigaoka Utaha smiled with infinite tenderness.

Yet that smile sent freezing chills right through Himekoji’s core.

Damned Evil God!

But “Evil God” or not, he would get her back! Just some nudity? Just wait til he got his chance!

Revenge was best served cold. This time, Himekoji decided he had to endure.

Taking a deep breath, Himekoji answered the phone.

“BANG!” “CRASH!” “THUD!” …

The second the call connected, truly terrifying sounds blasted into his ear.

“Er… Eriri? What… what is that noise?”

The shock nearly knocked the phone from Himekoji’s hand.

“Smashing my computer! Oh, wait! Earthquake! Doesn’t matter! Just tell me! Where are you? What are you doing? Who are you with?”

The girl’s voice fired relentlessly, like bullets from a machine gun without pause.

“Huh? Uh… I’m alone… home, writing… writing my novel? Why?”

“True?”

The girl questioned sharply.

“Of… of course it…”

Himekoji hadn’t even finished his sentence—

“Ohhhhhh… Ah~ Akito… faster! Do it faster! Oh, you’re amazing! I… I’m done for! Rising! I’m… I’m rising higher! Harder! Ah! AAAAAAAH… Ahh…!”