Chapter 121 - Keisuke Nakamoto, Member (32)
So, how much time had passed?
Before I knew it, Rio was sitting as if leaning against me.
She was pressed close, resting her head on my left shoulder.
Her eyes were closed, a faint smile on her lips, and her hand was stroking my thigh.
It was completely the attitude of a girlfriend.
...Or rather, when did she get this close, this girl?
Ever since she started wiping around my nose, my consciousness had been hazy, and my memories were vague.
So a good smell can even blow away your memories if it crosses the limit—I was thinking, impressed, when I lowered my gaze and saw a bra placed on my left knee.
Thinking that my face had been wiped with this until just a moment ago made reality feel distant.
A thirty-two-year-old man who had his entire face scrubbed with a high school girl's freshly removed underwear.
What has my life come to?
Gently, as if to confirm, I touched my own forehead. Then I brought my fingertips to my nose and tried to smell them.
...A whiff of a girls' locker room scent.
Well, I've never actually been inside a girls' locker room, but anyway, that kind of fragrance drifted up.
It was clearly not a scent that should be emanating from the skin of a man clearly over thirty.
By this point, my face was a girls' school.
My forehead was the girls' locker room, and my nose was the women's restroom.
My entire face was covered in high school girls.
No matter who looked at it, this was a criminal case and a violation of ordinances, and if things continued, I would likely fall into a very socially dire situation.
I had to somehow regain the initiative.
But what should I do?
Rio's hand was gently caressing around my inner thigh, and this too was about to enter forbidden territory.
Of course, I could just forcefully peel her off, but due to the major problem that it "didn't feel bad," I found myself unable to act firmly.
In short, my will was about to break.
Faced with Rio's sensual charm, my reason was beginning to melt into a gooey liquid.
Like, isn't the law or whatever already whatever?
Shouldn't I just throw away adult ethics and surrender myself to the whirlpool of desire here?
If I pushed Rio down and did the deed, it would surely feel like ascending to heaven.
Even if the matter came to light and the media or police made a fuss, with my combat power, silencing them would be a trivial matter—
—What was I just thinking?
I came to my senses with a start.
I listened to my inner goodness and desperately gathered the shattered fragments of my reason.
...No good.
Getting involved with Rio is no good. And on top of that, threatening the media or public authorities to justify it is out of the question.
If I did that, I wouldn't be a Hero, but a Demon Lord.
I must use this power correctly.
Strong power for the sake of the weak.
Rampaging to satisfy twisted self-interest is something that must never happen.
Remember my original intention. Didn't I become strong to survive, and to protect Elsa from monsters?
It was never to do lewd things with a high school girl—!
"...Ah..."
That was close.
I almost lost. I was about to fall into depravity, walk the path of evil, and throw this country into chaos as the worst sex fiend in history.
When a demon clan member in that other world tempted me, saying, "I'll give you half the world. Become my subordinate," I firmly refused, so it would be beyond uncool to fall to the dark side because of a high school girl's bra.
I'm truly glad I didn't fall.
...Even so, to think Rio's freshly removed underwear had this much destructive power.
It had enough destructive power to make me seriously start a battle with myself.
Well, I overcame it safely, though.
"...Phew."
With a calmed mind, I looked at Rio's face.
Her expression, dreamily enjoying the feel of me, could truly be called female.
Not a girl, but a woman.
However, legally she is still a sixteen-year-old child, a being that adults must not view as a sexual object.
As an adult man, I have to lead this girl onto a proper path.
"Rio."
"What?"
"Stop rubbing my thigh. ...We're not lovers, and you're a minor. Imagine how your parents would feel if they found out."
"If my mom found out, she'd probably be envious, saying she wanted to touch Nakamoto-san's body too. Because she's a damn bitch, that person."
"...Then imagine how your father would feel. Your biological father."
"My biological father is a good-for-nothing former host, you know? He's apparently a scoundrel who knocks up girls whenever he has free time, so I doubt he'd care what man I get involved with."
Her home environment is so bad that normal persuasion doesn't work.
Or rather, her father is a former host. That might be why this girl is so unusually good-looking.
"...Anyway, get away from me. Men and women should have a more disciplined relationship."
"Is that a line from someone who's brought several girls into his room?"
Rio is looking at me with an expression that seems to say, what's gotten into this guy all of a sudden?
"I mean, why are you suddenly brandishing common sense? Hasn't your character changed?"
"I'm always sensible, and I'm an adult man who has never once in his life looked at anyone under eighteen with lewd eyes. Even when you act like a woman towards me, all I feel is guilt. Now, if you understand, stop touching me."
"Who is this person..."
Rio was visibly bewildered, but after thinking for a while, she seemed to come to an understanding on her own with an "Ah."
"I see. When a guy suddenly goes cold after flirting, it's that, right? The Sage Mode thing. ...I don't mind, so you can go to the restroom. It must feel gross staying like that."
"It's completely different!"
Genuinely angry at her terrible interpretation, I continued the conversation.
"Hmph, anyway. No matter what you do to me today, I'm not going to be in that kind of mood anymore. It's pointless."
"...Oh, okay."
She grabbed the teacup left on the table and sipped it noisily.
The faint bitterness of the hojicha calmed my heart.
Now, I must fulfill my original purpose.
"Playtime is over. Bring me that lost item of mine or whatever it is."
"Ehh. Let's flirt more."
"I'll get seriously angry. I still have things to do today."
"Haa."
Unbelievable, she grumbled under her breath, but Rio stood up.
...She said she'd already brought it, but she's going to get it?
"Where are you going?"
"I'll bring some snacks."
"...I see. Sorry."
"Maybe Nakamoto-san is impotent? I really can't believe this."
After coming this far, she huffed angrily as I watched her back head towards the kitchen.
Well, there's no man as rational as me... I was thinking, anticipating criticism raining down from all sides, when Rio returned carrying a tray.
"That was fast."
"I had it prepared from the start."
Don't hold back, eat up, she said, handing me about three colorful packages.
Are these chocolate sweets or something?
"Western sweets? They have a different feel from Japanese ones."
"They seem like it. Looks like my mom got them from a customer."
"...Your mother is still doing night work, right?"
"She's working at a cabaret club now, pretending to be in her twenties."
"Seriously? Come to think of it, she's not much older than me, right? ...And being your mother, she must be good-looking too... She can pass for being in her twenties, huh."
What are you saying, flattering me at a weird time like this, Rio looked embarrassed as I watched her (was there even a point in that statement to make her happy?) and opened the package.
As expected, a large chocolate rolled out with a plop.
"I actually have a real weakness for sweets. Well, that's thoughtful of you."
"Right? I heard Nakamoto-san can't drink. People who can't handle alcohol usually like sweet things, right?"
"That's true. It's a mystery."
Good, the atmosphere has become completely wholesome.
With the feeling as if I'd become a harmless uncle relative, I popped the chocolate into my mouth.
"...?"
But an unpleasant bitterness spreading in my mouth left me speechless.
What is this?
Poison?
I reflexively glared at Rio, and saw her grinning triumphantly.
"...You... what did you bring...?"
"Tee-hee. Whiskey bonbons."
"...Tch. The kind with alcohol inside...! Damn it, they're souvenirs customers give to cabaret club girls...!"
I hurriedly tried to spit it out, but it was already too late.
I had already swallowed nearly half, and on top of that, two more were shoved into my mouth.
"No spitting it out—"
And then, the finishing blow—a kiss.
Unbelievably, Rio sealed my mouth with her own lips and used her tongue and saliva to wash down the chocolate bonbons.
Forcibly, a terrifyingly strong dose of alcohol was poured into my body.
I felt my head loll to the side.
Due to a burning heartburn, I couldn't breathe properly.
I desperately pulled away from Rio, but the intoxication was already setting in.
"Y...You know what level of lightweight I am...? I get drunk from the steam of cooking sake when I make my own food, you know...?"
"That's why I got you drunk."
Rio wore a devilish smile as she licked the corner of her lips. She seemed to be savoring the aftertaste of the kiss.
"Sorry, but I've decided I'm going all the way with Nakamoto-san today."
"...Getting me dead drunk and forcing me... is it... normally this sort of thing... the genders are reversed, aren't they...?"
"It's fine, it's fine. I'll make sure you feel good."
"...Didn't you say you were a virgin...?"
"I am, but I studied by watching videos and stuff. There are various things I want to try."
Various things?
I'm slightly interested, but still, this is... this is not good, and yet...
My brain, fallen into a state of intoxication, was beginning to fail to think properly.
"Like, treating Nakamoto-san like a ten-year-old boy and me acting like an older sister. Or the opposite, treating Nakamoto-san like a master. Or something acrobatic. If we do them all at once, wouldn't that be fun?"
Perhaps excited by her own words, Rio's cheeks visibly reddened.
Somehow, her breathing also seemed rough.
【Rio Saito's Sexual Arousal has reached 70%】
【This is a value at which consensual sexual intercourse is possible. Proceed with execution?】
【If executed, there is a certain probability of conceiving a child】
【The born child will inherit the status tendencies and some skills of both parents, and sharing of equipment and items will also be possible】
【Furthermore, class transfer to the child will also be possible】
At this rate, I'll end up having to hold a press conference to apologize...
Ignoring me, frozen with ominous imaginings, Rio was about to begin the motion of removing her panties.