Chapter 400: Return, You Are Very Brave
It turned out that Kisaki Kiriha was indeed a first-timer.
But her combat prowess was exceptionally fierce!
Probably the kind where even if Yukina, Sayaka, Natsuki Minamiya, and Aya were all tied together, they still couldn't defeat her alone.
After a night of silence.
This woman could actually sit at the dining table as if nothing had happened, quietly eating breakfast while occasionally bickering with Hinado.
It's just that when she sat down, she would slightly furrow her brows, and her black-stockinged jade legs under the table would tremble faintly.
Hmm, it seems she wasn't completely unaffected.
After breakfast, Mahiro also began preparing to leave.
At first, Natsuki Minamiya was curious about how he would do it.
But the next second, she felt a ripple in space.
It was Space-Time Transfer Magic.
But it wasn't used on her—it was used on the residents of Itogami Island!
All those Demon Race members, including humans, were transferred away in an instant.
On the vast, spacious artificial island, only a handful of people remained.
The most populated places were probably the villa where the women lived and the welfare home funded by Mahiro.
Then, Mahiro returned to mid-air, his ring-adorned hand slowly opening toward Itogami Island as if making a grasping motion.
The next moment.
The massive Itogami Island, along with the Prison Barrier connected to the artificial island, completely vanished.
This phenomenon could be said to have shaken the entire world!
Especially the First Progenitor and the Second Progenitor.
The two Progenitors knew all too well the significance of Itogami Island's existence and what lay beneath it.
They wanted to find the Third Progenitor to discuss the matter.
However, they learned that the Third Progenitor had disappeared—along with Itogami Island.
Not only that, but Mahiro had also quietly left this world...
Accompanied by a dazed sensation.
When he opened his eyes again, Mahiro had returned to the world of The Irregular at Magic High School.
But this time...
"Where have I been teleported to this time?"
He glanced around and found himself in an unfamiliar room.
But judging by the layout, it was definitely a girl's room.
And a somewhat messy one at that.
Because he saw a pair of boots scattered on the sofa, and a pair of stockings tossed on the coffee table.
A pair of jeans hung over a chair, along with a worn white T-shirt.
And on the bed not far away, a pair of panties was also lying there.
And they were gray sporty ones!
They looked somewhat familiar, as if someone had worn them before, but he couldn't remember who.
Vaguely, Mahiro heard the sound of running water and a softly hummed tune coming from the bathroom.
Just as he was about to investigate, the sound of water stopped.
Turning his head, he saw the bathroom door open.
Accompanied by the billowing steam, the first thing that caught his eye was a pair of fair, long legs.
It was Riannon, who had just finished her shower. Her hair was damp, golden strands dripping with water, accentuating her naturally beautiful, celebrity-like face, making her even more radiant and captivating.
At this moment, she was wrapped only in a towel, barely covering her bottom, with her jade-like legs completely exposed to the air.
The exposed fair skin seemed so delicate it could be pierced with a breath.
In the instant their eyes met, the air froze.
Lina's face, already flushed red from the steam, deepened in color, her expression tinged with panic.
Just as she was about to cry out, she seemed to remember something.
Then, she regained her composure.
Lina tentatively asked:
"You… what are you doing in my room so late at night?"
"Do you think I wanted to come? I was teleported here…"
Mahiro should have answered like that, but seeing Lina's nervous expression and the way she tightly clutched the towel, he couldn't help but feel a playful urge.
A slight, amused curve lifted the corner of his mouth.
Seeing the smile on his face, Lina shivered involuntarily, instantly recalling those unpleasant memories.
Instinctively, she tried to step back.
But Mahiro took a swift step forward, pinning her against the wall.
Gently lifting her chin, he forced her to meet his gaze and whispered:
"It's been so long since I last saw you, Lina. I missed you, so I came to visit."
Lina didn't respond, forced to look into his eyes.
She remembered that Mahiro had been away from Mishima Island for nearly a year again.
So she forced herself to calm down and spoke in a flat tone:
"So, Yotsuba, you came to find me as soon as you returned to Mishima Island?"
"Yes, see how good I am to you?"
Good?
Good, my foot!
Every time he sought her out, it was never for anything good. This guy would always try out whatever new tricks he'd learned from who-knows-where on her.
Thinking of those humiliations,
Lina couldn't help but bite her lower lip, struggling to hold back her emotions from completely erupting.
"Lina, let me help you dry your hair."
Noticing that Lina's casually draped golden hair was still damp, Mahiro suggested with a smile.
"..."
Lina still didn't respond.
She just stared straight at him.
Because she didn't know what new trick this jerk had thought up to mess with her.
Mahiro didn't mind. He simply took her hand, led her to the vanity, pressed her shoulders down, and forced her to sit on the chair.
Then, he picked up the hairdryer, plugged it in, and began drying Lina's hair.
"I've wanted to say this for a while now—your hair is really beautiful, Lina," Mahiro said as he dried her hair.
The golden strands, like spun gold, slipped through his fingertips as they dried.
Even though her hair was naturally slightly wavy, there wasn't a single tangle.
This smooth texture, among hair of this color, was only slightly surpassed by Alpha's.
"Hmph, is this another one of your weird fetishes?"
Lina, watching her reflection in the mirror along with Mahiro behind her, couldn't help but retort with a cold snort.
It was no wonder Lina reacted this way.
In the past, every time Mahiro praised something, it meant he was about to use it.
From foot fetishes to stocking fetishes, then praising her mouth, her chest, and her small buttocks.
There wasn't a single part of her body that this guy hadn't invaded and defiled.
And now, he was even complimenting her hair.
Could it be that he wouldn't even spare her own hair?!
Wuwuwu, Sylvia, come save me...
No, Sylvia, you mustn't come over...
Lina knew all too well the nature of this perverted bastard. If Sylvia came over, she'd probably be dragged onto the bed by this guy, and they'd end up sharing the covers together.
Seeing her expression as bitter and troubled as a bitter gourd, Mahiro was also left speechless.
He knew that he might have been a little excessive in the past.
But that couldn't be blamed on him.
So he couldn't help but retort:
"In your eyes, am I that kind of pervert?"
"Aren't you?"
"Fine, I am, but this time it's just a simple compliment."
Since arguing was useless, it was better to just admit it outright.
It wouldn't cost him anything.
Seeing his shameless reply, Lina was both angry and speechless, then fell silent.
Her clear eyes stared straight at the reflection in the mirror, though no one knew what she was thinking.
Because her hair was quite wet and very thick, Mahiro spent about twenty minutes finally drying Lina's hair.
The moment the hairdryer stopped, Lina proactively asked:
"You've finished drying my hair, aren't you planning to leave?"
"Why should I leave? It's been so long since we last saw each other, I really missed you. I'm staying here tonight," Mahiro replied matter-of-factly, shrugging his shoulders.
"I knew you'd say that, you bastard!"
Lina retorted indignantly, biting her lower lip again, as if pondering something.
Then, she suddenly stood up, as if having made some kind of decision.
"What are you doing?"
Mahiro was also taken aback by her sudden move and the aura she gave off.
However, Lina didn't respond to him, she just turned around and met his gaze again.
And under his watchful eyes, Lina suddenly gathered her long hair, lifting the hair at her temples as well, and tied it into a ponytail at the back of her head with both hands.
The bath towel on her body, having lost its restraint, slipped right off her.
Her milky-white skin was completely exposed to his view!
"Whoa~ It's been so long, I never thought Lina's figure would still be this amazing."
Lina ignored him, instead pulling open the drawer of the dressing table and taking out a small instant pudding from inside.
"???"
Seeing this, Mahiro slowly typed out a few question marks, his eye twitching, and he instinctively asked:
"You usually keep this kind of thing in your dressing table?"
This time, Lina responded.
She gave him a big eye roll.
Then she forcibly pushed him, shoving him directly onto her bed.
And she warned in a low voice:
"Since you're staying, then don't talk, just enjoy it!"
With that said.
Mahiro immediately gasped.
This was a completely new version he had never experienced before!
And from Lina's mouth, only subtle whimpers remained.
After who knows how long, Mahiro felt a sense of physical and mental relaxation, but unfortunately, he hadn't had enough yet.
He was about to speak when he felt a cool sensation on his thigh, as if water droplets had fallen on him.
Water droplets?
No!
Not water!
He abruptly sat up, only to see Lina sitting cross-legged on the carpet, tears pattering down her cheeks.
"What's wrong? What happened?"
Mahiro quickly helped Lina up and sat her on the bed, embracing her.
It was quite unusual for Lina to shed tears.
Even when he had treated her so harshly before, she had never shed a single tear. What was going on today?
Had she not taken her medicine?
Naturally, Lina was unaware of the thoughts running through his mind.
She simply wept softly, as if recalling something sorrowful, her tears pattering against his body.
As if sensing herself falling into a warm embrace,
Lina couldn't help but look up, meeting his gaze.
Her slightly reddened eyes were filled with grievance as she tearfully confronted the man before her:
"Mahiro, why? Why do you always bully me like this? Is tormenting me really that fun?"
Mahiro instinctively wanted to reply, "Of course it's fun—otherwise, I wouldn't keep coming back to you."
But seeing Lina's sorrowful expression, he swallowed his words.
He grew even more puzzled,
unable to understand why she would ask such a thing.
But soon, he grasped the meaning behind Lina's words.
The beginning of their relationship had never been normal.
It wouldn't be wrong to call it pathological.
Although their first meeting was as classmates, Lina's identity was that of a spy. Capturing a spy and dealing with her according to his status was perfectly justified.
Not to mention, he had even let her go afterward.
Yet, their second encounter saw Lina as an enemy once more. Outmatched, she was captured by him, becoming his prisoner, his captive.
Continuing to treat her as he had before seemed perfectly reasonable to Mahiro.
Moreover, Mahiro had even offered Lina protection and a status second only to his own.
This was already the greatest act of mercy.
Wasn't that enough?
If the Ten Master Clans had captured her, they wouldn't have hesitated to put Lina on an operating table for dissection, or at the very least, imprison her as a breeding tool.
They would have exploited her genes to continuously produce exceptional offspring.
Don't think such a thing impossible—given the darkness of the Ten Master Clans, this would be considered the most commonplace of actions.
For the sake of superior genes, those people were capable of anything.
Even within the Yotsuba family, take Miya Yotsuba and Shiba Tatsurou, for example. Otherwise, how could the situation between Shiba Tatsurou and Sayuri Furuha have arisen?
But seeing Lina's expression, Mahiro suddenly thought of another possibility and tentatively asked:
"Do you want to go back to the USNA to see?"
Hearing this, Lina immediately stopped crying, tears ceasing as she looked at him with a mix of resentment and complaint:
"The USNA has already dissolved. My family has been gone for a long time, and all my friends are here now. Why would I want to go back?"
After speaking, Lina's eyes drifted slightly, her cheeks puffing up as she whispered softly:
"All those complaints earlier... I just wanted... you to... treat me a little better..."
As someone with a military background, how could she not understand her own identity and situation?
It was just that seeing her best friend Miyuki being treated so gently every time, showing a happy and sweet smile, made her feel a bit envious.
Even if just a little of that gentleness were given to her—even one-tenth—she would be satisfied.
"Heh."
Mahiro suddenly let out a light laugh.
"?"
Frightened, Lina quickly closed her eyes, bracing herself for the storm of punishment that was sure to follow.
But the imagined punishment never came. Instead, she felt her delicate body pressed tightly against the person before her, while a large hand landed on her head, gently stroking her hair.
"Is that all? I thought it was some excessive request. Miss Lina, have you ever considered that what you long for might already be yours, but you just haven't realized it?"
"?"
Lina slowly formed a question mark in her mind, not quite understanding.
Mahiro continued:
"There are many women around me, and I'm often away for long periods. You could even say we spend more time apart than together. Every time I come to you, you approach me with resistance, never accepting, so you never notice the changes."
"But think carefully—hasn't the dynamic between us already changed long ago?"
His words struck a chord in Lina's heart.
It seemed... that was indeed the case.
She remembered her first, second, third times... none of them had been pleasant, and back then, she was a spy from the USNA.
So, she had labeled everything about Mahiro as detestable.
Even after being captured, it seemed nothing had changed.
But what about Mahiro? Even though she was a prisoner, he still kept her by his side as a bodyguard, telling the Japanese Magic community to mark her as his.
Providing her with shelter...
Thinking of this, Lina felt a wave of shame wash over her.
In the end, it was all her own fault!
But one thing was undeniable—this man always treated her with a lecherous attitude!
Fortunately, Mahiro didn't have the ability to read minds, or he would have surely retorted:
Isn't that obvious?
If a man isn't lecherous, what should he be? "How are you"?
However, Lina still puffed up her cheeks, putting on a tsundere expression as she spoke:
"Then... then I don't care! I want compensation!"
"What kind of compensation?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, Lina suddenly leaned forward, her ample chest brushing against him as she kissed him directly.
As their lips met, Lina used her well-trained core strength to push him back down, then straddled him.
Moonlight flowed into the room like water, illuminating her face.
Her slightly flushed cheeks seemed to glow with a faint halo.
She spoke shyly:
"I want to be on top as compensation!"
"Fine, suit yourself. It'll save me some effort anyway."
The battle that night was intense and fiery.
Although Lina experienced the gallantry of being a knight, she ultimately lost and was captured once again.
Her crystal-clear, jade-like toes, taut like bowstrings, traced countless elegant arcs in the air.
After the city gates had been breached countless times, the flames of battle finally subsided.
The sound of running water came from the bathroom.
It woke Lina from her deep slumber, and she lazily opened her eyes toward the light emanating from the bathroom.
Instinctively, she hugged the pillow beside her, her eyes soft and tender.
But when she caught a whiff of the lingering scent on it, a sudden phrase flashed through her mind—
"Lift your waist, so I can go deeper."
"Ugh... so embarrassing, so embarrassing, so embarrassing, so embarrassing!"
She buried her entire face in the pillow, too ashamed to face anyone, while her delicate body beneath the blankets twisted and turned frantically.
She dared not, nor did she want to, touch upon the memories from earlier.
But the more she tried to avoid them, the more those memories surged forth, unfolding before her eyes like a revolving lantern.
Oh no, she was even more embarrassed now!
Her plump toes curled tightly together, as if she wished she could dig a three-bedroom apartment out of the bedsheet!
After what felt like an eternity, the bed sank slightly, and Lina soon felt herself enveloped in a warm embrace.
"You... you're back?"
She peeked out with one eye, glancing at the person beside her pillow.
"Mhm, I just washed up and came back. How was the compensation, Miss Lina? Was it satisfying?"
His tone was elegant and gentle, like a gentleman's, but the words made Lina bury her face even deeper in embarrassment.
"Sa-satisfying? No, it was... just average."
Lina mumbled in response.
Unbeknownst to her, this "average" had just struck a sensitive nerve for Mahiro.
The last person who said it was "average" ended up lying in bed for a long time.
And Lina was the second one brave enough to say it!
"You actually said it was average? It seems you're quite bold, Miss Lina."
"No, no, I didn't mean it that way!"
With a startled gasp, the battle began once again.