Chương 161: Chapter 161: Life is unpredictable
"Are you sure you want me to feed you?" Amamiya asked one last time.
"No hesitation at all!" Chika waved her 'shark fins' in frustration, flapping them clumsily. "When someone's dying of thirst, they don't care about the details. As long as it's liquid, I'll drink it!"
"What bravery," Amamiya mused.
When people are pushed to their limits, they can indeed summon incredible strength.
His gaze unintentionally drifted downward toward his pants.
'Bang, bang, bang!'
Chika furiously slapped him with her shark fins. "Idiot Amamiya! What are you even thinking about?!"
"Don't hit me," Amamiya responded with righteous indignation. "I swear I wasn't thinking anything weird."
"Then stop putting your hands on your hips!"
"..."
Despite Chika's protests, Amamiya didn't hesitate any longer.
He bent over the faucet, took a sip of water, then stood up.
Chika quickly leaned closer, standing on her tiptoes.
Their eyes met.
Amamiya could clearly see her slightly parted pink lips, framed by faintly visible white teeth. Her lips glistened like cherry blossoms after the rain, an enticing shade of pink.
So this is what they mean by "rosy lips and pearly whites."
"Haa... haa..." Chika's breathing grew heavier. Her long, delicate eyelashes trembled, and her eyes were filled with an urgent need for water, like a fish gasping for life.
As the space between them shrank to mere inches, a hint of shyness flickered across Chika's face.
"No... I really can't wait any longer..." she murmured.
But the momentary embarrassment was quickly swept away by her overwhelming thirst.
There was no room for modesty when thirst had taken over completely.
Chika rose on her tiptoes and pressed forward.
So soft.
Amamiya's mind blanked for a moment.
He had never imagined a girl's lips could feel so delicate, as soft as pudding or melted cheese. One wrong move and they might dissolve entirely.
In addition to their softness, there was a faint minty freshness—she must have used mint toothpaste before bed.
At that moment, Chika, now refreshed and rejuvenated, could no longer control her hunger for water. Her movements became increasingly urgent.
No longer gentle.
In fact, a bit rough.
Amamiya took a half step back, but the cold, hard wall behind him offered no escape.
Chika raised one of her 'shark fins,' pressing him against the wall as she stood on her toes, determined to seize the source of life.
For a brief moment, Amamiya's thoughts turned strange.
If this were an otome game, this scene would probably be labeled something like, '"After school, I was pinned to the wall by the female bully in the restroom!"'
A moment passed.
"Haa... haa..."
As they pulled away, the sound of their heavy breathing filled the air, a silver thread of moisture briefly linking their lips before snapping.
Chika's face had turned a deep shade of red, resembling an overripe apple, ready to burst. When she realized what had just happened, her blush intensified, and she waved her 'shark fins' in an attempt to wipe the corners of her mouth.
But the fins were too short, unable to reach.
Amamiya, regaining his composure, wiped the corner of his own mouth with the back of his hand and muttered quietly, "Again."
"Huh?!"
Chika jumped back in panic.
Pervert!
Shameless!
You want to kiss me again?! This is a horror game, not a romance!
No matter how good it felt, now is definitely not the time to get carried away!
"Don't let your imagination run wild," Amamiya raised an eyebrow and softly reminded her, "You haven't taken off your costume yet."
Chika snapped back to reality at his words.
He was right.
The shark doll costume was still on her. While they'd temporarily resolved the situation, the main issue remained unsolved.
As the realization hit her, the desire she had just managed to suppress reignited with full force.
"This," she muttered, her voice tinged with hesitation.
Amamiya blinked and gave her a calm look, signaling her to stay composed.
With a blush spreading across her face, Chika nodded, her breath unsteady. "Fine… one more time…"
After all, she had already done it once—what difference would one more time make?
Amamiya turned on the faucet again, took another sip, and approached her.
This time, however, the pink-haired girl hesitated. Shyness replaced her desperation, and she found herself rooted to the spot, unsure whether to move closer.
But Amamiya didn't wait for her to make the first move. He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, pulling her closer, and bent his head to feed her the water.
"Mmm..." Chika's eyelashes fluttered as she instinctively closed her eyes, letting herself drink under his guidance.
This time, her thirst wasn't as intense, allowing her to notice more. The warmth from his lips, the heat that danced on her tongue—it all made her feel lightheaded, her body trembling faintly.
'It's over! It's over! I really can't get married now!'
'Zzzip!'
Without a word, Amamiya reached for the zipper on the back of her shark costume, pulled it all the way down, and urged in a low voice, "Hurry up, get out."
"Oh... oh," Chika replied, dazed and flushed, her mind still foggy. It took her a second to register what he said before she finally jumped out of the shark doll costume.
The two of them stepped back, putting some distance between themselves and the costume. However, the discarded shark suit suddenly stirred. In an eerie movement, it seemed to come alive, wobbling to its feet and staggering toward them.
"Amamiya-kun, we have to run!" Chika exclaimed in panic. "If it touches you, you'll lose control and put it on again!"
Amamiya, however, remained calm. "Well, that depends on which power takes priority."
"Huh?" Chika blinked in confusion.
Amamiya responded with a smirk, "Sweep away gangsters and eliminate evil."
"Oh no!" Chika slapped her forehead. "I was so panicked, I completely forgot... Can I even name this shark costume?"
"Only one way to find out," Amamiya replied. "Give it a try."
Taking his advice, Chika pointed at the suit and commanded, "Don, answer if you can hear me!"
The shark costume paused in its pursuit. Then, from within the suit, a strange voice echoed:
"...Don is here!"
Chika exhaled in relief. "It worked! I can use my skill." Cracking her knuckles with a dangerous grin, she turned to Amamiya. "Amamiya-kun, grab it! I need to take out some frustration!"
Without hesitation, Amamiya grabbed the shark doll by the shoulder, activating his skill to 'sweep away gangsters and eliminate evil.'
Instantly, the shark costume froze in place.
"That's what you get!" Chika declared, clenching her fists and pounding the shark doll's belly in frustration.
"You have no idea how uncomfortable that was!" she ranted, venting all her bottled-up anger. "It was like wandering in the desert for three days and nights! Every cell in my body was screaming for water. I thought I was going to die!"
Amamiya, meanwhile, cast a thoughtful glance at Chika's flushed, moist lips.
"…"
Noticing his stare, Chika's embarrassment surged back, and she hastily covered her cheeks. Now that the costume's mental influence was gone, her shame fully returned.
The first and second times had both been disasters, and now she truly felt like she couldn't get married.
"Stop covering up," Amamiya teased. "You weren't shy a moment ago."
He wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, a subtle grin forming. "Let's finish the game first."
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