章節 515: Misunderstood
In the kitchen, nothing particularly entertaining was happening, and Kaguya certainly wasn't up to anything outrageous; she was simply satisfying a minor urge to cook. But what followed was a bit of a headache.
There was a problem of limited room space. Origami Tobiichi and Tohka Yatogami, while not exactly enemies, didn't get along very well. Especially regarding Kaguya, neither was willing to give an inch, so it was essentially impossible to have them share a room.
As for Natsumi, who had just arrived, though her spirit powers were suppressed, there was no telling if she might get up to some mischief. It would be best for her to have her own room.
That left only Yoshino to deal with, and she was so gentle and amiable that no one would mind sharing a room with her. So, in the end, the arrangement was Origami and Yoshino in one room, Natsumi in another, and Tohka in yet another.
As for Kaguya, she would be sleeping on the couch.
Honestly, it was a little pitiful—no matter who slept in the rooms, she always ended up on the couch. But she was used to it, and at least the couch was wide enough.
Meanwhile, in another room, Natsumi was tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. She suddenly sat up, angrily smacking her pillow as if it were Kaguya herself, pouting and muttering under her breath, "Why do I have to be stuck with that person? It's so annoying!"
She had seen Kaguya's true face, and then she'd had to endure all kinds of torment—being forced to do chores, to cook, and now to sleep here, practically held captive. To Natsumi, Kaguya might as well have been a horned monster breathing fire.
All because she'd let her guard down for just a moment, letting that wretched woman catch her off guard. If it weren't for that, she'd have transformed her into a pig! No, a guinea pig—small, dirty, and covered in mud—and whipped her relentlessly, denying her food until she knelt down and begged for mercy. Only then would Natsumi give her a mere scrap of bread.
Then, Kaguya would finally understand who was in charge.
Adolescents all had their fantasies, and Natsumi was no exception. She couldn't help but indulge in dreams of how she would make Kaguya pay.
But reality was harsh. Her stomach grumbled loudly, bringing a wave of discomfort. She was starving.
Thanks to the food she'd made, Kaguya hadn't shared her own meal with her, leaving Natsumi to eat only her own cooking. Yet the dish she'd prepared as a prank, overloaded with seasonings, gave off such a strange smell that she couldn't bear to even sniff it, let alone eat it.
Natsumi clutched her stomach, curling up into a ball, her hunger intensifying as if a fire were raging inside. She no longer even had the energy to curse Kaguya. She hadn't eaten or drunk anything since morning, and now hunger gnawed at her like waves crashing one after another.
Just then, the door opened, and a figure entered.
At the same time, a delightful aroma filled the air—rich and enticing.
Natsumi's nose twitched, and she sat up immediately, though her face turned frosty as she saw Kaguya standing there. She turned her head aside with a huff, refusing to look at her.
"You haven't eaten all day, have you?" Kaguya stepped inside with a warm smile, holding a plate of cola chicken wings. As a meat-lover, Kaguya had a particular fondness for meat, and though she had grown to enjoy vegetables more, meat remained essential.
"Hmph." Natsumi turned her back to Kaguya, exposing her smooth back and letting out a haughty little snort to show her disdain.
"I imagine you're hungry." Kaguya smiled as she spoke. "How about a bite? I made this just for you."
"As if! I'd never accept your charity!" Natsumi replied dryly, her face expressionless. "Don't think you can humiliate me with food. I won't fall for it."
"Humiliate you?" Kaguya tilted her head. "How did you come to that strange conclusion?"
"In any case, I'm not surrendering!" Natsumi declared loudly, her mouth set in a stubborn line, before she covered herself with the blanket.
Though she feigned indifference, beneath the covers her mouth was already watering, and she swallowed hard, struggling to keep the drool from dripping out.
"Not interested?" Kaguya coaxed in a gentle tone, "It's really good, you know. The chicken wings are fresh, the meat tender, juicy, and rich—cooked better than most fancy hotels. You sure you don't want a taste?"
But Natsumi remained unmoved, pretending to be asleep, her ears seemingly deaf to Kaguya's words.
"Well, if you're not interested, I won't force you. It's such a good plate of chicken wings; I guess I'll just eat it myself."
Hearing this, Natsumi almost jumped up. But she swallowed her words at the last moment, forcing herself to stay silent. She couldn't give in to this awful person—no way!
Then she heard the door close with a soft "click." That horrible person seemed to have left, and a wave of disappointment washed over her. She placed her hand over her flat stomach, feeling even hungrier than before.
That terrible person had probably just come to watch her suffer, without any intention of actually giving her food. She just wanted to make Natsumi submit, and then mock her when she finally broke down and asked to eat. That had to be her plan.
I won't fall for it!
But no matter how she steeled herself, the hunger showed no signs of abating. In fact, it seemed to grow even more intense.
Thinking back, that smell was really something… It probably tasted amazing…
Wait… The smell?
Natsumi sat up suddenly, looking toward the far side of the room. Her eyes locked onto the sight.
On the table sat a plate of cola chicken wings, steaming hot and emitting a mouth-watering aroma.
What's going on? Did she forget it here?
No, she definitely left it on purpose. I won't fall for it. I won't… I won't…
Finally, Natsumi couldn't resist anymore. Forget it—she would eat! Nothing could stop her now!
She jumped out of bed, darting over to the table and grabbing a chicken wing with her small hand. She began devouring it ravenously. The meat was tender and juicy, the flavor so rich that it beat anything she'd ever tasted. She nearly swallowed her tongue in delight.
Who would have thought that, despite how awful Kaguya was, she could actually make food this delicious?
Just then, the door swung open, and Kaguya walked in, grinning. "Ah, I forgot my chicken wings. Huh? Didn't you say you weren't going to eat?"
Natsumi's face turned crimson as she saw Kaguya's expression, which was one of complete satisfaction at a successful scheme.
For some reason, watching Natsumi lose her temper was incredibly entertaining to Kaguya. Particularly when she angrily threw the plate—it made her look so adorable that Kaguya couldn't help but feel an urge to pinch her soft little cheeks. But on second thought, she hesitated, imagining herself ending up with a permanent bite mark and ultimately decided against it.
After all, having a cute little girl chomping down on your fingers wasn't exactly something one wanted to be caught dealing with, right?
Still, why did Kaguya have this odd habit of teasing lolis? Seeing their flustered, angry faces was simply too cute—could she have a particular fondness for it?
Satisfied with her teasing, Kaguya returned to the living room, set up her makeshift bed on the couch, turned off the lights, and got ready to sleep.
So far, she had encountered five Spirits—no, if she counted Origami Tobiichi's dormant state, that made six Spirits. Four more hadn't yet made their appearance, but Kaguya didn't see this as much of an issue. Of the remaining four, except for Mukuro Hoshimiya, it didn't seem like any would cause her too much trouble.
As for Mukuro Hoshimiya… well, Kaguya wasn't exactly sure when she'd show up. It probably had something to do with DEM, who seemed to be after her. It looked like DEM had made capturing Mukuro a priority, and that was where things would get complicated.
To be honest, DEM was practically the definition of "troublemakers," always causing issues for no good reason, only to end up getting thoroughly beaten in the end. They weren't so much "defeated" as much as "self-sabotaged." Due to Westcott's insatiable greed, things always ended in disaster for him. You'd think they'd have learned that, without protagonist plot armor, they were doomed to become side characters defeated and cast aside.
Yet, despite all that, Kaguya couldn't deny that Mukuro Hoshimiya was likely the most formidable among the spirits yet to come. Her abilities alone would make any opponent think twice, and her indifferent personality combined with her strength would make things unpredictable.
While Kaguya was lost in thought, she suddenly sensed someone approaching her in the darkness. A figure tiptoed over, lifted the blanket, and slipped right in, lying on top of her.
How bold of Origami Tobiichi, sneaking over to Kaguya for a midnight rendezvous despite sharing a room with Yoshino. Then again, Kaguya hadn't had any closeness for a few days, and she was starting to feel a little restless herself.
But as her hand moved to embrace the soft figure, something felt… off. Origami didn't have quite this level of… ahem, presence. Could it be…
Threads of moonlight streamed through the glass window, illuminating the figure's face in gentle clarity, revealing none other than Tohka Yatogami.
"You—why are you here?" Kaguya asked in stunned surprise, loosening her grip a little.
"Why, is that a problem?" Tohka's cheeks were tinged with a faint blush, and she seemed slightly embarrassed. She held Kaguya's hand and placed it over her chest.
"No, that's not what I meant," Kaguya replied, a little dry-mouthed as she felt the softness beneath her fingers. "But what are you doing here?"
"That night…" Tohka's eyes sparkled as she murmured, "I saw it."
"Saw it?" Kaguya blinked in confusion. "Saw what?"
Tohka leaned close and whispered into Kaguya's ear, "That night—you and Origami. I saw it."
Kaguya froze, a wave of awkwardness overtaking her. It was true; things had gotten a bit carried away recently. Once Origami had tasted the thrill, she had taken to their encounters with surprising enthusiasm. Her normally cool expression paired with her seductive movements had left Kaguya thoroughly captivated.
Perhaps because they hadn't been caught so far, they'd gotten a bit bolder, and Kaguya's guard had gradually slipped. Who would have thought that Tohka would be the one to discover them?
But then again, in retrospect, it wasn't so surprising. Unlike in the original series, Tohka's spirit powers hadn't been sealed, so her five senses were as sharp as ever, far keener than the average person's. It wasn't that strange she'd picked up on something.
"Uh, it's… not what you think." Kaguya stammered, still feeling the heat of the moment.
"Not what I think? Then what is it?" Tohka pressed herself closer. She wasn't wearing a thing, her snowy white skin glowing faintly under the clear moonlight.
"Well, you're still young…" Kaguya started, then immediately regretted her words. Tohka was hardly "young," no, definitely not "small."
"Young? How am I young?" Tohka retorted, looking indignant. "I'm the same age as you all—go ahead, see for yourself."
"Ahem, yes, I can tell…" Kaguya cleared her throat. She had definitely noticed that Tohka was not "small" at all.
"Then why can't we?" Tohka huffed, pouting. "You and Origami can, so why not with me?"
"That's… different," Kaguya replied, clearing her throat twice, "we're…"
She paused, suddenly struck by a thought.
Right… Why not?
Here was a lovely little lamb practically delivered to her door. Why refuse? It wouldn't make any sense to send her away.
But Tohka, seeing Kaguya's momentary hesitation, seemed to misinterpret her silence. A hurt expression crossed her face, and she bit her lip, looking downcast. "I see… So I thought we were inseparable partners, but I guess that was just my own fantasy. Well, I won't bother you anymore, I—"
Before she could finish, Tohka's eyes widened as Kaguya wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulled her close, and pressed her lips against hers.
Tohka's eyes went from startled to dazed, and finally to misty. Surrendering to Kaguya's gentle touch, she slowly lay down on the couch.
Tonight, the sky was especially beautiful. Outside the window, the night was alive with starlight dotting the dark sky, while a full moon hid and reappeared between drifting clouds, casting a soft glow over the inky night. A gentle breeze stirred, rustling the green leaves and the fluttering curtains.
And inside, the quiet, tender sounds gave the tranquil night an added warmth and life.
Morning sunlight streamed down like gentle strands, piercing through the clear glass and the layers of curtains to light up the room. The brightness brought a soft glow to the couch, and the dust particles floated and danced in the beams, adding a feeling of quiet ease and harmony.
Outside, a soft breeze stirred, swaying the lush leaves and wildflowers gently, filling the air with a fresh scent. The occasional chirping of birds added an extra layer of peacefulness.
Seemingly roused by the morning sunlight, Kaguya's eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes. Still a bit hazy and not entirely awake, her mind felt groggy.
Perhaps it was because she'd gone to bed a little late, she felt unusually tired this morning—a sensation she hadn't experienced in quite some time. Was she becoming lax in her training lately, leading to this feeling?
In truth, it wasn't entirely Kaguya's fault. Her opponents had simply been too weak, making it hard for her to treat them seriously. When she did act, it was mostly out of boredom, like a cat playing with a mouse, devoid of any real challenge. She even thought it was more entertaining to let them survive half-heartedly, prolonging the fun. Otherwise, why was Westcott still alive after offending her twice?
This was just Kaguya's little twisted pleasure.
Without a real challenge, laziness had become a habit, and that was a concerning trend.
As the saying goes, "The longer you walk by the river, the more likely you are to get your shoes wet," or "even the best driver can crash." The more complacent one becomes, the more they risk an unexpected slip-up. One day, if Kaguya, the so-called "experienced driver," were to actually "crash," things would definitely not end well.
While Kaguya's mind wandered through these idle thoughts, she suddenly noticed something peculiar. In her hand, she held something soft. Giving it a gentle squeeze, she was startled by a soft murmur right beside her ear, jolting her fully awake. Turning her head, she saw a beautiful face close to hers, eyes closed, breathing softly in a peaceful sleep.
It was Tohka Yatogami.
Memories of the previous night came rushing back to Kaguya—she recalled doing some rather unsuitable-for-young-audiences activities with Tohka. It seemed she'd indulged in the little lamb that had willingly walked into her den.
Now that she thought about it, Tohka was quite different from Origami Tobiichi. Origami was slender and toned, her body well-conditioned from training, giving her remarkable flexibility to pull off impressive moves.
Tohka, on the other hand, was more voluptuous and mature in appearance, with a perfectly curvaceous figure, especially a fuller chest, and her skin was smooth and soft like silk.
As Kaguya's mind compared the two, Origami's bedroom door suddenly opened, snapping her back to the present. She quickly pulled the blanket up to cover Tohka completely. Origami emerged, yawning and drowsily greeted Kaguya, "Good morning."
"Good morning," Kaguya replied with a dry chuckle.
Origami didn't seem to notice anything out of place and wandered toward the bathroom. Just as Kaguya thought she'd have a chance to sneak Tohka back to her room, Origami, in a half-asleep daze, simply bent down, pulled off her underwear, and sat down on the toilet.
Kaguya froze.
Moments later, Origami wiped with a tissue, flushed, and turned to see Kaguya looking at her with wide eyes. Curious, she asked, "What's wrong? Is something the matter?"
"No, nothing," Kaguya replied with a couple of forced coughs, feeling awkward.
Origami blinked at her, then walked over, placing a small, soft hand on Kaguya's forehead with a concerned look. "Are you feeling okay? Do you have a fever?"
"Really, it's nothing," Kaguya caught Origami's hand and laughed stiffly. "I'm not sick, I swear. You should go rest."
"Are you sure?" Origami asked.
"Really, I'm fine. I mean, with my level of power, how could I possibly catch a cold?" Kaguya said.
All she wanted now was for Origami not to notice anything and leave as soon as possible; otherwise, she'd risk exposing herself completely. Origami could be quite possessive. While she wasn't as obviously jealous as Tohka, she could be just as fierce.
"Well, alright. I'll go get some more rest." Origami yawned and turned back toward her room.
But just then, a muffled sound escaped from under the blanket, causing it to ripple slightly.
Kaguya's heart skipped a beat, realizing Tohka, still hidden beneath, had started to feel stifled and had shifted. She quickly placed her hand on Tohka's smooth back, gently pressing down to keep her still.
"Hm?" Origami suddenly stopped in her tracks and looked back, puzzled. "What was that sound?"
"Oh, it was nothing, just a yawn," Kaguya said with a forced smile.
"Really?" Origami frowned. "It didn't sound quite like a yawn—it sounded more like…"
At that moment, Tohka stirred again under the covers, causing the blanket to bulge slightly. She was clearly awake now but couldn't sit up due to Kaguya's gentle restraint.
Origami's sleepy eyes grew a little sharper as they shifted toward Kaguya's blanket.
"I just stretched my legs," Kaguya said nonchalantly. "You should go back and rest. I'll make breakfast in a bit and call everyone to get up." She lightly patted Tohka under the blanket, signaling her to stay still.
"Oh…" Origami glanced around and then asked, "By the way, where's Tohka?"
Suddenly, Kaguya tensed up, her gaze momentarily going blank.
"What's wrong?" Origami's face took on a look of mild surprise as she walked closer, concern evident in her tone. "Are you feeling sick?"
"No, nothing, really," Kaguya quickly waved her hand, forcing a smile. "I just got a bit chilly, so I shivered."
Then, as if misunderstanding Kaguya's earlier signals, Tohka, still lying on top of Kaguya, extended her tongue and began to gently lick the delicate softness beneath her lips, swirling her tongue around playfully.
Not stopping there, Tohka parted her lips and enveloped a certain part gently with her mouth.
A warm sensation spread through Kaguya's skin as she suppressed the urge to moan.
"Are you sure?" Origami studied Kaguya's pale expression, her tone tinged with suspicion.
"Absolutely, I'm fine," Kaguya replied, forcing a strained smile.
Tohka had clearly misunderstood her signals and thought Kaguya wanted a repeat of last night's activities. And now, Kaguya found herself in a bit of a predicament.
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