Chapter 17: Oni Chichi I Crashing the Party?
"This world is seriously insane."
Aoki Haruto sat at the cafeteria table, staring fixedly at Takumi Hoshino. His stainless steel tray of food remained completely untouched.
Takumi finally paused mid-bite. "You know staring at me like that is gonna make me lose my appetite, right?"
"Imperial Brother… are you absolutely sure you haven't been possessed by some Xiao Yan from Battle Through the Heavens? Or maybe someone transferred eighty years of Northern Abyssal Divine Skill into your body?"
"Yep. Pretty sure that's not the case."
"Then how the hell did you beat Goda Taiga?! Goda Taiga!!"
"He probably just got careless."
"Careless? You went punch-for-punch with him and then shoulder-slammed him flying! That's not normal at all! Wait—I got it. You've been parasitized by a 'Migi,' haven't you? Like in Parasyte?!"
"Are you done yet? I'm just a little stronger than average, that's all. Why does it have to be possession by an otherworlder or alien parasite? Sure, I look skinny in clothes, but I've secretly been working out. Built up some godly strength, you know."
Takumi struck a classic "I've been training" pose.
Aoki Haruto just pouted. "That's straight out of Angel Beats!, isn't it? The line Glasses Guy from the Battlefront says. Fine then—prove it. Take your shirt off right now and show me that 'hidden power' body of yours."
"I'm gonna faint. Why the hell would I strip? Have you finally graduated from lolicon to full-on gay?!"
Takumi shuddered dramatically, set his bowl down. "I'm full."
Without another word, he stood up and walked off, completely ignoring Aoki's protests.
At the cafeteria kiosk he bought a canned Mirinda, popped it open, and started chugging while mentally lecturing himself:
'Was I too flashy back there? In the old days I would've just avoided Goda for a few days. But now that I've finally gotten a cheat… a real chance to stand above everyone else… why the hell should I swallow that kind of crap? I've read so many novels where the MC starts out spineless, gets OP, and then becomes even more pathetic—scared of getting dissected by the government or forced into some shady contract. So they keep letting people bully them, never showing off, until they finally snap after endless humiliation. Like suffering is the only way to get that sweet cathartic explosion. Screw that. I'm young, I have power—if I don't act arrogant now, I'll just end up short of breath when I'm old.'
Takumi didn't regret a thing.
He had only used a tiny bit of mana, yet he'd effortlessly floored the school's most feared meat mountain. The power of mana was incredible… though the demon engraving had warned him this kind of brute-force usage was extremely wasteful. Only after obtaining martial arts or super-powered magic in the 2D worlds would he truly be able to surpass human limits.
After finishing the Mirinda, he casually crushed the empty can flat with one hand—completely squashed—then tossed it in the trash.
Just as he was about to leave, a shout rang out.
"Takumi's over here!"
In seconds, three or four guys surrounded him.
Takumi raised an eyebrow. "And you guys want…?"
"We're from the wrestling club. The captain wants to see you."
"Captain? You mean Goda Taiga? What, one loss wasn't enough so now it's a gang beatdown?"
The boys didn't answer.
A massive shadow soon approached, blocking half the sunlight. Goda stormed up, eyes bloodshot, glaring murderously.
"Takumi! You're finished! I'm gonna kill you!"
"Sigh… again? You're so annoying, Goda. Are you Pikachu's big brother or something?"
"Pikachu's big brother? The hell is that?"
"Because you're really 'itching' for a shock."
One of the wrestling club guys curiously asked, and Takumi happily delivered the punchline.
Everyone froze for a second. The three underclassmen's lips twitched as they fought back smiles—until they remembered their terrifying captain and forced it down.
Goda roared, "You're dead!"
He lunged, this time using proper wrestling technique instead of wild haymakers. If he got a solid grip, with his strength and skill he could easily slam Takumi to the ground hard enough to dislocate every joint and leave him crawling for half a day.
Takumi didn't dodge.
The fatty's face lit up with joy—he was already setting up his secret move, the 'Giant Throw.' A lift and a push. With his grip and arm power he could snatch and hold two hundred pounds overhead for seconds. Once someone's feet left the ground, they'd be in zero-gravity helplessness. One final shove and even someone stronger than him would be helpless to resist the slam.
Simple in theory, but it took countless hours of practice to chain perfectly.
But the instant Goda's hands touched Takumi's shoulders—
Takumi exploded.
Like a fully drawn bowstring suddenly released, his fist shot forward like a meteor.
BAM!!
It buried itself deep into Goda's gut.
The fatty felt like his internal organs had been instantly liquefied. All that protective fat did absolutely nothing.
To the onlookers, it looked like Takumi barely moved—then suddenly his fist was embedded in the huge belly. The massive body folded forward like a boiled shrimp.
Takumi pulled his fist back and looked down at the wide-eyed, speechless, white-eyed fatty who couldn't even groan.
"Goda-kun, maybe your brain is just as fatty as the rest of you. Forgot the lesson already? This time I'm letting your body remember my fist. So please, from now on, don't bother me again, okay? I'm a civilized person. I hate violence the most."
With that, he shoved both hands in his pockets, swept a lazy gaze over the three wrestling club members.
"Anyone else wanna try? Come on, I'm waiting."
All three instinctively took a step back.
Takumi snorted, then strolled out of the cafeteria under countless stunned stares, once again humming "Dango Daikazoku."
In a quiet corner, he pulled out his phone, opened the Magic Line app, and sent a message to Nao:
"Nao, it's me."
A moment later:
"Kouichi-kun? Where are you?"
"I'm at school. You?"
"School? But it's still summer vacation… What are you doing at school? And you never told me which school you go to, Kouichi-kun."
Takumi blinked.
Right—while the two worlds had time synchronization in terms of flow rate, the actual calendar was different. In the world of 'Kankin Shoujo [re:union]', it was still around 2003.
"Ah… time's a bit different here."
"Different time? Are you abroad?"
"Nope. I'm right beside you. Turn around."
He poured mana into the connection.
His body dissolved into countless cascading data symbols and vanished.
On the other side, Nao was in the middle of getting dressed, typing one-handed on her phone. When the message arrived she startled, spun around—and sure enough, there was Takumi standing right behind her.
She opened her mouth to cry out in surprise.
Takumi was faster. He pulled her into his arms and sealed her startled yelp with a deep kiss.
"Mmmph…!"
Nao's soft lips were quickly breached. Takumi's tongue chased hers aggressively, drinking in her sweet saliva. His free hand slipped under her bra, cupping the warm, soft bunny and kneading it into all sorts of shapes with his masterful Dragon Claw technique.
Nao let out pained yet strangely pleasurable whimpers—"Ahn… nn…!"—as the soft mound gradually stiffened under his attention.
"Wah…!"
Finally she pushed his face away. A glistening silver thread of saliva stretched between their lips.
Her crescent-moon-shaped red eyes glistened with watery reproach.
"So spicy… You kiss me without even rinsing your mouth first!"
Takumi hurriedly apologized. "Sorry, sorry—I just ate something spicy earlier."
His mouth said sorry, but his hand didn't stop. It simply migrated to the other peak.
Gotta keep them balanced; regular massages make them grow bigger, after all.
Nao quickly grabbed his naughty hand. "S-stop… This is my house! And how did you even get up here? My mom should be home…"
Before Takumi could answer, a middle-aged woman's voice floated up from downstairs.
"Nao-chan, Akizuki-san came to see you!"
"Huh? Marina-chan? Oh no—Kouichi, quick, hide!"
"Where?!"
"Under the bed!"
Takumi was promptly shoved beneath the bed frame.
A knock came at the door. "Kurano-san, I'm coming in~"
A girl in a red school uniform stepped inside—long brown hair, striking blue eyes.
From under the bed, Takumi caught her full reflection in the tall mirror of Nao's wardrobe.
The face felt oddly familiar.
Then Nao spoke. "Marina-chan, how come you're here?"
"Marina… Akizuki Marina!"
Takumi nearly shot upright and bashed his head on the bed frame.
No wonder she looked familiar.
Akizuki Marina—one of the heroines from the infamous eroge he'd been debating whether to enter.
'Oni Chichi I'.
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