Chapter 34: I Won’t Forgive You! I Absolutely Won’t Forgive You!
Kazuma and Sakura Hakanai returned to Ivy.
Kazuma, who had been looking grumpy, cheered up once he got home, his steps becoming a little lighter.
As he passed through the entryway, Honoka was there waiting with open arms.
“Welcome home, Kazuma.”
“Okaatama!”
Not expecting such a welcome, Kazuma kicked off his shoes, rushed forward, and leaped into Honoka’s arms.
Honoka hugged Kazuma tightly as he jumped at her, but it was a devil’s embrace.
“O-Okaatama…? My back… I think I hear it creaking…”
Feeling an extraordinary force from the arms around his back, Kazuma timidly asked Honoka.
“Kazuma. I told you you’d get a lecture when you got back, didn’t I?”
“…I, I fowgot.”
“Prepare yourself.”
“F-Fowgive me…”
“Hmph!”
“Koppepan!!!”
Kazuma’s spine was shattered by a clean Saba Ori.
Honoka laid Kazuma, who was limp as if he had drawn his last breath, on the hallway floor.
Honoka then spoke to Sakura Hakanai, who was dumbfounded by the scene before her.
“Dinner is ready.”
“Ah, yes…”
Sakura Hakanai, bewildered by Honoka’s usual demeanor, stepped over Kazuma’s “corpse” and headed to the dining room.
In the dining room, the children sheltered at Ivy were having dinner, creating a lively and harmonious atmosphere.
Among them, two seats were empty. Sakura Hakanai guessed they were for her and Kazuma, and quickly moved to sit down, trying to avoid being caught by the children.
“It’s so peaceful here~”
“Yeah, it is.”
As Sakura Hakanai ate dinner while watching the children’s cheerful gathering and muttering to herself, Kazuma had, at some point, sat down in the seat next to her.
He had been completely taken down by Honoka’s Saba Ori just moments ago, yet he was now eating dinner, looking fully recovered.
“Same as ever, what terrifying regenerative ability you have.”
“As long as it’s not instant death, I won’t die.”
“Instant death means something like having your head blown off, right?”
“Yeah. If my head is crushed, I can’t regenerate. That’s why I protect my head with top priority.”
“But, will you really die then? Knowing you, don’t you have other insurance?”
“You’re a sharp one, aren’t you? I do have something, as a matter of fact, but since it’s directly tied to my life, I can’t go into detail.”
“Hmm…”
Though curious, Sakura Hakanai decided that prying wouldn’t help her understand, so she cut the conversation short.
“That’s surprising. I thought you’d be more interested.”
“Well, you’re probably hiding it with magic, right? If so, there’s no point in prying. Someone like me, who can’t use magic at all, wouldn’t be able to understand it anyway.”
“A wise decision indeed.”
“Besides, I’ve already given up on trying to do anything to you. No matter what tricks I try to use to ensnare you, you’d just crush them head-on, wouldn’t you?”
“What’s with you? Suddenly saying something so mellowed out. Did you hit your head?”
“I’m just exasperated by your unreasonableness.”
“From my perspective, you with your Brainwashing ability are pretty unreasonable too.”
“Anyone other than you would probably think so~”
Kazuma, who possessed the power of magic—a force that modern science couldn’t prove or replicate. And Sakura Hakanai, who could Brainwash someone almost just by meeting their eyes.
They both thought of each other as troublesome, but from the general public’s point of view, both were quite a handful. They were existences one would absolutely not want to make an enemy of.
“Don’t have dangerous conversations during meals.”
“”Yes. We’re sorry.””
Since they were eating with the children, the two, who had been having a dangerous conversation, received a fist to the head from Honoka.
“What will you do if the children pick up strange ideas!”
Sakura Hakanai was forgiven after just one, but Kazuma, having many prior offenses, received a second blow.
“Aguh… Why do I get hit twice?”
“It’s because you didn’t seem repentant enough, obviously.”
“I am reflecting more deeply than the sea, Maman!”
Honoka mercilessly delivered a third fist to Kazuma’s head in response to his flimsy remark, which sounded like nothing but a lie.
“Hmph!”
“Hogehh!”
The third blow was even more intense than the second, and Kazuma’s face was slammed onto the table.
At that moment, the children deftly moved the plate that had been in front of Kazuma.
It was a truly well-trained movement, clear evidence that Kazuma had suffered a similar fate many times before.
“You have a good bad example nearby, don’t you~”
The children sheltered at Ivy, educated by Honoka and the facility’s staff, were all growing up to be good kids.
The educational policy aimed to help them become respectable adults, teaching them everything from general housework to sewing and even Sunday carpentry, so the children could do most things.
At the forefront of the mischievous ones was Kazuma, among others, but thanks to Honoka’s upbringing, they were disciplined and growing into decent, if not exactly exemplary, individuals.
However, Kazuma was still treated as a problem child, and Honoka often had her hands full with him. But, just as there’s a saying, “The dumber the child, the cuter they are,” Honoka loved Kazuma. As a son, of course.
After receiving the third blow, Kazuma, perhaps finally repentant, quietly finished his meal, helped with the cleanup, and quickly took a bath.
Refreshed, Kazuma was reflecting on the day’s events and about to go to sleep when there was a knock on his room door.
“Is now a good time?”
“Make it tomorrow.”
“So it’s fine, then. Excuse me~”
Paying no heed to Kazuma’s reply, Sakura Hakanai, who had knocked, entered the room without any reservation.
“Hey, don’t just come in without permission.”
Saying so, Kazuma threw a cushion he had at hand at Sakura Hakanai.
Sakura Hakanai caught the cushion flying at her face and used it as a makeshift seat, sitting down.
“Now, now, it’s fine, isn’t it? It’s us, after all.”
“Whatever you say. So, what do you want?”
“I just came for a little chat.”
“Then show some consideration and bring some tea or something.”
“Eh~ Is that necessary?”
“It’s not like it would hurt to have some, right?”
“Well then, will hot milk do?”
Reluctantly, Sakura Hakanai stood up, intending to fetch some drinks as Kazuma had said.
“No, it’s too late now. I don’t really need it.”
“What’s that supposed to mean~? I’m already up, so I’ll get it anyway.”
Sakura Hakanai was exasperated by Kazuma’s troublesome way of speaking, but since she was already standing, she left the room to get drinks.
A short while after Sakura Hakanai left the room, she reappeared holding two cups.
“Mm. Good work.”
Kazuma took the cup of piping hot milk from Sakura Hakanai and nodded with satisfaction.
As Kazuma drank the hot milk, cooling it to avoid burning himself, Sakura Hakanai’s lips twisted into a mischievous grin.
“That’s my breast milk, you know.”
“Bufoh!?”
Because Sakura Hakanai suddenly said such a thing, the hot milk went down the wrong pipe for Kazuma, and he choked violently.
“Cough, cough! Y-You, what in the world are you saying all of a sudden!”
“How is it? The taste of my breast milk?”
“How is it, you ask……… Wait, really?”
Sadly, Kazuma was an innocent, pure virgin.
Despite having faced death multiple times in the past due to honey traps, he was a tragic man who had always been poisoned or otherwise thwarted before consummation, never managing to go all the way.
Naturally, he had no way of knowing the taste of breast milk, and he asked Sakura Hakanai with pure eyes.
Finding his reaction unbearably funny, Sakura Hakanai clutched her stomach and burst out laughing.
“Of course, it’s a joke! Ahahahaha!”
Sakura Hakanai was clutching her stomach, roaring with laughter.
Then, she suddenly noticed something strange.
It was eerily quiet.
Kazuma, who had been tricked, hadn’t said a single word.
Thinking this might be bad, Sakura Hakanai lifted her face. There stood a virgin (Kazuma), his eyes filled with sorrow and burning with rage.
“…………You… toyed with my pure heart!”
“It was just a little joke, a joke! I didn’t mean any harm, okay? So, please? Don’t be so angry…”
“You have angered me…”
“I-I’ll take your virginity, so please forgive me…”
“You trampled on my pure heart!!!”
Kazuma, so angry he looked like he might cry tears of blood, took a step forward.
Sakura Hakanai instinctively sensed that her life would be in danger if she didn’t flee, but she was already within Kazuma’s range.
There was no escape, and even if she resisted, she had no chance of winning.
In that case, there was only one thing to do: Dogeza.
“I’m sorry. That joke really went too far.”
Faced with such a heartfelt and sincere apology, Kazuma had no choice but to back down.
If this had been a honey trap assassination, he would have beheaded her without a second thought, but as she said, it was a mischievous joke.
From Kazuma’s perspective, it was a tasteless joke, but not something worth killing her over.
“…Don’t let there be a next time!”
“Want to grope my boobs as an apology?”
“Just so you know, I have groped boobs before.”
Although he hadn’t been able to go all the way, he had at least touched breasts before.
After all, for a simple guy like Kazuma, letting him touch breasts was an effective way to spring a Honey Trap.
“Oh, is that so? That’s surprising.”
“Hmph!”
“You’re acting all proud, but you’re still a virgin in the end, aren’t you?”
“If you say that, it’s all over for me…”
Even after that, they continued their trivial conversation. As the night deepened and Sakura Hakanai left the room, Kazuma also went to bed.
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