Chapter 90: Showoff!!

I couldn’t be certain of Nami’s innermost thoughts.

But when I saw her smiling face inside the dungeon...

Ultimately, what she needed might have been a friend and companion who would stand by her even if she had a penchant for exhibitionism.

Even if those words sounded overly poetic.

I was the one who ended her ordeal by violating her and taking the position of her master.

Inevitably, there was responsibility I needed to bear.

For now...

The bikini would be confiscated.

"Living in a state of powerlessness, only able to watch one’s own body crumble... can be considered a fitting end for a villain."

"Then I’ll take Nami with me. I’m a Fleshlight Collector, so there are things I wish to study as well."

Since I was already using Nami as a personal weapon,

I needed to lay the groundwork for any future interactions.

"Understood. Anything else?"

"Nothing. I’d like many stamps again today."

"It won’t be easy, you know?"

"But I’ve changed, haven’t I?"

The chairman immediately threw me.

"Ugh!"

I crumpled to the floor, rolling in pain.

I was so shocked I couldn’t even brace for the fall.

[You have learned from Liliana.]

Your combat skill level has increased.

...

"You’ve truly improved. I didn’t expect you to react like that."

"You’re not being sarcastic, are you?"

"No. I’m genuinely surprised. When did your stats increase like that?"

"I negotiated with a demonic merchant."

Ugh...

The injury I took in the dungeon today was screaming in pain.

I felt dizzy.

"Ren Asahi? Ren Asahi!"

Having further aggravated the wound, I promptly passed out.

When I opened my eyes, I was in the infirmary.

The familiar scent of disinfectant that always hung in hospitals tickled my nose.

"...Mmm..."

"Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?"

"Ah... I thought I was fine."

Now that I thought about it...

The saint from the other world had healed far worse injuries for me before, so I assumed it was best to just leave it alone.

Perhaps she had been busy tending to someone else; the healing magic never appeared this time.

"...Sigh."

Liliana, the student council president, sat beside me and exhaled in relief.

Liliana was worried about me.

A great deal seemed to have changed.

"Worrying me like this..."

"..."

"No training today. Rest."

"What about activities? I still need to collect stamps."

"I said rest. Now."

"Y-yes..."

Liliana watched over my sickbed.

...It was an odd sensation.

"I’ve taken the necessary measures. You’ll feel better after a few hours of rest and an infusion."

Ugh.

No wonder my wrist felt slightly off, there was an IV needle in it.

Suddenly I felt rather constrained.

"I’ll count this as class time, so don’t fret."

"You’re doing quite well in various aspects."

Was it because I was her protege?

Or was Liliana also interested in me?

Our eyes met briefly, but I couldn’t read any emotion in those lake-blue irises.

"You’re no longer the academy’s disgrace... You’re not the Ren Asahi of old."

"The hero of justice, Fleshlight Man."

"Also, this week you became a squad member ranked in the top ten of the second year."

"Oh, you saw that?"

"I saw. You worked hard."

So I really was more than a protege.

We had eaten and drunk together, yet our relationship hadn’t progressed any further. It felt strange.

’Should I test it?’

"Please give me some water, Chairman."

"Do you not have legs?"

"I still feel a bit dizzy."

Liliana let out a deep sigh before handing me the cup.

"Drink."

"Gulp... gulp..."

Ah, that felt good. The chairman who used to be so cold was taking care of me now.

"Thank you."

"Now lie down and rest."

Liliana removed her coat and sat in the chair. Oh my... her riding attire seemed to be missing something near the armpit.

Catching a glimpse of her exposed side breast, I felt my cock begin to harden. Actually, it was already halfway there. I observed the profile of the student council president as she coolly read her book.

She was beautiful. In fighter mode she had a cool, sharp aura. Now, with her straight hair flowing freely and that aristocratic air, she was perfect.

"What else?"

Our eyes met, as if she sensed my gaze. Her furrowed brows looked annoyed and somehow even more attractive.

"I need to go to the bathroom."

"Go and come back."

"Please help me up."

"Are you a baby?"

"Ugh... it hurts where the student council president threw me."

Liliana closed her book with a slightly irritated motion and supported me.

Oh...

I liked the light press of her chest against mine.

"..."

I’ll take care of things on my own for a day.

After washing my hands, the president supported me again.

While lying back on the bed...

I felt like I was going crazy from the delightful scent coming off her.

"It smells like flowers."

"There are no flowers here. We’re in the infirmary."

"It’s coming from you, Liliana."

"..."

Startled, she backed away as if pushing me off.

"Don’t go smelling things."

"It’s a lovely scent. Is it perfume?"

Liliana didn’t answer.

I should stop teasing her. If I pushed any further I’d be in trouble.

’Yawn...’

I closed my eyes for a moment.

I fell asleep, and when I woke up...

My cock was fully erect with no resistance.

’...Why is this happening?’

There was no apparent reason for the erection.

In truth, simply being in the same space as Liliana carried a constant risk of arousal.

Experiencing involuntary physical changes like this was somewhat embarrassing.

"What are you doing?"

"It’s a physiological phenomenon."

For a brief moment I entertained a fantasy.

The fantasy of Liliana taking care of me with her hand.

"I’ll take care of you, so just stay still. This is a necessary action."

"Hmph. You’ve gotten so hard... Was my feminine scent that enticing? Answer me."

Ah, yes...

It suited the situation perfectly!

"It’s unbelievable. You get erect every eight minutes even while sleeping."

"Is that a sign of good health?"

"The male body is just as inefficient as the female body."

"But you were watching it the whole time? While timing it?"

"..."

Liliana looked taken aback.

"Are you curious about the male body?"

"Any further questions will be considered sexual harassment."

"..."

She had been observing my erect cock the entire time!

However, asking for something like "please give me a handjob" would definitely cross the line.

"I did an excellent job. I wish I could receive a stamp. What a pity."

"There’s no stamp for someone who simply lies down with an erection."

"..."

How lewd.

Why did it feel so provocative when I had no intention of making it so?

"Since you seem needlessly healthy, you may leave now."

"Ugh! My shoulders!"

"You injured your back. Be prepared, I’ll properly massage it tomorrow."

"..."

"What’s your answer?"

"Yes!"

The chairman straightened her back, retrieved her folded coat, and draped it over herself.

"When I call for you next time, I won’t accept you arriving injured."

"Yes."

Liliana left the infirmary.

Feeling more relaxed, I turned on my smartphone out of boredom while finishing the IV drip.

’Ah, that’s right.’

I had earned money.

I needed to transfer some to my younger sister. This time I’d send it before I forgot.

’Who manages the household money?’

Was it Yuna?

Even if I gave it to Yuna, it would be better to go through Cleo.

Simply because I wanted to show off.

They would be surprised, wouldn’t they?

[Ren Asahi]

Ren Asahi has transferred 300,000 coins.

As expected, her reaction was pure shock.

[Cleo]

Brother?? What is this? You have to be joking!

[Ren Asahi]

It’s real money.

[Cleo]

???

A wave of guilt hit me.

I should have transferred the money much sooner. When I first made the big score, I had been too busy looking after my girls and completely forgot about the younger sisters who actually deserved my care.

I’m sorry, little sister.

Having been an only child for so long, I still made mistakes like this.

I turned the phone off for a moment and lay back down.

Ten minutes later the infirmary door burst open.

"Brother!"

"Whoa, you scared me!"

Cleo slammed the door shut and yanked the privacy curtain aside.

"What happened? Did you sell your organs or something? Why would you do that?! Why?! I already told you I’d earn the money and support both of us!"

"..."

No...

Why was her first assumption that I sold organs?

Sure, a D-class brother suddenly dropping three hundred thousand coins into the family account was surprising, but...

Couldn’t she at least consider that I earned it myself?

Was that really so impossible?

I had never shown Cleo the process of making or selling a Fleshlight.

"Where? What did you sell? A kidney? Your liver? Don’t tell me it was an eyeball?!

Why would you do something that stupid?! Idiot! You absolute idiot of an older brother!"

I pulled her into a one-armed hug while she was still out of breath from scolding me.

"Older brother...?"

"I just got a little banged up in the dungeon. I didn’t sell any organs."

"Really...?"

Relief flooded her eyes.

"How did you get hurt?"

"I was working hard trying to make money."

"Idiot... Don’t push yourself like that. Just live off me instead! If my older brother dies I won’t be able to handle it."

"As the older brother I can’t just freeload off my little sister’s hard work."

*Pat, pat.*

She finally started to calm down.