"...I'll just turn the fire down then," Koizumi Akane muttered reluctantly. With a flick of her slender finger, the blaze consuming Professor Agasa's house immediately lost its intensity, flickering down to a low simmer.
Hayashi Shuichi didn't waste any more words on the Professor. He turned and strode quickly into the villa.
The warm air inside the house provided a sharp, welcoming contrast to the biting cold outside. Upon entering, Shuichi tossed his umbrella into the rack and flopped onto the vintage sofa in the first-floor living room.
"Alright, let's hear it. How do you want to do this?" He leaned back lazily, looking at her. "Do I need to take my pants off?"
"No need!" Akane blurted out, her face flushing as she stopped him. "I definitely don't want to see... that!"
"Then let's hurry it up," Shuichi said, glancing at the wall clock. "If the rain gets any heavier, it'll be even harder for me to get home."
"Then why aren't you sticking your butt out already?!" Akane flexed her wrists, her face twisted into a grin of pure, vengeful anticipation.
Shuichi turned around and bent over, bracing his hands against the back of the sofa.
For some reason, a sudden wave of embarrassment washed over him. He hadn't felt much of anything when they were out on the street, but now that it was just him and Akane in the house, the situation felt… incredibly awkward.
The witch took a deep breath, gathering her strength. Just as she was about to bring her palm down hard on Shuichi's backside, he suddenly straightened his waist and stood back up.
Thwack!
Akane's palm slammed uselessly into the side of the sofa.
"Hey!" she cried, stomping her foot in fury. "Are you trying to back out now?"
"No," Shuichi said, scratching his head uncomfortably. "It just feels a bit weird. Can we change the method?"
"No way!" Akane lifted her chin triumphantly, revealing two cute little canine teeth. "I'm going to spank you!"
So even a thick-skinned guy like you can get embarrassed! Since you're shy, I'm definitely going to keep going!
"...Fine, let's get it over with," Shuichi sighed, resigning himself to his fate. He bent back over; since he had made a promise, he couldn't exactly go back on his word.
Watching his upturned rear, Akane flashed a mischievous, devilish smile. She loosened up her wrist one more time and then swung her palm down with every ounce of strength she possessed.
Hayashi Shuichi, I am going to make you cry today!
Slap!
"One," Shuichi counted calmly.
Slap! Slap!
"...That's six already," Shuichi noted, his voice tinged with boredom.
Perhaps it was because she was a shut-in who relied too much on magic, but Akane's physical strength was significantly lower than that of an average girl. He honestly wondered how she even managed to swing that giant scythe of hers.
After several slaps, Shuichi didn't feel much pain at all. Instead, it was Akane who was pouting, her face scrunched up as she rubbed her reddening palm.
That damn bastard! Not only is his face thick, but his butt is hard, too!
Akane gnashed her teeth in frustration. My hand is going numb from hitting him, and he's not even reacting!
Just then, Shuichi happened to let out a yawn. Seeing this, the witch's temper flared until she was practically seeing stars. She remembered quite clearly how Shuichi had spanked her until her backside was numb and it hurt just to walk!
Unable to take it anymore, the witch began to chant under her breath.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Shuichi asked, looking back in surprise.
A giant hand made of pure mana materialized in mid-air, whistling through the wind as it lunged toward his backside. Before Shuichi could even think to dodge, the magic hand slammed squarely against him.
However, the moment it made contact, the massive hand dissolved into bubbles.
"Damn it!"
Akane looked absolutely crushed. Why did magic never work on this guy?
"Even though I didn't feel that, it still counts as one," Shuichi reminded her. "You have seven left. Also, I'll let it slide this time, but no using external objects from now on."
"No, I—"
Akane started to protest, but Shuichi cut her off.
"When I spanked you, did I use anything else?"
"But I'm weak!"
Akane pouted, looking aggrieved. Seeing that Shuichi wasn't going to budge, she bit her lip and suddenly blurted out, "Take your pants off! I'm going to make sure it hurts today!"
Since the witch had insisted, Shuichi decided to satisfy her wish. He efficiently unbuckled his belt, thinking to himself that it wasn't much different from going to the doctor for a shot. He'd had plenty of needles in his backside in his previous life; he'd just treat this the same way.
However, compared to the needles from his past life, the power of Akane's palms was pathetic.
Six more slaps landed, but Shuichi only felt a slight numbness. Beyond that, there was no sensation at all. On the other hand, Akane was panting heavily, fine beads of sweat forming on her forehead. She was so exhausted she could barely keep her balance.
"You shouldn't stay cooped up at home all day. You need to exercise more," Shuichi turned around, offering some well-meaning advice. "Look at how frail you are."
"None of your business!"
Akane's face was dark. Seeing that there was only one slap left, she took a deep breath, gathered every last bit of her strength, and lunged forward with her palm.
But at that crucial moment, her legs suddenly gave out.
The final slap missed its mark entirely. Instead, the witch went toppling forward.
"...Huh? Why does my butt feel... moist?"
Shuichi froze, turning his head in confusion. He realized that Akane had fallen, and her face was pressed directly against his bare backside.
"Uh..."
Just as Shuichi was about to move away, the front door of the villa was suddenly pushed open from the outside.
Professor Agasa stood in the doorway, coughing. "Sorry, I ran out of fire extinguishers on my end, I wanted to borrow—"
The Professor froze mid-sentence, his eyes widening as he took in the scene in the living room.
A man who had been a bachelor for thirty years could never have imagined that young people nowadays played such "intense" games. His old face instantly turned the color of beet juice.
"Sorry! My mistake for interrupting!"
Professor Agasa fled as if his life depended on it, thoughtfully closing the door behind him.
Shuichi scrambled back a step, hurriedly pulling up his pants.
The witch stood there with a frozen expression. After a long moment of silence, she finally couldn't hold it in anymore and began to wail in distress. "Waaaah! My mouth is dirty now! Waaaah!"
"What's so dirty about it?" Shuichi said, trying to comfort her. "When you have a boyfriend in the future, the things you'll eat will be much dirtier than this..."
Seeing the witch cry even harder, he quickly changed his tune. "Fine, fine! I'll give you that last one for free. It doesn't count, alright?"
"I don't want your pity!" Akane balled her fists to punch him, but she was so physically drained that she couldn't stay upright. She tumbled forward, landing directly in Shuichi's arms.
"You don't want it to count? Do you want me to kiss you back then?" Shuichi asked teasingly.
But then again, because she stayed inside all the time, the witch's skin really was quite fair and soft... Cough!
Stop thinking about that! Shuichi shook his head vigorously.
"In your dreams!"
Akane pushed him away in a fit of shame and anger. She stood up, wiping her tears.
"That was the fourteenth slap! We're even!"
The witch pointed toward the door, her voice trembling with a sob. "Now get lost!"
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