Her entire body was tense—if she hadn't covered her mouth with her hand, she would've screamed long ago.
Thankfully, Tanaka Masao's hand only pinched the soft flesh at her waist once. Only then did Jahy let out a breath of relief.
[Damn you, Masao… one day I'll chop your hand off.]
Jahy knew that her actions couldn't be exposed right now. If she got found out, it would be over.
For the great revival of the Demon Realm, Jahy-sama chose to endure.
[Ding, Corruption Value +10]
Hearing the system notification, Tanaka Masao was extremely pleased.
[Oh ho—thanks for the tip, Jahy-sama. In that case, feel free to tip a little more.]
Tanaka Masao didn't rush things. Only after Jahy's body relaxed again did his fingers lightly scratch her waist once more.
Jahy, who had just relaxed, was suddenly attacked again, her body instantly tensing up.
[Endure, Jahy. Hold it in. You can't lose now.]
[Ding, Corruption Value +10]
Tanaka Masao pinched her a few more times. When he felt she was about to explode, he finally withdrew his hand and rolled over, turning his back to her.
Seeing Tanaka Masao's back, Jahy's body completely went limp.
She slumped against the edge of the bed, breathing heavily, tears already welling up at the corners of her eyes.
Jahy glared at Tanaka Masao with pure resentment, grinding her teeth.
[You bastard… how dare you treat me like this. Once I recover my power, I'll make you my slave for life—whipping you ten times a day—no, a hundred times!]
While plotting her revenge, Jahy failed to notice Tanaka Masao shifting slightly.
The blanket that had been covering his waist slid down a little more.
A gust of gas blew straight into Jahy's face.
A fart. It was a fart.
Tanaka Masao had let out an extremely pungent one.
Jahy, who had been breathing heavily, instantly changed expression.
She grabbed her own throat, looking like she was on the verge of death.
Stench. Suffocation. Pain. Rage. Humiliation…
The double torment of body and mind made Jahy completely snap.
"You bastard—go die!"
Unable to endure the grievance any longer, Jahy exploded. She grabbed Tanaka Masao's pillow and smashed it down over his head.
"Ugh—mmph—!"
With his head covered, Tanaka Masao instinctively struggled.
"I… can't breathe…"
After struggling a couple of times, Tanaka Masao stopped moving.
Not because he was dead—but because he realized his breathing didn't seem to be affected at all.
"I can still breathe?"
Tanaka Masao quickly noticed that Jahy's strength was way too weak to pose any threat to his life.
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Jahy panted heavily. By now, much of her anger had dissipated, and she gradually regained her composure.
Seeing Tanaka Masao lying completely still, she released the pillow.
"Hey… are you dead?"
When Tanaka Masao didn't respond, Jahy started to panic.
"Hmph, good riddance if you are. Drop your loot for me."
Despite her words, she still reached out to check his breathing.
Just as her fingers reached Tanaka Masao's nose, he—still pretending to be asleep—decided to mess with her.
He forcefully blew out a breath through his nose.
Everyone knows that when someone suddenly blows air on your finger with their nose, it feels gross.
After all, noses have mucus and stuff inside—hardly the cleanest place.
"Damn it—so gross!"
As if she'd touched something horrifying, Jahy jerked her hand back.
She felt like her entire hand was contaminated.
To stop Tanaka Masao from pulling something like that again, she jumped off the bed in one swift motion.
Then she kicked Tanaka Masao hard in the butt.
"You bastard! Pervert! Go die!"
Tanaka Masao also sat up, looking displeased.
"I'll admit to those—but shouldn't you explain first why you were in my room?"
"Uh…"
Jahy, who had been all fired up just moments ago, instantly lost her swagger and started stammering.
"I don't know what you're talking about. All I know is that you tickled me and let out a super disgusting fart in my face."
"So this is all your fault."
Jahy chose to dodge the issue entirely, ignoring her own wrongdoing and dumping all the blame onto Tanaka Masao.
Faced with her unreasonable behavior, Tanaka Masao finally snapped.
"You damn female imp, I've put up with you long enough. Looks like I need to give you a lesson you'll never forget."
"What are you planning to do?!"
Sensing danger, Jahy tried to retreat.
But it was already too late.
The armor core in Tanaka Masao's chest began to glow.
"Didn't you want my armor? Fine—I'll give it to you."
Countless nanites surged out, rapidly covering Jahy's body and locking her firmly in place.
At the same time, his palm came down hard on her—again and again.
...
A short while later, Jahy staggered out of Tanaka Masao's room, limping badly.
Her eyes were watery, her teeth clenched tightly into her lip, using every ounce of strength to keep herself from crying.
Her voice was already trembling.
"Damn you, Tanaka… how dare you hit my butt. I've never suffered such humiliation in all my years."
"Today's disgrace—I'll repay it tenfold someday."
Jahy showed no sign of sinking into despair over her defeat. She clenched her fists and tried to psych herself up.
But that very motion tugged at her sore backside, making her bare her teeth in pain again.
Struggling back to her room, Jahy had no choice but to sleep face-down on her bed to avoid touching the abused area.
Today's result: Jahy-sama's defeat.
But Jahy-sama will not give up so easily.
For the revival of the Demon Realm—stay strong, Jahy-sama.