Chapter 861: Miku Izayoi, A Spirit Who Developed A Strange Reaction
"Little brother, although I don't know exactly how you managed to forge this brand-new body for us..."
Yoshinon, now fully dressed and looking entirely human, stepped away from the slumped figure of Yoshino. She approached Ren with a wide, cheeky grin.
"I still have to give you my thanks." Her smile turned teasing. "However, little brother, what you just did is basically the equivalent of seeing our dear Yoshino completely naked~"
"Hehe, I can take full responsibility for that," Ren chuckled, his tone entirely calm and unapologetic.
At those words, the supposedly unconscious Yoshino—currently being propped up by Yoshinon—visibly flushed. A deep, cherry-red hue crept up her neck and dusted her cheeks. Her eyelashes fluttered frantically. Anyone with half a brain could tell the shy Spirit was entirely awake and merely feigning unconsciousness out of sheer embarrassment.
Ren and the others, however, silently agreed to spare her the mortification and didn't expose the act.
Instead, Ren turned on his heel. His gaze locked onto Miku Izayoi, and he took a slow, deliberate step toward her.
"!!!" Miku gasped, her eyes widening in absolute alarm.
"Don't come any closer!!!" she shrieked, her voice cracking with panic.
Instantly, she drew upon the power of her Angel. Invisible waves of spiritual energy rippled through the air, carrying her voice-infused commands straight toward Ren's mind, desperately attempting to seize control of his consciousness.
Unfortunately for her, the effort was entirely futile.
She watched, her pupils shrinking in horror, as Ren simply walked through the sonic assault. The mind-altering waves washed over him like a gentle breeze, leaving him completely unaffected. He didn't even blink.
"No! I said stay away!" she cried out, stumbling backward.
Her heels clicked frantically against the floor as she retreated, step after step, until her back slammed hard against the solid wall. There was nowhere left to run.
Ren was already standing right in front of her, his towering figure casting a long shadow over her trembling frame.
"Twenty-five times," he stated flatly.
"Wh-what?" Miku stammered, her terrified features twisting into a mask of pure confusion.
A wicked grin spread across Ren's face. "You just used your ability to try and control my mind. You attacked me a total of twenty-five times."
He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a smooth, dangerous register. "As a greeting, it was certainly interesting. So, I intend to return the favor with just as much enthusiasm."
"???" Miku's brain completely short-circuited. She still hadn't processed his words.
Suddenly, the world spun.
Her vertical perspective violently shifted to horizontal. Before she could even register the movement, her feet left the ground. Ren had grabbed her, flipped her over, and slammed her face-down.
A heavy wooden chair materialized out of thin air, catching Ren as he sat down, positioning Miku perfectly across his lap.
Miku's face contorted in absolute revulsion as the bizarre reality of her situation set in. Her immediate, instinctual reaction was to violently shove herself off this filthy, disgusting man. Her severe androphobia screamed at her to feel sick, to vomit, to escape.
However.
Slap!
A crisp, sharp sound echoed through the room.
The surrounding Spirits froze, casting glances that ranged from wide-eyed shock to intense curiosity.
Miku's struggling body went entirely rigid. Her expression shattered, shifting unpredictably between disbelief and agony.
A burning, stinging pain flared up instantly.
"My... butt!" Tears instantly welled up in Miku's eyes. She craned her neck to look back, only to see Ren raising his right hand high into the air once more.
"N-no, don't..." she whimpered in terror.
"Don't? Oh, that won't do at all," Ren murmured, narrowing his eyes as a highly meaningful, predatory glint flashed within them. "I gratefully accepted every single one of your welcomes. It is only polite that you graciously accept my enthusiasm in return."
As the last word left his mouth, his palm descended.
A pig-like shriek tore from Miku's throat, echoing off the walls.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
The impacts fired off like a string of heavy firecrackers, sharp and continuous.
But Miku's pig-like shrieks did not remain continuous.
Somewhere around the tenth strike, a bizarre shift occurred. The raw pain in her voice began to melt, taking on a strangely seductive, breathy quality. Her frantic cries softened into tender, high-pitched whimpers, accompanied by rapid, heavy panting.
Then came the final strike.
When Ren's hand landed for the twenty-fifth time, a deep shudder violently wracked Miku's frame. Under the incredibly strange, unblinking gazes of everyone in the room, her body tensed like a drawn bowstring before completely melting into an unspeakable, puddle-like state of bliss.
Ren paused. He slowly raised his right hand, staring blankly at the faint, slick, transparent substance now coating his palm and fingers. He fell into deep thought.
'Have I unlocked some kind of incredible new ability?'
It took a long while for Miku's taut muscles to finally relax. Her brain was practically vibrating in her skull, entirely short-circuited.
She actually... she had actually...
A suffocating wave of despair and sheer madness threatened to consume her mind. She, a Spirit who despised men to the point of physical illness, had just been pushed over the edge by a man's bare hand.
Just as her spiritual power threatened to violently rampage out of pure shame, Honjo Nia suddenly leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with intense curiosity.
"Hey, Miku," Nia asked, tilting her head. "Have you noticed something strange?"
"..." Miku's hollow, dead eyes slowly shifted to look at Nia, but her lips refused to part.
Seeing the broken state of her fellow Spirit, Nia sighed and elaborated. "Miku, haven't you realized? You've been in incredibly close physical contact with this man for several minutes now, yet your body hasn't produced a single physiological reaction of disgust. You aren't nauseous at all."
"...???"
Miku's soul, which had practically left her body, suddenly slammed back into her physical form.
'Yes... yes, that's right...'
Normally, even looking at a man from a distance was enough to trigger severe physiological discomfort. Being touched by one would induce violent vomiting and hives.
Yet... this person...
She slowly lowered her head, looking down at Ren, whose lap she was still pressed tightly against.
Aside from the gradually cooling, lingering heat of her recent peak excitement, her body felt absolutely no discomfort whatsoever. No nausea. No panic.
Her mind raced, desperately searching for a logical explanation, before landing on the only conclusion that made sense to her broken brain.
"Are you a woman in disguise?!" Miku blurted out.
"..." Ren's expression darkened by several shades. He leaned down, whispering directly into her ear. "I am very much a man. Your belly should be able to feel the proof."
"Belly?" Miku repeated, utterly bewildered.
Nia followed Ren's implication, glancing down at Miku's midsection. The otaku Spirit immediately slapped both hands over her mouth, her eyes curving into amused crescents. "Wow~ How amazing!"
At that exact moment, Miku finally noticed the strange sensation. Her entire body was slowly, steadily moving upward. It felt exactly like riding an elevator.
But upon closer inspection, she realized her body was being lifted entirely by a single point of contact beneath her stomach.
And the thing lifting her was... an absolutely massive, rigid, level-eight pillar of pure masculine aggression.
"Eh!!!" Miku's jaw dropped, her mind instantly wiping completely blank once again.
Having made his point, Ren casually grabbed the dazed idol by the waist and deposited her onto the nearby sofa.
He then stood up to his full height.
Ignoring Nia's utterly speechless expression, he calmly reached over and wiped the slick, transparent substance from his hand directly onto the fabric of Nia's sleeve.
Nia stared at her ruined sleeve, her voice faint. "My great savior immediately marks me with another woman's scent. Does he have some kind of special, twisted fetish?"
"I have many special fetishes," Ren replied, not bothering to deny it in the slightest. Instead, he stepped closer, reaching out to seductively lift Nia's chin with his clean hand. "You are more than welcome to try them out yourself."
"Oh? Right now?" Nia's eyes lit up. Always eager for a new experience, she immediately reached for the collar of her outfit, fully prepared to unbutton her clothes right then and there in a completely carefree manner.
Yamai Kaguya immediately stepped forward, her face a mixture of confusion and exasperation as she threw her hands up to stop the madness. "What exactly are you two doing?!"
"And more, who exactly is he?!"
Hearing the question, Nia abandoned her buttons. Her naturally friendly and entirely shameless personality took over as she happily wrapped her arms around Ren's bicep, pressing her chest against him.
"Let me introduce everyone!" she announced affectionately, practically glowing. "This is Ren-kun! He is my great benefactor, the one who had Kurumi save me from that awful place."
She puffed out her chest proudly. "I hereby declare that Ren-kun will be my husband! Honjo Nia's very own husband!"
Schwing!
A sharp, metallic sword chime violently cut through the air.
Sensing the sudden, lethal drop in temperature, Nia hurriedly released Ren's arm and scrambled backward.
A massive broadsword had materialized directly between them, its tip buried in the floorboards. Holding the hilt was Yatogami Tohka.
Tohka glared at Nia, her eyes narrowing coldly. "Ren has not said he will be your husband. Do not force your delusions onto others and make things difficult for him."
Ignoring Nia's thoroughly resentful, pouting gaze, Tohka pulled her sword back and turned to look at Ren.
The coldness in her eyes melted instantly, replaced by a highly complex, soft expression. She bowed her head slightly. "It is nice to meet you. I am Yatogami Tohka. Thank you for having Kurumi help me."
"You're very welcome," Ren smiled warmly, his tone shifting to smooth charm. "In fact, if Kurumi hadn't been so wary of me, I would have come here personally to rescue you myself. A Spirit as beautiful and charming as you deserves nothing less."
Hearing herself praised so directly for her beauty, Tohka's breath hitched. A bright, furious blush exploded across her face, and she shyly lowered her head, entirely unable to meet his gaze.
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