Chapter 125: Misunderstanding
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 125: Misunderstanding
I came here just in case, but is this for real…?
He picked the wrong choice? This guy is a total lunatic.
No… I only say that because I know the truth, but in reality, it’s a plausible mistake.
By the time Chika entered, the organization—which hadn't even noticed the Government's operation—'coincidentally' led most of its members toward Zone D, keeping Akito’s group busy.
But even so, there’s no way Akito, let alone his followers, would just abandon Chika.
Naturally, as soon as communication was cut, they would try to save her. In the game, this event has two choices.
Does Akito go himself, or does he send another member?
In the game, the UI practically screams at the player with warning text saying it’s better to go personally. Unless a player specifically wants a Chika NTR scene or is trying to collect every single H-scene, most choose to have Akito go.
Since this is reality, the closest member probably came to check.
It’s likely the Samurai, who has no skills other than swinging a blade.
That iron door leading to the surface is basically a special item.
The moment it shuts, anyone who isn't proficient in detection magic won't even realize the door exists.
Maybe Akito or Shiori could find it, but there’s no way a muscle-brained Samurai who only knows his sword would manage.
“Ah, get off me.”
“But… there’s such a sweet smell coming from here…”
“I slathered on a 400-million-won item, of course it smells amazing.”
Chika looked up at me while rubbing the bulge in my pants.
Holy crap—the way she’s looking up at me pitifully, as if asking if she can have it, is way too cute.
This is the Chika. Seeing the 'Mad Dog' Chika acting all sweet and craving my dick is incredibly hot.
I want to pounce on her right now, but I can’t.
“I said no.”
When I fell silent, struggling against my own libido, Chika quietly tilted her chin up and tried to suck it through the fabric. I hurriedly blocked her.
“Hmph…”
Don’t give me that look, like a puppy who just had its treat stolen.
I want to do it too! I’m barely holding back with iron-clad patience!
If I ravish you while you’re high on drugs right now, what do you think will happen?
Akito might actually take my head off.
No matter how much my brain is currently located in my dick, it can’t override my survival instinct.
As they say, a true gentleman knows better than to let his junk lead the way. Yes, that is the path of a gentleman.
Grab!
“Excuse me…?”
“I… I want Yeon-woo…”
“No, I want you too, but we can’t—argh! Why is a drugged girl so strong?!”
Since I kept stopping her, Chika resorted to physical force.
She grabbed my ankles, tripped me, and pinned me down. Looking down at me, her eyes were overflowing with lust.
Wait… am I about to get raped?
“Hey! Your eyes are scary!”
“But Yeon-woo is being mean. Do you think I’m useless like Akito does? Do I have no value as a woman?”
“… …”
So the 'Darkening' event was still ongoing.
The drugs brought her true feelings to the surface.
Did that bastard Akito not resolve anything regarding Chika? By now, she should have met her father and the conflict should be reaching its peak.
Then what the hell has he been doing all this time?
Also, I’m currently having a serious internal debate about the end of the world, so could you please stop grinding your crotch against me?
I tried to use my strength, but Chika’s hands pinning my wrists wouldn't budge.
Even through our clothes, Chika was letting out faint moans as she rubbed her crotch against my fully erect dick.
This is great… No, that’s not it.
I flicked the coin I had been holding before Chika caught me.
With a crisp metallic ting, the coin spun through the air and landed back in my hand, triggering the magic to swap it with another item.
Clutching the round medicine bottle I had prepared in advance, I spoke urgently.
“Okay, okay! I’ll do it, I’ll do it! Just drink this first, then I’ll do it.”
“… …”
Is it not working? Her brain shouldn't be functioning well because of the drugs, but is she ignoring me because she’s already caught me?
As I watched her anxiously, Chika’s hand moved like a flash, snatching the bottle and chugging it down.
You’re not even going to ask what it is before taking the whole shot?
After drinking it down like a total badass, Chika wiped the stray liquid with the back of her hand and tossed the empty bottle behind her.
“Now, let’s do it a lot.”
I usually like heart-eyes, but not this time.
Having turned into a predator, Chika looked at me like a delicious meal and started stripping off her clothes.
“No, no. Let’s take it slow, nice and slow. Mood is important, you kno—”
As she threw off her top, her luscious breasts bounced. Chika immediately leaned down and kissed me.
Chuu— Slurp, mmmph…
An unrefined but passionate tongue forced its way in and hooked around mine.
It was a kiss of pure, unadulterated heat, devoid of any dignity.
“Haa, I love it, I love it so much— slurp, smack, haa…”
Even as her saliva smeared across my face, the mindless Chika didn't care, frantically sucking on my tongue and lips.
“… …”
However, the tongue that had been roughly exploring my mouth gradually grew sluggish before stopping altogether.
I pushed the limp Chika off me and stood up.
It was the natural result of downing a whole bottle of a sedative strong enough to knock out a gorilla.
Chika looked adorable, sleeping peacefully with her beautiful breasts exposed.
“Get some sleep. Once you wake up and do a few 'cringe kicks' at your blankets, you’ll calm down.”
Even if her reason was paralyzed, would the memories… stay? Unlike alcohol? I wouldn't know, since I've never done drugs.
Wiping the spit off my face, I gathered the clothes Chika had tossed aside and dressed her again.
Since it’d be a waste not to, I gave her breast one little squeeze.
“Haa-ahhh…”
Even in her sleep, she must still feel pleasure, because when I pinched her perky pink nipple, Chika’s body shuddered as she reached a climax.
What kind of drugs are those Bluebird bastards making?
Isn't this basically an 'I Win' button against female characters?
But there’s no way this would work on a combat mage.
This isn't some medieval fantasy; in this world armed with science and logic, mages always keep protective spells active around their bodies.
Among those are purification spells to guard against poison or curses. Unless their skill level is pathetic, they wouldn't fall for drugs like this.
So why the hell did you fall for it?
I looked down pityingly at Chika, who flinched at my touch even while unconscious as I dressed her.
Well—it’s probably not your fault. It’s likely some kind of forced plot point for the event.
After finishing dressing her, I looked around at the mess Chika had made.
Just in case, should I keep one of these drugs?
I tossed a coin and sent one of the fallen drug packets into my storage.
To think August says he has no talent when he has such amazing magic. He’s far too humble.
Anyway, I guess I managed to stop Chika from being raped by some random thugs.
I’m glad I asked Lynette to let me join the operation.
Even though we only met after several months because of Randall’s interference, she treated me kindly and even granted this unreasonable request.
This is why networking is so important.
By the way, is it about time to leave?
That stupid Samurai probably couldn't find the entrance and went back, and by now, an anxious Akito—unable to find Chika—must have wiped out the organization.
Akito might even burst through that door any second.
Shring—
As if on cue, several thin lines appeared on the iron door along with a chilling sound.
“Chika!!”
Along with the fragments of the iron door falling like rain, Akito and his followers dropped into the basement.
“Yo.”
The followers flinched the moment they saw my face, and Akito looked surprised for a second before his eyes landed on Chika, who was collapsed beside me.
… Uh-oh.
Excuse me? I think there’s been a misunderstanding?
Shiori and the Samurai’s eyes turned murderous as they leveled their weapons at me.
“You villain, you’ve finally shown your true colors.”
“I knew you were a despicable man, but you’ve fallen to the absolute bottom.”
“… …”
Even if Lynette kept my involvement in the operation a secret, aren't we all part of Yggdrasil?
Do you guys have no sense of belonging or camaraderie? To the point where you immediately assume I’m a Bluebird member?
And Akito, you usually act all sweet on me like a total gay, so why aren't you saying anything now? Do you suspect me too?
I swear, that guy’s brain is definitely in his dick.
Whenever a woman is involved, he tosses his intelligence somewhere and becomes a moron.
Akito’s gaze wouldn't move from the defenselessly sleeping Chika.
Uh… did I dress her too sloppily?
Now that I look at her, her clothes do look pretty disheveled.
“Get your hands off Chika-oneesama!”
“Freeze. Move any further and I’ll attack.”
“I knew that bastard would pull something like this.”
'Knew it' my ass. I can understand Shiori and the Samurai, but hearing Emma say that is actually pissing me off.
When I reached out toward Chika to straighten her collar, the followers had a collective fit, looking at me with pure disgust.
If Angelica were here, she would have defended me, but given her combat style, there’s no way she’d come to a cramped place like this, so she wasn't here.
It looks like Ailee was assigned to guard Angelica as well.
Aside from Angelica, Ailee is the only one who doesn't pick fights with me for no reason.
“Can you explain this?”
Akito asked me in a voice that was unusually low and heavy.
Seeing his frozen expression and tense shoulders, he was definitely intimidating.
So this is what the enemies fighting Akito have to face.
I stared at him for a moment before pulling a stick from my sleeve.
In that instant, Shiori stepped back and prepared a spell, while the Samurai and Emma stepped forward.
“Don’t be so jumpy.”
Their reaction speed in preparing for battle was impressive, but I had no intention of fighting.
I rolled the stick across the floor toward Akito and put both hands behind my head.
If I turned around and laid face down, it’d be a classic American-style arrest pose.
As I actively showed my lack of hostile intent, Akito asked again.
“Are you really not going to give me any explanation?”
“What kind of explanation do you want when you already see me as an enemy? Would you even believe what an enemy says?”
“There’s no way I’d—”
“No way? Even with that look on your face?”
Only then did Akito realize his own expression and look flustered. I continued.
“I won’t resist, so once communications are restored, contact Ms. Lynette and tell her I’m here.”
“… …”
“If you’re going to arrest me, do it quickly. That’ll put your minds at ease, won't it? Also, Chika inhaled some drugs, so get her treated immediately.”
“You saved Chika… and I didn't even realize…”
As Akito reverted to his 'gay' self and tried to approach me with a tearful expression, Shiori stopped him.
“No, Brother. It’s better to do as that man says for now.”
“Shiori.”
“He’s someone not mentioned in the mission data we received. Honestly, I hate to admit I’m thinking the same thing as him, but if we follow protocol, he’s right. We must detain him until we can contact headquarters.”
I guess this is the fate of a secret agent.
Since I have to hide my identity from both friend and foe, in a situation like this, it’s best to just be quietly arrested instead of blabbering about being a high-ranking official or a secret agent.
That said, I’m just mimicking what I’ve seen in movies, so I don’t actually know if this is the right way to handle it.
I just did it because it looked cool and composed.
Soon, once they get a call from Lynette, the big boss of this operation, Shiori will lose that sour look and I’ll make a cool exit.
Seeing even Shiori agree, I must have handled this correctly.
* * *
Chika, lying in a hospital bed, quietly opened her eyes.
Staring at an unfamiliar ceiling, Chika—whose mind was still hazy—blinked a few times.
Silence filled the room, and her blurred memories slowly began to sharpen.
‘Why am I lying in a hospital room? I went out on a mission…’
The white dust from the drug packet that exploded near her face… her body becoming unbearably hot, and the pleasure that surged at even the slightest touch… and the baseball bat…
“I… I want Yeon-woo…”
Chika’s face turned beet red as she remembered the words she had babbled while pinned on top of Yeon-woo.
“KYAAAAAAAHH—!!”
Akito, who was outside the room, burst through the door in a panic when he heard Chika’s scream.
What met his eyes was Chika, buried under the blankets, kicking her legs frantically.
“Chika! What’s wrong?! Are you okay?!”
“Huh? A-Akito…?”
“Yeah, it’s me. Are you awake?”
Finding the person she least wanted to see right now standing before her, Chika pulled the covers over her head and clutched her hair.
Mistaking this for a side effect of the drugs, Akito hurriedly called for a doctor, and the room became chaotic.
Shiori and Kurumi also rushed in, worriedly asking what had happened, but Chika couldn't bring herself to talk about what happened with Yeon-woo.
She felt as if the sensation of rubbing her crotch against his body was still there, and the memory of kissing him wildly made her feel like she was going to die of embarrassment.
Unfortunately, Chika’s silence led to a misunderstanding among the others.
‘Just what on earth happened…’
Yeon-woo had been released without issue after Lynette verified his identity.
However, looking at Chika’s reaction, something had clearly happened.
Suspicion toward Yeon-woo began to grow in the hearts of the others, and even in a corner of Akito’s mind, a small seed of doubt took root.