74. Loser Calculator Alphapago
With a single flick of Lion's hand, the thing that had been standing at stiff attention went completely limp. As its size shrank, the sticky coating on the surface turned into droplets that trickled down my thighs. With the erection fading, the pent-up pleasure drained away like water from a punctured balloon. The raging lust and desire boiling in my head cooled off in an instant, and I felt something damp in my panties. Lion's pussy juices she'd shot inside my underwear. She'd literally treated my dick like a toy, rubbing it wildly against her clit until it squirted out like piss, soaking my panties before slipping them back on me.
"Ugh... nngh... guh..."
The panties, soaked with Lion's sticky fluids, clung to my skin. As the unfulfilled pleasure faded, my head cleared up.
"What the... loser... what the hell is this..."
What the heck am I doing right now? There'd never been a moment this humiliating in this Tyrano-sama's entire life. Not once! Getting jumped by that loser cat and loser magical girl, pinned under their asses, and spurting out cum? Honestly, I never thought much of it. There aren't many women who could hold back seeing this Tyrano-sama's beautiful looks. So I generously forgave them with my vast magnanimity. Sure, plenty of rough stuff happened, but Tyrano-sama overlooked it all with magnanimity broader than a ditch. But this... this was a brand-new feeling I'd never experienced before. Getting my pants yanked off in a library guarded by someone I know, cornered and crushed under Lion's body, my head stuffed inside her tank top like a kid getting smothered by her tits, shaking my hips to her rhythm. And the most humiliating part? After all that, I begged her to let me rub against her—not even her pussy, just her thigh—and cum, and she rejected me. This Tyrano-sama, rejected. I threw away all pride, begged her to please put it in her pussy, just once, let Tyrano-dick eat some pussy, and she still said no!
"Ugh... grr... waaah..."
My vision blurred. The edges of the floor tiles smeared and crumbled. Tears plopped from my eyes.
"Loser... loser cat... sniff... you damn cat..."
Why am I crying?
"W-wait, you're crying? Oh crap, what do I do? Sorry, Tyrano. I went too far with the teasing."
Lion, all dressed neat and tidy like nothing happened. Seeing her prim and proper while my hair was still a total mess made something surge up in my chest compared to her.
"Sorry, Tyrano. Sorry. I got carried away by the mood and crossed the line. My bad."
She dropped to her knees with a worried look. Ah, I get it now. Seeing that face, I knew. This feeling welling up from deep inside... this touching yet sorrowful sensation... this must be ------「murderous intent」!
"Die, loser cat! Die! I'll bury you in a shady spot!"
Take this, ultimate Tyrano doorbell poke! I jabbed two fingers at the loser cat's face! It hurts, right?!
"Gyaaaah!"
The loser cat toppled backward from this Tyrano-sama's eyeball attack. The squishy sensation at my fingertips. Like poking a soft, squelchy shoe. Not cold, not heavy, hasn't been long, but punishing this naughty loser cat anyway lifted my mood.
"Now's my chance!"
While the loser cat was down, this was my shot! Moving like lightning-breathing exercise, Tyrano-sama mounted her in a full mount position.
"Die, loser cat! Hyaah!! Tyrano punch! Tyrano punch! Tyrano kick! Fake a kick then Tyrano punch! Tyrano knuckle flick! Pretend knuckle flick then pretend flick into a punch!"
"Ow! It hurts! Wait, you hit bone! Bone! You hit bone! Hitting bone is cheating! Hey! Stop! Stop the violence!"
I unleashed merciless violence on the fallen Lion without a shred of hesitation, mercy, or pity. Even if the loser cat screamed about hitting bone, it didn't matter. Beating someone who got hit on the bone is embarrassing and cowardly. But the rage inside me ignored crap like the Geneva Conventions or whatever. Right now, I was as brutal as an insomniac woken from sweet sleep by four mosquitoes at dawn (local top beauty, 20, virgin), colder than Bibibig frozen in the freezer corner for three years. Tyrano Rider fueled by fury! Under my brutal beating, the loser cat's neat outfit got messed up again, red marks all over her body.
"Guh, that really hurts. I surrendered, but you keep hitting? Where's that fair in the world?"
"Right here, loser♥ Tyrano rules outrank your pathetic national rules by a mile♥"
I gave her plenty of knuckle flicks and random snaps, and that vented most of Tyrano-sama's frustration. I poked the forehead of the pathetically sprawled loser Lion like a dead frog.
"Pfft♥ Tricking a loser cat is easier than lying down for iced Americano♥ All loser bitches are weak to tears♥ Shed a few drops and they all fall for it♥ Sooo easy, seriously♥ Too easy to free-load, that's the problem♥ Hehe♥"
Pathetic loser cat♥
"Sniff... yeah, seeing you like that is kinda better. At least you're not crying anymore."
The loser cat patted my head with a relieved look.
"Don't pat my head with those filthy hands that rolled on the floor?"
I pinched the back of her hand hard for being cheeky.
"Ow!"
"Loser cat screams are total loser too♥ Ow? What's ow♥ Why not just go 'waaah'♥"
I teased the loser cat plenty and felt satisfied. Time to head out.
"Hey... what're you losers doing?"
Suddenly, a third voice—not mine or the loser cat's. I looked up, and there was Alphapago, who should be at the library counter, standing awkwardly with a sopping wet mop.
Like a fresh newbie employee or new recruit soldier who knows they gotta do something but is too chicken, clutching that random mop tight.
"Alphapago? What're you doing here?!"
"The detector picked up a weird smell."
Alphapago pointed, and on the ceiling was a pig-nose-shaped smell sensor. No way... did it detect the pussy juice Lion spilled on the floor...?
Lion's face fell with realization, same as mine.
"Ah, haaaaa..."
Yeah, even I think it's embarrassing. Teasing someone smaller than me in the library, squirting pussy juice everywhere, then getting caught by the librarian coming to clean.
"Can't have weird smells on the books, and it's for detecting fires first, but the alarm went off from a strange smell. Thought maybe something spilled, so I grabbed the mop... but to see this scene...!"
This scene? How much did they see? No way... everything? Me buried in the loser cat's chest, rubbing my dick sloppily on her soft thigh, begging to please let me put it in her pussy while shaking my hips? They saw all that shameful stuff?
My eyes met the loser cat under me. You thinking the same, loser?
'Obviously, Tyrano.' Not telepathy, but that's the vibe.
No choice. If word of what happened in the library leaks out, Tyrano-sama's fame, honor, name, and all good stuff vanishes. Dead men tell no tales, loose lips lose heads. Alphapago, you're dying here.
"Loser calculator, you were a decent loser♥"
I dodged Alphapago's gaze, pulled a book from the next shelf.
Water Knows the Answer – Wear a Germanium Negative Ion Bracelet and Speak Kind Words to Water, and Aronia Grows Pretty! Pshh pshh whoosh?! But May Not Work for Impatient, Competitive Type As.
A book that makes my head throb just from the title. For Aronia to grow pretty, you gotta mesugaki-insult it like 'Loser plant♥ Tap water and it croaks pfft pfft♥ Give it dog shit instead of fertilizer♥' – that's common sense, right? So-called 'eco-mesugaki farming', where insulting plants with mesugaki taunts makes them grow vigorously. It's a real method in use. Ignoring this scientifically proven eco-farming for what? Kind words? 'Oh pretty, grow well, grow well' – and it'll grow? Don't know science much? No wonder Tyrano-sama's pissed; showing this to AI mesugaki Alphapago will make their electronic brain explode from rage-induced high blood pressure. Robots are STEM, right? But hypertension for robots is high voltage? Whatever.
"Take a look, loser!"
I flung the book wide open in front of Alphapago!
"Huh? What's this, loser? Lemme see... 'Speaking kind words makes onions grow pretty, bad words make them ugly.' Hiii...! Pseudoscience! Ignoring our people's traditional 'eco-mesugaki farming' to peddle this loser pseudophysics! Huff! This crap's so pathetic my eyes are melting!"
Success! Alphapago clutched their eyes, collapsed sobbing. After this trauma, they won't blab about what happened here.
"I just saw a short loser beating up a tall loser! Why put me through this evil?!"
Wha...? Just saw the short loser beating the tall one?
They only caught me wailing on the loser cat? What! Why not say so sooner! No biggie then! Feels a bit bad for going overboard on Alphapago, but thinking it over, wasn't it that loser calculator's fault for confusing Tyrano-sama's brilliant brain? So I stopped feeling sorry.
"Wah... you losers doing bad stuff to me... I was just cleaning the library..."
Alphapago started bawling.
"Uh... um... sorry."
The loser cat under me awkwardly apologized to the loser calculator.
"Tyrano, you apologize too. No idea what that book's about to make 'em cry like this... but they're crying, so apologize."
"Mm... was the pseudoscience too much?"
Shoulda shoved conspiracy crap like hollow Earth dice or donut Earth? I got off the loser Lion and approached the crying Alphapago. Seeing them huddled, shedding thick tears like a chicken coop, pity welled up unbidden.
"Heh, loser calculator crybaby♥ Snot-nosed brat♥ Don't cry over crap like this♥ Bawling over loser stuff – how you gonna adult later♥"
Bit weird phrasing, but that's my way of apologizing. Patting their shoulder... wait, something's off? Thought they were covering eyes sobbing, but up close, no tears – just eyedrops dripping from the bottle in their hand.
"Loser, what the— gah?!"
They shoved me! A loser calculator shoving me!
"Pfft pfft pfft♥ Tyrano's such a pathetic loser♥ This Alphapago-sama's tear acting was perfect♥ Fell for it so easy, no fun♥"
Alphapago stood, shoving me aside—no tears on their face. Fooled me? Fake crying to trick kind Tyrano-sama!
"Cheating with fake tears! Total loser villain♥ Act like a loser, live a loser life♥"
"Mmgh..."
Felt the loser cat glaring from behind, but probably imagination.
"Pfft♥ You won't be laughing long, loser♥ Got video in this phone of loser Tyrano beating up loser Lion♥"
Alphapago smirked arrogantly, holding an unfamiliar phone.
"Loser like you, when'd you film?!"
"Wonder what happens if this leaks♥ Boss beating subordinates silly♥ One leak and loser Tyrano's exec career ends clean♥ All that effort to promotion, gone in one power-trip vid. How's that feel♥ Huh, how's it feel♥"
I might not get fired for smacking the loser cat a bit... but if that leaks, Tyrano-sama's noble dignity and grace get trashed! Gotta stop the leak!
"Gimme that, loser!"
I shot up, reaching for the loser calculator. But they backed away, my hand swiping air.
"Pfft♥ Desperate loser Tyrano♥ So pitiful♥"
"Who's pitiful? You short-ass loser calculator...!"
Just catch me once! Hundred Tyrano knuckle flicks, thirty ass smacks!
"Nope, won't get caught♥ Loser Tyrano's stubby legs can't nab me♥"
Alphapago bolted.
"I'll hide over there, come quick when I call, kya?!"
But they slipped on the water from their own mop and crashed.
"Pffft! Total loser♥ Loser calculator♥ Can't even run right♥ That distance, even a 'waaah' baby with tires on waist could escape♥"
I approached the fallen Alphapago, snatched the dropped phone. Screen showed Tyrano-sama wailing on the loser cat, crystal clear.
"Heh♥ Look here, loser calculator♥"
I pulled up the delete button, shoved it in their face.
"N-no! Don't delete! Don't!"
"Should I♥ Or not♥ This big red delete button squish♥ To press or not♥ Tough choice♥"
I teasingly fingered near the button.
"Don't... I was wrong... don't delete... hate deleting..."
"Your loser's face is hilarious♥ Reward for funny face, here's something good♥ Delete button squish♥"
"Nooo!"
Loser vid deleted in a flash.
"There♥ Don't need your old phone, take it♥"
I dropped the deleted phone by the loser calculator's nose.
"Might not be deleted! You don't know!"
They scrambled, snatched it.
"You're dumb♥ Recovered from trash? No vid left♥"
"Guh, grrr...!"
Loser calculator faceplanted.
"If only this vid... could've used it to get folks to the library, ask favors..."
Wha...?
"With this vid... library would've gotten visitors... I could've stuck stickers... made 'em reshelve books... even get overdue fines... could've... waiting forever at empty counter sucks..."
Sniffling sobs.
"Wanna talk to people... ask about Earth... sitting alone at counter feels... like really abandoned... hate it..."
"Hey, loser calcula— I mean Alphapago... y-you crying...?"
Face down, not moving... nah, acting again? Eyedrops?
"...Not crying. Not."
Snuffly denial. Oh crap. That's the real cry voice.
I promised to improve library traffic, and only then did Alphapago stop crying.