Bell's Reputation Takes a Hit, War Game with Ista Familia Proceeds Smoothly

"Mr. Bell, do we really have to fight?"

"Miss Haruhime, I came here to get this done for Big Brother Broly."

"Then I'll hit you..."

Bell closed his eyes. Just as he braced himself to take the beating, the fist that landed on him was as soft and light as cotton.

"Miss Haruhime, please don't hold back on my account. Hit me a little harder."

The fox girl swung another punch at him, but Bell still did not feel any pain.

He opened his eyes and looked at Sanjono Haruhime in puzzlement.

"I'm already using a lot of strength."

The fox girl's cheeks flushed red, a color forced out from straining with all her might.

Bell: "..."

Big Brother Broly, this new person you've encountered is far too delicate and weak. Do you know that?

"Bang~"

The wooden door was smashed apart. Like a cannonball, the White-Haired Boy shattered the wooden door, then smashed through the railing of the corridor outside and crashed onto the floor of the first story. The customers who had come to enjoy a wonderful night, along with the prostitutes at their sides, were all startled by this sudden turn of events.

"Y-you damn guy, since you want to play SM with m-me, I'll show you how fierce I am..."

Haruhime walked to the broken edge of the shattered railing and, in a somewhat weak voice, spoke rather tough lines, creating a very subtle sense of contrast.

"The customer is a deity! Is this how you satisfy Lord Deity's demands? Ah, my arm hurts so much, my bones are broken..."

The blood-covered boy climbed up from the ground and, entirely on his own, began an exaggerated performance in full view of everyone.

"What happened?"

The members of Ista Familia in charge of keeping watch heard