Kamen Rider is a Villain in Pretty Cure Chapter 15

Ash stared intently at Nono Hana, almost making her hair stand on end like a cat's, before the doctor in the white coat finally withdrew his gaze. He pulled out a golden pen from somewhere and rapidly scribbled a list of medicinal ingredients on the drawing paper before him.

Fortunately, Ash didn't suspect her much. After all, in his opinion, while this woman's behavior was quite interesting, what need did he have to waste his extra energy investigating an ordinary person?

At this moment, Ash's attention was more focused on Cure Yell, who had just begun to shine in his eyes. He was like a connoisseur with very high standards for the stage, suddenly discovering a treasure actor in an inconspicuous Broadway theater who perfectly suited his taste and was shining brightly on stage.

Exaggerating a bit, the excitement of meeting Cure Yell made him so engrossed that he couldn't eat or sleep. She, like a flower, broken yet spirited, had quietly entered and occupied his mind, which he had found "boring," to the extent that he would even meet her in his dreams.

"Well, that's about it."

After潇洒ly finishing the last stroke, he spun the golden pen, which had "Hoshikawa Gakuto" written on it, between his fingers twice before tossing it up and catching it. With astonishing precision, it flew into his chest pocket.

Handing the prescription to Nono Hana, Ash casually picked up Cure Yell's Hottoys. He constantly manipulated the doll's limbs, striking various cool fighting poses along with the doll's movements, all while quietly making "Hoo-ha" sounds with his mouth to add sound effects.

Dr. Ash, lost in his own amusement, didn't notice Nono Hana watching him. As if discovering a rare and delightful delicacy, Nono Hana couldn't help but let out an auntie's smile that would make flowers bloom.

"You almost died not too long ago, and you still didn't listen to my advice and engaged in strenuous activity, didn't you?"

Ash, playing with "another self" as if no one else were there, spewed venom that gradually stiffened Nono Hana's smile. "Do you want to compete with people that badly and participate in a comeback match? If you want to, then watch for when that big monster appears again and just burrow under its feet."

"That's so mean... After you left, Dr. Ash, a Doomsday Monster suddenly appeared and attacked that place. Of course, I ran for my life to survive?" Her smile turned into a displeased pout, and she answered Ash's question with a "pugu gu" sound of dissatisfaction.

"I'm not blaming you. You just had surgery, so I won't torment you anymore. Go get your medicine from the pharmacy next door according to the list... Oh, wait."

Raising his hand to brush away Hana's outstretched hand, Ash, still holding the doll, pulled the prescription back. He glanced at the woman with a full-face ovo expression and then added a few brain-nourishing herbs to the end of the list. "There, that's perfect."

"W-wait a minute!" Snapping out of her inexplicable amusement, Hana, clutching the prescription Ash handed her, felt a bit flustered without knowing what to expect. "Aren't you a doctor, Ash? Why are you having the patient get their own medicine?"

Besides, doesn't such a large clinic have any assistants or nurses?

"It's my break time now." Continuing to play with Yell in his hands, Ash maintained a "pure" smile on his face, though Hana found it somewhat creepy. "Prescribing medicine for you is already my friendly favor, so get your own medicine. It's all clearly written on the list anyway."

"This..."

Looking at the prescription in her hand, Nono Hana felt like crying without tears.

Even Pretty Cure couldn't understand these things, which looked more like scribbles than words!

"Dr. Ash." Hana, sighing with regret, put the prescription back in her bag. She uncomfortably tugged at her overly tight pencil skirt and stood up from the opposite side, looking towards Ash.

"Actually, there's one more thing I wanted to ask—"

The latter half of her request got stuck in Nono Hana's throat because what she saw before her eyes was quite shocking to her.

Ash, who was playing with her toy in front of her, seemed unsatisfied with simply playing with it. The man, with a scrutinizing gaze, directly spread its legs apart, lifted the doll above his head, and looked up from below.

"Hmm... could there be any hidden weaponry? Like a rocket launcher, hidden limbs, or scissor anchors?"

"No, that's not right. How could Pretty Cure's skirt have these things? Dr. Ash, you're thinking too much, hahaha."

"Is that so? How boring, I thought I'd see something interesting."

Hahaha, Dr. Ash is like a child playing with toys— No, what are you doing!

Wait, you're... you're looking under the toy's skirt? What are you doing right in front of me!!!

For some reason, Nono Hana involuntarily began to imagine a scene where her normal-proportioned self was forced to shamefully and uncomfortably lift her short skirt and show Ash the "beautiful scenery" underneath, much to his interest...

"Buzzz~"

Nono Hana's brain and her slightly pale cheeks urgently emitted a red-hot warning.

No! Even if I wear safety shorts underneath when I transform, I can't just casually let a man see them! Not even a woman! No, no!

[Extra]Case File 28 Nono Hana's Request

When I first saw Dr. Ash so fascinated with my other self, I felt a little happy about being recognized.

Now, my mood has become increasingly subtle? What an unpredictable development.

In front of the opposite sex, watching him play with a highly detailed, movable doll of my other self, and shamelessly looking under its skirt. More importantly, the person herself is right beside him, and he's acting more and more presumptuously without any regard for my gaze— Don't ruin the image of Dr. Ash, who saved my life and cares about me, and whom I still hold in high regard!!!

The anxious shame burned fiercely and churned within Hana's heart. Nono Hana would rather go out and fight a hundred and eighty Doomsday Monsters to the death than experience this peculiar torture.

Wait, why are you starting to undress the doll? How far do you intend to strip "me" bare?!

"Eh... what is it? Can't the skirt and clothes be taken off? The craftsmanship is quite exquisite, why doesn't it have this small feature?"

Finally, as Nono Hana's eyeballs were about to pop out, Ash stopped when the doll's durability was nearing its limit in his hands.

"As for the review, the articulation and detail are very good. The clothing feels close to the real thing, and the effect parts and even the battle-damaged replacements are very well-reproduced. I'd give it around an 8."

Stroking his smooth chin, Ash seriously transformed into a toy reviewer.

"Although the craftsmanship of this Cure Yell doll is incredibly meticulous, unlike normal standards, and the clothes are not made of soft rubber or separate plastic materials but are genuine collectible textiles!"

With that, the dissatisfied Ash tugged at the doll's clothes, his face showing displeasure.

"Why is it completely glued to the body and not detachable? Is it necessary to not include the internal structure?"

"Oh, and by the way, the SHF one is industrial garbage, don't buy it." (Author's personal experience, a real example)

"Even if you say that..."

She had intended to loudly scold his "perverted" actions, but faced with Ash, who was so seriously playing with "herself" and even giving a review, his matter-of-fact attitude left Nono Hana speechless for a moment.

"This... this kind of feature is impossible for a doll to have, right?"

Nono Hana helplessly stated the obvious, but all she received was a rather strange look from Ash.

"Hmm, nothing? The action figures I bought from the Interstellar Alliance before could all be taken apart, and even used as surgical tools for dissection. As long as they could be put back together, they could move on their own."

"I'm truly sorry that Precure merchandise doesn't suit your taste..."

So where did you buy it from to have such a misunderstanding... Or rather, what kind of second-hand market is the Interstellar Alliance? It's too amazing as a storefront!

So, with your kind of request, how could legitimate products possibly have that? Let alone being detachable, even something slightly suggestive, if there was any factory that dared to produce this type, the true fans of Precure would have already flooded them with complaints...

"If you want to buy those kinds of detachable items, you won't find them in the regular market. You'd have to go to a collector's market."

Those detachable perversions you're talking about are naturally only sold in unofficial studios, like the one I have on my desk... Wait, did I just say that—I said it out loud!?

"Oh, is that so?" Nono Hana, whose brain was half a beat slow, turned around with a grinding sound like gears catching. She hadn't expected Ash to actually look quite interested. "I see, so it's a black market of sorts? How classic!"

"A-Ash, are you really planning to go?! To, to buy Cure Yell's perver—"

"Of course." He answered without hesitation, not paying any mind to Hana's increasingly flushed and contorted gaze. Ash swept his right hand generously towards all the figures behind him, including the entire Yell series. "And I want to buy three: one for collecting, one for display, and one for proselytizing!"

After all, they are the heroes of this world. They shall also join my collection series, heh heh heh!

"Gulp, kill me..."

"Making that strange sound, where does it hurt now?"

Ash glanced curiously at Nono Hana, who had inexplicably started to "writhe," and finally put down the figure in his hand.

Since he couldn't sleep anyway, shouldn't he be doing something productive?

"Alright, I wasn't counting on you anyway. You mean you don't understand, right? If you don't know, just follow me later to get the medicine."

Seeing Hana heave a sigh of relief like she'd been granted a great pardon and pat her chest, Ash brought up what she'd mentioned earlier.

"Speak, what was that thing you wanted to ask me to do before?"

"Eh, Doctor, you remember—Ouch, that hurts!"

Seeing Hana, who was trembling slightly, squatting on the ground clutching her head, Ash confidently retracted his bent finger, humming proudly.

"Don't doubt your doctor. I'm different from you common folk, I'm a genius!"

"I'm sorry... Being a genius is truly amazing..."

"Alright, stop messing around. Speak. I won't go if it's too troublesome or boring."

Muttering under her breath, "It's Ash who's messing around," Hana recounted her story in full.

However, it wasn't entirely accurate to say it was her story. To be precise, it was about her friend, Kagayaki Homare, who was in a wheelchair.

"Ever since that time I came into contact with that Time Fire!" When speaking of Time Fire, Hana let out a disdainful snort, still somewhat angry. "Homare has become a bit strange. We originally thought Homare was discouraged and wanted to comfort her... but it doesn't seem to be the case, rather it's—"

"Oh? So you want me to go and check on her for you?"

"Yes, after all, Ash is a very capable doctor, and Homare's main issue is her leg, so..."

He still had some impression of the blonde woman named Homare. After all, it was out of his own interest that he had guided her with a method akin to pulling up seedlings to see if she could grow, but in the end, she had disappointed him. However, she had also brought out Cure Yell, which surprised him, so the result wasn't too bad.

But if Hana says so, has she grown in places he couldn't see?

"Of course, if she's still the same, it won't be interesting to me..."

"Um, Dr. Ash?" Hana asked cautiously. "If it's troublesome for Dr. Ash, then you don't have to..."

"No."

Ash stood up.

"I didn't say I wouldn't."

[Extra]Case File 29 Can a Clumsy Girl Become an Idol?

"Here you go... Honestly, I have to do even this kind of thing myself."

Complaining about his manual labor, Ash precisely took out the medicinal herbs he had prepared to nourish her body from a drawer in the storage room. He felt rather unmotivated now. After all, when he had shown off his skills in other dark organizations before, hadn't he always been treated as a cadre-level talent?

Normally, he only needed to make plans, conduct evil research, and perform modification surgeries. Mundane tasks like fetching materials and equipment should have been left to mindless grunts, so why did he have to do it himself?

Ah... so troublesome. He hadn't felt this way before, but now that he thought about it, it was really bothersome. When he had opened this clinic on a whim, he had been bored, and never expected anyone to actually come... Now that he felt bothered, he just felt lazy all over.

But speaking of grunts... Hmm, the Riders' are inconvenient to transport, the Barmia Soldiers are actually disobedient, and the replicants he used to use were all wiped out in the last world. But when it comes to assisting him, there's no need to worry about combat power issues...

Speaking of which, how many Genets did he still have left in his inventory? Those things were convenient to repair with just screws. Right! He also had quite a few storage spheres containing Hole-Faced People, which he had half-bought and half-stolen from that arms dealer, Umbrella, before. They should be quality guaranteed!

Putting aside Ash's lazy thinking that went into overdrive, Nono Hana quickly took the paper bag Ash threw to her and carefully wrapped it with the handkerchief she had brought.

"Herbs, herbs, got them all—Hup!" She repeatedly checked the small medicinal packets Ash had picked out for her. Hana really didn't want to repeat the tragedy of her clumsiness causing everything to scatter everywhere and land on her head.

She naturally trusted Ash's medical skills very much. The incredible recovery of her increasingly weak body was proof! Her internal organs no longer felt like they were about to die, she had plenty of Tomorrow Energy, and even her thinking had improved significantly, with her memory no longer failing her halfway through tasks.

The people she had helped in the past were now helping her at crucial moments. Perhaps, whether as Nono Hana or Cure Yell, she fought for such simple and beautiful things?

"Oh, right, Hana."

"Yes?"

Not even noticing that Ash had started calling her by her name without a suffix at some point, Hana, who was about to go out with him, was suddenly stopped. She patted her pale cheeks to bring a touch of color to them and then paused.

Not quite understanding why Ash had suddenly stopped her, Hana tilted her head. Her ponytail, left behind her, also tilted cutely in one direction, and a sliver of light slanted from her bangs, revealing her right eye, which had been hidden by her slightly curly hair.

At the same time, she felt Ash's direct gaze scanning her from head to toe.

"Your white shirt with that black skirt looks great," Ash said naturally, offering the compliment. "Much better than your simple outfit before, the one that made you look like a fool. It really suits you."

"Ah, um," Hana was taken aback by Ash's sudden compliment. She then, a little flustered, patted her flushed cheeks. "Th-thank you! I'm glad you like it!"

They say boys don't really notice changes in girls, so even though she'd changed her outfit, she hadn't really held out much hope… To think he actually noticed and complimented her… She was a little happy!

"However."

Ash extended a finger and traced a line downwards, pointing to the split seam in the center of her hip-hugging skirt. Faintly visible through the tear was white fabric adorned with cute cherry blossoms.

"Your crotch is ripped."

"Ah, really! Hahaha~ So embarrassing…"

Hana quickly covered the spot with her hand, smiling apologetically, before realizing exactly where Ash was pointing.

Wait a minute…! That means Dr. Ash saw everything—

"Hana?"

Seeing Hana frozen with a smile, Ash called out to her again, his voice tinged with uncertainty. In response, he heard a mechanical "click" as she turned her head from her neck, accompanied by a smile that suggested she was about to cry…

"No—way!"

On instinct, Hana blurted out the catchphrase of her alternate timeline self.

I messed up… I messed up again…

Even though I've reached the age I always hoped for, the goal of becoming the cool, mature older sister I've wanted to be since childhood…

I'm actually getting further and further away from it… Haha, it's so disheartening…

"Homare, are you home?"

Standing before a prestigious residence with a nameplate reading [Kagayaki Residence], Hana rang the doorbell. At the same time, she uncomfortably tugged at the slightly loose fabric of her pant leg.