Natsumi Is Truly Bad
When Higashino Makoto left the Yoshino house, the sun was already high in the sky.
He stood downstairs, glanced up at Yoshino's room, and then walked along the street.
Who should we look for next?
Origami? Miku Izayoi? Or...?
As he was thinking this, a green figure rushed out from around the corner and crashed into his arms.
The head struck his chest; the force wasn't great, but the impact was significant.
He the Unassailable, but the figure was bounced back, staggered a couple of steps, and landed hard on its backside.
Long green hair, emerald green eyes, and a delicate face with a hint of panic.
She was wearing a white dress, the hem of which was spread out on the ground, revealing a section of her fair calves.
The Kyouno Natsumi.
She looked up at him with her emerald green eyes, paused for a second, then sprang up from the ground and grabbed his wrist.
"Run!"
Her voice was hurried, with a hint of panic.
She pulled him forward, but she was too weak and too slow. Higashino Makoto was practically being dragged along, barely taking any steps.
A voice came from some distance behind me, a slightly perverse, clear voice.
"Little Natsumi Kyouno, where are you?"
"Hehehe--"
Higashino Makoto activated his clairvoyance and saw a woman with long purple hair walking towards them from a distance.
Izayoi Miku.
She wore a purple dress, the hem swaying gently with her steps, a half-smile playing on her lips.
Her eyes scanned the street like a cat searching for prey.
The Natsumi Kyouno moved faster, but only to a limited extent.
Her legs were short, her steps were small, and when she ran she looked like a startled little rabbit.
After being pulled along by her for a few steps, Higashino Makoto finally couldn't resist anymore.
"You're too slow, leave it to me."
He bent down, put one hand under her armpits and the other hand under her knees, and lifted her up.
Natsumi Kyouno's body stiffened abruptly, her long green hair swung in the air, and her hands instinctively wrapped around his neck.
Princess carry.
Her face flushed instantly, the redness spreading from her ears all the way to the base of her neck.
Its emerald green eyes were wide open, and its mouth opened and closed repeatedly.
"You—you—!"
Higashino Makoto didn't give her a chance to speak.
A pale golden magic circle appeared beneath their feet, enveloping their bodies in light.
The next second, they appeared on a quiet street.
The dessert shop's signboard gleamed softly in the sunlight, and the window display showcased a variety of exquisite cakes.
Higashino Makoto puts down the Natsumi Kyouno.
Her legs felt a little weak, and she had to lean against the wall for a while before she could stand up straight.
She looked up, her emerald green eyes staring at him, her face still flushed.
"You—how could you—"
"Hold you? You told me to run, but you're too slow."
"Then you can't—you can't—"
"Can't what?"
Natsumi Kyouno opened his mouth, but could not utter a word.
She lowered her head, her long green hair falling down and obscuring her face.
Higashino Makoto pushed open the door of the dessert shop and went inside. Natsumi Kyouno hesitated at the door for two seconds, then followed him in.
He ordered her an ice cream, strawberry flavored, served in a clear glass with a small umbrella stuck in it.
Natsumi Kyouno sat opposite him, holding a glass, scooping up a spoonful of ice cream with a small spoon, and putting it in his mouth.
The cool sweetness melted on her tongue; her face was still flushed, but the flush had faded slightly.
Higashino Makoto leaned back in his chair, watching her eat.
She ate very slowly, taking only a small amount with each bite, as if savoring something precious.
"Higashino- kun, is that right?"
"Um."
"You did something to Yoshino, didn't you?"
Higashino Makoto's fingers paused for a moment.
He looked at her, and Natsumi Kyouno looked at him, their emerald green eyes filled with a complex emotion that was hard to describe.
He did not deny it.
"Um."
Natsumi Kyouno's lips twitched slightly.
She stuck the spoon into the ice cream, crossed her arms, leaned back, and the chair creaked.
"Pervert, lolicon, actually going after Yoshino, how enviable--"
She abruptly covered her mouth. Her emerald green eyes widened, and her face flushed red.
"I mean, it's insane!"
Higashino Makoto's lips curled up slightly.
You let it slip, Natsumi Kyouno, you rascal.
"That's right, what's wrong with men being perverted!"
Natsumi Kyouno was stunned.
She looked at his self-righteous face, her mouth opening and closing repeatedly.
"You—you—you actually admitted it?"
"It's a fact, so why can't we admit it?"
Natsumi Kyouno stared at him for a few seconds, then looked away and scooped a spoonful of ice cream into her mouth.
She chewed a few times, swallowed, and then scooped up another spoonful.
"You, a freak, are the savior? I have a feeling this world is doomed."
"Ha ha."
Higashino Makoto chuckled.
"You're the one who's doomed by selling yourself to a pervert like me, Little Natsumi Kyouno."
The Natsumi Kyouno's hand stopped.
She looked down at the ice cream in the cup, which was already half melted.
She remained silent for a long time, so long that Higashino Makoto thought she would never speak again.
Then she put down her spoon, placed her hands on the table, stood up, and reached out her hand to him across the table.
"Phew~ Never mind. Let's go, you pervert, to my house."
Her hand hovered in mid-air, palm up, fingers slightly spread.
Higashino Makoto looked at the hand and took it.
Her hands were small and cold, and her fingertips trembled slightly.
It was evening at Natsumi Kyouno's house.
Moonlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, falling on the bed covered with green sheets.
Higashino Makoto lay on the bed, with Natsumi Kyouno lying beside him.
Long green hair was scattered on the pillow, her emerald green eyes were half-open, and there were slight red marks on her body.
There's no such thing as the worst fish; there's always someone worse.
The Natsumi Kyouno is really weak.
She surrendered before even half a round was over, and from then on, it was all Higashino Makoto's doing.
Her reaction was amusing; she said no, but her actions betrayed her words.
It trembles with every touch, like a kitten whose belly has been rubbed.
Higashino Makoto turned his head to look at her.
She wrapped the blanket tightly around herself, leaving only her face and one hand exposed.
Her emerald green eyes were looking at him, her face still flushed.
What are you laughing at?
"It's nothing, I just think you're cute."
"What do you mean cute! I'm a grown-up!"
"Hmm, a man in his twenties, but looks like a primary school student."
Natsumi Kyouno's lips twitched slightly.
"You person--"
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
She buried her face in the blanket, and muffled sounds came from within.
"There's one thing you need to remember: you absolutely cannot put me Miku Izayoi that Miku together."
Higashino Makoto looked at her head buried in the blanket, a slight smile playing on his lips.
So, anyone else is fine?
Natsumi Kyouno peeked out from under the covers, his emerald green eyes staring at him.
"I did not mean that!"
"So what do you mean?"
"I--I--"
She couldn't speak, and buried her face in the blanket again.
Higashino Makoto did not press further.
He reached out and gently rubbed her head through the blanket.
Green hair peeked out from under the blanket, slipping through his fingers.
Natsumi Kyouno' muffled voice came from under the covers.
"Abnormal."
"Um."
"Lolicon"
"Um."
"You big bad guy."
"Um."
She remained silent for a moment.
"But thank you."
"What are you thanking me for?"
"Thank you for saving the world, thank you for saving me... so I don't have to hide anymore."
Higashino Makoto paused for a moment, then continued kneading.
"You're welcome, it's a deal."
"Trade?"
"You sold yourself to me, have you forgotten?"
Natsumi Kyouno peeked out from under the covers, her emerald green eyes looking at him.
"I haven't forgotten."
"That's good."
The corners of her mouth turned up slightly.
"A complete pervert."
"Yes, that's me."