Illusion Light Legendary Awakening: The Yankee High School Girl’s Servant Became 〇〇 - Vol 1 Chapter 29
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- Vol 1 Chapter 29 - Conquering the Most Powerful Woman (Hentai) (Vol 1: The Delinquent High School Girl’s Servant Survived and Advanced to the Second Year)
Vol 1 Chapter 29: Conquering the Most Powerful Woman (Hentai) (Vol 1: The Delinquent High School Girl’s Servant Survived and Advanced to the Second Year)
“Welcome to the club! Now! Write your name on this membership form right away!”
Oto-yume Senpai pushed her way through us to the entrance and handed out the membership forms.
“Thanks for keeping it quick! I’ll write my name right away… Wait, isn’t that Kosutake, Katsuko‑chan, and Kazu‑chan?”
Rurei noticed our presence and waved energetically.
I mean, since we’re older here, shouldn’t Kosutake have held back a bit?
I wanted to say that, but something else caught my attention, and I had to ask:
“Weren’t you on suspension?”
Rurei—who had apparently done something unprecedented on the first day of school—was inexplicably standing before us in her uniform.
“Ahahaha… I mean, Miyayuri‑chan took all the blame and didn’t end up puking on me. The teachers still didn’t know my face well enough, so I luckily went unrecognized?”
“Ah, so you weren’t suspended then?”
I’d assumed you’d received the same punishment as Miyayuri‑chan, but it seems I was mistaken.
“Yeah, that’s right… At least I plan to pay for the bandit incident and the door I destroyed.”
“If you’ve got the money, you should do that. Miyayuri‑chan mentioned she had to work as a trainer just to cover the door repairs.”
While Rurei and I were chatting casually, Katsuko couldn’t help but interrupt.
“Hey… wait a minute! Kosutake! How can you be so friendly with the enemy?”
“Ah… well, that may be true, but I just don’t really see them as enemies, you know…”
“I don’t consider Kosutake an enemy either♪ And neither do I with Katsuko‑chan or Kazu‑chan!”
With that, Rurei abruptly pulled Katsuko’s face into her chest.
“Awa wa wa wa!”
Startled by having her face suddenly pressed against Rurei’s chest, Katsuko flailed her arms wildly—as if drowning—trying to pull away, but Rurei’s grip was firm, not letting Katsuko’s face escape from between her breasts.
“Uuuuh~ Auuuuuh~”
“See? Doesn’t this feel wonderful? Just think of me as Rurei‑chan and feel free to fawn over my boobs♪ Forget everything and just surrender yourself to me♪”
As Rurei began to gently pat Katsuko’s head—wedged between her plump, jiggling, and supple assets—Katsuko’s feeble resistance immediately ceased.
“Haa… haa… Rurei‑chan♪”
Did she drown in my boobs, become oxygen-deprived, or suffer some kind of memory loss?
The bewildered Katsuko, her flushed face decorated with heart-shaped eyes, blurted out Rurei‑chan’s name and, with a blissful expression, began nuzzling her cheek against Rurei’s chest.
So this is what they call the boob hold!
Huh? Never heard of such a technique?
Well… anyway, setting that aside, the most powerful woman hentai, Shuso Katsuko, surrendered to her enemy even more easily than the bland taste of salt ramen without soup stock.
If the same were done to me, I’d have surrendered just as quickly.
It’s a technique more advanced than any move I know in martial arts.
The boob hold is terrifying… no, Rurei is terrifying…
“There, there… Katsuko‑chan, you’re such a spoiled one—come on over, Kazu‑chan.”
Having completely won over Katsuko, whose head now resembled that of a loyal puppy, Rurei patted her gently while beckoning Azuma‑kun.
“I’m sorry, but I’m not interested in big boobs—and I’m not handing over Kosutake, either!”
As he said this, Azuma‑kun clung to me from the side, his face nearly pressed against mine.
“Umm… I know your gender, and I know you like Kosutake. I’m a lesbian myself, so I have no intention of interfering with your love lives—so don’t worry♪”
“Is that so? Phew, that’s a relief—I was worried my Kosutake Senpai might be taken away somewhere far off♪”
“No! That’s not cool at all! Deny that love life nonsense!”
“Huh? Isn’t that wrong?”
Azuma‑kun tilted his head with a little devilish look.
Tch…
I wish this kid were truly a girl, but I won’t be fooled!
I remember all too vividly the raw and exasperating sensation when I was forced into an armbar cross-lock during my first sparring session—as if it happened just yesterday!
“Ah… um… about joining…”
Oto-yume Senpai, having been left out of the conversation, hesitantly asked us.