Chapter 52

Kazuhiko enjoyed the date while holding hands with Reika. Today, they visited the shopping mall in front of the station.

Usually, they spent their time “doing the deed” in his room, but occasionally they enjoyed a “normal” date like this. In the past, Kazuhiko would have felt intimidated, thinking he wasn’t a good match for a perfect, superhuman beauty like Reika. But now, he knew what she was really like on the inside. Plus, he was already entangled with two other (equally problematic) beauties.

Sure, looking strictly at “specs,” he was no match for Reika, or any of them. But he was the one they had taken a liking to, and he was the one who had survived their relentless onslaughts.

You guys can be jealous all you want, but you wanna swap? Kazuhiko thought. Your physical strength, mental fortitude, and social standing will be rocked like you wouldn’t believe. Are your SAN points high enough for this? Hah?

In a twisted way, Kazuhiko had been forced to gain confidence, at least regarding his relationship with them. If anyone told him he didn’t deserve them, he’d probably shoot them a predatory, dead-eyed stare and ask, “Oh yeah? You think you can handle them? Give it a shot, then.”

Of course, he had no intention of actually swapping. He was genuinely enjoying himself now. But when people casually said they were envious or wanted his life, he couldn’t help but want to lodge a formal protest while weeping tears of blood.

Today started innocently enough with some window shopping for clothes and accessories. Kazuhiko was perfectly content with that, but Reika, keeping her fingers locked firmly with his in a “lover’s hold”, dragged him into a classic couple’s destination: a lingerie shop. Even though it was his girlfriend’s hand, Kazuhiko felt like he was caught in a bear trap.

“Now, Kazu-kun, pick something out for me. Something you’ll want to see me wear… and then take off!”

“Could you maybe lower your volume!?”

“Why? Is there a problem? My boyfriend, Kazuhiko Saiki, was just violating my armpits and nape with his eyes earlier, wasn’t he?”

“Don’t say my full name out loud!!”

Stop doxing me!

“By the way, I am Reika, maiden name Takane, whose future as Kazuhiko-kun’s wife is already set in stone. It’s already been decided that we’re having at least three children.”

This woman is already treating her current name like it’s a thing of the past…

Kazuhiko rolled his eyes back, but he couldn’t even focus on his own frustration because of the lukewarm, knowing stares coming from the people around them.

“Come on, Kazu-kun, choose. Look, how about something like this?”

“Wait, why are there holes in the important parts? On the bra and the panties!?”

“Oh, Kazu-kun. You really want to make me say it out loud, don’t you?”

“No! I have no such intention or fetish!”

Despite his protest, Reika brushed her hair behind her ear and leaned her lips close to his.

Reika Takane’s ASMR.

“It’s so you can touch me, lick me, suck me, and… insert things. Haan… stop it… Kazu-kun…” she whispered, her voice thick with hot breath.

“Wai—Stop that, Rei-chan!”

Kazuhiko was now hunched over, desperately trying to hide his physical reaction. Seeing this, Reika’s almond eyes narrowed with a predatory glint as she gave a bewitching smile.

“Kazu-kun, if you’re that worked up, we can go to the fitting room together.”

“That is NOT what fitting rooms are for!”

“Oh? I thought the fitting room was the ‘hitting-it’ room?”

“That only happens in adult manga!!”

How did people in those stories spend so much time in a fitting room together without anyone getting suspicious? It was truly “erotica-space-time.”

“Fine. If you don’t want me to drag you into the ‘hitting-it’ room, pick out a set of underwear you want to see me wear and take off. Do it now, or I’m dragging you in.”

“The genre just shifted from romance to horror!”

And then she’s going to devour me down to the bone, isn’t she? I don’t even want to know.

“Five… four…”

“Wait, isn’t that countdown too fast!?”

“If you don’t hurry, I’ll call Moeka and Tachibana too.”

“STOP! DON’T!!”

Under duress, Kazuhiko panicked and grabbed a set. Because he was flustered, he didn’t even think about appearances—he chose purely based on his own taste: something he genuinely wanted to see her wear and then remove. Reika beamed at him with a radiant smile.

Even though it was the smile of the girl he loved, Kazuhiko couldn’t help but notice it felt “sticky” and a bit salty. He was, as always, completely at her mercy.