The Beautiful Girl I Accidentally Helped Who Has Somehow Become Attached To Me. - Chapter 40: The Punishment Game Begins.

The Punishment Game Begins.

The next day. Saturday morning.

I woke up with a bit of body pain, but after sleeping soundly from all the physical exhaustion, it might have actually been a surprisingly good sleep.

Since I didn’t have any club activities and only had gym class, it was the first major exercise in a while. I thought I’d be hit by muscle pain, but it wasn’t as bad as I expected, probably thanks to the care I took the previous day.

I got out of bed and stretched lightly.

It hurts a bit, but I can move without any problems.

Watching sports video creators’ content, imitating their stretches, and taking a warm bath for longer than usual made a big difference.

If I had just fallen asleep without doing anything, I probably would’ve been in full-body agony by now.

“Hmm… I wonder how Mikami-san is doing?”

After checking my body’s condition, I was fully awake and Mikami-san suddenly came to mind.

She had already started showing signs of the backlash damage yesterday, so I was wondering if she’d be okay.

She had said “see you tomorrow” as she left, but what did she really mean by that… I guess thinking about it won’t help.

Either way, today was a complete rest day.

I planned to stay in, take it easy, and focus on recovering my body.

If Mikami-san came over, I’d welcome her; if she didn’t, that was fine too.

Well… if I’m being honest, I’d be happy if she came. But I wouldn’t force her; I’m sure she’s tired too.

“…9 AM, huh. I slept quite a bit.”

When I looked at the clock while getting dressed, I realized it was already that late.

I really do love holidays when I can sleep as much as I want without worrying about alarms.

At the same time, I noticed that Mikami-san’s usual arrival time had already passed. If the doorbell rang, I’d definitely wake up, and there were no notifications on my phone either.

Just as I thought that, the phone’s ringtone started ringing.

The name displayed was Mikami Hina. It was unusual for her to call instead of message, so I answered.

“Hello?”

“Help… me…”

“Huh? Hey… did she hang up?”

The only thing I heard on the phone was Mikami-san’s strained voice.

She said just one word before the call ended, and the tension ran through my back. I immediately rushed out of the room, dialing Mikami-san’s number again while heading for the front door.

Honestly, I didn’t know what the best course of action was after hearing her say “help me.” I didn’t know what was going on, so I decided to head to Mikami-san’s house, opening the door and stepping outside with my shoes still in a mess.

There, I found—Mikami-san collapsed and twitching on the ground.

“Sh… she’s dead…?”

“…Please don’t kill me.”

“Whoa… she’s alive…”

“U-Um… please help me.”

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“Ah, it hurts, it hurts!”

“Hey, stop struggling. If you lift your legs too much, your panties are going to show.”

“I don’t mind if you look, but please be a little gentler… ow, ow, ow. Wait, wait… I’m going to die.”

“You’re not going to die. And don’t say things like that so casually.”

What am I even doing, holding Mikami-san’s legs?

Right, I’m in the process of stretching her legs.

Mikami-san’s call for help was due to her cramping up while on her way to my house and being unable to move.

She somehow managed to crawl all the way to the front of my house, but she couldn’t even get up to ring the doorbell, so she called me for help.

I’ve brought her in and am now trying to stretch out her cramped legs, but the resistance due to the pain is intense.

I’ve laid Mikami-san on the sofa, and I’m now in charge of pressing down on her legs and thighs to stretch them, but it’s… quite stimulating.

I’ve got permission… well, she begged me to do it, but still, touching a girl’s bare legs and thighs makes me nervous.

I want to touch as softly as possible to avoid feeling the skin, but I need to press down hard to stretch her out, so I can’t avoid it.

The soft sensation against my hand makes my throat dry.

And on top of that, Mikami-san occasionally lets out slightly lustrous sounds, making me feel like I’m doing something terribly inappropriate.

(Don’t think weird thoughts. This is a treatment…)

I shake off those thoughts and endure Mikami-san’s resistance.

If her resistance is too intense, her skirt might end up showing, and I really don’t want her to flail around too much… but Mikami-san moves her legs without hesitation, as if she’s ready for a panty shot.

It’s honestly bad for my heart.

I manage to get both of her legs back into a non-cramping position.

By then, I’m out of breath and exhausted. Mikami-san’s face is flushed, her breathing is heavy, and her clothes are all messed up, with her shoulders exposed… looks like we’ve just finished something.

“Ha… ha… sorry, I’m so grateful.”

“That’s fine, but… how did you think it was a good idea to come in that condition?”

“I made a promise.”

Mikami-san awkwardly moves to sit up and thanks me, but I feel like she’s pushing herself too much just to keep her promise of “see you tomorrow” from yesterday.

I’m lucky she crawled to a place where I could find her easily, but if she had just said “help me,” I wouldn’t have known where she was.

“Well… I’m happy you came, Mikami-san, but don’t push yourself like that.”

“I thought it would be fine to come from the fifth to the third floor… I’m sorry for the trouble.”

“It’s not that I think it’s a bother. But if you’re going to collapse like that, it’d be better if you called me to come pick you up. I’d feel more at ease.”

“I’ll do that next time. And please carry me on your back again.”

“Huh? I don’t want to do that.”

“Is that so? Thank you.”

“Are you listening?”

“Oh, a princess carry would be fine too. Actually, I’d prefer that.”

She’s not listening, huh?

I’ll keep her company, but I don’t plan on carrying her… Well, whatever. It’s not like it’s fine, though.

“By the way, what’s the plan for today?”

“Unfortunately, I can hardly walk properly. So today… I think I’ll have you take care of me.”

“Take care of you?”

“Yes, it’s a punishment game. For today, you’re going to be my butler.”

“…Just to check, do I have the option to refuse?”

“Of course not!”

“Ah, okay.”

Well, I guess I can’t leave Mikami-san in this state, and if this punishment game gets settled, then that’s fine… but “taking care of you” means what, exactly?

Depending on how it goes, I might end up dealing with a spoiled princess today…