Vol. 1 Chapter 3 – Spy Dog
by PinkPantherIt was a room that seemed to embody the princess fantasy. The bed was pink, and the sheets were sky blue. The chairs and bookshelves were also pink.
In this pink-filled room, a woman dressed in a sexy police officer-like outfit, baring her midriff, was petting a robotic dog.
“It’s so futile to keep infiltrating until we find a strong opponent, isn’t it? Everyone said they couldn’t find the entrance, but I have a good idea of where it is.”
The robotic dog narrowed its eyes.
“Spy Dog-chan. Go inside and investigate properly.”
The robotic dog made a soft sound Ku~~~Nnn.
“Well then, off you go.”
In an instant, optical camouflage activated, and the dog disappeared from sight. Shortly after, the sound of a door closing was heard.
The woman leaned over a laptop. The video feed from the camera hidden in the dog was streaming on the screen.
“Now, let’s see how this goes.”
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Aizenaha was taking a shower in the captain’s room. Inside the glass booth, she was enjoying the warm water that was enveloping her whole body.
‘Number 28, huh…’
Aizenaha recalled the young face of a highschool student.
Hitting the Numb-Ball yesterday was probably just luck. Sometimes, people experience miraculous strokes of luck. It just happened to be his turn yesterday.
The Demonia Salvation Planet was generally understaffed. With frequent injuries among the combatants, they had to promote servants to fill the gaps. However, the corps was not in a satisfactory state in terms of manpower due to disqualified or injured combatants. Aizenaha had heard rumours that the recruitment unit was searching for exceptional talents, but she never expected them to even recruit high school students.
Nevertheless, Aizenaha didn’t feel any pity for them. Joining the Demonia Salvation Planet was a decision they made with full awareness. Once they joined, they had to serve as servants.
But still──Aizenaha remembered yesterday’s pleasure.
Fondling her breasts felt good. He accurately detected that she had inverted nipples and teased them with his fingers. Human hands are different from those of Demonia people. Not everyone, but sometimes there are people with incredibly skilled and pleasurable hands. Maybe that boy is one of them.
Aizenaha thought,
Maybe I should have made her the breast fondling specialist. But she’s too young. If she becomes a breast massage specialist, she might get carried away.
Aizenaha believes that the breast fondling specialist should also be a combatant. If it’s just to have her breasts fondled, she could call him whenever needed.
Lately, the Saint Agents have been infiltrating repeatedly. Sometimes one at a time, sometimes in pairs. It’s as if they’re trying to assess their strength.
As of now, Lord Belzelia is taking a wait-and-see approach. Instead of going out personally, they are sending others to gather data.
What is known at this point is that there are three agents: Pink Police, Rose Scolla, and Blue Gorgeous. They are all armed and skilled in long-range attacks.
These three agents started appearing about six months ago. Initially, there was one, then they became two, and recently they became three. It’s unclear if their numbers will increase to four.
Belzeria-sama wants to catch the Saint Agents off guard and strike them when the opportunity arises, aiming to eliminate as many of them as possible. For that purpose, they need exceptional dark knights and skilled combatants. However, reinforcements from Demonia are limited, so they have no choice but to find suitable candidates on Earth.
After turning off the shower, Aizenaha left the room. She dried her beautiful, rounded breasts with a towel. It was already past 3:30 pm. It’s about time for that boy to arrive. There should be work in the underground factory from 4:00 pm, but once that’s done, maybe she’ll call him over?
However, it’s a bit embarrassing. She doesn’t want Baranka and the others to tease her for calling such a young boy over. Maybe she should go herself secretly to call him?
3
When Yoh arrived at the Milky Cloud Temple, it was already past 3:30 pm. He had ridden his bicycle as fast as he could from the Glovaria International Institute.
The secret entrance to the base was inside the mountain temple. He pretended to come for floor cleaning and prayers. Yoh leaned against the wall next to the equipment storage, and suddenly, he crossed over to the other side, entering the base.
Using the optical camouflage elevator, he descended, and the door opened. He walked through a long underground corridor and turned right at the T-shaped intersection. As he was about to enter the locker room, he noticed a combatant walking aimlessly without a mask. The combatant also noticed Yoh and exclaimed in surprise.
The combatant was none other than Butano Ton, the complaining chubby classmate. He held a mask with the letter [Z] on it.
“You… are you a combatant?”
“You’re just figuring that out now, low-life.”
Butano tried to act superior.
“I’m the superior, so I’ll make you my lackey from now on.”
Yoh ignored him and entered the locker room. He quickly changed, left his locker, and placed a sign that said 『Cleaning in Progress』 before entering the pool area. Once again, Number 29 was nowhere to be found. There was no checkmark in today’s cleaning log for 『Le』 either.
Yoh began scrubbing the poolside alone once more, and soon, he started sweating.
“Yo, you’re working hard, huh?”
Butano, also known as Combatant Z, showed up to tease him. He was holding a monaka ice cream in his hand.
“Oi, the poolside is dirty.”
From the entrance to Butano’s feet, there were black shoe marks on the poolside. It seemed he had walked up onto the poolside with his shoes on. As Yoh cleaned up the dirty shoe marks with a deck brush, Butano remarked,
“Oi, this area is also dirty.”
He stepped on the freshly cleaned area with his shoes again. As Yoh was scrubbing with the deck brush, there was a squishy sound.
His monaka ice cream had fallen.
“Oops, dropped it”
Butano said with a forced smile as he purposely stepped on it with his shoe.
“If you don’t clean it properly, you’ll get scolded~”
He said and burst into laughter. Yoh ignored him and continued scrubbing with the deck brush. Then, he threw the ice cream into the trash.
When he noticed, Butano was gone. It seemed he left since Yoh didn’t react to his antics.
Yoh looked at his wristwatch. There was still time before 4 o’clock. Leaving the 『Cleaning in Progress』 sign by the poolside, Yoh headed towards the recreation room. He could hear the loud sound of darts hitting the board.
‘Is she already here?’
Looking at the cleaning checklist, there was a check mark indicating that No. 29 had done the cleaning. Yoh put away the cleaning tools and hurried through the underground passage.
The underground factory was located far away from the residential section. Yoh walked through the curved underground passage in a U-shape, passing through the living quarters where the control rooms for each combat team were located. Then, he walked along the winding path prepared in case the Saint Agents infiltrated, finally arriving at the underground factory.
Bright LED lights illuminated the factory. Four rows of workbenches were lined up. Without directly looking at the workbenches, three combatants stood in a fierce stance, holding bamboo swords. Combatants X, Y, and Z — Butano seemed to be the supervisor.
‘Ugh, the worst supervisor.’
The members took their positions in order of their numbers. On Yoh’s right was No. 27 with a large chest, and on his left was No. 29 with a massive bust.
Once everyone was seated, Combatant X loudly announced that they would be producing a new product today.
It seems to be something called a 『restraining ball』 When thrown and hitting the target, it instantly restrains both hands, or so they say.
“Listen up! Watch this!”
Combatant X shouted and as if they had rehearsed it beforehand, Combatant Y stood several metres away. Combatant X threw the restraining ball towards Y. The moment it hit, Y’s hands were bound, and he hung from the ceiling. [Ooo…] murmurs of surprise escaped the others.
“As you all know, Saint Agents have a weakness in their chests. If you can restrain them and grope their chests, even you can defeat them.”
That’s why they were tasked to create that weapon.
The combatants stepped back, and a screen was lowered instead. Next, a video showed how to make the restraining ball.
After a thirty-minute preview, they began the production. They examined dozens of parts and rearranged them in the order of assembly. Then, they started assembling the parts in one go.
Three combatants patrolled between the tables. Yoh suddenly noticed Combatant Z 『Butano』 stopping behind No. 29. From that angle, Butano seemed to be enjoying the view of No. 29’s massive bust.
Yoh quickly assembled one piece and placed it in a box labelled 『Complete』 Butano snorted as he picked up a finished product. He brazenly walked over and threw it at a sample doll. The restraining ball hit the doll’s arms and bound them, lifting it up.
“Complete”
He said in a bored tone.
Yoh placed the second one in an empty box. As he finished the third, he looked over at No. 29 next to him and saw her struggling in the final stage. She was having trouble attaching the cover of the restraining ball. The cover consisted of two spherical parts, but they didn’t seem to fit together properly.
“Who hasn’t finished yet!? If any of you are slacking off, expect to be hit by the bamboo swords!”
Butano approached again. He peeked into each box with 『Complete』 written on them. There were two 『Inspected』 tags on Yoh’s boxes, but none on No. 29’s.
No. 29 turned her head towards the patrolling combatant. She seemed a bit flustered.
“Still not done?”
Suddenly, a voice shouted from behind. The bamboo sword whistled, and a female service officer screamed. No. 29 flinched and shrank back.
“Who among you hasn’t finished yet?!”
Combatant X slowly approached. Next to Yoh, No. 29 hurriedly tried to forcefully fit the cover in place.
‘Oh no, that’s dangerous. It might break.’
“Who’s going to be the prey of the bamboo sword? Or perhaps, who wants their chest to be fondled?”
Butano’s voice was getting closer. At this rate, No. 29 might end up being groped. She adjusted the parts on the worktable and attempted to put the cover on, applying all her weight at once.
Yoh silently placed the just completed restraining ball on the table.
No. 29 paused for a moment.
“Hurry up.”
Yoh whispered without looking at her.
“Put it in the 『Complete』 case.”
Yoh snatched the incomplete restraining ball from No. 29’s workstation. No. 29 flinched and quickly placed the completed in the 『Complete』 case. Right after that, Butano arrived. He grabbed the restraining ball and threw it at the doll. The restraining ball opened perfectly, suspending the doll.
“Complete”
Butano said with a bored tone, and he moved to the next table. No. 29 let out a sigh of relief next to Yoh.
Yoh was in the process of dismantling the incomplete item he took from No. 29.
When he held it in his hand and examined it, he could see it was sloppily assembled. Wires and folding parts were forced into odd places. As a result, it was loose and didn’t fit properly.
“The pool has been cleaned.”
Yoh spoke as he disassembled the item.
“That so”
No. 29 replied curtly.
No. 29 had moved on to assembling the second restraint ball. Yoh observed No. 29’s actions as she disassembled the first one, noticing the haphazard approach.
“You should assemble it more carefully”
“It’s fine, I don’t care.”
“You’re going to mess up again. Just watch and learn.”
Yoh completely disassembled all the parts and began reassembling from scratch.
“First, like this”
Yoh instructed, demonstrating the assembly of the initial part.
“Next, like this.”
No. 29 followed Yoh’s instructions.
“And then, fold this cord like this and insert it”
No. 29 folded it casually.
“No, like this”
Yoh corrected the way the cord was folded, showing again.
Then, they moved on to the next part and the next.
“There’s not much extra space, so you need to fold everything neatly. Otherwise, the cover won’t fit properly”
Yoh explained while continuing the assembly.
Finally, they combined the two parts to form the cover. This time, No. 29’s restraint ball fit perfectly.
With a snap, No. 29 blinked in surprise. They seemed amazed by how well it turned out.
Yoh placed the completed item in an empty box, and immediately, Combatant X performed a test throw. The doll’s arms were restrained and lifted up.
“Pass.”
4
They were released from the underground factory at 8 p.m. Their stomachs were growling. The combatants were probably eating dinner cooked by the chef in the lounge by now. As service agents, they only had their packed lunches to eat in the waiting area.
“Oh no, I forgot to bring my lunch.”
Yoh didn’t even buy onigiri at the convenience store. The monastery’s meals were served from 6 p.m. to 8 p.m. It seemed like he would have to become friends with hunger today.
No. 29 was walking ahead of Yoh. They were paired up, but that didn’t mean they got along well. Yoh joined the team a week ago, and she joined just a week before him. She seemed to dislike her role as a service agent. There must be some hidden reason for her to be in that position.
When they returned to the waiting area, the buzzer rang.
“Baranka-sama ordered a delivery to Colombia. No.28 and No.29, handle it. If anyone else delivers it, they’ll be severely reprimanded.”
The intercom was rudely disconnected. Yoh and No. 29, who had arrived at the room first, exchanged glances.
It was normal to receive orders, but specifying the members was not common.
The problem was the one who placed the order. Baranka, the dark knight who was trying to court No.29 yesterday. That giant seemed to have quite an obsession with No.29 .
‘Or… could it be revenge against me?’
Yoh ground the Colombian beans in the back of the waiting area. He brewed Colombian coffee using a hand drip. It used to be a daily routine when he had a coffee shop.
His family owned a coffee shop that specialises in hand drip coffee. His parents managed the shop together. Yoh used to study at the counter of the shop. Of course, he also made coffee himself. He wasn’t as skilled as his father, but it was fun when it turned out well.
However, the business of the shop wasn’t doing well. It was probably a mistake to offer Blue Mountain, without any mix, at a price of a thousand yen. There were not many people in the countryside who appreciated the taste of coffee to that extent. For local people, cheap and decent coffee was good enough. A thousand yen for a cup seemed too expensive for them. The emphasis on coffee beans made all the other coffees expensive, and the lack of other options besides cakes due to his father’s principles was also a turn-off. A coffee shop where you couldn’t have a proper meal…That must have been the reason for the failure.
“Be careful out there”
A senior colleague called out.
Baranka had two black-haired beauties seated beside him on a leather sofa, lightly fondling their breasts. Next to him was the chubby combatant, Z – whom they referred to as Butano. Butano seemed to belong to Baranka’s team.
On the table, there were Chinese tea utensils neatly arranged. A large frame with a painting of roses hung on the wall, but honestly, it didn’t suit the surroundings. Darts were set up a little away from the sofa. The darts themselves were placed nearby.
The floor was covered with tiger fur. Each piece of furniture was luxurious, but their individual styles clashed, and it couldn’t be called tasteful. It resembled the rough personality of the owner.
The combat team’s resting area seemed to be made up of two rooms, a living room and the captain’s room. As soon as they opened the door and entered, there was the living room with a TV, table, and sofa arranged. It was a place where the exclusive combatants could relax. Beyond the door at the back was the captain’s room – it looked like a private space for the Dark Knight. Yoh don’t know what’s inside, but it’s probably not an ordinary place.
“I am Number 28.”
“I am Number 29.”
Bow their heads and say,
“We’ve been waiting for you, Number 29. Make me a cup of coffee now that you’re here.”
Baranka made a suggestive gesture and was clearly looking at Number 29 with lustful eyes.
“Help yourself”
Replied Number 29 coldly.
“You, are you still an agent of the Service Bureau?”
With a loud noise, Baranka stood up.
“Cheeky agents like you wouldn’t dare complain even if they were strangled to death, you know?”
“But shouldn’t you be strangling the right person? How about killing a Saint Agent?”
Baranka suddenly grabbed a dart and threw it. It grazed past Yoh’s ear and hit the door behind.
‘Dangerous…!’
Number 29 casually brushed her blonde hair with her finger.
“Do you think your short temper can defeat a Saint Agent?”
“Shut up!”
Baranka shouted.
“I was thinking of being nice to you both, but I’ve had enough! I’m going to kill you both!”
‘What the…!’
Yoh looked at number 29.
Number 29, as if a noble aristocrat, gazed calmly at their opponent. But Yoh couldn’t stand it. It was number 29 who made the cheeky remark. If number 29 was going to receive punishment, he could understand, but the idea of both of them being killed was no joke.
“I didn’t say anything!”
He quickly responded.
“You complained about me yesterday, didn’t you?”
He was speechless.
It seemed like he remembered it well. Baranka was the worst kind of boss.
“I’ll strangle you right now.”
Baranka took a step forward, and Yoh stepped back.
Yesterday had seemed like the best day, but would it all end today? Was the breast fondling yesterday just a fleeting moment before the match went out?
“Baranka-sama”
Butano whispered again.
“Quiet! Even if you try to stop me…”
“How about this? A little entertainment for everything?”
Butano suggested something. Baranka chuckled.
“You’ve got a clever mind.”
“Belzeria-sama is getting annoying with various demands.”
Baranka smiled smugly and ordered him to proceed. Butano grabbed a few Numb balls and threw one at each of them. Number 29 caught it gracefully, but Yoh almost dropped it. These weren’t dummy balls, they were real ones. If he dropped it, the floor would be stained with rainbows.
“Um… what is this for?”
“Aim at the dartboard over there. Each of you gets one shot. If you both miss, I’ll strangle both of you.”
“That’s absurd!”
Yoh couldn’t help but raise his voice.
In Numb-ball practice, Yoh was always missing. He couldn’t accept that his whole life would be determined by a single shot with a Numb-ball.
“Then do you want to die right now? I’m giving you a chance despite your impudence”
Baranka stared at them with cold eyes.
Ah.
No good. Those eyes won’t listen no matter what. They were like the intimidating people who came to collect debts. Butano was grinning too. But…
“I cannot obey that order”
Number 29 retorted.
“Do you want to go to the afterlife right now?!”
Baranka stood up.
The giant figure, over two metres tall, seemed almost capable of reaching the ceiling. It was not the size of a normal human. Muscles bulged and tensed, giving a ferocious appearance.
No.29 visibly flinched. Baranka’s eyes were filled with murderous intent.
“I don’t mind either way. Should I snap your spine right now? Or perhaps pull out your organs?”
No.29 pressed her lips together, clearly frustrated with the unreasonable command.
“Just hit the target, that’s all I need to do right?!”
No.29 retorted sharply and stepped forward. Gripping the Numb-ball tightly, she focused on the target ahead. The distance to the dartboard was about five metres.
With precision, No.29 threw the Numb-ball. It traced a parabolic arc, but…
“What?!”
He couldn’t help but raise his voice. Even Yoh let out a gasp.
The upper-right wall of the dartboard was splattered with vivid rainbow colours. The colours scattered dramatically. Although Numb-ball hadn’t missed a single shot yesterday, her Numb-ball had landed outside the target’s upper-right section.
“Death is getting closer”
Baranka said with a satisfied smile.
No.29’s face paled and she pleaded,
“Let me throw again──…”
“I said one shot per person!”
“But-”
“I’ll kill you myself!!”
“But killing someone over this, it’s not something a leader should do.”
Baranka’s arm extended.
‘No.29 is going to be killed…!’
For some reason, he didn’t know why. He didn’t even understand how he moved so swiftly. Yoh instinctively stepped in front of No.29.
“I’ll throw it.”
Baranka’s hand stopped just before Yoh’s neck. If he hadn’t stepped forward,No.29 would have been twisted to death for sure.
Baranka looked at Yoh.
‘Does he think I’m a cheeky man? Or is he assessing me?’
“If you miss, I’ll kill you instead”
Baranka said as he repositioned himself. The tension surged again.
One crisis passed, only to face another─no, the situation hadn’t changed at all. In the end, there was a chance they both might end up dead.
Why did I end up protecting 29号? Was it because I taught her how to assemble the weapon earlier? Because we’re partners?
It doesn’t matter right now.
All Yoh has left is one shot with the Numb-Ball. Whether he hits or misses will determine his entire life.
If he hits, he’ll continue living. If he misses, it’s all over.
‘Am I going to die?’
He thought absentmindedly.
Will Yoh Nigorikawa die here? After finding out about his Dad’s debt, unable to continue his studies but then suddenly being chosen as a monk and getting the chance to study, and meeting a beautiful master. Was his life happy overall? Or was it filled with unhappiness? He doesn’t know.
“Hurry up, will you!”
Baranka raised his voice. If he hesitates, he might be killed before even throwing the ball.
Damn it.
Shut up, big guy.
Yoh cursed in his mind. This was a matter of life and death.
Gripping the Numb-balls, Yoh stepped forward. As expected, Butano continued to smirk. In that instant, Yoh realized what Butano must have suggested to Baranka.
Certainly, he must have suggested, [Let’s make him throw the Numb-balls. After all, No.28 is terrible at it, so he’ll miss. If both of them miss, we can kill No.28 first, then let No.29 beg for her life while we touch her chest.]
Since middle school, he was always the type who schemed such things. That smirk must surely indicate such intentions.
Meanwhile, No.29 stood anxiously nearby, watching intently. She probably thought Yoh would miss.
‘If I hit it now, I might become a hero.’
An unnecessary thought arose. After all, he hit from 30 metres yesterday. What’s just 10 metres? Not a big deal.
Yoh mustered his determination and threw the Numb-balls. The ball arched in an unusually large trajectory.
‘This… this is a hit!?’
As soon as he thought that, the ball suddenly went into a steep descent. It lacked momentum.
‘Oh no!’
In that frozen moment, the ball landed far below the dartboard.
‘Ahh~ It missed!’
The word [death] danced in his mind.
Death flag raised. Now both No.29 and he are going to die.
“You miserable bastards. You both are sentenced to death”
Baranka stood up.
The giant obstructed their view.
“Die!”
A thick arm extended towards Yoh’s neck.
‘I’m going to die…!’
Yoh closed his eyes. However, for some reason, the grip around his neck never tightened.
‘Could it be that No.29 is going to die first?’
“Aah!”
Amidst the loud voice of a combatant, You opened his eyes. He saw Balanca’s mouth opening. No.29 gasped.
‘What’s…?’
Yoh turned his head and was also left speechless.
The Numb-balls missed, splashing rainbow-coloured ink on the wall. However, unexpectedly, it revealed something else—something hidden there. A dog-like figure emerged, drenched in the rainbow liquid from the Numb-balls.
“Spydog! It was using optical camouflage!!”
Baranka exclaimed.
Faster than Baranka’s pounce, Spydog kicked through the door and escaped.
“Chase after it!!”
The combatants shouted as they rushed out. Yoh and No.29 followed suit. Rainbow-coloured footprints scattered throughout the secret base’s corridor—evidence of Spydog’s presence.
“Take this too!”
A combatant handed Numb-balls to Yoh and ran ahead. The spydog was nowhere to be seen. Yoh held the ball and scanned left and right.
Then, it happened. The sound of a dog’s bark echoed around them. As Yoh turned around, he saw a swift strike of Spydog’s front paw.
Spydog had been lurking nearby and launched an attack on Yoh.
The mask covering Yoh’s face was peeled away. No.29 gasped as she saw his uncovered face.
A flash went off.
“Damn it!”
The Spydog turned and ran away. In a moment of instinct, Yoh threw the Numb-balls. The ball shot forward like a laser beam, directly hitting the Spydog.
“Oh, it hit!?”
Debris scattered as the Spydog fell to the floor. The combatants immediately pounced on the Spydog.
Yoh approached the broken Spydog. Its internal parts were exposed, and its exterior was heavily dented. It looked like a terminally damaged Terminator.
“Nice job, No.28!”
A combatant noticed Yoh and praised him.
“Did it scratch your face?”
“Huh? Oh, yes.”
“Get a new mask.”
The combatants patted Yoh on the shoulder.
“You did great. One shot and all. Maybe you should become a combatant?”
The other combatants laughed.
“Come on. Put on the mask quickly. Your face is too exposed”
Yoh bowed and walked away.
He was still a bit excited. It was an adrenaline rush. When the Spydog jumped at him, his blood boiled and he reflexively threw the , which ended up hitting its mark.
“You…”
No.29’s gaze met his. She looked utterly astonished.
“I hit it.”
“Yoh Nigorikawa…”
Yoh was taken aback.
Did she hear about it from Butano?
No, he couldn’t imagine Butano revealing anything about him to 29号.
“How do you know about me?”
“Well…”
She started to say but fell silent. Her beautiful blue eyes searched for excuses, looking flustered. Yoh looked at those blue eyes and golden hair. Rocket boobs came into his view.
He gasped.
He had seen the same thing many times at school.
“Could it be…Clarissa!?”
No.29 remained silent, pursing her lips as she stared at Yoh.
“Is that true?”
She didn’t answer and Yoh felt an urge to rip off her black butterfly glasses.
“It’s Clarissa, isn’t it?”
“It’s rude to ask about someone’s true identity.”
As if escaping from the situation, No.29 rushed into the waiting room. While following her from behind, Yoh had a strong intuition that it was indeed her. The combination of golden hair and blue eyes, her way of speaking, and most of all, those rocket boobs were the biggest evidence.
‘But why is she…?’
As Yoh and No.29 were there, the bespectacled, busty dark knight was secretly peeping at them…
5
After receiving a light disinfection in the medical room, Yoh put on a new mask and returned to the underground passage. Baranka’s room was located near the entrance reserved for executives.
In the passage where Spydog was destroyed, several combatants and two dark knights, Baranka and Baranka, were gathered.
“The problem is which entrance they invaded from”
Aizenaha’s voice could be heard.
“Damn it, I’ll crush them all!”
Baranka said with frustration.
As Yoh passed by the two, Butano turned his face towards him. Though obscured by goggles, his expression seemed quite frustrated.
Yoh walked through the underground passage towards the waiting room. The voices of his friends grew louder as he approached.
Upon entering the room, they exclaimed,
“Oi! Here he comes!”
“Well done, No.28!!”
They rushed towards Yoh, just like greeting a batter who hit a walk-off home run. Celebrating with joy, they patted his head.
“You’re amazing, even though you’re so young!”
“You’ve made a great achievement. There must be a reward for you”
Said a delighted comrade.
“Now, you’re the star today. Take a seat here”
The most experienced one guided Yoh to the best sofa seat. Soon, a female agent served him some tea.
“This is just between us, okay? We’ll let this slide. You took down Spydog in one shot, so there’s bound to be an amazing reward for you”
She said, even discreetly providing cookies that are typically reserved for executives. It’s been a while since Yoh enjoyed nibbling on a cookie.
Yoh looked around the room but couldn’t find his partner, No.29.
“Is No.28 here?”
A combatant appeared in the waiting room.
“Your reward has come”
And the combatant placed the reward in Yoh’s hand before leaving. His fellow comrades gathered around, curious to see what it was.
In his palm were seven pieces of gum, but only four remained.
“What’s this joke, you jerk!”
Veteran agent No.2 exclaimed.
“Taking down Spydog and getting only three pieces of gum!? You think you can mock the service members of the Order!?”
“Damn cheapskate Baranka! What the hell do they think of us!?”
Yoh’s comrades showered Baranka with abuse all at once. A commotion erupted, and several service members stormed out of the waiting room. They must have gone to directly complain to Baranka .
“Let’s divide it among us”
Yoh said, placing the reward on the table and leaving the room.
Honestly, he felt disappointed. It’s customary for executives to reward agents who have made significant achievements. But to receive leftover gum…it was hardly worth a child’s allowance. Though he saved his life by discovering Spydog and that alone might be considered a gain, he couldn’t help feeling down.
Service member were at the lowest rung, from the perspective of executives, they were just underlings.
Yoh looked at his watch. His duty hours for the day were over.
In the end, Clarissa didn’t reveal her true identity. She was nowhere to be found in the waiting room. Maybe she didn’t want to be confronted by him.
As he headed to the locker room, he noticed a well-endowed woman leaning against the wall. Her maid outfit accentuated her bust, which was sticking out like rockets.
It was No.29,Clarissa. She was still hiding her face behind the butterfly glasses but there was no mistaking it.
“That was quite a splendid reward you got.”
“The veteran guy was furious.”
“You just got lucky, right? The Numb-Ball happened to miss and hit Spydog”
“I might have used up all my luck.”
“If I reveal my true identity, you won’t be able to go to school anymore.”
“So, it’s really you, Clarissa.”
Clarissa remained silent. There was no need to threaten her if she wasn’t the real deal. The fact that he was resorting to threats meant that she was indeed the one.
“You should be careful with Butano.”
“Butano?”
“Combatant Z. He’s one of our classmates. If he finds out, who knows what he’ll do. He might walk into the freshly polished poolside with his shoes on or drop a monaka ice cream on you.”
“That’s what happened to you?”
Yoh smiled, and Clarissa frowned.
“What’s so funny?”
“Because I find it childish.”
Clarissa stared at Yoh intently, her eyes probing.
“Why are you working as a Service Member in a place like this?”
“I took on my father’s debt.”
“Then you didn’t need to become a monk.”
“It was after my father disappeared.”
Clarissa fell silent.
“Why is a Special Student working as a Service Member?”
“It’s none of your business, is it?”
“If you keep confronting Baranka like that, you’ll die next time.”
“That brute of a man is the worst.”
“I think he’s the worst too, but you’re just too much. If you are going to fight, you should do it with someone more decent.”
“If you lecture women, they’ll hate you.”
“If I don’t lecture them, we might get killed, right? If you make him angry again, we might both end up dead this time.”
Clarrisa didn’t respond.
“Okay, then I’ll go home.”
As he tried to pass by her,
“Wait.”
Clarrisa called out and looked intently at him.
“Close your eyes.”
She suddenly gave him an order.
‘Close my eyes? Could it be… a kiss?’
He entertained an entirely improbable thought.
“Hurry up.”
“Are you planning to do something?”
“Forget about it and just do it. You’re a monk, right?”
Reluctantly, Yoh closed his eyes.
In the evil organisation, there shouldn’t be any distinction between special students and monk students, but Yoh wondered if the upper-class people cared about such things. He didn’t know what she was going to give him, but it didn’t seem like a slap.
At that moment,
Suddenly, a sweet fragrance filled the air, and both arms wrapped around Yoh’s back. Two magnificent rockets pressed against his chest. A soft body pressed tightly against him.
Yoh opened his eyes in surprise.
Something unbelievable was happening. Clarrisa was hugging him. Her enormous and perky missiles were pressing firmly against his chest.
‘Ohh…! B-boobs…!!’
Unconsciously, his body wanted to jump for joy.
It was an incredible and delightful sensation. The plump and firm twin orbs were pushing against his chest, making their presence unmistakably known. The two rockets were pressed against him, leaving no doubt about their existence.
‘This… This feels amazing…!’
His mind was buzzing with excitement.
What is the cup size?
His heart was pounding so much that he couldn’t tell. All he knew was that they were undeniably huge. They might even surpass Akimoto Rina.
“It’s a thank-you for helping me during the assembly”
Clarissa whispered, and she exerted more strength in her arms. The bountiful swell bounced against Yoh’s chest. As she embraced him tightly, the twin bosoms pushed back with a similar force, trying to repel him. The pressure was incredible.
‘I’m going to get… excited…!’
“Thank you.”
With a final push of her chest against him, Clarissa walked away, heading to the women’s locker room.