Vol. 2 Chapter 6 – Match and Punishment Game (2)

“C-Call you by your first name…?” (Reiya)
“Yep, easy, right?” (Hikaru)
“…Just once? Or just for today?” (Reiya)
“Of course, from now on, forever. By the way, the loser has no right to refuse.” (Hikaru)

A demand far exceeding what felt appropriate for winning a single game was thrust upon me.

“Shouldn’t we maybe… take things a bit more gradually…?” (Reiya)
“…Even though you call my brother ‘Taiju-san’ by his first name?” (Hikaru)
“Ugh…” (Reiya)

Struck by the irrefutable logic delivered in a sharp, glaring tone, I lost the words to argue back.

“Come on, try saying it? Hi-ka-ru…” (Hikaru)
“Hi-Hikaru-sa—” (Reiya)
“No ‘-san’.” (Hikaru)

The compromise I had barely managed to find was instantly shot down.

Her face still held a beaming smile, but that only intensified the pressure, leaving no room for argument.

Naturally, I had never once in my life called a girl by her first name without honorifics.

However, it was a fact that I was the loser.

There were many things I wanted to say, but as a gamer, I had to accept it.

“…Hikaru?” (Reiya)

Steeling myself, I uttered the three heavy syllables.

“That was a question. One more time.” (Hikaru)

S-Strict…

“Hikaru…” (Reiya)
“One more time for good measure.” (Hikaru)
“Hikaru.” (Reiya)
“What is it? Reiya-kun.” (Hikaru)

She replied in a syrupy sweet tone, as if there were hearts attached to the end of her words.

Amidst this embarrassing ordeal, the fact that she was also calling me by my first name seemed utterly trivial.

“So… is it my turn to choose next…?” (Reiya)
“Yep, pick whatever you like. Of course, if you lose again, the punishment game is the same.” (Hikaru)

She spoke with the confidence of someone who had already won.

Which game should I choose to defeat her…?

Racking my brain, I looked through the library sequentially, but every option seemed reckless.

While I had more gaming experience, there was an overwhelming gap in our innate abilities.

I should assume she’s good at any game involving action elements.

For the same reason, choosing a shooter title was also risky.

…In that case, the options were limited to games that tested experience and thinking power rather than reflexes or judgment.

However, the simulation games I excelled at took too long, and besides, the rule was we couldn’t pick a game the other hadn’t played.

Which meant, the choice was—

“Okay, let’s go with that one.” (Reiya)

I moved away from the PC and took a different controller from the shelf under the TV.

Switching the input source, she smirked as she saw the game displayed on the screen.

“I see~, so that’s your move~…” (Hikaru)

The title I chose was ‘Fruit Game.’

A falling object puzzle game that held significance for us.

With this game not requiring precise controls, off-board tactics would be nullified.

Above all, luck played a strong role, allowing for an even match regardless of innate ability—

“Yaaaay! I win!” (Hikaru)

The moment my fruit flew out of the box, victory was loudly declared beside me.

The final score was 3700 to 7500, a defeat by double the points.

She, going first, had easily achieved the Double Jackfruit that had given us so much trouble before.

There’s a limit to how clutch someone can be.

Facing that situation going second felt like being sent onto a battlefield where the outcome was already decided.

“Now then… what should I make you do next~…” (Hikaru)

I felt a leering gaze from beside me.

Thinking about it carefully, there was no way I could beat this person through sheer luck.

Thinking I had brought the match to an even playing field, I had only invited my own defeat.

I would meekly accept my loss.

“Okay, sit there and spread your legs?” (Hikaru)
“…Legs? I spread them, but…” (Reiya)

As instructed, I sat on the bed and spread my legs left and right.

“Excuse me~” (Hikaru)

Then, she slipped right into the space between them.

“Um… what is this…?”
“This means we stay in this position until I go home today.” (Hikaru)
“Even when we play games…?”
“Of course! Now then, what should we play next~…” (Hikaru)

Leaning back against me slightly, she began choosing the next game.

It was impossible not to be conscious of this close proximity.

From the top of her head right in front of my nose drifted that distinctly feminine floral scent.

“Let’s do this one. We’ll compete based on who gets further in one try.” (Hikaru)
“Ah, okay… Got it.” (Reiya)

When I took the controller she handed me, I naturally ended up in a position like I was hugging her from behind.

Perhaps that stimulated something further in her, as she leaned back even more, pressing closer.

There was no way I could focus on the match in such a state, and I suffered defeat after defeat.

“Okay, next, I think I’ll have you feed me this chocolate.” (Hikaru)

Each time, she made various demands of me.

“From now on, if I make a good play, you have to pat my head.” (Hikaru)

With each round, the demands escalated further and further.

I had always thought she had a naturally cheerful and somewhat childish personality.

But her current clinginess was like she had regressed to infancy.

Maybe she had just been holding back in front of everyone until now, and this was her true self.

“Hmm… what should I pick next~… Nom.” (Hikaru)

Having suffered my fifth defeat, I brought a piece of chocolate to her mouth while awaiting the next verdict.

“Since we’re at it, let’s do a proper punishment game just once.” (Hikaru)

She reached into her bag and took out a small pouch.

Placing it on the bed, she spun her body 180 degrees on the spot.

This time, she spread her legs and sat astride my lap, facing me.

“W-What’s going to happen this time…?” (Reiya)

I held my breath at the position, which was even more dangerous than before.

Even the slightest movement from her sent stimulation to places it shouldn’t.

Still, I disciplined myself to ensure I absolutely did not enter battle-ready mode.

“This time~… I’m going to put makeup on Reiya-kun~” (Hikaru)

Smiling slyly before me, she took out a brush-like tool from the pouch.

“M-Makeup…?”
“Yep, I’ve always wanted to try this. Reiya-kun, you have a bit of a baby face, so I think it’ll suit you.” (Hikaru)
“No, but… a guy wearing makeup is really…”
“Lots of guys wear makeup these days, you know? You see it often on Tiktak and Minsta.” (Hikaru)

As she spoke, the preparations continued cheerfully.

Brush-like things, pen-like things.

A variety of tools completely unfamiliar to me as a guy were being laid out.

“Okay, don’t move.” (Hikaru)
“A-Are you really doing this…?” (Reiya)

I asked, looking into her eyes closer than I ever had before.

“Of course, it’s a punishment game. The loser obeys the winner… right?” (Hikaru)

She said it with a bewitching smile.

“Alright… But, please be gentle…” (Reiya)

My resolve was set… not really, but defying her now was impossible for me.

“Okay then… Close your eyes?” (Hikaru)

As instructed, I closed my eyes, and my senses other than sight became even sharper.

The pleasant weight on both thighs.

The sweet, distinctly feminine scent tickling my nostrils.

From where we touched, I could feel her body heat, almost hot.

This proximity wasn’t just close; she had declared an all-out attack, after all.

Her offensive power (clinginess) in her second form far surpassed my imagination.

Perhaps I had opened Pandora’s Box, a box that should never have been opened.

I could feel the warmth even through the air on the surface of my face.

Her breath faintly brushed against my face.

If I opened my eyes, her face would surely be closer than I had ever seen it before.

This felt like heaven… no, maybe I was actually in heaven right now.

My heart pounded as I waited, completely at her mercy.

However, even after some time passed, there was no sign of anything touching my face.

Squinting slightly to check the situation, I saw her frozen, just staring intently at my face.

“…Is something wrong?” (Reiya)

I opened my eyes and asked her, seeing her troubled expression.

“Actually… I kind of don’t want to… maybe…” (Hikaru)

As if her earlier enthusiasm was a lie, she uttered words of hesitation.