Chapter 100 Ayanokouji's True Intentions
"Hikigaya, this move of yours...
Is actually a bit much!"
Ayanokouji Kiyotaka's expression changed instantly. Because Hikigaya's "deliberate heavy punch" was aimed straight for his lower body—the groin!
Never mind him; even if it were Mike Tyson, he'd be hitting the floor after taking a hit like that!
"Weren't you the one who said it? That you'd stand still and let me hammer you.
I thought you'd trained in some kind of Iron Crotch technique!"
Hikigaya looked at him with utter disdain, as if saying: You're just a useless flake who can't keep his word!
"There is no such martial art... oh wait, no, I haven't trained in anything!" Ayanokouji Kiyotaka still tried to make a pointless cover-up.
"Trained in nothing? And yet you can push back the 'Rookie King' of the Martial Arts Club with one punch?" To spite Ayanokouji, Hikigaya pinched his nose and accepted that ridiculously cringe title.
"It was just a fluke." To prove his claim, Ayanokouji didn't dodge this time; he took a solid kick from Hikigaya right to the stomach.
"Such bad acting...
An ordinary person would at least fall over after a kick like that.
You're standing there as still as a mountain—it's too fake!Again!"
Hikigaya delivered a powerful rising elbow strike, landing it square in Ayanokouji's chest.
"Pffft!"
'Seriously, you really aren't holding back at all!'
Even though he flexed his pectoral muscles, Ayanokouji still felt a wave of suffocating, sharp pain. After all, based on weight, he was a lightweight fighter at best. No matter how strong his physical fitness was, it was impossible to exceed the limits of a human body.
However, his endurance was truly astounding; he didn't let out a single groan.
"The expression is off. If you're faking it, you should at least look like you're in pain, right?"
While critiquing, Hikigaya raised his hands and landed several quick straights, slamming them into Ayanokouji's face.
"Is it like this?" Ayanokouji furrowed his brows, imitating the painful expression of a movie protagonist being stepped on by a villain.
"The expression is barely a pass, but it's still missing one emotion.
And that is—fear!"
Hikigaya changed his fist into a spear hand, thrusting his fingers directly toward Ayanokouji's eyes! Ayanokouji remained unmoved, staring calmly at the fingertips hovering just inches away. Of course, Hikigaya didn't actually dare to gouge his eyes; the eyes are even more fragile than the crotch.
"I was trying to understand just now," Ayanokouji Kiyotaka's gaze turned deep and hollow. "To see if I could awaken the 'fear' you spoke of."
"Do you have some kind of serious mental illness?" Hikigaya stopped his physical assault. Beating up a psychiatric patient is against the law!
"Why did you stop?
Hikigaya, keep hitting me.
Come on~ Let me feel this 'fear' you mentioned." Ayanokouji took a proactive step forward.
"That's enough, you freak!" Hikigaya felt a sudden chill run down his spine. At this moment, he finally understood: Ayanokouji's brain was absolutely not normal!
'Is it because I'm a 'madman' in the eyes of ordinary people?'
Ayanokouji thought of his fellow members in the White Room—every one of them had broken down, crying for their parents and dropping out because they couldn't endure the experiments. In the end, only he had persevered.
"Tch! Don't ask me!" Hikigaya showed total resistance. He didn't want to investigate a single thing about Ayanokouji's past!
"Eh? I actually wanted to tell you my story." Ayanokouji looked disappointed.
"Stop right there! Don't you dare tell me!
Anyway, your stalling tactic... you've achieved your goal by now, right?" Hikigaya was extremely impatient.
"Stalling tactic?
Ah, I almost forgot about that...
But, it should be considered complete."
Ayanokouji nodded with an indifferent expression. Initially, he had sought out Hikigaya specifically to tie him down. But as things progressed, it somehow turned into him being one-sidedly beaten...
Of course, all of this was voluntary. It sounds strange, but it's a fact that he stood there and let Hikigaya punch and kick him.
He had harvested quite a bit of "emotion"; the only regret was that he failed to grasp what "fear" was in the end.
Having achieved his goal, Ayanokouji turned and left.
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Hikigaya turned back to the river and immediately noticed that the clothes Horikita Suzune had left on the bank had been rummaged through. The keycard that was originally in the pocket had been taken out.
Hikigaya looked at the keycard and saw an unexpected name written on it: Matsushita Chiaki!
'This is too damn fake!'
Hikigaya peeled off the sticker, revealing the original name: Horikita Suzune.
"Such a clumsy disguise, but with time being so tight, the other party might really not be able to tell the difference. They probably just took a photo and left..."
At this moment, Hikigaya finally understood Ayanokouji's intention behind tampering with Manabe's digital camera that night. The white bra and underwear were scattered to the side, showing that the person who did this was in a huge hurry.
Hikigaya picked them up one by one, skillfully folding them—good habits are important... Wait, no! Since when did I have such a 'habit'?!
Just then, the sound of footsteps coming out of the water came from behind. Tap, tap, tap~ Horikita Suzune stepped onto the ground barefoot, wrapped in a bath towel.
"Horikita, let me explain, it's not what you think..." Hikigaya's face froze as he prepared to make an excuse.
"Are you folding my clothes for me?"
"..."
Horikita's light, airy voice drifted over, instantly shattering the speech Hikigaya had prepared. 'Wait, what...?'
However, Horikita's next move left him completely speechless. Right in front of him, she reached out and unwrapped the towel. A blinding "holy light" almost made it impossible for him to keep his eyes open!!
"Help me put them on..." Horikita's voice was exceptionally soft now, even carrying a hint of acting like a spoiled child.
'This girl... she definitely has a fever!!!'
Left with no choice, Hikigaya had to personally help her dress.
'By the way, your size is a bit tight; you need to go up a size!'
Looking closely, Horikita Suzune had grown quite a bit this semester. She had officially moved from C-cup to D-cup... Although her specific measurements were a hair's breadth behind Kushida Kikyo, the difference was negligible.
'Wait! Staring unscrupulously at a girl's measurements—Hikigaya Hachiman, do you have any idea what you're doing!!'
Horikita Suzune, meanwhile, looked dazed, her clear eyes filled with a bit of "natural airheadedness." This gave Hikigaya a slight sense of guilt.
"Horikita, can you walk on your own?"
"..."
"Sigh!"
'Don't be like this! Can you be a bit more normal?'
Hikigaya could barely control his racing heart! After he picked her up, Horikita naturally leaned against his back, closed her eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.
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Back at the Camp
Seeing Hikigaya returning with Horikita on his back, everyone in Class D cast startled glances. Especially Kushida Kikyo—her eyes were bulging so wide they looked like they were about to fall out!
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