"Really?"
Ryuji's bloodshot eyes instantly locked onto Sizki, then slid down to her full, plump breasts. His voice trembled with anticipation as he asked.
"Really…"
Sizki let out a long sigh. She truly didn't dare risk letting Ryuji do anything to Seria right now. If he suddenly snapped and treated Seria the way he had treated Losh earlier, it would be disastrous.
After all, Ryuji's current state was clearly abnormal. And Seria was someone Sizki recognized as a true companion, a girl worth protecting. She couldn't allow Ryuji to hurt her.
In truth, if it weren't for Seria's close relationship with him, Sizki wouldn't have bothered looking after Ryuji at all. The impression he left on her was far from favorable, so her attitude toward him had always been guarded.
"Then I'm counting on you. Show me some cleavage—without it, it's really hard for me to… finish properly!"
Ryuji's tone was oddly sincere as he looked at the way Sizki's outfit hugged her chest.
"You… don't push your luck."
Her voice carried clear irritation, but she had already agreed. And if it was just watching, then she could endure it.
Besides, her outfit was already more revealing than she liked. She only wore this kind of clothing for the sake of combat practicality and affordability. Otherwise, she would have much preferred her usual long trousers and more modest dress.
Still, there was no helping it—these kinds of battle garments were both cheap and effective, and options were limited.
"Fine, fine… but only this once."
With a sigh, Sizki reached behind her back and loosened the fastenings of her top. She didn't bother stripping from above—too cumbersome. Instead, she simply let the fabric slide enough to reveal the lower curves of her breasts, offering Ryuji a tantalizing glimpse of her under-bust.
She shyly covered her chest with both hands, sitting with her legs pressed together on a stone nearby. Ryuji, on the other hand, unhesitatingly revealed his dick.
The sight of it springing forth made Sizki feel a swirl of emotions—part of her was smug about her own charm, part of her was exasperated at his shamelessness, and another part was questioning why on earth she had agreed to this in the first place.
Her tone turned sharp, almost scolding.
"This is the only concession you're getting, so hurry up already!"
"No problem!" Ryuji grinned.
He glanced at Sizki's closed thighs with a trace of disappointment, but the sight of those firm, wheat-colored thighs pressed tightly together was still more than enough to tempt him. Without hesitation, he sat cross-legged before her and stretched out his hand.
Sizki quickly turned her face away, too embarrassed to watch what he was doing.
But after waiting a while… she noticed something strange. She didn't hear anything. Not a single sound.
When he was with Seria, there had always been… well, obvious noises. The absence of them now made her oddly curious.
She stole a sideways glance at him.
That one glance left her completely dumbfounded.
Ryuji wasn't moving at all. He just sat there, frozen, staring down at his own hand with a grave, almost solemn expression, like he was contemplating some profound truth of the universe.
"You… what the hell are you doing?!"
Sizki forced herself not to explode, but her patience was wearing thin. Here she was, covering herself nervously, trying to keep more than her bronzed skin from showing, yet Ryuji wasn't even looking at her—he was just sitting there like a statue!
What kind of situation was this supposed to be?!
At last, Ryuji lifted his head, his expression utterly serious.
"I just remembered something—I once swore an oath. That I would never use my hands again!"
"..."
Sizki was speechless.
But Ryuji, oblivious to her silence, continued solemnly.
"To use one's hand is disgraceful! I swore I'd rather endure the pain than stoop to such shame again. A true king of the harem king must never fall so low!"
He spoke with such righteous conviction that Sizki nearly burst out laughing—or screaming.
Instead, she yanked her clothes back into place, hiding the tempting curves he'd been ogling. Only when the view vanished did Ryuji finally snap back to reality. In a panic, he lunged forward and clung to her thighs.
"Wait! Just give me a moment—I need to mentally prepare myself!"
Go to hell!
That was what Sizki desperately wanted to shout. But then she remembered his unstable state of mind. If she pushed him the wrong way, things could get dangerous. Gritting her teeth, she forced herself to stay calm.
"…So what exactly do you want, then?"
Ryuji looked at Sizki with hopeful eyes.
"Are your hands okay?" he asked.
She narrowed her eyes, pulling off her gloves to reveal palms hardened with calluses.
Unlike Ryuji, she had no shortcuts, no special resources. Every ounce of her strength had been built through fists and sweat. Her hands were covered with scars and small cuts from the intensity of her training. They were rough, even to her own touch. Sometimes when she absentmindedly ran her palms across her body, it felt like she was scraping herself with a blade.
She didn't know what felt comfortable for a man, She didn't understand why men found that thing of theirs so delicate yet sensitive. But one thing she was sure of—it was fragile. Something so fragile couldn't possibly feel good when touched by hands like hers, could it?
"Are you sure?" she asked sharply, not even giving Ryuji the chance to answer before continuing.
"If you can endure it, then… maybe."
Her tone carried irritation, but Ryuji simply held her hand, his face utterly sincere.
"That's fine. I believe in you. And besides, no matter how rough you think your hands are, coming from a beautiful girl like you—they're still far better than mine could ever be."
His earnestness caught her off guard. She blinked at his expression, realizing he wasn't joking. He meant it.
And suddenly, Sizki faltered.
"M-my hands are really rough… there are scars. It might hurt…" she stammered.
But Ryuji only tightened his grip and gazed at her with unwavering trust.
"It doesn't matter. I trust you. And you're beautiful. Even if your hands were ten times rougher, I'd still prefer them."
Her thoughts spun out of control. Just moments ago, she had been furious at his shameless advances. Somehow, that had shifted into baring her chest to him, and now—now she was about to…
How had things spiraled this way?
Before she could think further, Ryuji guided her hand down—pressing it against his dick.
Her eyes widened in shock. The sensation made Ryuji's body jolt like he'd been cut with a knife. Yet as he moved her palm slightly, letting it graze across the rough texture of her skin and the softer warmth of her palm, a shiver of pleasure coursed through him.
When the scars brushed him, it was sharp, almost like being grazed by teeth—an oddly thrilling pain. It triggered a memory.
Yes… he'd once fantasized about scar-play with Chobung, who was covered with scars.
So this… this was fine.
Sizki froze, staring in disbelief at her own hand, moving awkwardly across Ryuji's dick. She couldn't believe something so slippery and warm could exist in her grasp—or that he'd just exposed such a weakness so freely.
If she clenched her fist, it would be over for him.
But then she saw his expression—utterly immersed in pleasure. She saw Seria's calm, peaceful face in her sleep nearby. And she saw herself, bewildered, caught in a situation she hadn't meant to create.
All she could do was sigh softly.
"…Just this once."
With a hesitant awkwardness, she began to move her hand, helping him release.
What she didn't realize was that, in that moment, Ryuji's mind was struck by a revelation.
As expected—serious girls like her could only be swayed through fait accompli.
Trusting his instincts, letting them take control, he once again felt affirmed. His impulses might fail him in many things—but when it came to women, they never let him down.
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