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"I want Senpai to feed me!"
Spy Maid clasped her hands into small fists in front of her chest, deliberately lowered her body, and tilted her pretty face up, looking over with an irresistible upward angle: "Today is the first time Hanamori has given Senpai dessert, it's a big event worth remembering for a lifetime, so Senpai should reciprocate by feeding me as a return gift."
Amamiya Natsuki looked at her speechlessly: "…Don't you feel embarrassed?"
"Who said I don't?" Hayasaka Ai extended a finger and gently poked her soft, bouncy cheek. A blush spread across her delicate pink skin, and her tone was resentful, "I'm already burning hot from being played with by Senpai."
"…"
He wasn't sure about embarrassment.
But if he had to say who among the people he knew had the thickest skin, if the Hayasaka in front of him ranked second, no one could possibly be first.
If skin thickness were combat power, this Hanamori could defeat at least five hundred Komi!
"Just one daifuku."
Even though he knew the Hayasaka in front of him was deliberately acting cute, Amamiya Natsuki couldn't help but pick up his chopsticks.
No choice.
She was too good at it.
"Ah~"
Hayasaka Ai lightly parted her pink lips, slightly revealing two rows of pearly white teeth, her eyes sparkling: "Senpai's tone just now was super gentle, my favorability is almost full."
(Heh, men.)
The pretty face flushed, eyes full of anticipation Spy Maid, but the little demon in her heart was hugging her chest, humming proudly.
(I thought you'd refuse many times, who knew you'd give in on the third try.)
(I told you, how could any man be indifferent to my Strategy, unless he's psychologically abnormal!)
"Mmm…"
Hayasaka Ai bit into the daifuku, her cheeks puffing out like a little hamster's, letting out a satisfied sigh, and said indistinctly:
"When I first made the dessert this morning, I ate a daifuku, and it didn't taste as good as it does now… Indeed, the food Senpai feeds me tastes the best."
Marin said the cup noodles she snatched tasted the best.
Chika said the food from someone else's bento box tasted the best.
You really are good sisters with the same ideas!
Amamiya Natsuki's gaze suddenly shifted to Hayasaka Ai's right wrist.
"Senpai, what's wrong?"
Hayasaka Ai lowered her head, looked at her right hand, and quickly widened her eyes.
"Eh, why didn't the charge bar increase?"
Hayasaka Ai's mind raced, and she quickly thought of a possibility.
Just now, she was too busy with their mind games and being smug in her heart, of course she didn't feel any heart-pounding sensation!
"Senpai, you definitely weren't sincere just now, were you?"
Hayasaka Ai decided to strike first, taking the initiative.
Amamiya Natsuki paused: "What?"
"Girls are super sensitive creatures, they can feel a boy's intentions." Spy Maid said self-righteously, "In your eyes just now, there clearly wasn't the bright light from that night, that's why my heart didn't flutter."
"That's right, it must be like this."
Amamiya Natsuki narrowed his eyes: "I feel like you're calling a stag a horse, twisting black and white."
"No evidence means it doesn't count." Hayasaka Ai tilted her pretty face up again, "Senpai, quickly take responsibility and feed me another daifuku."
Coincidentally, Amamiya Natsuki wanted to verify what the heart-pounding value was all about, so he picked up another daifuku with his chopsticks and offered it to Spy Maid.
"Ah~"
Hayasaka Ai opened her mouth and gently bit the red bean daifuku.
Both looked at the wristwatch.
The charge bar on it had not increased.
"Strange…" Hayasaka Ai looked puzzled, "How come there's no change?"
That night, in the Haunted School corridor, just touching her hair made the heart-pounding value increase, but now there was no heart-pounding sensation? Feeding her should be a more intimate action, right?
"Senpai, please tidy my hair again."
Hayasaka Ai quickly said.
"Mm."
Amamiya Natsuki agreed, extended his right hand to Spy Maid, and tidied the strands of hair by her ear.
The two looked at the wristwatch again, but unfortunately, they still didn't get any charging energy.
"Tsk~ It's the exact same action as the night before last, why isn't it working?"
Hayasaka Ai bit her pink, moist lips, pondering, and suddenly thought of a possibility.
The truth might be simple.
Since it's called heart-pounding energy, then there must be a heart-pounding sensation.
Did her heart pound when she ate the strawberry daifuku and had her hair tidied just now?
No.
Because everything was within my plans.
It was like a script had been written and I was performing according to it, so I was already prepared. My heart rate didn't accelerate, and naturally, it couldn't fulfill the charging effect.
(Tsk~ If that's really the case, then it'll be troublesome.)
The Spy Maid inside the girl bit her finger and impatiently stomped her right foot.
(It needs heart-pounding energy to charge… How can there be so many heart-pounding moments in the world? Getting flushed and having your heart race when you see a boy you like, that's just a maiden plot from a manga, right?)
As a maid who had undergone professional spy training, Hayasaka Ai always upheld the banner of 'rationality'.
Spies don't need sentimentality, and they certainly shouldn't fall for their mission targets…
"S-Senpai?"
Hayasaka Ai snapped back to reality, suddenly realizing that Amamiya Natsuki had approached her at some point.
Only a foot separated them.
Outside, the sunlight was just right.
A ray of sunlight passed through the curtains, spilling in from outside, landing perfectly on Amamiya Natsuki.
Because of the angle, Hayasaka Ai felt that Amamiya Natsuki had a faint, hazy aura about him at that moment. Although he was only wearing an ordinary white shirt, he seemed to be radiating light.
The wisps of hair on his forehead.
His high nose bridge.
His slightly pursed lips.
And her own reflection in his bright eyes, all seemed to be faintly glowing.
A touch of blush quietly rose from Hayasaka Ai's ear, as if red ink had accidentally dripped into clear water, subtly spreading out.
Thump, thump, thump.
The sound of her accelerating heartbeat was exceptionally clear.
The Spy Maid's eyelashes trembled slightly, and for the first time, an emotion called panic appeared in her heart. Just as she was wondering what to do next, a soft buzzing sound suddenly drew both their attention.
Amamiya Natsuki heard the noise, looked at Hayasaka's right wrist, and raised an eyebrow in surprise, saying:
"The watch's charge bar is completely full."
"Eh?" Hayasaka Ai subtly shifted backward, looked down, "It really is."
Amamiya Natsuki looked at Hayasaka Ai, his tone subtle as he said:
"The charging progress is full, in other words, you just now…"
"Senpai was too unfair just now!"
Hayasaka Ai interrupted, picking up a cushion from the sofa and hugging it, "It's the first time I've been so close to a boy, I could even smell Senpai."
"Should I say I'm terribly sorry?"
"Considering Senpai's sincerity, I'll forgive you for now."
"…"
(Damn it, damn it, damn it!)
The Spy Maid in her heart began to stomp her feet again.
Although she was unwilling to admit it, she couldn't deny that she had indeed lost just now.
But it doesn't matter.
How could there be a Crown Prince for seventy years in the world? War is inherently about winning and losing.
The Spy Maid quickly shifted her attention to the wristband.
After charging was complete, the 'Form Change' button on the screen finally lit up; it had been gray before.
Hayasaka Ai curiously reached out and tapped it. Under their gaze, the wristband quickly transformed like Iron Man's armor, changing into a firearm within a few seconds.
It was larger than a normal pistol, entirely pink, and looked very cartoonish, truly a weapon exclusive to Magical Girl.
"The weapon form is finally unlocked." Hayasaka Ai's eyes lit up. She held the firearm with both hands, closed one eye, and assumed an aiming posture, "Senpai, shall we test its effect?"
Amamiya Natsuki was about to speak when the doorbell suddenly rang.
He got up to open the door.
"It's almost eleven, time to start preparing lunch…"
Miko appeared at the door, carrying groceries.
Yesterday at school, Miko had promised that if Amamiya Natsuki returned safely, she would be responsible for lunch, and she naturally wouldn't break her word.
"Miko-senpai, good afternoon."
Hayasaka Ai said with a smile.
"Eh, Hanamori?"
Miko was startled, recognizing Hayasaka Ai.
"I just arrived not long ago. Thanks to Senpai in the dungeon, I made some desserts to give to Senpai as a token of my gratitude," Hayasaka Ai explained the reason.
This Spy Maid was incredibly good at acting spoiled in front of Amamiya Natsuki, actively pursuing him in various ways. Now, facing an outsider, she instantly reverted to a demure young lady.
"Is that so…"
Miko and Hayasaka Ai were not very familiar, so she just nodded and greeted her.
"Come in." Amamiya Natsuki stepped aside from the door, "Where's Kyosuke?"
Miko said:
"He's at home doing homework."
"I'll go call him over later, we can eat together for lunch, since Auntie isn't home anyway." Amamiya Natsuki walked to the refrigerator and got Miko a can of drink, "Have something to drink first."
Miko held the drink with both hands, her gaze falling on the table. The Magical Girl's weapon had not been put away, and she couldn't help but ask curiously:
"What is this?"
"A Magical Girl's gadget gun." Hayasaka Ai explained the weapon's effect, "I was just about to test its effect with Senpai."
"It won't be dangerous, will it?"
Miko was a little worried.
"It's a Magical Girl for children. Magical Girl never use weapons to kill people." Amamiya Natsuki finished his complaint, then suggested with interest, "I suddenly remembered Octopus Paul on the Ghost Ship. Since Miko is here, how about we play roulette to decide who will be the test subject?"
"No, I refuse." Miko shook her head decisively, "I absolutely don't want to play that kind of game."
"Miko and I are just helpless girls," Hayasaka Ai followed up, "Surely, this kind of thing should be left to Senpai?"
"You said Miko is helpless?"
Amamiya Natsuki looked at Miko with a subtle gaze.
How could a girl who eats two bowls of rice per meal possibly have no strength!
"Stare—"
Miko's pretty face hardened, and she glared back.
"It's nothing." Amamiya Natsuki retracted his gaze, "I'll do it if I have to."
The best way to verify the effect of an item is to experience it firsthand.
"Senpai, then I'm shooting?"
Hayasaka Ai held the Witch's Gun with both hands.
Amamiya Natsuki nodded: "Shoot."
"The chest is a bit dangerous." Hayasaka Ai lowered the muzzle, "How about the thigh instead?"
Hey, hey, you said the thigh, but you aimed at the wrong spot!
A moment later.
Hayasaka Ai finally fired.
With a soft 'pew' sound, a colorful shooting star hit Amamiya Natsuki.
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