[CG63: Too Stimulating (Morishita Ai)]
[Shikime Natsu actually dared to do something like that to Morishita Ai — from this day forward, Shikime Natsu can only ever belong to Morishita Ai!]
[Congratulations, Host! You have obtained Skill Card: Infatuation (Passive Ability — as long as someone who already has feelings for you is near you, their affection will continue to rise steadily.)]
Inside the dim little cabin, accompanied by the faint, delicate rustle of fabric shifting against fabric.
Morishita Ai's soft, pale little hands were pulling her white T-shirt back over her small, delicate body.
Only once she had wrapped herself back up properly — every inch covered — did Morishita Ai let out a long, slow breath. Even now, that exquisite little face of hers was still flushed with a breathtaking shade of red.
The rosy colour had spread from her cheeks all the way to the tips of her small ears, and even the pale skin of her neck glowed with an alluring pinkish lustre.
After straightening her clothes, she raised her head slightly.
In those amethyst-clear violet eyes of hers, a lingering, hazy mist still hadn't fully faded.
She looked at the man leaning casually against the wooden wall before her — clothes slightly dishevelled, yet still radiating that lethally magnetic appeal — and bit down hard on her lower lip, which was still a little swollen and red from before.
Then, Morishita Ai mustered her most indignant expression and levelled an accusation at Shikime Natsu.
"Shikime Natsu! You... you are an absolutely complete and utter pervert!"
Her voice, however, came out sounding far more like an adorable pout than a genuine condemnation.
"To do something so outrageous, so utterly shameless to the noble Morishita Ai! Major deduction! A serious criminal offence!"
Hearing that extremely classic case of the guilty party filing the complaint first, a sly glint flashed through Shikime Natsu's pale golden eyes.
He looked at the rosy-cheeked, frequency-shifted beauty before him and couldn't help letting out a soft, quiet laugh.
He didn't bother saying anything to refute her.
After all, if anyone were to actually pursue the matter — in this small, enclosed little cabin, it was perfectly plain to see exactly who had pounced first, and who had thrown all decorum aside and shoved their shirt up without a second thought.
It had unambiguously been the girl in front of him who had been far, far too forward.
Shikime Natsu quietly savoured the memory of that bout of madness in his mind, and found himself marvelling inwardly.
Of all the beautiful girls he'd ever been involved with, Morishita Ai was without question the most proactive, the most thoroughly unpredictable type of them all.
They had only just confirmed their relationship with each other — and in the most forceful way imaginable, at that.
They hadn't even been on a proper date yet. They hadn't so much as held hands for a stroll — and yet Morishita Ai had gone and skipped straight to trying to seize absolute dominance, to possess him completely and utterly.
And she hadn't merely thought about it, either. She had acted on it — with wild, decisive abandon.
Perhaps... that was just one of the charmingly incomprehensible things about a frequency-shifted girl?
No — more accurately, this was simply what happened when a girl who'd spent too much time bingeing on all manner of late-night manga had a head stuffed full of nonsense, and that was how she'd come to interpret the concept of "making it official."
That said — Shikime Natsu didn't actually mind that blunt, slightly clumsy possessiveness of hers.
He didn't mind it at all. If anything, he found the experience of being forcibly "pushed down" by her to be rather novel. Quite entertaining, really.
Right now, Morishita Ai was still verbally insisting that Shikime Natsu was a pervert — and yet her cheeks were burning hot enough to cook on.
She had actually... truly... done that sort of thing with this man right here, on the floor of this tiny little cabin that didn't even have a bed.
That last thin thread of modesty belonging to a pure young girl had stood no chance whatsoever against the pressure of Shikime Natsu's overwhelming presence.
And not only had she failed to hold on to it — she had matched him with a degree of coordination that was frankly rather impressive.
Morishita Ai let the memory of what had just happened replay briefly in her mind, and immediately felt as though her brain was about to start smoking.
But — thank goodness.
She pressed a hand to her still-racing heart and counted her blessings with profound relief.
Thank goodness that while it was happening, nobody had suddenly shoved the cabin door open.
Thank goodness nobody had gotten curious and quietly peeled back one of the broad leaves blocking the gap in the window for a little peek inside.
Because if they had — if that wooden door had swung open in the middle of everything, or if another person's voice had come drifting in from outside —
Morishita Ai was fairly certain she would have died on the spot from sheer mortification. Combusted internally. Right here. Instant death by shame.
This was the deserted island — the wilderness of a special exam where students from other classes could show up at any moment.
And on top of that, Shikime Natsu's three famously beautiful girlfriends could have turned back at any second, coming to look for him.
In an environment this easy to get caught in, with absolutely no preparation, for something like this to just... happen.
It was mortifying beyond all description.
But then again.
For some reason she couldn't quite explain.
Once that wave of shame had ebbed back a little —
A peculiar light glimmered quietly in Morishita Ai's violet eyes.
She felt... incredibly exhilarated.
That sense of transgression — the feeling that they could have been discovered at any moment. The suffocating intimacy of that dark cabin, where the only sounds were each other's heartbeats and breathing.
It had been thrillingly, sinfully exciting.
That rush of adrenaline — like dancing on the edge of a knife — satisfied something deep in the soul of Morishita Ai, a frequency-shifted girl who had always chased after "the truly extraordinary."
Morishita Ai took a deep breath.
Her gaze fell on Shikime Natsu once more.
Looking at this absurdly handsome man — so handsome it was impossible to look away.
The next instant.
Without a shred of hesitation, Morishita Ai stepped forward.
She reached out again with those slender arms of hers and wrapped them tightly around Shikime Natsu's firm, sturdy waist.
Then she tilted her head up, the expression on that exquisite little face carrying a proprietary, sovereign dominance — the look of someone staking their claim.
Morishita Ai spoke to Shikime Natsu.
"Listen carefully, Shiki-Natsu."
"The Shikime Natsu before me now belongs, inside and out, wholly and completely, to Morishita Ai — that is an established fact."
She tilted her chin up slightly, her violet eyes gleaming.
"Even if you, Shikime Natsu, you two-timing turnip, were to try and take it back now — it won't do you any good. Officer Morishita has already locked down all the evidence. You have no escape."
Hearing that adorable, possessive little declaration from the girl.
Shikime Natsu reached out naturally and draped an arm around her slender, soft waist.
He tilted his head down, his pale golden eyes brimming with warmth and indulgence.
Shikime Natsu smiled.
"Of course. I have absolutely no intention of taking it back."
Hearing that satisfying answer, the corners of Morishita Ai's lips finally curved upward in an arc she could no longer suppress — fully, completely, irrepressibly.
After holding on for a little while longer, Morishita Ai finally drew back from Shikime Natsu's arms.
She turned around and made to leave.
But at the very moment she took her first step.
Morishita Ai paused, just slightly.
She looked down, staring at her own legs with a sort of bewildered disbelief.
She discovered that she seemed to be walking in a perfectly normal fashion. Despite how intense things had been just now, her body hadn't reacted the way those late-night manga always depicted — she wasn't in pain so bad she couldn't move, nor were her legs so wobbly she needed someone to prop her up.
On the contrary — aside from a bit of an aching heaviness — her movements were barely affected at all.
Could it be... that Morishita Ai simply had an exceptionally robust constitution?
Morishita Ai found herself genuinely pondering this question in earnest.
Could it be that, because she had always maintained healthy habits and a regular lifestyle, this petite little body of hers was secretly hiding a recovery ability on par with a Super Saiyan?
At that thought, Morishita Ai couldn't help but straighten up and puff out her chest.
Naturally.
She arrived at a supremely self-assured conclusion in her heart: Morishita Ai was a singularly special, Chosen One, blessed with a superhuman constitution.
Morishita Ai turned her head, looked at Shikime Natsu, and resumed that perfectly deadpan tone of hers.
"All right then."
"Seeing as Suspect Shikime Natsu has now been brought to justice by Officer Morishita and has received the punishment he deserves —"
"Officer Morishita must now go and attend to other matters. The champion of justice is a very busy person."
With that, Morishita Ai strode directly to the cabin door. She lifted away the wooden bar that served as the latch with practiced ease, and with a soft clack, pushed the door open.
Fresh air rushed in at once, flooding the little cabin that had been saturated with a certain unmistakable warmth.
Morishita Ai didn't look back. She walked straight out of the cabin.
Her steps looked steady, but if you watched carefully, you could tell they were lighter and quicker than usual — her heart clearly carrying a joy and sweetness she couldn't quite conceal.
Shikime Natsu watched the girl's retreating figure grow smaller.
"Officer Morishita — now that you've apprehended your suspect... how about you come stay over at my place tonight?"
At those words.
Morishita Ai, who had just stepped outside the cabin, stumbled mid-stride.
Her whole back went rigid in an instant.
Tonight... come stay over?
Didn't that mean spending the night together in this pitch-dark cabin with no lights whatsoever, with this man whose stamina appeared to have no bottom?
What would happen that night was something anyone could figure out with their pinky toe!
The colour that had barely just begun to cool from Morishita Ai's face surged back instantly — red as a freshly boiled crab.
She spun around sharply, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and fired a flat refusal at Shikime Natsu inside the cabin.
"Absolutely not! No! Not a chance!"
She glared at him furiously and launched into an outraged tirade.
"Shikime Natsu! You really are a one hundred percent, top-of-the-line, gold-standard kiss-crazed mega-pervert!"
"After doing all those outrageous things in this cabin just now, you still aren't satisfied — you're already thinking about doing it again tonight with Morishita Ai?!"
"Pervert! Pervert! Absolute pervert!"
After hurling "pervert" at him three times in a row — seemingly terrified that Shikime Natsu might charge out and haul her bodily back —
Morishita Ai turned on her heel instantly, those pale, slender legs of hers taking off like the wind, fleeing the scene of the crime as fast as they could carry her.
That small figure vanished quickly from Shikime Natsu's amused gaze, disappearing into the trees.
But before Shikime Natsu even had time to look away.
Less than half a minute had passed.
That small figure that had disappeared behind the trees came right back.
Morishita Ai poked that fluffy purple head of hers out from behind a large tree.
That exquisite little face was still rosy with lingering colour. She looked at Shikime Natsu standing in the doorway of the cabin and spoke in a tone of absolute righteousness.
"However..."
"Although I will absolutely, under no circumstances, be coming over tonight — at lunchtime today, Morishita Ai will be coming here to eat."
After all... Shikime Natsu's cooking was exceptionally delicious. Now that she had officially become his girlfriend — had given him her first kiss and everything else — then naturally, Morishita Ai was entitled to make full and reasonable use of the special privileges that came with the position!
Having said her piece, Morishita Ai trotted off again.
Shikime Natsu turned and cast a glance at the interior of the cabin, then activated [One-Touch Clean], restoring the place to its original state in an instant.
Once all the tidying was done, Shikime Natsu stretched out lazily, and once again stepped out of the small cabin with his usual unhurried ease.
He tilted his head back to look at the sunlight filtering down through the gaps in the leaves overhead — a little blinding, the way it fell.
The conditions of the deserted island special exam were harsh, to be sure — but as things stood right now...
With these lovely girls keeping him company, this deserted island trip was turning out to be quite a pleasant little holiday, all things considered.
What he needed to do next was prepare a proper supply of food.
Not just for Morishita Ai, but for Kamuro Masumi, Sakura Airi, and Shiina Hiyori as well.
With that in mind, Shikime Natsu didn't linger in front of the cabin any longer.
He followed the route he'd already scouted and made his way back down to the clear, shallow river.
Sunlight danced across the shimmering surface of the water, and through the crystal clarity you could easily see plump, healthy fish darting back and forth among the waterweeds.
Shikime Natsu stood on the riverbank, a glint of light flashing through those pale golden eyes.
He slowly extended his right hand — then moved with sudden, decisive speed, sweeping from the bottom up, and pulled virtually all the fish in the river straight up onto the bank.
Looking at the fresh catch scattered all around him, Shikime Natsu gave a satisfied nod.
This many fish was more than enough. If there were any left over, he'd distribute them to the others.
After all, the entire hunting process had taken less than a minute — far less time than it would take anyone else.
Shikime Natsu found a large leaf, loaded all the fish into it, and carried them back to his cabin. To keep them fresh, he didn't rush to process all of them at once.
Instead, he picked up a tool and quickly dug a small pit in the ground near the cabin.
He lined it with broad leaves, poured in water carried from the river, and fashioned himself a simple little holding pool.
He put the majority of the fish — the ones he wouldn't need right away — into the pool, making sure there was enough water inside, and ensuring the fish wouldn't die too quickly in the short term.
Then Shikime Natsu selected one fish, relit the fire, cleaned and prepared it, and set it to roasting.
He sat beside the fire and patiently rotated the stick in his hand, until the fish had been grilled to a beautiful, even golden brown.
When the surface of the fish crisped up ever so slightly, and the fish oil dripped down along the grain of the meat and sizzled against the embers, sending up an even richer, more mouth-watering aroma —
Once the grilled fish was ready, Shikime Natsu took it and set off, intending to wander around the deserted island at leisure and see if he happened to cross paths with any lovely girl — and then begin the feeding portion of the program.
He hadn't been walking long when, pushing through a dense thicket of undergrowth, he caught sight of a furtive, stealthy little figure.
It was a petite girl with a neat crop of blue-green hair.
Wasn't that Ibuki Mio from Class C?
And at the very moment Shikime Natsu spotted her —
Ibuki Mio, who had been rummaging through the bushes for something, clearly heard his footsteps. She snapped her head around alertly and spotted Shikime Natsu standing not far away.
When she made out exactly who it was.
A flash of open, intense displeasure and hostility passed through Ibuki Mio's blue-violet eyes.
Which was perfectly understandable.
After all, to Class C, the man called Shikime Natsu was nothing less than a thoroughgoing leech.
He had bled an enormous sum of private points directly out of Class C's hands.
And on top of that, every month from here until graduation —
They were going to be forced to hand this guy a substantial number of points, month after month. He had done all of that to Class C — how could Ibuki Mio possibly not resent him?
Seeing that expression on Ibuki Mio's face — like she was bracing for an enemy assault — Shikime Natsu didn't pay it the slightest bit of mind.
The corner of his mouth curved into an easy, pleasant smile as he took a couple of natural steps toward Ibuki Mio and remarked casually,
"What a coincidence."
"I didn't expect to run into Ibuki-san out here."
At that greeting.
Ibuki Mio bristled like a wild kitten with its fur standing on end.
She watched Shikime Natsu with wary eyes, instinctively took half a step back, and tightened her grip on the small bundle of wild berries she'd gathered in a makeshift leaf wrap.
They looked a little unripe, and they weren't large — clearly, she'd spent a good while searching through this stretch of forest to find them.
Ibuki Mio's blue-violet eyes fixed hard on Shikime Natsu, and she spoke in a tone that was thoroughly guarded and thoroughly possessive.
"Don't come any closer!"
"These wild berries are food I worked hard to find just now, all on my own!"
"I found the berries in this area first — if you want some, go look somewhere else!"
"I have absolutely no obligation to hand these over to you."
There was no small amount of gunpowder in Ibuki Mio's words — though, even as she said all of that, her blue-violet eyes were betraying her, sliding helplessly toward the grilled fish in Shikime Natsu's hand.
Not that she could really be blamed for that. She truly, absolutely did not want her eyes landing on that fish in that bastard Shikime Natsu's hand — but the wind had sent the aroma of his grilled fish drifting straight into her nose. Since arriving on the deserted island, Ibuki Mio hadn't managed to eat anything particularly good — just barely enough to get by — and the grilled fish in Shikime Natsu's hand was clearly delicious.
Gurgle. Ibuki Mio couldn't help swallowing quietly.
What would fish that fragrant taste like?
Not that Ibuki Mio was going to show any of that — she kept her expression sharp and fierce, intent on driving Shikime Natsu back and keeping him from coming any closer to bother her.
Though... she'd only be putting on a face. Because, after all... Ibuki Mio had witnessed Shikime Natsu's combat ability first-hand. In the rooftop incident, this guy had taken on four opponents at once with complete ease — even Yamada Albert, the biggest and strongest in the class, hadn't lasted a single exchange against Shikime Natsu, and she herself had inexplicably lost all will to fight.
In short, this guy in front of her was bizarrely dangerous, and there was absolutely no way she could come out on top against him in a straight fight.
Of course, out here on the deserted island, she was also confident that Shikime Natsu wouldn't actually lay hands on her — not unless he wanted Class A to have points deducted.
Just then, Shikime Natsu extended the grilled fish toward her and said with a smile,
"Ibuki-san, you seem to have quite a few issues with me.
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