Eriri Sawamura Spencer, daughter of a British ambassador to Japan and a local aristocratic heiress, was raised with impeccable upbringing, free of spoiled habits. Her passion, however, lay in drawing—specifically, "doujinshi."
Indeed, she was Kashiwagi Eri. The books she carried were leftovers from a comic convention she'd attended that day.
In the doujinshi circle, Kashiwagi Eri was a renowned figure, never appearing in person, her works sold through proxies, rumored to be a beautiful girl.
And she was. Despite her modest figure, Eriri was undeniably a top-tier beauty, even among the many Samuel had encountered.
Her doujinshi were typically sold by her parents, while she secretly observed from the sidelines.
Today, after the convention, her parents left early. She'd stopped by a bookstore to browse her favorite author, Kasumigaoka Utaha's Metronome in Love, only to be targeted by pursuers.
Eriri didn't know why they were after her, but she had plenty to attract trouble. First, her appearance—few men would resist a stunning blonde, unless they weren't into women. Second, her lineage as a direct descendant of a local aristocratic family, even if her mother had distanced herself from the clan, made her a valuable target for wealth or leverage. Finally, her father's role as Britain's ambassador to Japan meant her capture could spark international disputes.
For instance, her death in, say, a rival nation's embassy could ignite tensions between Britain and another power, potentially dragging in allies like the United States.
The possibilities were endless, but Eriri had no intention of being caught, whatever their motives.
In her escape, she'd collided with a strikingly handsome boy. Not wanting to drag an innocent into her mess—or worse, get him killed—she pulled Samuel along, abandoning her precious doujinshi.
But this wasn't what she'd hoped for.
"Hey, why so worked up? Don't tell me… you're Kashiwagi Eri!"
"N-No! I'm… just a fan of Eri-sensei…"
Though she loved drawing doujinshi, admitting it publicly was social suicide.
Liking them was one thing, but…
"Right, makes sense. Who'd shamelessly call themselves a beautiful girl to someone's face?"
Samuel conveniently forgot his own boasts to Katou Megumi.
"Ugh…"
Eriri clenched her fists, biting her lip, restraining herself.
"Hey, you two done chatting?"
Two burly men in black leaned against the alley's entrance, blocking it.
"Uh-oh, they found us! Run!"
"Where to?"
The other end was sealed too. Clearly, they weren't fools—or deaf. Eriri's excited outburst had given them away.
"Ugh, this is your fault! Now they'll catch me, and I'll be molested, then get gangbanged!"
Eriri unleashed a torrent of graphic terms, straight out of her intense doujinshi plots.
"Miss Sawamura, come with us."
"They seem nice enough."
"Nice? Wait till they drug me on the car, ship me to some abandoned factory or basement, and make me suck their cock, then laughing, 'This one's a high-class lady!' before rape me, leaving my pale skin mixed with milky goo and lifeless on the floor…"
Eriri's arms flailed as she ranted, her unhinged demeanor oddly endearing.
Samuel clapped, impressed. "Wow, you're a riot! Those ideas are wild—I'm tempted to kidnap you myself and try them out."
"Hey! Stop joking! This is your fault for egging me on, making me shout!"
Eriri descended into frantic blaming.
"Hold on, you dragged me into this!"
"Ugh, fine, I'll go with them! Let this guy go!"
With a wail, Eriri raised her hands in surrender, still pleading for Samuel.
"Sorry, Miss Sawamura, no witnesses."
The four men drew pistols, aiming at Samuel.
"He's just a random bystander!"
"So what? Blame his bad luck."
Samuel's thoughts? Like monkeys waving toys, thinking they could kill him.
"I'm sorry."
"If you're really sorry, how about repaying me with your heart?"
"Stop kid—"
Blue-white light flashed through the alley. Twin lightning bolts struck both ends, reducing the four men to charred husks.
"You… you killed them! Urgh…"
Eriri stared at the blackened remains, terror surging as the stench of burnt flesh hit her.
"Yup, I killed them. Scared?"
Bound by societal norms, Eriri viewed killing as wrong, instinctively fearing killers.
"I'm… not scared!"
But her tsundere nature trumped her fear.
"Heh, scared or not, I'm intrigued by what you said. Come with me—let's find that abandoned factory."
"Hey! You're joking, right? Tell me you're joking!"
Eriri's voice faltered under Samuel's serious gaze.
Thud.
A perfect kabedon.
Boom.
Her heart raced as the impossibly handsome boy leaned closer.
A strange feeling washed over her, the dead men suddenly irrelevant.
Sniff.
Samuel's nose neared her neck.
The faint breeze of his breath brushed her delicate skin.
"Eek…"
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