Chapter 846: Rikka's Friends, You Need a Real Physiology Lesson, I'll Teach You
The neon-lit skyline of Kazimierz stretched out below them, a sprawling metropolis of knights and commerce. Ren had just touched down in the city alongside Theresa and Nearl, the ambient hum of the streets greeting their arrival.
Suddenly, his footsteps halted.
A distinct prickling sensation brushed against his awareness. He was being watched. The gaze didn't carry the hostility of an assassin, nor did it originate from anywhere within this world. It was a voyeuristic tug pulling all the way from his own dimension.
"Ren, what's wrong?" Theresa's crimson eyes narrowed slightly, catching the subtle shift in his posture as she instantly tuned into his change in mood.
"Hmm. It seems I have to step away for a little bit," Ren replied, his tone casual.
He leaned forward, pressing a brief, affectionate kiss to Nearl's lips, then did the exact same to Theresa.
"My power will linger over you," he murmured, stepping back. "You two are free to explore the city for a while. Stay safe until I get back."
The two women exchanged a quiet glance before turning back to him, nodding in perfect unison. "Okay."
Without another word, space warped around Ren, and he vanished from the alleyway.
"What is that?!"
Sanae Dekomori's shrill, dramatic shriek echoed down the hallway of the Takanashi residence, easily catching the attention of Kaori Miyazono as she walked past the room.
Curious, the blonde violinist paused and peeked through the half-open doorway.
What greeted her was a glowing, complex magical array—a Taiji Bagua projection floating in the center of the room. But it wasn't the magic that left Kaori stunned. It was the vivid, high-definition imagery playing within the projection.
Why were Rikka and her friends all huddled together in a dark room... watching an adult movie?
Hearing the floorboards creak, Shinka Nibutani's head snapped toward the door. Her neck turned with the stiff, mechanical dread of a rusted gear. Seeing Kaori standing there, Shinka's face drained of all color.
She threw her hands up, waving them frantically. "Sister Kaori! This—this is a massive misunderstanding! We aren't—!"
Kaori forced a stiff, polite smile, her cheeks dusting with pink.
"I understand," Kaori said, her voice strained with awkward diplomacy. "This is just a sign of early maturity. Curiosity is normal. Please, continue."
She took a slow step backward into the hall. "I clearly came at the wrong time. I won't disturb your gathering any further!"
With the speed of a fleeing rabbit, Kaori vanished down the corridor.
Inside the room, Shinka's knees gave out. She slumped against the floor, burying her face in her hands. She had just been branded a degenerate by the sweet, gentle Sister Kaori. Her pristine reputation was completely ruined.
Downstairs in the kitchen, the rhythmic sound of chopping paused.
"Kaori?" Toka Takanashi blinked in surprise. She stood by the stove, currently experimenting with a new recipe, and looked curiously at the flustered blonde who had just hurried in.
It was a rare sight. Everyone in the house knew Kaori vastly preferred the sanctuary of the music room over the kitchen, often spending her afternoons playing the violin for them.
"Uh, Toka..." Kaori fidgeted with the hem of her skirt, her eyes darting away. "There is something... I'm not entirely sure if I should bring it up."
"What is it? We're good sisters here, just say it." Toka turned off the burner, rinsed her hands under the sink, and dried them on her apron. She offered a warm, encouraging smile.
What secrets could possibly exist in this house anymore? They had all survived the chaotic, mind-bending tempering of the Eighth-Grade Syndrome Tribulation together. They were practically family.
"Alright..." Kaori took a deep breath, stepping close to Toka and leaning in to whisper directly into her ear. "Toka, your sister Rikka and her friends are all gathered in her bedroom... watching a very inappropriate movie."
'Brother Ren... I like it... Mmn...'
The heavy, breathy audio leaked from the glowing projection. Shinka, Sanae, Kumin, and Satone sat frozen in utter astonishment, their eyes glued to the display generated by the Memory Reproduction Magic.
The magic was designed to extract and project the caster's most precious memory.
Yet, the timid, melting girl on the screen was entirely unrecognizable from the grandstanding, eyepatch-wearing Chuunibyou they dealt with every day. Was that really Rikka?
More... what exactly were Rikka and Ren doing with their hands and mouths?!
"Uh... should I dispel the magic?" Shinka muttered, her voice trembling. The situation was spiraling out of control.
She glanced around. Sanae's twintails were drooping, Satone was covering her mouth, and Kumin looked entirely dazed. All of their faces were flushed a dangerous shade of crimson. As the oldest and most responsible girl in the room, Shinka knew she had to stop this highly erotic atmosphere from infecting them all.
"What are you watching?"
A calm, familiar male voice suddenly drifted through the room.
Shinka blinked. She subconsciously looked at the glowing projection. On the screen, Ren was currently pinning Rikka down, entirely occupied with kissing her neck. He definitely hadn't spoken.
Which meant the voice came from behind them.
Shinka turned around with agonizing slowness. Standing right there, arms crossed and looking highly amused, was the real Ren.
"Eh?!!!"
Ren ignored the collective shriek, his gaze drifting over their heads to land squarely on the Memory Reproduction projection. A look of deep understanding washed over his features.
"Ah, so that's what it was. As expected, you were peeping on me," Ren noted, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips. "Well? Is it a good show?"
Kumin Tsuyuri, whose brain had completely short-circuited minutes ago, stared blankly at the screen and muttered her unfiltered thoughts. "So big."
Shinka silently screamed her agreement, but her rational mind violently slammed the brakes. This is absolutely not the time to answer that!
"Wuwu... Brother Ren!"
Rikka finally snapped out of her paralyzed state. Her face was burning so hot it could likely fry an egg. She scrambled off the floor, diving behind Ren's back and burying her face directly into his spine to hide from the world.
She was losing face. She was losing all of her face.
Having her friends watch her act so grand and mighty was one thing, but watching her get completely manhandled and reduced to a whimpering mess was a uniquely devastating brand of humiliation.
"I'm sorry..." Rikka's muffled, tearful apology vibrated against his shirt. She genuinely had no idea her 'most precious memory' would default to this exact moment.
"I can piece together what happened. It isn't your fault, Rikka." Ren chuckled, reaching a hand back to gently stroke her hair.
Then, he shifted his attention back to the four flushed girls sitting on the floor. His smile widened into something dangerously shameless. "You girls don't mind if I pull up a seat and watch with you, do you?"
Shinka and the others stared at him, utterly dumbfounded.
Watch together?!
Is he insane?!
No matter what angle you looked at it from, sitting next to the male lead to watch his live-action intimate memory was a terrible idea!
"Rikka! Just what exactly are you doing in here?!"
The bedroom door practically flew off its hinges. Toka stormed into the room, radiating big-sister fury after receiving Kaori's scandalous report.
But the moment she crossed the threshold and saw Ren standing there, her anger evaporated into thin air. Her eyes lit up with genuine joy.
"Ren! When did you get back?"
"Just now." Ren greeted her smoothly, taking a deliberate step to the side.
By moving, he completely unobstructed Toka's view of the glowing, high-definition magical projection still playing in the center of the room. "I assume you came looking for Rikka because of this?"
Toka's gaze tracked to the floating screen.
Her jaw dropped.
Without a doubt, this was the 'movie' Kaori had warned her about.
"Rikka???" Toka's brain stalled.
Why were the main characters of this explicit movie Rikka and Ren? She stared at the projection, utterly bewildered. What kind of person projects a movie starring themselves making out, just to sit around and watch it with their friends?
It's over.
Shinka, Sanae, Satone, and Kumin felt their souls collectively leave their bodies. The social death was absolute. They were about to be branded as irredeemable perverts by the terrifying older sister.
Just then, the corners of Ren's mouth curled upward.
He took the initiative to step into the silence. "Don't be too hard on them, Toka. They're just taking a dedicated physiology lesson. Right, Nibutani?"
Shinka's head snapped up. She latched onto the excuse like a drowning sailor to driftwood.
"Uh—yes! Yes, exactly! We are strictly learning a physiology lesson!!!"
It was the most ridiculous, flimsy excuse in human history. But having the man himself vouch for them was infinitely better than Toka assuming they were running a voyeuristic cult.
"Mm! We... we are just studying..." Satone, Sanae, and Kumin chimed in frantically, nodding so hard their necks threatened to snap.
Toka's eyebrow twitched. She stared at the heavy panting on the glowing screen.
What kind of degenerate academic curriculum is this?
Suddenly, Toka caught the predatory, mischievous glint flashing in Ren's eyes. A cold sweat broke out on the back of her neck. Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong.
Ren definitely had an ulterior motive.
A second later, her terrible premonition was validated.
Ren casually raised his hand, snapping his fingers. The magical projection shattered into harmless motes of light, plunging the room back into normal lighting.
"However," Ren's voice dropped an octave, smooth and dripping with implication. "This method of learning through a screen is bound to lack realism. As an educator, I think you girls require a practical lesson."
The four girls blinked up at him in pure confusion.
Lack realism? That 4K magical projection had been entirely too real just a moment ago!
"That's right," Ren continued, taking a slow step forward. "You can only truly grasp the intricacies of this subject through the most authentic, close-up observation."
He flashed a wicked grin. "Coincidentally, I am more than happy to provide this hands-on physiology lesson. Rikka, Toka—you two will be my teaching assistants."
Before anyone could process the sheer audacity of his words, the bedroom door clicked shut.
The real physiology lesson had officially begun.
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