Chapter Five: Lesson for the Fiery Girl
Hiss! When Haruhi saw the task the system presented, he couldn’t help but feel a hint of mischief in the air.
But he liked it. Forcing the wayward onto a righteous path, or persuading the righteous to indulge in vice—these were his favorite pastimes in his previous life.
Although Meiru Kiyohashi wasn’t as far gone as some, the idea of saving a delinquent gal had its own special appeal.
The three options provided were straightforward enough. Before selecting option B, Haruhi decided to allocate some of his carefully hoarded attribute points.
Since he was about to spank someone, he’d better boost his strength a bit—it was, after all, a physical task.
With a thought, his attribute panel appeared:
[Name: Haruhi Harano]
[Intelligence: 62 (above average)]
[Charm: 55 (still a rather cute chubby guy)]
[Stamina: 43 (not only chubby, but also weak)]
[Skills: None]
[Partner Candidates: None]
[Funds: 164,650 yen]
[Attribute Points: 10]
[Support Points: 10]
There was no specific strength stat, only stamina to choose from.
“Stamina +10.”
As soon as he confirmed, a warm current surged through his body. Haruhi immediately felt his flabby arms grow a little firmer; his eyes seemed clearer, and a comfortable sensation spread through his whole being.
[Stamina: 53 (now a normal chubby guy)]
He exhaled a heavy breath and, looking at Meiru Kiyohashi still struggling on the sofa, grinned mischievously.
“What are you planning?” Meiru Kiyohashi sensed something was wrong. Just after the chubby guy grabbed her calf, he suddenly froze, unmoving.
Yet she could clearly feel his grip tightening around her leg.
She tried to pull away, but Haruhi shoved her onto the sofa. The good elasticity of the cushions made her bounce twice, her perfect figure making it hard for the eye to look away.
“Do you have a death wish?” Meiru Kiyohashi glared at him fiercely. She swore she would make this disgusting fat guy pay!
Haruhi flashed a cruel smile. Amid the girl’s startled cry, he grabbed her and pulled her across his lap.
Meiru Kiyohashi thrashed wildly, cursing him with venomous words—“Bastard, idiot, you pig!” Golden hair stuck to her lips, and her once-neat white blouse was now wrinkled from the struggle; she was an utter mess.
Haruhi ignored her insults and glanced at the full curves beneath her red plaid skirt.
Perhaps sensing his gaze, Meiru Kiyohashi froze mid-struggle and asked in disbelief, “Hey, hey, hey—don’t tell me you’re about to—?”
Smack!
A crisp slap rang out as Haruhi landed a firm spank, relishing the sensation. No wonder so many people enjoyed this “activity.”
“How dare you hit me! I’ll kill you!” Meiru Kiyohashi’s backside stung, making her struggle even harder.
Yet shame and anger far outweighed the physical pain. She, the dignified heiress of the Kiyohashi family and the queen bee of Tokyo National High, being spanked by an ordinary fat guy—if word got out, she’d die of embarrassment!
But Haruhi paid her no mind. He’d realized that if he didn’t teach this young lady a proper lesson, he’d have endless trouble in the days to come. He had to get something to hold over her if he wanted peace.
Besides, the sensation was genuinely satisfying!
Smack!
“That’s for not listening!”
“You—!”
Smack!
“What do you mean, ‘you’? Today, I’ll teach you how to speak to people properly!”
“I’ll kill you!”
Smack! Smack!
“My, you’re stubborn!”
“You—!”
Ding! Favorability increased?
What?
As the spanking went on, Meiru Kiyohashi’s wild resistance faded. She became limp, like a mermaid washed ashore—thrashing at first, but after losing her strength, she could only lie there motionless.
She sprawled across Haruhi’s lap, as lifeless as a dead fish.
After a dozen or so spanks, Haruhi stopped. Even the most amusing diversions grow dull if overdone.
He felt no particular desire now, and the system had already notified him that the task was complete.
Once the excitement subsided, the real headache was how to deal with this young lady. He turned her over and laid her on the sofa, only to find that her eyes were rimmed red.
Uh... perhaps he had gone a bit too far. As he debated whether to apologize, a sharp pain shot through his abdomen, making him break out in a cold sweat and curl up.
Meiru Kiyohashi gritted her teeth, stood up, and raised her delicate fists to strike.
Haruhi, ignoring his own pain, quickly grabbed her arm.
“You fat pig, I’ll kill you!” she said viciously, attacking with both arms and legs.
“I suggest you calm down!” Haruhi dodged her flailing legs, keeping a grip on her arm.
The two of them wrestled like that, tumbling together.
Who knows how much time passed. All they knew was that, in the end, both of them lay exhausted and limp on the sofa.
“Truce?” Haruhi panted, clearly unfit for such exertion.
“Hmph! Just wait till tomorrow—I’ll get you back!” Meiru Kiyohashi shot back.
Her delicate face was flushed, golden hair damp with sweat and plastered to her forehead, her chest rising and falling with each breath as she recovered her strength on the sofa.
A couple of minutes later, Meiru Kiyohashi picked up her phone from the coffee table, turned to leave, and, before going, stomped hard on Haruhi’s foot, making him grimace in pain.
At the entryway, she changed her shoes and opened the door, only to freeze in place.
In that brief moment, a fierce wind, laden with icy rain, whipped her golden hair into the air.
Even Haruhi, sitting on the sofa, felt the sudden chill of wind and rain.
“What the—? It’s raining?” Haruhi tidied his clothes and joined her at the entryway, standing beside Meiru Kiyohashi and looking out.
Outside, a raging storm blurred their vision with sheets of rain. The already-dim streetlights swayed perilously under the onslaught.
Water pooled along the roadside, rushing down the paths. Thankfully, Tokyo’s drainage system was excellent—though who could say if, kilometers underground, the Yachiha Clan’s Iwaryu Research Facility truly existed.
Rain poured from the sky, the storm’s fury roaring across Tokyo.
“Are you still going home?”
After standing in the doorway for less than two minutes, Haruhi’s hair and cheeks were already wet from the rain, a chill seeping into his skin.