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Hands tied behind her back.
Towel stuffed in her mouth.
Then an eye mask covering her eyes...
Having been through it once, Amamiya Natsuki was even more skilled the second ti.
"Wahh..."
The Succubus Girl struggled continuously, but it was aningless, rely a diversion for entertainnt.
"Don't move around," Amamiya Natsuki said solemnly, "To save the world, appropriate sacrifices must be made."
"..."
Kitagawa Marin was in despair.
Sacrificing a maiden's purity to save the world—such a world should just be destroyed!
A mont later.
Marin, who had re-experienced the entire process of "The Pure Maiden's Degradation," finally broke free from the nightmare and woke up.
"Mmmph mmmph—!"
Kitagawa Marin blinked her eyes repeatedly, signaling.
Amamiya Natsuki nodded and reached out to take the towel from Marin's mouth.
"Ptui ptui ptui~"
Kitagawa Marin's pretty face flushed red, she coughed twice, and then quickly spat: "It's so dirty."
"We are still in a dream, and the towel in front of us is not a real object," Amamiya Natsuki said, "So it won't be dirty."
"Even so, I still can't accept it," Kitagawa Marin spat twice more, her pretty face crimson, glaring at him with embarrassnt, "Quickly untie the ropes on ."
"Okay."
Amamiya Natsuki agreed, squatted down behind Marin, and helped untie the ropes.
"What's going on?" Kitagawa Marin turned her head to look, her tone puzzled, "Didn't we just find Chika-chan? Why are we back in the room?"
Amamiya Natsuki said:
"Clearly, the dream world has restarted."
"Eh?" Kitagawa Marin was startled, then quickly realized, "That's right, when I was with Kaguya-san at the hotel before, I encountered the sa situation, but at that ti, only our bodies returned to their original places, our mories didn't disappear."
"That only proves one thing," Amamiya Natsuki said casually, "The dream world before us is more dangerous than the real-world hotel."
Take Kaguya-san, for example; she can transform into a Shadow Cat and escape the hotel by phasing into the shadows.
Now, that's clearly impossible—
When people are in a dream, they don't even realize the falseness of the world before them, so they naturally can't use their skills to leave.
"Ah…"
Kitagawa Marin suddenly let out a low moan.
"What's wrong?" Amamiya Natsuki looked over at the sound.
"The, the rope," Kitagawa Marin's pretty face was flushed like fire, her legs pressed tightly together, her voice trembling slightly, "...Don't pull the rope!"
Amamiya Natsuki's gaze moved forward, falling on the girl's thighs, her bathrobe half-covering them, the girl's snow-white thigh skin fully exposed, like congealed fat, dazzlingly white.
"No stockings, so the friction increased, huh?"
"H-how could you tie up like this?" Kitagawa Marin's pretty face was burning, enduring the strange tingling sensation, she couldn't help but say, "Why are you so skilled at this?"
Amamiya Natsuki said righteously:
"Of course, it's because I've practiced on you."
Kitagawa Marin: "..."
Amamiya Natsuki continued:
"After clearing 'Saint ♡ Slippery's Academy for Girls,' I deeply realized one thing."
"...What thing?"
"As a traditional art, rope art should not be viewed with prejudice; at critical monts, it might co in handy," Amamiya Natsuki untied the rope, "Like now."
It is well known that among Japan's eighteen martial arts, there is one called 'Hojutsu,' which is a proper combat technique. Simply put, it's the art of unard capture and restraint, which can be understood as grappling. It was once very popular, with many practitioners, and even today, Hojutsu still has inheritors.
After catching soone, you can't just keep holding them, right?
So, Hojojutsu (rope-tying art) ca into being.
As a supplent to Hojutsu, Hojojutsu was initially a proper martial art, once useful in various situations. Unfortunately, during the iji Restoration, with the popularization of handcuffs, Hojojutsu gradually declined and was then re-purposed by others, flourishing in another field—
Which is the current art of rope bondage.
Hojojutsu has been passed down for over a thousand years, with nearly two hundred schools. To differentiate themselves from other schools, each school ticulously refined its techniques, so today, Japan's rope art is diverse and truly can be played with creatively.
"Finally untied."
Kitagawa Marin covered her chest and stood up, "By the way, where is Kaguya-san? Why haven't I seen her?"
"I don't know," Amamiya Natsuki shook his head, "The ti after the restart is different from before. I don't know where Kaguya-san is yet; I ca to find you first."
"Looks like I was first this ti."
Kitagawa Marin blinked her eyes upon hearing this, a slight smile suddenly appeared on her pretty face, and then she extended her arms, wrapping them around Amamiya Natsuki's neck.
"Master, you had a lot of fun just now, didn't you?"
"If I tell the truth, will I get hit?"
"No."
Kitagawa Marin revealed her two small fangs and bit down on Amamiya Natsuki's neck with a "nom" sound, "But you'll get bitten!"
"..."
A slight pain ca from his neck, and soon after, it turned into a cat's gentle licking.
Kitagawa Marin quickly straightened up, wiping her lips and saying:
"Punishnt is punishnt, but that was a reward for Natsuki-kun coming to help."
"You call that a reward?" Amamiya Natsuki squinted, "If you're so capable, bite sowhere else."
Biting soone's neck—which executive hasn't seen such a reward!
"Ptui~"
Kitagawa Marin lightly spat, urging, "Hurry up and find the others!"
Amamiya Natsuki reminded, "You change your clothes first."
"Eh eh eh?!"
After changing into the Succubus Girl's limited outfit, Amamiya Natsuki and Marin left the room together.
First stop, the cherry blossom tree in the courtyard.
Unfortunately, the long bench under the tree was empty; Miss Ice Princess was still nowhere to be seen.
"What should we do?" Kitagawa Marin turned to look at him, "Should we go find Kaguya-san?"
"Finding Kaguya-san would take a lot of ti," Amamiya Natsuki shook his head, "Let's go to the Cafeteria first and see if Chika-chan is there."
"Okay."
The two turned and headed for the Cafeteria.
A mont later.
A pink-haired girl with an extrely dark bow tied at her forehead ca into view.
"I see Chika-chan," Kitagawa Marin's eyes lit up, pointing to the corner.
The two headed straight for the Secretary.
"Chika-chan, we've co to find you!" Kitagawa Marin's voice was clear.
"Eh?" Fujiwara Chika looked up, her expression puzzled, "You're Natsuki-kun, right?"
Amamiya Natsuki nodded: "It's ."
"And you are...?"
Fujiwara Chika's gaze shifted, looking at Marin.
"How an," Kitagawa Marin's tone turned resentful, "Chika-chan only rembers you and not ."
Isn't that normal? All mories related to the ga were distorted and blocked. I'm Chika-chan's classmate, so of course she knows . You're a delinquent hot girl from the next class, so she definitely wouldn't know you!
"Sorry," Fujiwara Chika apologized instinctively, her eyes wide, "Um, do we know each other?"
"Of course we do," Kitagawa Marin put her right hand on her hip, "We're good partners who've gone through life and death together."
"ow?"
The Secretary tilted her small head, her expression bewildered.
"What do we do now?" Kitagawa Marin sighed helplessly, turned her head, looked at Amamiya Natsuki, and whispered, "Should we use the thod from just now?"
"There are other people in the Cafeteria. If we tie Chika-chan up, will others stop us?"
They probably would.
The other people in the dream world are not puppets but 'living' people. If they saw a cute girl being bullied in the Cafeteria, they certainly wouldn't stand by and do nothing.
"Rope art is useless," Amamiya Natsuki squinted, looking at the top of the Secretary's head, "You and Chika-chan are different, so the awakening thod used will naturally be different."
"Then what thod should we use?" Kitagawa Marin looked over curiously.
A prompt had already appeared before Amamiya Natsuki's eyes. His gaze shifted slightly, falling on Chika-chan's face, and then he said:
"Chika-chan, do you believe I can make glowing dishes?"
"Of course not," Fujiwara Chika said as a matter of course, "How could there be glowing dishes in reality?"
"Then I'll make it for you to see."
After Amamiya Natsuki finished speaking, he turned and walked up to a Cafeteria uncle. With money leading the way, and after a simple negotiation, he successfully transford into a dark, shady chef.
It's worth ntioning that the ingredients in the nightmare world looked normal, but they were all dark ingredients, and Amamiya Natsuki's cooking skills could be fully exploited.
So, in a short while, an appetizing aroma wafted out.
"So, so fragrant!"
Fujiwara Chika's nose twitched, her eyes sparkling as she looked over.
"It really is fragrant."
Kitagawa Marin put her right hand on her hip, her eyes surprised, "Natsuki, when did your cooking skills get so good?"
"It's a secret."
"..."
Spatulas and ladles flew, rice grains splattered, and as various ingredients were thrown into the pot, various aromas mixed together, reaching a magical level.
Not only Kitagawa Marin and Chika-chan, but even the old chef next to them was full of shock.
To cook such an enticing aroma from ordinary ingredients, was this truly sothing a human could do?
Had all his years of culinary training gone to waste?
A mont later.
"It's done."
Amamiya Natsuki proudly brought over a plate of egg fried rice, "Seafood Shrimp Supre Egg Fried Rice."
Marin and Chika-chan, the custors in the Cafeteria, and the old chef who was questioning his life, all looked at the egg fried rice in Amamiya Natsuki's hand.
Under the light, the entire plate of egg fried rice was golden in color, the rice grains were crystal clear and plump, with chopped green onions, shrimp, and diced squid scattered on the surface. Just the aroma alone made one unable to control themselves.
Most importantly, under the illumination of the light, the entire plate of egg fried rice was indeed emitting a faint glow, and the rising steam presented a colorful hue.
Amamiya Natsuki placed the egg fried rice on the table, then handed the spoon to Marin: "Here."
"Eh?" Kitagawa Marin was startled, saying in surprise, "For to eat?"
This plate of egg fried rice was clearly ant to awaken Fujiwara Chika's mories. She thought it would be for Chika-chan, but she didn't expect it to be for herself.
"Naturally," Amamiya Natsuki looked at Chika-chan, smiling, "I made it very clear just now, I'm making a glowing dish for Chika-chan to see, not to eat."
Fujiwara Chika: "...Too much! That's too much!"
"Then I'll eat it?"
Kitagawa Marin's eyes sparkled.
"Hurry up," Amamiya Natsuki urged, "Don't miss the best tasting ti."
"I'm going to eat."
Kitagawa Marin sat down in front of Chika, picked up a spoon, scooped up a spoonful of fried rice, and under the Secretary's eager gaze, put the fried rice into her mouth.
"Mmm…"
The next second.
The girl's joyful and satisfied moan echoed through the Cafeteria.
No words needed.
In the face of true deliciousness, no food review is necessary; Marin's actions and expression at this mont had already proven everything.
The Succubus Girl's body seed to lose control, her right hand moving rapidly without stopping.
Spoonful after spoonful of fried rice was eaten, and the already small amount of fried rice on the plate quickly diminished.
"Na-Natsuki-kun!"
Fujiwara Chika finally couldn't hold back, reaching out to tug on Amamiya Natsuki's sleeve, her pitiful expression resembling a dog eagerly awaiting its owner to feed it.
Amamiya Natsuki looked down: "You want to eat too?"
"Yes!"
Fujiwara Chika nodded quickly.
"I'm sorry." Amamiya Natsuki shook his head, "I have a rule, I only make one dish a day."
"Why would you have such a rule?!"
"But it's okay if you want to eat…"
Amamiya Natsuki's gaze shifted, looking at Marin and saying, "Leave a bite for Chika."
"I understand."
Kitagawa Marin's pretty face was flushed, her joy and happiness almost overflowing, and she nodded regretfully upon hearing this.
In contrast, Fujiwara Chika's eyes sparkled with anticipation.
Normally, she would definitely not eat food that others had eaten, but this was a glowing dish, she absolutely had to have a bite, everything else was no longer important!
Not long after.
Only the last spoonful of glowing fried rice remained on the plate.
Kitagawa Marin reluctantly put down her chopsticks, leaned back in her chair, and was so happy she didn't want to move at all.
Amamiya Natsuki took the spoon, scooped up the last of the fried rice, and offered it to the Secretary.
"Ah…"
In her excitent, Fujiwara Chika instinctively opened her mouth, waiting to be fed.
When is food the most delicious?
The answer is when there's only one bite left, and it's the only bite.
But just delicious food isn't enough.
To create enough ntal impact on Chika, one last step was needed…
Clatter.
Amamiya Natsuki's hand loosened, the spoon fell freely, dropping to the ground, and the golden-yellow fried rice scattered on the floor.
"Sorry, my hand slipped."
"…"
Amamiya Natsuki added another blow: "I did it on purpose."
"…"
The girl's aggrieved wail instantly echoed through the Cafeteria.
"Bias! Too much bias!" The Secretary's eyes were teary, accusing Amamiya Natsuki of his shaless behavior with blood-curdling cries, "You let Marin eat all of it, leaving only the last bite, and then deliberately threw it on the ground… How can you be so excessive?!"
"Eh, you can say my na, Chika-chan rembered?"
Kitagawa Marin's eyes lit up, she propped her hands on the table, leaning forward to ask.
"What rembered…" Fujiwara Chika covered her forehead, "Wait, where is this?"
"As expected, she rembered." Amamiya Natsuki looked at Marin, "You explain to Chika."
"Leave it to ."
Kitagawa Marin accepted the task, recounting what had happened and why Amamiya Natsuki had done what he did just now.
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