Hikigaya Challenges Kakegurui

201 Sleepy black tea~❤

Bang!

A merciless karate chop landed on Komachi's smooth forehead. "Adult matters — kids shouldn't butt in."

"And besides, can't it just be that your big brother made a little money?"

Holding her forehead in pain, Komachi replied in a voice full of grievance, "Adult? You're just a first-year high school student! And what kind of part-time job earns you 200 million yen?"

Hikigaya Hachiman let out a light sigh. Looks like the fact that he's now super rich will have to be kept under wraps for a long time.

Just 200 million yen, and Komachi already looked like her mind was exploding trying to process it. If he were to spend a fortune buying the family a small villa…

Then what awaited him would likely be the inevitable suspicion of being kept by someone.

The reality was the complete opposite of what Komachi suspected. Hikigaya Hachiman wasn't being kept—on the contrary, he was the one keeping a few others.

Yumeko, Miharutaki, and the Ougatou sisters... But none of that could be revealed to his little sister. Ahem. His public image still needed to be maintained.

"This is a secret I can't tell."

"Anyway, your big bro isn't lacking money anymore."

Saying that, Hikigaya Hachiman pulled out his phone and transferred 2 million yen to Komachi. "Take this as your pocket money. Buy whatever you want, eat whatever you like. No need to hold back. When it's gone, just let me know."

They say daughters should be raised lavishly—there's some truth in that.

Though there's no absolute correlation, Hachiman didn't want his little sister to get swept away by some delinquent blond guy riding a loud motorbike, spouting nonsense about friendship, love, and the future.

Just imagining his little sister being seduced by such drivel, and the blond guy pulling up outside their building yelling, "Yo, bro-in-law, mind if I park the bike here?"

That thought alone terrified Hachiman.

Even a one-in-ten-thousand chance of that happening needed to be completely eliminated. Therefore, any material needs of Komachi must be fully met.

Komachi unconsciously opened her mouth wide in shock.

A casual 2 million yen—there was no doubt now. Her big brother was totally being kept. He was just too embarrassed as a guy to admit who was keeping him.

Komachi didn't act coy or refuse Hachiman's money. This was part of the unspoken bond between the siblings.

Just like how, as a child, Komachi would instinctively act as Hachiman's piggy bank. When their parents gave them allowance, Komachi always got a bit more. Hachiman never complained, and Komachi, being sensible, quietly saved the extra money as their shared sibling fund.

That hadn't changed even now that they were grown up.

And now, with this money…

Komachi's heart fluttered. With this, she could finally go out and eat something nice with her girlfriends this weekend. Clutching her phone, she whispered, "Kei, wait for me."

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Night falls.

Hikigaya Hachiman was walking by the river, holding Yumeko's hand. After handing over the money to Komachi at noon, Yumeko had dragged him out for some one-on-one time.

Hand in hand along the riverbank, holding each other close, they exchanged the scent of one another.

According to some unknown scientist, such behavior was actually an exchange of microbial flora, and over time, the couple would start to resemble each other.

When that time comes, I'll marry Yumeko, Hachiman thought.

He subconsciously squeezed Yumeko's hand tighter—maybe a bit too hard—making her let out a soft whimper.

"Sorry, I held too tight."

"It's okay, Hachiman."

Yumeko glanced at the time on her watch, turned around, wrapped both arms around the back of Hachiman's head, and brought her pink lips toward him.

'Why is the drug taking effect so slowly this time? Has his body developed resistance?'

'I'll have to improve the formula next time.'

As the liquid exchanged between them, Yumeko closed her eyes, her mind filled with wicked thoughts.

The naive Hachiman believed they were just sharing an intimate moment of affection. He had no idea that a colorless, odorless, special drug had already entered his body through the liquid.

It felt like being in the clouds, his body floating—

He suddenly felt his eyelids grow heavy. Under Yumeko's soothing touch, his eyes dulled, his body standing still as she gently led him away by the hand.

"Looks like... it worked," Yumeko said, releasing her hands from Hachiman's head, licking the corner of her lips with a satisfied smile.

This was a special drug she had obtained from her cousin Yumemi in the clan.

If the antidote wasn't taken beforehand, this drug would put the victim in a semi-conscious state, where the mind was in a daze but the body remained functional.

It was similar to when your body jolts while sleeping — a test by the brain to check if the body is still alive.

This Yobami Clan secret drug temporarily severs the connection between nerves and the body.

Once the effect wore off, the person would just feel like they had taken a refreshing nap, and any bodily memory would be dismissed as just a fleeting dream.

Cradling Hachiman's face, Yumeko whispered: "If I didn't use this drug... Hachiman would blame me, wouldn't he? But... I just can't hold back anymore."

Soon, Yumeko hailed a taxi by the roadside and headed to Yukinoshita's apartment.

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Meanwhile, at the Yukinoshita residence.

Haruno held a tray with two glasses of tea. "Yukino, have some tea."

Yukino looked a bit puzzled. "Why tea at night?"

"Because sister read in an article that a cup of tea before bed is good for your health and helps with beauty too! Come drink with me~" Haruno lied through her teeth with a bright smile.

Seeing that Yukino wasn't suspicious, she picked up the tea and took a sip, then went back to reading Hikigaya's new release, "The Mysteries of Eastern Astrology: Solved Edition" under the warm yellow lamplight.

Looking at her defenseless little sister, Haruno felt both happy and filled with sorrow. A heavy guilt threatened to swallow her whole.

"Yukino trusts me so much... yet I..."

'But if I don't do this... if what happened between me and Hikigaya-kun gets exposed... Yukino will hate me.'

Time passed, minute by minute. Yukino suddenly began to feel sleepy. She recalled that tea was supposed to be invigorating, but maybe it was just psychological. She tilted her pale neck and drank the rest of the light red tea.

Perhaps under the placebo effect, Yukino perked up for a few more minutes.

Then—

Thud.

"The Mysteries of Eastern Astrology" fell to the floor with a loud sound, and Yukinoshita Yukino finally couldn't hold on any longer. Her delicate body collapsed into Haruno's warm and accommodating embrace.

Haruno held Yukino close with pain in her heart, muttering:

"I'm sorry..."

"Yukino, your sister is sorry."

She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, carried Yukino on her back to the bedroom, and carefully tucked her into bed.

Then she returned to the sofa, sat down, and stared blankly at the front door.

'After doing something like this... there's no turning back, is there?'

202 Haruno: Unless you personally hand Hikigaya over to me ❤

Ding dong.

The doorbell rang. Haruno's heart trembled. Her face flushed as if it could bleed, and she bit her lips, walking toward the door with difficulty step by step. Even for someone like her, an adult who had seen the dark side of society, this kind of thing was hard to put into words.

Haruno's trembling hand rested on the doorknob. She took a deep breath, and finally made up her mind to slowly open the door.

Outside the door, Yumeko wore a gentle smile on her face and greeted politely: "Nice to meet you for the first time, Miss Haruno. I'm Yumeko Jabami."

As she spoke, Yumeko slightly bowed her head, showing an impeccable manner of courtesy.

Yukinoshita Haruno folded her arms, wore a cold face, and moved aside to let Yumeko and the vacant-eyed Hikigaya inside. Seeing Hikigaya's empty gaze, she instinctively asked: "What did you do to Hikigaya?"

"Just a little drug that doesn't harm the body~" Yumeko playfully stuck out her tongue. "After all, if I didn't do this, there's no way Hachiman would agree to let me do this kind of thing~"

"In the end, why would you do something like this!" Haruno's voice was low and her expression dark, staring coldly at this girl with an angelic face, a venomous heart, and nearly the same age as her own sister.

Yumeko trembled as she raised her slender index finger, stroking Hikigaya Hachiman's face, then slipping it into her own red lips and tightly pressing it: "Because… it's pleasure~"

"Pleasure?" Haruno sneered, unable to accept Yumeko's reason.

"It was you, Miss Haruno, who secretly devoured Hachiman, wasn't it?" "You know, when I found out Hachiman had done it with another woman, I was so excited, do you understand?" Yumeko's eyes shimmered with a crimson glint as she grabbed Haruno's hand, trying to convey the emotions in her heart.

"That feeling—I just have to experience it again no matter what!"

"And now, only you, Miss Haruno, can fulfill that desire for me. So, please—Miss Haruno—this is my one and only life request!"

"As long as you agree, no matter what it is, I'll do it."

Haruno was frightened. This woman in front of her was a lunatic. Whatever guilt she had felt toward Yumeko earlier had now completely transformed into fear due to her madness.

Yes—fear. She felt fear toward this girl, who was about the same age as her little sister.

This twisted and deranged worldview crashed violently into Haruno's own values, and a faint delusion began to form inside her: 'If I stay around this woman too long… I'll be broken.'

Haruno subconsciously pulled her hand back from Yumeko's grasp, held her other arm, and turned her head aside, unwilling to meet Yumeko's gaze.

Yumeko didn't get angry. She simply clasped her hands together at her chest in a prayer-like gesture and gazed at Haruno, her eyes full of longing.

"You're someone who only ever thinks about yourself," Haruno said with venom, but in this strangely intimate atmosphere, her words came out weak and powerless.

Instead of harming Yumeko, it only acted as fuel for her fire.

Yumeko grew even more excited, opening her red lips and exhaling a misty, pink breath: "Please… say more~!"

"…!"

Haruno stared at Yumeko in shock, realizing she had still underestimated this girl's level of depravity.

There was bitterness in her heart. That so-called "request"… in the end, it was nothing but coercion, wasn't it?

If she didn't have that kind of dirt on her, Haruno would never agree to Yumeko's absurd and shameless proposal. A threesome between two women and one man—how could Yukinoshita Haruno ever agree to such a thing?

Haruno sighed helplessly. She knew that in this situation, her coldness and verbal barbs would only excite the other person even more. To avoid giving Yumeko satisfaction, she could only speak in as normal a tone as possible:

"Just this once. That's what we agreed on."

"After today, you absolutely must not let my sister find out about any of this. Otherwise, even if you are Hikigaya's girlfriend, I will make you pay."

"Of course, Miss Haruno," Yumeko nodded repeatedly. In fact, even if Haruno hadn't agreed to this "event," Yumeko wouldn't have told Yukino anything.

Doing that would be in terribly poor taste—something Yumeko refused to do. If pleasure is built on someone else's suffering, it becomes something filthy and vile.

But Yumeko could see clearly—Miss Haruno didn't truly reject this. They were the same kind of person. Though she might appear outwardly resistant, it was only because she lacked a push toward madness.

Having worn a mask for so long in front of others, it's always awkward taking it off. And Yumeko Jabami—was the key to unlocking Haruno's heart.

"Then… to the guest room." Haruno gritted her teeth, stopped hesitating, and led the two behind her to the guest room.

In the guest room, there still seemed to be lingering traces of past activities. But Haruno knew it was just psychological. It had been a long time since, and she had cleaned thoroughly—there's no way any scent would still remain. It's just that I'm too tense, she thought.

With a light flick of her heel, Yumeko closed the door. Everything seemed so practiced, as if she had rehearsed it countless times.

Then, Yumeko pushed Hikigaya Hachiman onto the bed. Hachiman stared blankly with dull eyes, like a soulless doll being toyed with at will.

Inside the sealed guest room, the body heat of three people interwove, the air seeming to grow thicker, stickier, and warmer.

Haruno's breathing grew heavier. Looking at the excitement in Yumeko's eyes, she suddenly had the urge to humiliate her.

Forcing me to do something so shameful… there's no way I'm going to let you enjoy it.

Haruno said coldly: "You said earlier—you're willing to do anything, right?"

"Yes!"

"Then now, you will help me undress. Personally push your boyfriend into my arms!"

She emphasized the word "boyfriend," trying to awaken Yumeko's sense of guilt.

But guilt—did not exist in Yumeko's world.

Yumeko proudly tilted her snowy neck, fragrant sweat sliding down her elegant curves, and without the slightest hesitation, leapt toward Haruno.

As Yumeko's hands caressed Haruno's skin, she whispered, "You're so beautiful, Miss Haruno. Your body is a work of art." Her words dripped with sincerity, and Haruno's cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal.

"Don't...say such things," Haruno stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Yumeko's smile grew wider. "But it's true. You're a masterpiece, and I want to be the one to appreciate it." She leaned in closer, her breath dancing across Haruno's ear.

"I'll make you feel things you've never felt before, Miss Haruno. I'll make you scream with pleasure."

Haruno's eyes flashed with anger, but Yumeko's words only seemed to fuel her desire. She felt a surge of excitement as Yumeko's hands explored her body, tracing curves and contours with an intimacy that left her breathless.

As they moved toward the bed, Haruno's gaze fell upon Hikigaya, still lying motionless, his eyes vacant and unresponsive. A pang of guilt struck her, but Yumeko's hands on her skin seemed to wash away her doubts.

"Now, Miss Haruno," Yumeko whispered, her voice husky with desire, "it's time to push my boyfriend into your arms. Don't be shy, please. I want to see you take him, to see you claim him as your own."

Haruno's eyes locked onto Hikigaya, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. She felt a sense of revulsion, but it was tempered by her own arousal.

With a sense of detachment, she watched as Yumeko guided her toward Hikigaya, their bodies entwining like snakes.

As they touched, Haruno felt a jolt of electricity run through her body. She was aware of Yumeko's eyes on her, watching her every move, and she knew that she was being pulled into a world of twisted desires and forbidden pleasures.

"Does it feel good, Miss Haruno?" Yumeko asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Does it feel good to have him inside you?"

Haruno's response was a moan, her body arching as Hikigaya's hands grasped her hips. Yumeko's eyes sparkled with excitement, her face inches from Haruno's.

"I knew you'd be perfect," Yumeko whispered, her breath dancing across Haruno's skin.

As the three of them moved together, their bodies entwined in a dance of desire and debauchery, Haruno felt herself losing control.

She was trapped in a world of madness, a world where pleasure and pain blurred into a single, intoxicating sensation.

And yet, even as she felt herself succumbing to the moment, Haruno knew that she was being manipulated, that Yumeko was pulling the strings, guiding her toward a destination that only she could see.

But Haruno didn't care.

She was too far gone, too lost in the labyrinth of her own desires.

All she could do was surrender, to let Yumeko guide her deeper into the heart of madness, where the only truth was the pleasure that coursed through her veins like liquid fire.