Hikigaya Challenges Kakegurui

Ecstasy ❤

The invincible Hikigaya Hachiman had fallen.

He thought that after spending time training at home with Yor, even if he couldn't defeat Honebami Miroslava, he wouldn't lose too badly. But in the end, he overestimated himself and underestimated Miroslava.

Honebami Miroslava was a rare woman with a golden-ratio figure.

Tight jeans wrapped around firm and full thighs, making her legs appear long and her waist high, with shapely, plump hips.

She wore black knee-high boots that made loud thuds as she walked.

After a few heavy whip-like kicks, Hikigaya Hachiman's defenses were broken.

Due to the terrain, Hikigaya had no space to dodge. He took the blows directly with his arms, which were left numb from the shock, and he ultimately lost.

Honebami Miroslava ended this "mother-son match" with ease.

In a delighted mood, she pulled up a chair and sat beside the fallen Hikigaya.

Even though he was lying on the floor, she didn't actually stomp on him with her boots—perhaps the last bit of rationality in her warned that if the people at the front desk saw it, things would get troublesome.

Since she couldn't inflict physical pain, she'd deliver a verbal blow instead.

Though Miroslava had a preference for physical pain, that didn't mean she wasn't skilled at psychological humiliation.

She crossed her full, long legs, swinging the tips of her boots: "Hikigaya, you're surprisingly weak~"

"At this level, you're not even worthy of being trampled under my feet. How about we skip the sugar in your coffee and stir it with my toes instead?"

Her sensual lips curled into a sneer, her eyes rolling up to expose the whites, showing a look of utter disdain and contempt right in Hikigaya's view.

If it had been someone with a particular fetish visiting a maid café, just that look and those words alone might have made them scream and faint in ecstasy.

Unfortunately, Hikigaya Hachiman wasn't the target audience.

He couldn't remain calm and ignore Honebami Miroslava's humiliations. Even though he knew she might be partly joking, his heart still stirred with anger.

His eyes turned cold.

That deeply stimulated Honebami Miroslava.

That look—just perfect. Hikigaya, you really do understand me.

Miroslava's body trembled slightly. If she was going to give physical pain, it had to be preceded by this kind of emotional tension to make it truly exciting.

Letting Hikigaya build up fury in his heart—so that one day, when he defeated her, he could return all this humiliation double.

Just imagining such a scenario sent a thrill through her.

To bring that day sooner, she decided to fan the flames further: "Hikigaya~ the weather's really hot today~"

"Though you can't see it, there's a lot of sweat built up inside my boots~" she said, bending down in a victor's pose, using her thumb and index finger to pull down the zipper on her high boots.

As she pulled it down to reveal her pant leg, she then lifted the hem to expose black stockings stretched over pale skin.

Hikigaya Hachiman's pupils contracted.

"You're so weak. How about I just take these off and wring the sweat into your coffee?"

"Tch!"

Hikigaya Hachiman was truly angry now. Enduring the pain, he stood up from the floor, looking coldly at Miroslava.

Those words had clearly gone far beyond playful teasing.

He wasn't some pervert with strange fetishes—such words were outright humiliating to a normal person.

"Oh, you're mad now? Hikigaya?"

Honebami Miroslava, completely oblivious, continued taunting like a mischievous demon: "Did I hit a nerve? So you really do have strange thoughts about my feet~?"

"Well then, I can't let you off that easily."

"Unless… you kneel down and beg me: 'Lady Miroslava, please grant me your—'"

"This is really boring, Miss Honebami," Hikigaya said, now fully upright, rubbing his sore wrist with a blank expression. "You went through all this trouble just to humiliate me after winning?"

"You know my personality. You should know I'd never do something like that."

"You're trying to provoke me, so that someday I'll do the same to you to get back at you?"

"Miss Honebami, I've completely seen through you."

Hikigaya had uncovered Honebami Miroslava's real intent.

Twisted behavior like hers often hides a secret desire not meant to be exposed. One extreme often leads to another.

Logically, someone like Honebami Miroslava—usually responsible for clearing out the "impurities" as a violent tool of the Hundred-Bite clan—wouldn't behave this provocatively without a reason.

Hikigaya boldly hypothesized, carefully verified, and came to this conclusion:

Deep down, Honebami Miroslava wants to be dominated.

"Tch—" Her expression instantly dropped. The look of disgust vanished, replaced with cold seriousness. She silently pulled up the zipper of her high boot, and withdrew her previously swaying leg.

It was like she had returned to her usual state as the clan's violent enforcer.

In a calm voice, she asked, "Since you figured it out, got anything to say?"

Anything to say?

Hikigaya looked at her sincerely. What he really wanted to say was: That kind of mindset is unhealthy. You need help.

But he knew one thing very well: Words can't change people.

A healthy person's deep-rooted beliefs won't be shaken. Like those characters in fiction who change their minds after a passionate speech—in reality, that simply doesn't happen.

To that, Hikigaya Hachiman could only respond: Respect others' desires, and let go of the savior complex.

He shook his head: "I respect everyone's preferences. But I'm sorry, Senpai Miroslava—I don't have that kind of fetish. I can't play along with you. Though… there is a senpai at Hyakkaou Academy who might meet your needs."

"It's not that you're not good enough," Miroslava flatly rejected his suggestion. "Male, same age, has the potential to beat me, and a style I admire—out of everyone I know, only you, Hikigaya Hachiman, fit the bill."

As expected, people can't be changed.

Honebami Miroslava returned to the second bar counter. Her movements were smooth and practiced as she prepared a cup of coffee. She seemed back to normal.

Hikigaya breathed a sigh of relief, thinking the matter was finally over.

But unexpectedly—

Miroslava turned around and took a sip of hot milk. Then, her lush red lips parted slightly, connected by rich, thick strands like invisible silk.

Under Hikigaya's stunned gaze, she stuck out her fragrant tongue, and with her own body-scented milk, she drew latte art on his toffee-hazelnut thick milk latte.

On the brown surface of the coffee, the rich white milk spread out in rippling waves.

208: Cookies Filled with Yumeko's Affection ❤

Honebami Miroslava crossed her legs, lifted the coffee cup, and smiled sweetly as she handed it to Hachiman Hikigaya. "Here's the coffee you ordered."

Hachiman gave a bitter laugh. This kind of weird game, if it were with Yumeko, he might enjoy it. But with Honebami Miroslava? Their relationship wasn't nearly close enough for this. Drinking coffee with someone else's saliva in it — without a doubt, it was humiliation.

"You think I'll drink this? Stop doing weird stuff like this, Miss Honebami." Hachiman turned to leave.

"If you don't take it now, I really will wring out the sweat from my socks after a fight training session and make you drink that instead," Miroslava said coldly, not sounding like she was joking. "Also, Hachiman, you wouldn't want that girl outside to find out that your current girlfriend is right next to her, would you?"

Blackmail — this was blackmail!

Hachiman clenched his fists. Miroslava's words had struck a nerve. No matter what, this was something he absolutely didn't want Yukino to know... It would hurt both of the Yukinoshita sisters.

Hachiman closed his eyes in pain.

Yumeko really went too far this time. Why would she do something like this?

Resigned, he stepped forward, took the coffee — infused with Miroslava's scent — from her hand, and walked expressionlessly back to the front hall.

"Hachiman, what took you so long?" Haruno Yukinoshita stirred her coffee spoon and asked in a teasing tone. Relying on her "devilish big sister" persona, she shamelessly used such an intimate way to call out to Hachiman. Maybe even she didn't realize it herself, but the way she spoke to him had become a little too affectionate. Even her younger sister only ever called him "Hikigaya."

"Ah, sorry," Hachiman scratched his nose reflexively. "I got absorbed watching how the staff made the coffee."

He returned to his seat with the coffee that had been enhanced with "magical ingredients." Now staring at the cup in his hand, he didn't know how to even begin drinking it. Drinking this in front of both sisters... doing something like that would make him feel completely tainted.

"Hachiman? Why aren't you drinking it?" Haruno looked at the coffee in his hand, puzzled.

From behind the bar, Honebami Miroslava also looked over in response to Haruno's voice.

Her teasing look was obvious.

From the corner of his eye, Hachiman could see her mouth silently mouthing: "Foot sweat."

Resigned, Hachiman braced himself and raised the coffee cup, mentally preparing to die, and took a big gulp with a blank expression.

The bitterness mingled with the sweet scent of a young girl, spreading across his taste buds. The assertive sweetness, just like its owner, aggressively assaulted Hachiman's palate.

It actually... tasted kind of good?

This coffee infused with Honebami Miroslava's "magical ingredients" was rich and aromatic, with a lingering sweetness that made Hachiman want to take another sip.

But no — he couldn't! This wasn't about taste — it was about dignity!

He put down the cup.

But the thing about bottom lines is — once you break them once, they'll keep getting broken.

Honebami Miroslava saw all of this.

The flickering orange-yellow light in her eyes sparkled.

"Hehehehahaha—" Honebami Miroslava chanted a mantra that sent her to heaven, clenching her thighs and letting out a sick, crazed laugh. She had already started peaking in excitement.

Yumeko Jabami, you really have no idea what you've done... Casually handing your man to me, unleashing the demon inside me completely — without a doubt, you're just as twisted as I am.

Miroslava's expression froze. She glanced aside.

What was Yumeko doing at this moment?

Baking cookies.

Preparations were complete. Just as Miroslava thought she'd put them into the oven — Yumeko's next move shocked her to her core.

Yumeko, as if no one else were around, placed her hands on her waist, and with a gentle motion — Her innocent and cute maid dress slipped off.

Her eyes glimmered with excitement and madness, blood-red and intense. She stared straight ahead — at Hachiman, who was chatting happily with Haruno Yukinoshita.

"Hachiman~ This is my heartfelt gift to you~ You must savor it properly~"

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"We didn't order any cookies, did we?" Yukino looked curiously at Yumeko. The overly enthusiastic maid seemed a bit... too friendly.

"It's a special event today. These cookies are complimentary~" Yumeko cheerfully set the cookies down in the center of the table. "They're delicious — please try them~"

"Thank you," Yukino said sincerely.

The cookies looked exquisite, clearly baked with care. But... having cookies with coffee just felt like an odd combo.

"You're not eating?" Haruno looked at Hachiman and Yukino, then decided to try one herself.

There's no way Yumeko Jabami would actually drug the cookies in broad daylight, right? If she really did that, it would be way too vile.

No matter how much Hachiman liked her, even he wouldn't condone such a thing.

So, Haruno casually picked up a cookie with her slender fingers and popped it into her mouth.

"Crunch—"