Miss Kaguya Wants My Surrender

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"Are you sure you want me to feed you?"

Amamiya Natsuki asked one last time.

"N-Noisy!" Fujiwara Chika waved her two 'shark fins', slapping at him. "Someone dying of thirst won't be so picky; as long as it's liquid, I can drink it!"

"Such spirit."

When people are fighting for survival, they truly can unleash endless resilience.

Amamiya Natsuki couldn't help but lower his gaze to his pants.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

Fujiwara Chika, enraged, waved her shark fins and slapped him hard: "Stupid Natsuki, what are you thinking?!"

"Stop hitting me." Amamiya Natsuki said with a righteous expression, "I agree."

"Don't put your hand on your waist!"

"..."

Even the pink-haired idiot didn't care, so Amamiya Natsuki certainly wouldn't hesitate.

He bent down, approached the faucet, took a mouthful of water, and then stood up.

Fujiwara Chika stood on tiptoes and quickly moved closer.

Their eyes met.

Amamiya Natsuki could clearly see the girl's slightly parted pink lips and two rows of faintly visible, pristine white teeth. Her lips were like cherry blossoms after the rain, exuding an inviting, tender pink luster.

The so-called 'red lips and white teeth' was nothing more than this.

"Hoo... hoo..."

Fujiwara Chika's breathing quickened slightly, her long, slightly curled eyelashes trembling incessantly, like a fish about to die from dehydration. Her eyes were filled with an urgent desire for moisture and irrigation.

It was only when the distance between them was reduced to the last inch that Fujiwara Chika finally felt a bit shy.

"I can't, I really can't hold back anymore..."

Under the frantic urging of her brain, the small amount of shyness instantly vanished.

Under the pressure of dying of thirst, shyness was meaningless.

Fujiwara Chika quickly stood on tiptoes and pressed closer.

So soft.

Amamiya Natsuki felt a slight daze.

He had never known before that a girl's lips could be so soft and delicate, like cheese or pudding, making one worry they might melt if not careful.

Besides softness and fragrance, Amamiya Natsuki also tasted a faint, refreshing hint of mint.

"She must have used mint toothpaste when brushing her teeth tonight..."

At the same time, the pink-haired girl, having received moisture and irrigation, could no longer control her desire to drink water, and her movements suddenly became urgent.

It wasn't gentle.

Rather, it was somewhat rough.

Amamiya Natsuki took half a step back, his back hitting the cold, hard wall.

Fujiwara Chika raised one 'shark fin', pressed him against the wall, stood on tiptoes, and took the initiative to seize the source of life.

For a moment, Amamiya Natsuki's mood was exceptionally subtle.

If this were an otome game world, this scene would probably be "After School, I Was Dragged into the Restroom by a Female Delinquent and Wall-Slammed and Violated"!

A moment later.

"Hoo... hoo..."

As the two separated, hurried breathing finally sounded. A silver thread stretched and clung between their lips, finally tightening to its limit and breaking regrettably.

Fujiwara Chika's pretty face had turned into a ripe apple, as if it were about to drip blood. Seeing this, the blush on her face deepened by two shades, and she quickly waved her 'shark fin', wanting to wipe the corner of her mouth.

Unfortunately, her 'shark fin' was too short to reach.

Amamiya Natsuki quickly calmed down, raised his right hand, wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and whispered:

"Again."

"Eh? Eh?"

Fujiwara Chika jumped back half a step in panic.

Lewd!

Shameless!

He actually wanted to kiss her again; this was a horror game, not the time for such things!

No matter how wonderful and comfortable it felt, you couldn't get addicted to it!

"Don't overthink it." Amamiya Natsuki raised an eyebrow slightly and reminded her in a low voice, "You haven't taken off your doll costume yet."

Hearing this, Fujiwara Chika quickly realized.

That's right.

The doll costume hadn't been taken off; just now was only a temporary solution, the root of the problem hadn't been resolved.

At this thought, Fujiwara Chika felt the desire that had just been quenched, once again surged back with a vengeance.

"Let's do it again."

Amamiya Natsuki blinked lightly, his eyes signaling to calm down.

Fujiwara Chika panted softly, her face red, and agreed: "Then, then I'll drink again..."

She had already drunk once, so drinking again wouldn't matter.

Amamiya Natsuki turned on the faucet, took a mouthful of water, and came before Fujiwara Chika.

This time, the pink-haired girl wasn't as desperate as before; shyness took over, and she stammered, making no move.

Amamiya Natsuki didn't waste time. He simply reached out, wrapped his arms around the pink-haired girl's waist from behind, and then lowered his head to feed her water.

"Ngh..."

Fujiwara Chika's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she quickly closed her eyes, then, guided by instinct, continued to drink water.

This time, she wasn't as thirsty as before, so she could perceive more things, such as the scorching heat on her tongue, which made her head spin slightly and her body tremble.

I-It's over, I won't be able to get married!

Whoosh!

Amamiya Natsuki quietly grabbed the zipper on the back of the doll costume, pulled it all the way down, and urged in a low voice:

"Hurry and come out."

"Ah... Oh."

Fujiwara Chika's eyes were hazy, looking over dazedly. She froze for a second before reacting, then quickly jumped out of the shark doll costume.

The two retreated a few steps, creating distance. The shark doll costume, which had fallen to the ground, seemed to come alive, standing up from the ground in a bizarre posture, then wobbled and chased after them.

"Natsuki-kun, let's run quickly." Fujiwara Chika said nervously, "You must not let this doll costume touch you. If it touches your body, your body will become uncontrollable, and you'll put it on yourself."

Amamiya Natsuki said calmly:

"Then it depends on which ability has a higher priority."

"Eh?"

"Seize and Eliminate Evil."

"Oh dear." Fujiwara Chika slapped her forehead, "I was so nervous, I completely forgot... I wonder if the shark doll costume can be named."

Amamiya Natsuki said: "We'll know if we try."

Fujiwara Chika agreed, pointed her hand at the doll costume: "Don, if I call your name, do you dare to answer?"

The shark doll costume's chasing steps paused, and then a strange voice came from within the doll costume:

"...Don is here!"

"The skill can be used." Fujiwara Chika couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, then cracked her knuckles, a very dangerous smile appearing on her face, "Natsuki-kun, quickly grab it, I want to vent!"

Amamiya Natsuki grabbed the shark doll's shoulder, and the Seize and Eliminate Evil combo skill was successfully triggered.

The shark doll quickly became still.

"Too much! This is too much!"

Fujiwara Chika clenched her pink fists and started punching the shark doll's stomach.

"You don't know how uncomfortable it was just now, it was like walking in the desert for three days and three nights, every cell in my body was screaming for water." Fujiwara Chika accused angrily, "I felt like I was about to die."

Amamiya Natsuki's gaze shifted, falling on Fujiwara Chika's moist, tender pink lips, deep in thought.

"..."

Fujiwara Chika quickly covered her face. Without the mental influence of the doll costume, the girl's sense of shame completely took over.

The first time, the second time, it was all gone, now she was completely unmarriageable.

"Don't cover your face, I didn't see you being shy just now." Amamiya Natsuki wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, "Let's clear the game first."

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