Chapter 67: Rena Serizawa's Counterattack!

Standing outside the storage room, Anhe finally understood what had happened after listening to Keiko Kitajima’s explanation.

A few minutes earlier, Rena Serizawa had just changed into her gym clothes when her period unexpectedly arrived. Unprepared, the freshly changed pants were soaked through. With no other option, Keiko Kitajima took her to the nearest storage room to help her change her pants and sanitary pad. But halfway through the process…

Damn it, cursed narrator, you set me up!

Anhe cursed inwardly, but outwardly he wore a sincere smile and bowed slightly to Keiko Kitajima.

“Thank you for your help just now, Kitajima. I thought something had happened to Serizawa, so I…”

“It’s nothing,” Keiko Kitajima waved her hand dismissively. “You should go check on Serizawa.”

Upon hearing this, Anhe apologized again and entered the storage room.

Watching his retreating back, Keiko Kitajima couldn’t help but smile wryly. Anyone who wasn’t a fool could see from Anhe’s expressions and actions just how much he cared for Rena Serizawa.

Meanwhile…

Entering the storage room, Anhe immediately saw the girl sitting on the sofa. Unlike before, when she wore nothing, now she had changed into the school’s pleated skirt and a pair of white stockings. Due to the angle, Anhe could glimpse the scenery between her legs.

Those wicked square-cut panties.

Muttering to himself, Anhe walked over and softly asked, “Are you feeling better now?”

Hearing his words, Rena Serizawa’s cheeks reddened further as she recalled the earlier scene. She instinctively pressed her legs together and fiddled nervously with her clothes, finally nodding her head.

Seeing this, Anhe gently patted her head, then glanced at the nearby red square-cut shorts. The color at the center was noticeably darker than the surrounding fabric.

Clearly, they were soaked with blood.

Noticing his gaze, Rena quickly grabbed the shorts and hid them behind her back.

Anhe didn’t mind, and after thinking for a moment, he softly asked, “Shall I ask for leave and take you home? The last period is just home economics, nothing important.”

Rena’s eyes brightened, hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

“Let’s go find Ms. Ito, then,” Anhe said, offering his hand. She took it, rising from the sofa.

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Leaving the storage room, Anhe didn’t see Keiko Kitajima. She must have gone to PE class. As for the storage room door, Anhe tried closing it—it barely latched, but could be pushed open with a bit of force.

He scanned the area. No surveillance cameras. With nothing to worry about, Anhe slipped away.

After finding out Ms. Nobue Ito’s location via phone, Anhe led Rena Serizawa to the office.

The leave process went smoothly. Just as they were about to leave, Ms. Ito suddenly called out to Anhe.

“On Wednesday, the two-day field trip begins. Make sure you’re prepared.”

“I understand.” Anhe nodded. Ms. Ito had already texted him, saying she’d take more intimate photos of herself, Anhe, and Sari Kurorai during the trip.

Leaving the office, Anhe changed back into his regular clothes, then helped Rena pack a few things before heading to the school gate.

After showing Ms. Ito’s leave note, the two exited campus without issue.

Feeling the winter wind bite, Anhe shivered in his white shirt.

Suddenly, warmth enveloped his arm. Turning, he saw Rena clutching his arm close to her chest.

Catching his gaze, Rena pretended not to notice and turned her head away, but the blush on her ears and neck betrayed her.

Anhe affectionately ruffled her hair as they headed to the station together.

It wasn’t rush hour, so the train was nearly empty. The two found seats easily.

The Serizawa house wasn’t far from school. When they arrived, it was just about 1:30 PM, with more than an hour before Yui Serizawa would return from school.

Sitting on the living room sofa, Anhe sipped a red date tea, while Rena went to the bathroom to change.

[Alone—a boy and girl, an eighty-point favorability, over an hour of free time! Connecting these three elements, your heart stirs slightly: someone’s blood must be spilled, and why can’t that someone be you?]

The sudden narrator’s voice made Anhe freeze mid-action. Rena’s petite figure flashed through his mind, and he quickly shook his head.

Too young. I couldn’t possibly.

Just as he thought this, the bedroom door opened and Rena walked out in pink bunny pajamas.

She didn’t rush to the living room, but first went to the bedroom. When she reemerged, she was holding two controllers, obviously intending to play games.

There was still plenty of time, and Anhe had no intention of returning to school, so he decided to play with her.

As usual, it was King of Fighters.

Anhe was convinced his loss last time was due to a momentary lapse.

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But reality proved that incompetence is incompetence.

Rena Serizawa once again used Mai Shiranui to pin Anhe’s Orochi to the ground, even arrogantly playing with one hand, yet Anhe couldn’t lift his head.

Seeing his Orochi about to fall, Anhe’s eyes flashed with determination, ready to repeat his old trick.

This time, however, Rena was prepared. She dodged his attack with a quick move and flashed him a triumphant smile.

But soon, a large hand grabbed her slender, fair ankle, and Rena’s expression changed.

In the next moment, a surge of strength sent her tumbling into Anhe’s arms, and before she could react, he locked her limbs firmly.

“Heh heh heh, now watch and learn what real skill looks like, Rena-chan!”

Anhe grinned, holding the controller with one hand as Orochi unleashed a furious barrage.

With her hands and feet immobilized, Rena couldn’t move, forced to watch as her Mai Shiranui was ruthlessly defeated.

Soon, “Game Over” appeared on the screen.

Throwing the controller aside, Anhe looked down at Rena in his arms and said triumphantly, “Now you see the difference?”

Rena grew angrier the more she thought about it, biting her lip hard.

Murderous intent!

Anhe was startled, about to release her, but Rena was faster, sinking her teeth into his chest.

“Hiss~ You really know how to pick a spot!”

Pain made Anhe suck in a breath, trying to pull her away, but she showed no intention of letting go.

Seeing this, Anhe threatened, “If you don’t let go, I’ll bite back!”

At his words, Rena’s face flushed, especially as she realized where she’d bitten him. Yet, for some reason, she didn’t let go—if anything, she flicked her tongue…

First update!

(End of chapter)