Chapter 18: Darling, come and lean on me
Someya Sara blamed the faint unease in her heart on the exhaustion of the past few days. She curled up on the sofa and watched anime with Xiao Nuosang.
“Hey… if we had to save these fragments of memory with a name…”
On the screen were so many things: the warm yellow sunset that looked like cherry blossoms, the four unreliable senpais, the keyboard, bass, drums, guitar… and Azu-nyan sitting in the audience, head tilted, blankly listening to her senpais’ not-very-impressive performance.
“I think ‘Treasure’ would be the most perfect name.”
…
Encountering an angel.
K-ON never graduates.
If it had been yesterday, Someya Sara would definitely have cried from emotion. But today, for some reason, her chest felt heavy. The invisible gaze in the room grew thicker, stickier, pressing down until she could barely breathe.
“Xiao Nuosang…” She poked the system very softly.
[What is it, baby?]
“I… I want to go for a walk.”
[Great idea!]
[A little stroll helps ease anxiety~]
Xiao Nuosang’s voice was bright and cheerful.
It had long noticed its host looking wilted and out of sorts, and had been secretly trying to think of ways to cheer her up. Now that Someya Sara suggested it herself, Xiao Nuosang was thrilled. After all, besides helping her complete missions, keeping its host sunny and mentally healthy was one of its important duties.
[Let’s go! There’s a park nearby. It should be quiet in this world, and the air is nice.]
The girl nodded gently. “Mm.”
The sun was warm, the sky a pale, clear blue scattered with wisps of white clouds edged in soft gold—like a perfect summer cake roll.
Shaa…
Even the breeze was gentle. Someya Sara walked slowly; the heaviness in her heart was blown away a little.
But the peace didn’t last long.
A strange feeling crept up her spine.
Besides the sunlight and the rustle of leaves, besides the distant car horns… was there something else? Very faint, deliberately light footsteps, perfectly in sync with hers, following right behind.
It’s… probably just another person walking.
She bit her lip, comforted herself, and unconsciously sped up.
Tap. Tap. The footsteps behind her quickened too.
Thump.
Someya Sara gripped her white cane tighter. Her heart pounded uncontrollably; an icy chill shot up her spine.
Who… who is it?!
Before she could think further, an enormous force slammed into her from behind. A tangerine-colored, long, powerful arm wrapped around her waist, effortlessly lifting her off the ground. At the same time, to stop her from screaming, another hand clamped over her mouth and nose—not too hard, not too soft.
“Mmph!!!”
Her misty blue eyes flew wide in shock. Legs kicking wildly, hands slapping and scratching at the arm over her face.
Hiss.
A tiny, almost inaudible inhale of pain came from behind. The hand loosened slightly from the sting.
Now!
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Seizing the fleeting chance, Someya Sara bit down with all her strength, wriggled free just enough, and let out a short, sharp “Help—”
The second syllable never left her throat. The woman’s hand clamped down again, muffling the rest.
“Get in the car. Stop playing around.”
A voice spoke beside her—somewhat familiar, but she couldn’t place it.
*
Reversal failed. Our Miss Someya Sara was tossed into a Maybach. Even after falling into the tiger’s den, she kept struggling—until her shin banged against something cold and hard. Pain shot through her leg; her nose stung, and she let out a pitiful “Wuu…” before stiffening and curling into a small ball.
She wasn’t stupid. (Probably? Maybe.)
Nobody kidnaps a blind girl for no reason—except the people she’d recently pissed off.
“Xiao Nuosang, Xiao Nuosang.”
She immediately summoned the system and asked for intel.
[Baby, don’t be scared.]
[It’s Jakui Rinrincho and the others. Not strangers.]
Seeing its host biting her lip with red-rimmed eyes, looking ready to cry any second, Xiao Nuosang comforted her while turning on system vision.
Hearing the expected answer, Someya Sara relaxed a little. But what puzzled her was that the car didn’t move. It stayed parked near the park, engine silent.
Also—she’d imagined a shady old van straight out of a Hong Kong gangster flick starring a green-tinted Tony Leung or golden-haired Zhang Zhanghui. Instead, she was in an ultra-luxury extended Maybach.
Spacious and comfortable, 2+2+3+3 seating, huge ceiling screen, 7.1 surround sound, in-car fridge… The thing she’d just kicked was the fridge beside the door.
Xiao Nuosang: “…”
Some. Ya. Sara!
I gave you system vision to check the people, not the interior decor!!
On the other side, Someya Sara felt this was absurd. The last time she’d ridden in a car this luxurious, she’d died in a crash.
Now… she’d been kidnapped into one.
Then someone gently held her ankle.
“Don’t move.”
The voice was unfamiliar but beautiful—soft, sweet, magnetic, carrying an intoxicating tenderness.
Someya Sara switched the system vision toward the speaker.
And saw:
Aizen Sou Hazuki.
The last blonde in the game.
Easy to recognize.
Among the three, she had the most “sinful” chest and looked the least like a villain.
She was always smiling, damp red lips slightly parted, radiating the most reassuring, maternal smile—like the Virgin Mary in a church.
Matching that smile, her pale purple eyes always seemed to say, “Having trouble? Come rely on me. I’ll patiently, very patiently, extremely patiently help you solve any problem—physical or emotional. Just come to me.”
Right now, she was holding Someya Sara’s ankle, head slightly lowered. Her jade-pure, delicate face was half in sunlight, half in shadow, glowing with indescribable gentle holiness.
But…
Someya Sara was about to cry.
Aizen Sou Hazuki—the one who looked like she wanted people to call her “Mommy”—was the real pervert compared to Jakui Rinrincho and Kanzaki Sumire up front.
Forced play, confinement, every letter of the BDSM alphabet…
Her list of immortal techniques was longer than a CVS receipt.JPG
Even her capable wife Hoshiori Tsukiyo couldn’t stand it and tried to run away multiple times.
Someya Sara: QAQ!