Chapter 12: It’s sweet!
—C-crying…?
Even though she heard Jakui Rinrincho’s words and felt the damp warmth on her cheeks, our Miss Someya Sara refused to admit she’d been scared into tears.
N-no way!!
…A-at most, she was just producing some physiological tears.
The girl comforted herself.
Yes, that’s all. She was a veteran transmigrator who’d survived countless worlds—how could she possibly be scared into crying by Jakui Rinrincho?
But…
Her body had always been fragile, and she never dared confront anyone head-on. At most she’d quietly grumble in her heart. When she fought with friends, she’d only manage a few “idiot, big idiot, meanie, I hate you most, I never want to be friends again” before her face burned, her vision blurred, and tears came anyway…
“You cry so easily, dummy!”
“Okay, okay, stop crying.”
“Sorry, let’s make up!”
“Little crybaby.”
Come to think of it, someone in her memories had said that about her. Xiao Nuosang had also called her a “tear-incontinence constitution”—the moment her emotions spiked, she couldn’t hold back the tears.
Wah…
Had she really cried?
B-but…
She couldn’t control it!
She’d tried so hard not to cry!
“Wah… d-don’t look at me…”
Realizing her face was probably flushed and tear-streaked even if she couldn’t see it clearly, Someya Sara panicked. She hurriedly raised her arms to hide her embarrassing expression.
But the next second, her wrists were seized and gently pulled away. Her tear-filled, obviously crying face was completely exposed to Jakui Rinrincho and Kanzaki Sumire.
“Little dummy…”
In her shaking, blurry, dark vision, someone said.
“So cute.”
“Why hide your face?” the voice continued, gentle as a sigh.
Warm breath brushed past her ear.
“N-not cute at all…”
Her voice cracked with a sob. Someya Sara reached out and shoved with all her might.
This time—maybe because she was desperate, maybe because Jakui Rinrincho wasn’t expecting it—she actually staggered back a step or two.
“Y-you… don’t look at me!”
She kept going, trying to sound fierce.
But she only shrank deeper into the sofa, burying her head in her collar, trying to escape their gazes. Her thin body trembled like a ginkgo leaf in autumn wind—already fallen, already nothing, yet still spinning helplessly in the breeze.
Pitiful. Truly pitiful.
…
Tap.
A moment later, footsteps. Two sets. Then she felt Jakui Rinrincho and Kanzaki Sumire close in, boxing her into the corner of the sofa, completely enveloping her.
The gazes she didn’t want to feel—
Jakui Rinrincho and Kanzaki Sumire’s eyes were tangible, like countless cold hands reaching out from the black mouth of an abyss. Icy. Seamless. Grabbing her body, brazenly touching her most vulnerable places. No way out. No escape.
The living room fell eerily silent, broken only by Someya Sara’s quick, pitiful breathing—tiny, whimpering, trembling.
W-what were they going to do?
Someya Sara bit her lip, not knowing—and not wanting to know—the answer.
Because the meaning hidden in those gazes was too terrifying, too oppressive. Her small-animal survival instincts screamed that whatever lay behind those eyes was something she absolutely could not bear.
“What are you so afraid of?”
Jakui Rinrincho chuckled low. Her fingertip gently pressed Someya Sara’s lip—she had bitten through the skin; a bead of blood welled up. The girl herself hadn’t noticed and was still biting hard.
Jakui Rinrincho rubbed it, rubbed again.
Only then did Someya Sara hiss in pain and release her teeth.
“You dared bite me earlier, and now you won’t even let us look?”
Mischievously, Jakui Rinrincho slipped her forefinger into the girl’s mouth.
Instantly, her fingertip was enveloped in soft, wet warmth. A strange pleasure raced through the red blood vessels and silver saliva in the girl’s mouth, straight to her nerves…
“Enough!”
Just as Jakui Rinrincho considered adding another finger, Kanzaki Sumire suddenly grabbed her shoulder and stopped her. “Seriously—what’s fun about this?”
Only then did Jakui Rinrincho withdraw her finger, now trailing silver threads. She licked it.
“Sweet,” she said. Her blood-red eyes looked veiled in the flickering light—seductive and unreal.
Kanzaki Sumire didn’t share the emotion in those eyes. She only saw, out of the corner of her vision, her usually restrained, elegant, cold childhood friend calmly doing something this perverted.
Kanzaki Sumire: “…”
“Hey, Rinrincho.”
After a long silence, she spoke with open disgust. “Your tastes are getting worse and worse. Is it because you’ve been too repressed at the company?”
“Sumire, is that so?” Jakui Rinrincho tilted her head, sounding genuinely puzzled. “Then why have you been staring at her the whole time?”
“I-I have not!”
Caught, Kanzaki Sumire frantically tried to look away.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
…
She couldn’t.
Not only that—her throat tightened. Her gaze stayed locked on Someya Sara’s petite frame, translucent pale skin, and that babyish face woven with desire and innocence, bursting with life.
If…
If they didn’t stop at this—if they did something even worse…
Like pinning down those already weak limbs, crushing her powerless struggles—she’d probably cry even more pitifully, right?
And she couldn’t see. Even if she pushed them away and crawled off the sofa, in her panic she wouldn’t even find the door. She couldn’t escape this room.
She could only tremble helplessly, waiting to be caught again, picked up, or pressed down right there.
Really… way too easy to bully.
Anyone could reach out, pin her beneath them, touch more, more, more—
No.
Wrong!
Kanzaki Sumire sucked in a sharp breath and snapped out of it. Someone this fragile couldn’t possibly be the shameless troll who slandered Rinrincho online.
Stay rational.
She bit her tongue hard. The sharp pain finally let her tear her gaze away.
“Let’s go!” The next second, she forcibly dragged Jakui Rinrincho toward the entrance. “You’re a respectable agency president—bullying a little girl like this? I can’t even bring myself to do it, and you actually made her cry.”
“Boring.”
“Total waste of time.”