"I'm here to... make sure you're all cleaned up!!!"
Ito Yoshito looked up in confusion, meeting Hazuki Miwako's gaze.
Clean?
What would she use to clean?
He noticed her alluring eyebrows raised high, her beautiful eyes shimmering with heat as she laughed softly.
She approached him like a queen surveying her territory, already halfway undressed.
Leaning forward, her curves collided in a mesmerizing way, creating a captivating and deep cleavage.
"Do you know? I haven't had lunch yet either. I should get to work and prepare my lunch bento... you naughty little brat!"
She lightly breathed hot air into his ear, delivering her final decree as the snake princess named Hazuki Miwako.
She would eat him!
The warm breath enveloped his ear, and the intoxicating scent wafted like a sweet poison, causing Ito Yoshito's blood to boil.
His muscles tightened, transforming his body into a more enticing feast.
To maintain the tenderness of her prey's muscles, Hazuki Miwako extended her long and delicate legs, wrapped in white lace stockings, pressing her dainty feet against the wildly struggling prey beneath her.
Occasionally tracing the area with water to wash away the traces of blood.
"Go ahead, resist! Struggle! It's only hastening your demise!"
As her prey thrashed about like a desperate bull, she, Hazuki Miwako, even with her hands bound, remained as invincible as ever.
In the awakening of her S attributes, let him drown!
"+10, +10, +10"
While Hazuki Miwako was fervently preparing her lunch—stir-fried chicken.
Three shadowy figures in the next room huddled together.
"Why? Why does that little brat, who hasn't even fully grown hair yet, get Hazuki Miwako's admiration? Boohoo..."
A man wrapped in bandages, the peculiar aura of sleaziness evident about him, sat nearby, listening to the sizzling sounds from Ito Yoshito's room.
"Look at you! With a face like that, why aren't you hiding at home instead of scaring people? Even ghosts would dislike you."
A short, thin old man mocked the bandaged man.
"You old geezer..."
"Though that woman is something else..." a middle-aged man interjected, "Isn't that weird nurse on duty tonight? Should we...?"
"Tell me more..."
Time flew by swiftly.
Two hours passed quickly, and Hazuki Miwako was astonished by her prey's resilience.
From initially being excited about overcoming him, she found herself acknowledging his spirit as he dwindled to a fragile state.
Determined, she decided to try taming him again tonight.
'I can't let too much time pass. Although he's foamed at the mouth a few times, his recovery is truly remarkable! I can't even injure him properly!'
With a sense of competition and opportunity propelling her, Hazuki Miwako stepped gracefully down the hallway back to the nurse's station, knowing she'd need to stop soon given her own injuries, as they would leave marks if she wasn't careful.
Two hours had indeed passed without anyone interrupting Hazuki Miwako in the otherwise empty hospital.
Ring Status:
Shame Points: 31/120
Recovery Rate: 8/hour.
Time flew by, and night soon arrived.
The hospital felt eerily quiet, with the subtle sounds of chirping insects and rustling leaves clear in Ito Yoshito's ears.
"Thud, thud, thud…"
The sound of footsteps echoed through the empty corridor.
Ito Yoshito sat up, on high alert; he knew the approaching guests were up to no good.
"Creak."
The door opened, and standing before him in her usual attire was Hazuki Miwako.
"Are you ready to face your trial?"
Her powerful aura filled the silent room; even a great dragon would bow its proud head in her presence.
Contrary to the heat inside the room, three sneaky figures lurked stealthily in the quiet corridor, inching toward Ito Yoshito's room.
"Can you see?" the thin old man whispered.
"No, the curtain is blocking the view. The bull-headed idiot is surprisingly cautious."
"Don't fire a shot, we sneak in quietly."
"Crap, the door is locked! What do we do now?"
"Since gunfire won't work, we'll go in forcibly. You guys shift aside."
"Bang!"
The bandaged man slammed his fists against the door with a loud thud.
"Weird nurse and that lucky brat, open up! You wouldn't want to…"
Hazuki Miwako jumped at the sudden noise, her well-toned legs instinctively clutching onto Ito Yoshito, creating a suffocating feeling, akin to a constricting snake;
"Hiss!!!"
"What should we do, Ito-kun?"
Hazuki Miwako no longer held her previous queenly demeanor.
Instead, she slumped into Ito Yoshito's arms, her voice barely a whisper.
The tension in her eyes turned into a helpless, pleading gaze, resembling a small cat that draws sympathy.
"It's okay, leave it to me," Ito Yoshito reassured her.
As he held Hazuki Miwako close, he mulled over the course of action, realizing caution would be essential.
After a moment, the loud banging and shouts at the front door urged him to get up.
He tidied his clothes and pulled the curtain to hide them further.
He approached the door.
Just as he turned the lock, the door burst open, and the three figures rushed in, eager to enter his room.
Yet, Ito Yoshito's solid frame stood like a fortress, blocking their path and preventing them from accessing the room just within reach.
"Baka yaro, you little brat!" they began to curse, lifting their heads to yell, "Uh…"
Ito Yoshito stood firmly in the doorway, tall and upright, his muscular arms exposed like iron towers.
His deep features twisted into a chilling grin that cast long shadows in the silver moonlight.
"Gentlemen, let's have a proper talk in the next room!"
The unsatisfied grumbling and frustration spilled over in the form of clenched fists as Ito Yoshito felt somewhat relieved.
He watched the three men sprawled on the floor, painfully kicking and yelling.
With a slight scratch on his chin, he had already devised a way to silence their mouths; now he just had to figure out how to implement it.
Speaking of which, Ito Yoshito's personality was surprisingly similar to that of the original owner of this body.
The original was robust from an early age and often resorted to violence to solve problems.
It seemed they had never experienced maternal love, as the original often found himself accommodating mature women, submissive yet compliant, whereas men met with brute force.
Just days ago, he had faced a group of debt collectors head-on without hesitation.
On the other hand, Ito Yoshito was more cautious.
In situations where he faced stronger foes, he preferred to lie low, and, given the visible weakness in the three before him, a small accident would not disrupt his overall plan.