Shirunai turned her head away, unable to et Ryuuske's gaze. His eyes filled her with fear, anger, and a deep unease—as if her entire past had been laid bare before him.
For a girl who had suffered such tragedy, losing her parents and everything she once knew, even the violation of her body was sothing she could endure with resilience. But having her innermost self exposed, her past laid open for soone else to see—that would break her. It would make her kneel and weep, stripping away her ability to resist.
Shirunai knew better than anyone how fragile she truly was beneath her facade of strength.
Ryuuske snapped out of his thoughts, his expression shifting back to casual indifference as he smirked at her. "...You're slandering out of nowhere, making feel all kinds of complicated. How can you be so wicked?"
Seeing him return to his usual irreverent self, Shirunai secretly breathed a sigh of relief. But his shalessness—accusing her instead—left her speechless. Gritting her teeth, she retorted, "...You're the shaless one here! Doing that to an unconscious girl… and one you knocked out yourself!"
"Nope, I didn't knock you out. Gabite did. You should be complaining to it."
Ryuuske spoke with righteous conviction, while Gabite beside him blinked innocently.
"Besides, what exactly did I do? Did you see anything? No evidence ans no slander. If you feel violated, you can go to the hospital for a check-up anyti. I guarantee that little barrier of yours is still intact!"
Shirunai's face twisted between laughter and tears at his deadpan delivery, before she finally lowered her head, on the verge of sobbing.
This ti, even Ryuuske couldn't tell if her tears were real or fake.
"Wrongdoing deserves punishnt—even a child knows that. Lying and stealing are bad. I'm just teaching you the harsh truths of this world."
Ryuuske knelt beside her on one knee, then—under Shirunai's bewildered gaze—raised a finger and placed it beneath her delicate nose.
"...Go on, take a whiff. It's all you." He smirked. "Honestly, I was surprised too. Even unconscious, your body still reacted. How shaless~ Tsk tsk."
Shirunai held her breath, but soon, the lack of oxygen turned her face red. Against her will, she caught the scent lingering on his finger—one that made her burn with humiliation.
"Are you really only fifteen?!"
She couldn't help but ask, tears glistening in her eyes. What kind of upbringing creates a person like this?! Running into him was the worst luck of her life. She couldn't beat him, got caught by him, and now he even had evidence of her cris. It reminded her of so twisted manga plot.
"Who knows? Age doesn't matter anyway. Earlier, you had Squirtle blast with Hydro Cannon. If I hadn't dodged, I'd be in a hospital bed right now getting my ribs wired back together. For a thief and a con artist, you sure didn't hesitate to try murder when caught. I'd say that gives every right to do whatever I want to you."
His cold laugh sent a shiver down her spine.
Shirunai forced an awkward chuckle. "...That was all a misunderstanding! I swear, I never ant to kill anyone!"
"I know. If you had genuinely tried to kill back in Cerulean City, you'd be a naless corpse buried in a ditch right now. Look—Gabite even dug the hole for you."
Following his finger, Shirunai's blood ran cold. There really was a freshly dug pit nearby—perfect for hiding a body. Gabite beside Ryuuske grinned nacingly, while Dratini coiled around his neck glared at her with equal malice.
Shirunai reached the sa conclusion as Ryuuske:
"A trainer's Pokémon reflect their master."
These two dragons were just as terrifying as he was!
"I admit I was wrong! I'll accept any punishnt you give , okay?"
Her expressive eyes turned pitiful, her voice dripping with honeyed sweetness—like a spoiled child begging for rcy.
"Any punishnt?"
Ryuuske stroked his chin, eyeing her with amusent.
"Mhm, really! Do whatever you want to . I'm already yours anyway—who would marry after this? And it's not like I can resist right now…"
Her tone was a mix of sorrow and resignation, enough to tug at anyone's heartstrings.
"We're in the outskirts of Cerulean City. Not many people co here, but it's not completely deserted. How about we blindfold you, put up a sign that says 'Free Use,' and hide a few caras to see how many n will cross the line?"
Shirunai's jaw dropped as she stared at him—Was this guy a complete psycho?!
"Don't look at like that. I'm not the one who ca up with it!"
Ryuuske felt genuinely wronged. These were the kinds of things actual degenerates online fantasized about. He was just throwing it out there to ss with her.
"N-no! Absolutely not!"
Shirunai shook her head frantically, her cheeks flushing. "...Am I really that unattractive? I'm offering myself to you, and you'd rather let others have ?"
"Waaah—"
She burst into tears again, heartbroken, as if her entire worth as a woman had been denied.
"Do you really feel nothing for ? If you promise not to let anyone else touch … I'll do anything you want. You've already… touched down there… so why not try sowhere else?"
Her voice trembled with humiliation, her face burning so red she had to turn away. Yet that very expression only stoked a man's desires further.
Ryuuske's gaze instinctively drifted downward—where her proportions defied belief. She even squird slightly, making the view even more impactful.
As he reached out, seemingly unable to resist, Shirunai's blush deepened, her fair neck tinged pink. She shrank in on herself, trembling as if terrified—yet she squeezed her eyes shut, allowing him to do as he pleased.
Only the corners of her lips, hidden from view, curled into a sly smirk.
That's right. Go ahead. Touch . Grab without holding back.
A woman's body is the perfect hiding place for weapons.
And a beautiful woman?
She's the most dangerous weapon of all.
To be continued…
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