When there was a minute and a half left, Thomas stood up and knelt in front of Belle.
"What’s wrong, Master? Don’t you want to keep receiving my caresses?"
Thomas didn’t hesitate. With his heart pounding at a thousand beats per second, his impulses out of control, and the pressure of the seconds ticking away, he threw his hands at her.
"Ah~...," Belle murmured in a tone so delicate and high-pitched that it went against everything about her slender, dignified bearing—the sa bearing he had always known her for.
Thomas’s hands were on Belle’s breasts.
’I-I’m touching her! I’m touching Belle Snow, the number one heroine in the world! And, of course, my greatest platonic love!’
His hands squeezed, feeling the soft texture of her breasts. They moved up and down, pulling at them. When he tried to pinch her nipples, he noticed a smooth texture.
’Damn it, she’s wearing a bra. But I shouldn’t be doing this! It’s so immoral! Well, just this once! Just once and that’s it, I promise!’
He slipped his hands inside her dress and unclasped her bra. Belle remained kneeling, her posture submissive, while her cheeks grew warm and her breath ca out hot.
After undoing her black lace bra, he tossed it aside and began squeezing her nipples. Now he was feeling her bare, warm breasts.
"Belle, I love you so much...," he whispered.
As he squeezed her nipples, he glanced at the System’s counter; only forty seconds remained. Thomas opened her dress to see them better and kept squeezing them. Then, without letting go, he focused on what really mattered:
’If I hadn’t been so skeptical when using that gift item, I could’ve asked for sothing a hundred tis better—sothing better than my stupid teenage lust... even if I bla myself for this, Belle is the heroine I admire the most, and her beauty captivates ; I can’t stop touching her.’
He opened his eyes and t Belle’s intense, serene gaze, while her cheeks were flushed and her breath spilled from her mouth.
’I want to kiss her... but...’
He refocused on what mattered. When the gauge reached twenty seconds, Thomas released her breasts and adjusted her dress properly to cover them.
"Miss Belle, is there sothing or soone so incredibly important to you that, if soone were to save them, you’d feel grateful enough to reward that person with sothing?"
"Yes, Master, there is. My younger brother; he ans everything to , and he’s the reason I always give my best in front of the caras. I want him to always admire ."
Twelve seconds.
"Where exactly is he? And what is his na?"
"He lives in the house I bought for him, at 792 Veladoria Street, and his na is Adam. No one knows he’s my brother, because it’s a secret."
’This System is... truly terrifying. Even for the number one heroine in the world...’
"Does your brother look like you, and what school does he attend?"
"No. He has my mother’s genes, he’s blond, and he attends the private high school Heroes of Tomorrow."
Five seconds.
Thomas sighed once more and thought again.
’Truly... terrifying.’
His gray eyes looked at the ti, just about to run out, when he realized sothing very important. Belle’s bra was lying beside him, completely exposed.
"Damn it!"
He lunged for it and quickly shoved it under his shirt just as the gauge hit zero. A small chi rang out, and the following ssage appeared in white letters:
[Silent Gift Request Completed.]
[The Affected Will Lose All mories, but the System Will Rember Everything.]
[Calculating Bond Created...]
"Huh?" Belle murmured softly. "Where...?"
Thomas trembled when he heard the question behind him.
’Damn it, is she going to stay here?! I thought she’d leave automatically like when she arrived!’
"Hey, white-haired kid..."
"Eek!"
"Who are you?" Belle asked, standing up.
Thomas hunched his shoulders, his heart beating in a wild, erratic rhythm. The bra was clumsily hidden beneath his shirt, and he didn’t dare face her directly.
’There’s no flipping the page or playing dumb now. I need to think of sothing realistic. Sothing believable.’
"Um, Miss Belle Snow... are you feeling better?" he asked, glancing at her over his shoulder.
"Better?" she looked down at him as if he were trash—or sothing even lower. "Huh? What is this feeling?"
Belle looked down at her own body. Nothing could fool her.
’Why do I feel so agitated and... weak? Even my nipples are hard. They’re visible through my dress.’
Her reddish eyes narrowed as they fixed on Thomas. The boy trembled, but before fear could completely take hold, he spoke up:
"You’re still acting really strange. Are you sure you’re okay?"
Belle raised her right leg and pressed Thomas’s head against the edge of a piece of furniture. He groaned from the impact as she spoke:
"You bastard. What did you do to ?"
"W-wait, wait! I don’t know what’s going on, I swear! You’re the one who showed up here without any warning! I’m the most confused one here!"
With one eye open, he could see crimson letters displayed across his System in front of him.
[Bond Created: 0%]
Synchronization: -1
Reputation: -2
Anomaly Load: 2
[Risk of Silent Request Completion: CRITICAL.]
’Damn it, now all the warnings show up. That should’ve happened before!’
Belle pressed her foot down against Thomas’s head as she said:
"The last thing I rember is being at a conference, answering questions. And now I suddenly appear here, with my body all worked up. You filthy, perverted scum—did you do sothing to my body?!"
"N-no, I swear! You’re the one who ca into my room acting weird! I-I don’t even have a decent power!"
"It’s true that n rarely possess abilities beyond diocrity. For that reason alone, I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt. So explain everything that happened in full detail. And of course... show your power."
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