Chapter 333: White in Disbelief (2/2)

“Hey, you’re not seriously sucking up my experience points, are you?”

“Your Japanese…sounds, strange.”

The bonking became tapping, reducing the pressure and hitting Taiyou’s brow area. Tap tap, tap tap. It was a precise rhythm, reminiscent of a metronome.

He wanted this moment to last forever, chatting with her constantly.

On the other hand, different emotions surfaced.

He noticed how her pale skin was exposed in various areas due to her torn-up clothing, accidentally getting aroused.

“I sense, malice.”

“Ngh…”

“Vulgar…scandalous, intent.”

“Oopsie, she sees right through you, Taiyou-chan.”

“W-Well yeah, I can’t freaking help it. That’s what happens when the person you like dresses like this in front of you.”

“Sorry that Taiyou-chan is such a lustful monkey, Yami-chan.”

“Don’t say it like that!!”

“Monkey…hold out your, hand.”

“Monkeys don’t even do that.”

“Sit…down.”

“They don’t do that either.”

“Mastur…be, tion.”

“They don’t——actually, do they?”

About to interrupt her again, he put his chin on his hand and thought about it. He recalled seeing an online article about a monkey that learned how to do it and then continued until it died.”

“Are you really…fine, with this?”

“Huh?”

“This.”

She asked him with her vacant expression, stopping the hitting.

“I don’t…have, boobs.”

“I mean, neither do Kohaku-san or Kazane. Plus in your case you can at least make them bigger with your power.”

“Yeah…like, this.”

She took a breath, closing her eyes. Shortly afterward, her chest expanded with a “pop”.

“Still crazy no matter how many times I see it.”

“But…normally it’s, like this.”

With a “whoosh”, her chest deflated like a deflating balloon.

“Yeah, like I said, I don’t care.”

“Sure…but, my skin…this is, what it looks like.”

“And I really could care less about that. If you weren’t so self-conscious about that, I’d even go further and insist that your skin is beautiful.”

“Your dress was really cute, Yami-chan.”

“Right, right. Not the black that you always wear, but your white dress looks better on you, I say.”

“Even though…it’s, white?”

“Hey, who even named you Shirokiyami? Was it just spontaneous?”

Shirokiyami blanked out at Taiyou’s sudden change in topic.

“I…for, got.”

“Yeah? Well I don’t care much about that either, but I say the color white makes more sense for you.”

Taiyou outstretched his hand, touching her long hair.

White, white.

Even after their fight, her hair was like silk thread as he ran his fingers through it.