Chapter 228: Changing Clothes

Among all the negative experiences in human life that can be called humiliating, actively taking off your clothes in front of a predator definitely ranks in the top three.

Especially–

When this predator is still smiling and leaning sideways against the coffee table in your own home, lightly twirling the Car Key between her fingertips, watching you as if observing a fawn that has walked willingly into a slaughter chute.

‘What kind of development is this?’

In a modern society ruled by law, in your own closed Apartment, being pushed this far by a beautiful Woman carrying fever medicine and plain congee, no matter how you appeal to common sense, it seems utterly absurd.

“…I…I’ll do it myself…”

Kaoru Hoshitani’s voice trembled like a cheap violin string about to snap.

The light beige clothes on his knees were so thin they were nearly Void.

They clearly weighed less than 200 grams in his hands, yet when spread over his feverish, weak knees, they were as heavy as a guillotine ready to crush his spine completely.

Chika crossed her arms and elegantly raised an eyebrow.

Those deep, bright eyes flickered with teasing dark light in the dim dusk, and her slender index finger tapped carelessly on the watch face.

“Tap, tap.”

The crisp metallic tapping sounded like a death countdown for Rationality.

“Xun Jun, until Sister Chika loses patience… there are only 3 seconds left.”

“Three.”

“W-wait! Miss Chika… I’ll change! I’ll change right now!”

Kazune almost shouted this with a broken sob.

His brain was a chaos from a fever of 38.5 degrees, and his temples throbbed violently with nervous pain.

But the remaining Survival Instinct screamed and sounded the highest-level red alarm–

He absolutely could not let her do it herself.

If he let this woman do it… things would definitely not stop at “changing clothes.”

By then, not only would the whole outfit be torn off him as roughly as a candy wrapper, but his last pitiful self-respect and bottom line would be ground to powder under her feet.

His trembling fingertips finally pressed despairingly on the button at the collar of his old pajamas.

“Click.”

The last button popped open.

The pure cotton long-sleeved pajamas, already soaked through with cold sweat, wet and clammy, slid down inch by inch along his feverish shoulders under The Boy’s violent trembling, piling up at his waist.

“Hah–“

The indoor cold air of deep winter in Hokkaido crashed unobstructed against The Boy’s thin, pale body.

“Nn…!”

The extreme cold instantly raised a fine layer of shivers all over his body, and Kazune instinctively hunched his shoulders, trying to cover his chest.

However.

Chika’s gaze was like mercury with tangible weight, heavy, cold, and viscous, pouring over every inch of his skin.

From the Clavicle flushed with unnatural fever, to the chest rising and falling violently with rapid breaths, to the thin waistline gleaming with feverish sweat.

The outline of every rib.

Every tremor of skin driven by each heartbeat.

All were slowly tortured and registered by this condescending gaze.

‘I want to die…’

‘Why… did things turn out like this…’

Immense shame turned into scorching bitterness and rushed up his nose.

Kazune bit his lower lip hard, and hot tears finally slid silently from the corners of his eyes, tracing his burning jawline and falling onto the cold floor in the dim light.

He nearly went mad as he grabbed the light beige loungewear, thin as cicada wings, from his knees and hurriedly pulled it on.

–The texture was slick to a revolting degree.

As soon as it touched his skin, that slightly cool, half-transparent, soft silk fabric clung to him aggressively, tightly outlining every curve of his torso.

It was too thin.

There was no need for strong light; as long as he lowered his eyes slightly, he could see through the semi-transparent cloth clearly–the reddened flesh on his chest and the Clavicle hollow that sank violently with his breathing.

The wide-open low collar almost reached just below his breastbone, and the entire long, pale neck was brazenly exposed to the cool air.

Kazune panicked and reached to fasten the hidden button at the very top of the collar.

His fingers trembled so much they completely disobeyed him.

Once, twice.

Because his vision was blurred by tears, the second hidden button was forced into the first buttonhole.

The already wide collar was pulled even more crooked and messy, hanging loosely off his shoulder, which instead gave off a broken, debauched feeling almost like violent violation.

“You really are disobedient, Xun Jun.”

A light sigh with intense pressure suddenly sounded by his ear.

Before Kazune could react, the sound of high heels had already stopped in front of his knees.

A cool, slender palm with a faint cold citrus scent reached over, index finger slightly bent, accurately and forcefully hooking the boy’s chin.

Tilting it up.

Forcing eye contact.

Chika looked down at him from above, her eyes full of the pleasure of watching a Victim struggle.

Her fingertip did not stay on his chin, but slid slowly down the boy’s burning jawline, all the way to the very center of the Clavicle exposed in the air.

Then.

On that delicate skin, which she had stroked into a large patch of red when she “checked his temperature” earlier, Chika’s thumb pad pressed down hard with malicious delight.

“Ah…!”

Kazune’s whole body convulsed violently, both hands clutching the edge of the Living Room Sofa, and his entire body, as if his spine had been pulled out, went completely soft like a puddle of spring water.

“See? Doesn’t this fit perfectly?”

Chika bent down, her long pale golden hair falling, the cold tips lightly brushing Kazune’s sweat-damp neck.

Her warm breath mixed with a strong, pungent high-end perfume drilled straight deep into Kazune’s ear canal.

“Before Senpai Aina comes back tonight, you absolutely, absolutely must not change out of it, Xun Jun.”

“If I find out you secretly took this outfit off…”

Chika smiled slightly, her cool fingertips carelessly sliding from his side waist slowly toward his lower abdomen:

“Then tomorrow’s fever medicine, Sister Chika will have to use a more interesting ‘feeding method.'”

“Understand?”

“I-I understand…”

The boy’s sobs were suppressed deep in his throat, finally turning into bottomless Will to Submit and surrender.

Chika withdrew her hand with satisfaction and straightened up.

She raised her wrist and glanced at the watch face.

5:40 PM.

The direct bus from South District Transit Station to the city was just arriving at this time.

“The medicine box is on the table. Remember to finish the broth porridge while it’s hot.”

Chika elegantly picked up the designer trench coat draped over the chair back, hooked it over her arm, and walked toward the Foyer with crisp, unhurried steps.

Open the door.

Close the door.

“Click.”

The sound of the safety bolt locking was crisp and clean.

The Bedroom finally returned to dead silence.

But that sweet, cold fragrance belonging to the intruder, like an invisible large net, domineeringly and stickily shrouded the entire Living Room.

Kazune curled up in the Shadow corner of the Living Room Sofa, clutching the shameful semi-transparent clothes on his body, trembling in despair amid high fever and immense fear of transgression.