"I'll head out first, you rinse off. After that, if you're really sure you still want me to help detox you, then come out and say so."
Hikari handed the faucet and a Clear-Mind Talisman to Amakawa Kanade, whose delicate body was at that moment clad in nothing but underwear, then turned and walked out of the bathroom.
Watching his departing back, Amakawa Kanade bit her lip lightly, lowered her gaze, and looked at the talisman he had just handed her.
Gripping it just a little tighter, she really could feel that clear, cooling sensation spread through her palm.
The strands of chill were very effective. Better than the icy water from the showerhead. The burning, feverish feeling in her body seemed much less unbearable.
It was, one could say, quite useful.
But… its use wasn't enough.
Even though her body felt less hot, the fire in her heart… seemed to burn even more fiercely.
Clenching her teeth, Amakawa Kanade suddenly set the Clear-Mind Talisman down on the sink.
Then she raised the showerhead above her head, letting the rushing cold water crash endlessly over her curves.
———
Coming out of the bathroom, Hikari sighed, lay back half-reclining on the bed without even taking off his shoes.
He pulled out his phone, which had vibrated earlier, planning to check those unread messages.
But he had only gotten halfway through when the sound of the bathroom door opening reached his ears.
'Hm?'
'So fast?'
Hikari looked up in puzzlement.
What he saw was Amakawa Kanade stepping out of the bathroom.
But what surprised him was this: She wasn't clear-headed and freshly changed into clean clothes.
She wasn't dazed, wrapped in just a towel.
She was still wearing that dripping-wet JK uniform, walking straight out.
And as she walked, bits of equipment kept dropping from her body…
"Kanade-san, what are you…?", Hikari asked.
"I… I-I-I'm hot…", Amakawa Kanade stammered.
"The Clear-Mind Talisman I gave you? Didn't work?", Hikari pressed.
"It… it worked, but it accidentally fell into the toilet… so hot…", she mumbled.
"???"
"I… I want Hikari-kun to help me detox…", came her shy yet resolute voice.
By the time she reached the bedside, Amakawa Kanade had already returned to the pure, pristine state of when she first entered the world.
Hikari's gaze didn't waver because of her openness; he simply looked at her, calm and direct.
And she, her beautiful eyes blazing, stared right back at him. Looking at that handsome face and tall figure, pushed to the very limit, she could endure no longer.
"Hikari-kun, I want…", With the girl's cry, Hikari was tackled onto the bed by a soft body.
Seeing Amakawa Kanade's urgent request, Hikari could only agree to help detox her.
Perhaps because of the dr*g, she became terribly restless.
Even though she had no experience in detoxification, she still kept leaping about, trying to "help."
So Hikari had to be careful not to hurt her, which made keeping her in check rather troublesome.
The dr*g required continuous movement and heavy sweating to force it out, so Hikari began guiding Amakawa Kanade through all sorts of exercises.
They started with the basics, push-ups, sit-ups, then gradually increased the difficulty, even things like burpees and splits, all to make her sweat more and purge the toxins.
After several sets, sweat poured from Amakawa Kanade, 2ho had practically zero fitness experience, like streams, pooling into little puddles and soaking the mats.
What surprised Hikari, though, was that although her pale, delicate body clearly lacked training, and she was clumsy at sports, she seemed to have studied some theory. She even knew some odd exercises and dragged Hikari into trying yoga poses.
Of course, it was mostly still Hikari leading her.
Though the process was tiring, in the end, by sheer willpower and strong physique, Hikari successfully helped purge the dr*g from her.
The side effect was Amakawa Kanade's body twitching, eyes slightly rolling, puffing white bubbles like a goldfish.
After all, her base stamina was what it was, one hundred Kanades couldn't match one Hikari.
He fed her some Pure Love-brand Nutrient Drink, waited until she had rested, then touched her forehead.
Sure enough, her face wasn't as flushed and burning as before.
Her cheeks still carried a faint blush, but now she looked even more charming, her pretty face losing a bit of innocence and gaining mature allure.
Hikari stroked her head and asked, "How do you feel? Still hot?"
The sweat-drenched and exhausted Amakawa Kanade turned, hugged his thigh, and mumbled, "N-no… not hot anymore…"
Looking at this girl, with her slim waist yet greedy appetite, cheeks puffed full from sneaking bites, Hikari patted her head, "Kanade-san, how do you know so much?"
"C-call me Kanade-chan…", she lowered her head shyly, explaining, "Because I like watching movies, sometimes I'd see… exercise-themed ones…"
"I didn't watch them before, but… after meeting Hikari-kun, I wanted to learn more, so…"
"Then once I learned, I just… used it."
"I've never tried before, this was my first time, Hikari-kun, p-please don't hate me…"
Worried, she hurriedly explained.
Hikari clearly sensed her innocence and knew she wasn't lying.
He gently stroked her head, smiling, "Don't worry, I believe you. I won't hate you."
Overjoyed, Amakawa Kanade hugged him tight, "Then… then I still want to try more of the other things I learned from movies…"
Hikari nodded.
He humored her for a while longer.
But after about half an hour, he stopped her. Though she was still excited, fatigue was already showing.
"You're this tired already, don't push yourself. If you keep overdoing it, it'll hurt your body," Supporting her trembling body, Hikari said.
"Mm… okay!", Kanade nodded obediently.
"You rest first. I still have something to deal with," Hikari added.
Kanade obediently let go of him and lay down to rest alone.
Dressing, leaving her a new Clear-Mind Talisman, Hikari turned and left the hotel.
———
Soon, he arrived at the "private theater" room where Matsuoka Reiji and Nishida Hajime were being pounded.
The moment he opened the door, a stench poured out.
But Hikari had prepared, wearing a perfumed mask and dulling most of his senses.
So the reek didn't faze him.
Looking up, he saw Matsuoka Reiji, Nishida Hajime, and the thugs all tangled together in grotesque heaps.
Their clothes were tattered, covered in sticky filth, filthy and reeking.
They looked as if they had gone through a fierce struggle, lying on the floor with empty eyes, limp limbs, faces twisted in pain and confusion.
Even when they saw Hikari enter, they only glanced weakly, silent.
Reiji's eyes held hatred, but even so, he was too drained to speak.
He couldn't help it. Being "on the receiving end" had left him drenched in sweat, an experience he'd never endured before.
But Hikari's next words almost made him leap up.
"Your heroic 'battle royale' just got livestreamed on that site you usually watch. And hey, it's popular, hundreds, thousands tuned in," Hikari said with a smile.
"What? No way?", Reiji looked at him in disbelief, instantly denying.
But when he turned and saw the cameras he himself had set up, his pale face grew even whiter.
"Y-you… you turned the cameras on before leaving?", His lips trembled, asking though he already knew the answer.
"Yes," Hikari nodded.
Reiji's vision went dark, nearly fainting.
This "private theater" room had been his setup.
The cameras and big screen weren't just for recording, they had streaming functions.
His plan was to film Amakawa Kanade's humiliation, keep it as blac*kmail, and upload live for profit.
Otherwise, why else install so many HD cameras?
But despairingly, those cameras had ended up filming him instead.
The thought of his debased self being streamed to thousands, judged and mocked afterward, filled Reiji with utter despair.
Realizing the truth, Nishida and the thugs too stared wide-eyed, mortified, wishing for death.
Hikari's grin as he told them only made it worse.
Reiji understood: this man didn't just want to kill their bodies, he wanted to destroy their hearts.
"I'll f***ing kill you!"
Furious, they tried to stagger up and rush him.
But most couldn't even rise.
Those few who managed a few steps collapsed again, bleeding.
Watching their pathetic flailing, Hikari shook his head.
"Four Legendary Gays, come out."
With a snap of his fingers, pounding music filled the room.
Four hulking, terrifying men stepped out behind him.
The moment they appeared, Reiji and the others shuddered in fear.
What followed was agony a hundred times worse than the drug-fueled madness from before.
Hikari didn't bother watching.
After giving the evildoers their final, humiliating "all-inclusive service," he cast Cremation, reducing them to ash.
[Ding! Detected host has eliminated Minotaur Matsuoka Reiji and his gang, granting them an ultimate humiliation so explosive it glorified the Pure Love spirit!]
[Reward acquired: Pure Love Points +200!]
Having tied up these loose ends, Hikari returned to the nearby hotel and, with Amakawa Kanade, whose theory was fine but practice was lacking, shared a tender time.
Just as he was ready to rest, a call came through.
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