Chapter 118: Baobhan Sith's Desperate Move
Baobhan Sith's heart instantly sank.
This guy… could it be he really intends to go back on his word?!
She tried to suppress the bad premonition rising inside, put her hand on her slender waist, and forced herself to look aggressive as she said:
"Nonsense, calling you trash really does mean you have a five-second memory? We made it clear—if I pretended to be a cat for a bit, then you'd open the back door for me!"
"Ah, that thing..."
Mochizuki Eikou pondered for a moment, then with clear eyes said,
"—— that was just me tricking you~."
Thud!
The instant Baobhan Sith heard this, it was like thunder crashing in her ears, she instantly froze on the spot, unable to utter a single word.
The very thing she feared most had come to pass...
This man never had any intention of obediently keeping his promise, he only wanted to see her humiliated!
"You damn traitorous bastard, so you've really had enough of living, huh," Baobhan Sith grabbed his clothes, immediately flustered, "if you want to die then I can send you off with my Noble Phantasm!"
"Attacking a judge would be a complete violation, I'd advise against it, since there's a good chance you'll be punished."
Mochizuki Eikou, utterly confident, winked with a smile.
The time remaining for Baobhan Sith's turn was less than one minute, while the smile on his face was one of extreme smugness.
Being able to watch this brat suffer a loss, and at the same time eliminate her from the competition—was there truly anything more wonderful than a single arrow hitting two targets?
"Trash! Lowly scum! Liar!"
"Thanks for the compliment."
He simply accepted it with arrogance.
Of course, from the beginning Mochizuki Eikou had considered keeping his promise.
But afterward he changed his mind, because this race was directly tied to whether Jeanne Alter would be expelled or not. This was a battle that allowed only victory, not defeat.
Therefore, he chose to eliminate every possible unstable factor. If he could kick Baobhan Sith's team out, then he absolutely had to. He had no intention of letting anyone get close to first place.
Though this might be a little unfair to Baobhan Sith, if their positions were reversed, she would definitely show him no mercy.
In other words, he had no reason to feel guilty at all.
Moreover, Baobhan Sith had already done plenty of rotten things—like spreading the haunted house video of him everywhere to humiliate him. Compared to that, he felt his actions were already very merciful.
At the very least, he had allowed Baobhan Sith to deliberately cover up the livestream screen, and didn't record the scene of her pretending to be cute to mass-produce and send to hundreds of millions of people. Just on that point alone, it could be called gentlemanly conduct and the last bit of pity he had left.
But Baobhan Sith clearly had no intention of accepting this favor, and since the rules prevented her from attacking a judge, all she could do was pout resentfully, her unwilling gaze fixed on him as if hoping for some kind of miracle twist.
Eikou, however, showed no signs of wavering.
He had decided—Baobhan Sith had to be eliminated to ease the pressure of the race.
"You have less than one minute left, about forty seconds, and then you'll be eliminated."
He looked at her, his face pretending to show half-hearted sincerity,
"Don't be too sad, Baobhan Sith. If you really want a Holy Grail Shard that badly, I could go to a convenience store, buy a model, and glue one together for you?"
"Who would need that kind of thing! It's just a pile of trash, don't you get it!"
Baobhan Sith snapped angrily.
At first it sounded like consolation, but in reality his words were nothing but mockery.
Thirty-five seconds left.
"Well then, name your price directly. Whatever you want, we can negotiate,"
Baobhan Sith quietly switched to another strategy, planning to sway him with money or material things.
"What do you even want to do with the Holy Grail Shard? Sell it for money? If so, I can arrange something for you."
"Haha, and how do I know your pie-in-the-sky promises are worth anything? What if you go back on your word like I did? I don't trust that at all. Change the offer."
"Then women! Anyway, that potato-lust-filled brain of yours only cares about things like that, right? After the contest ends, I can arrange another party for you."
It sounded tempting, but Eikou truly felt it was unnecessary.
Trading Jeanne Alter's expulsion for a party was a massive loss. No matter what, he would never sacrifice Jeanne Alter just to join such a superficial event.
Besides, the memory of the previous social party was far too miserable—who the hell brings their mom to a party? That wasn't youth gathering at all, it was simply having dinner with Morgan's family.
Thinking of that, Eikou shook his head.
"Sorry, but I refuse!"
There were only about twenty-five seconds left before Baobhan Sith's turn ended.
He quietly let out a breath of relief.
In a mere twenty-some seconds, she couldn't possibly stir up any storm. Elimination was already certain.
Even if she forced him to exercise now, there wasn't enough time for his heart rate to suddenly rise high enough to trigger the alarm.
Turning the tables was impossible.
"Once Baobhan Sith is eliminated, then it'll be Gareth, who doesn't seem good with romance. Since she's far too kind and harmless, she can't win, so Baobhan Sith's team will definitely be knocked out directly."
Twenty seconds left.
In these last twenty seconds, Mochizuki Eikou suddenly heard Baobhan Sith take a deep breath.
As if she was putting everything on the line.
The sound of her high heels creaking against the floor rang out as Baobhan Sith suddenly stepped closer toward Mochizuki Eikou.
"Let me say this first..."
She revealed a rather complicated serious expression.
Beneath that fair and beautiful face, like a little devil of a maiden, there was a faint flush of nervous unease—it might also have been the sunlight shining down upon her brilliant crimson hair.
"This is merely the necessary price to pay in order to seize victory, you must absolutely not misunderstand, and do not harbor any excessive expectations..."
"What do you mean by that?"
Before Eikou could even ask clearly, in the very next moment, Baobhan Sith suddenly charged straight into his chest.
No, to be precise, she dove into his embrace, then with bold and forceful momentum pushed him down!
By the time he reacted, Baobhan Sith's cherry lips were already drawing near, her hurried breaths and the faint fragrance of her body crashing into him like a splendid storm, bringing a fierce shock.
This is... a kiss?!
And moreover, a forceful kiss without giving him any chance to explain!
Eikou's eyes widened in astonishment, and immediately afterward he distinctly felt his heart pounding violently.
Not good—if this keeps going, he might actually get overturned, allowing Baobhan Sith to fulfill the victory condition within the very last seconds!
Eikou inwardly cried out in alarm, struggling desperately to break free, but somehow she possessed a strength that let her hold him tightly, continuing her intimate actions.
As if even that was not stimulating enough, when Eikou instinctively tried to escape, her arms wrapped around his neck, obstinately refusing to let him get away.
It's over!