Her whole body was tense, and if she hadn't covered her mouth with her hands, she would have screamed.
Fortunately, Tanaka Masao's hand only pinched the soft flesh at her waist, and Jahy let out a breath of relief.
[Damn Masao, I'll chop your hand off sooner or later.]
Jahy knew she couldn't expose her identity now—if she did, it would be all over.
For the great revival of the demon world, Lord Jahy chose to endure.
[Ding, Fall Value +10]
Hearing the system's prompt, Tanaka Masao was delighted.
[Oh, thank you, Lord Jahy, for the reward. In that case, you should give me even more.]
He didn't rush things. Instead, after Jahy relaxed a little, his fingers slid across her waist again.
Jahy, who had just calmed down, was caught off guard, and her body tensed instantly.
[Be patient, Jahy. Hold on. You can't admit defeat.]
[Ding, Fall Value +10]
After teasing her a few more times, Tanaka Masao could see that Jahy was about to explode. Finally, he let go and turned away, showing her his back.
Seeing him turn over, Jahy's whole body softened.
She collapsed onto the bed, panting lightly, tears welling in her eyes.
She glared at Tanaka Masao with resentment, her teeth clenched.
[You bastard… how dare you treat me like this! When I regain my strength, I'll make you my slave for life. I'll whip you ten times a day—no, a hundred!]
But as Jahy plotted her revenge, Tanaka Masao turned over again.
The quilt slipped slightly from his waist.
A sudden gust of air blew onto Jahy's face.
A fart.
Tanaka Masao had let out a loud, stinking fart.
Jahy froze.
She clutched at her throat as if she were suffocating.
The stench, the suffocation, the pain, the anger, the humiliation…
The double torment—both physical and psychological—made Jahy collapse completely.
"You bastard! Go to hell!"
Unable to endure another second, Jahy jumped up, grabbed Tanaka Masao's pillow, and pressed it hard over his head.
"Woo—woo—woo!"
Tanaka Masao struggled instinctively.
"I can't breathe…"
He flailed twice, then went still.
Not because he was dead, but because he realized he could still breathe.
"Wait… I can breathe?"
Tanaka Masao realized Jahy's strength was too weak to pose any real threat.
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Jahy panted heavily, her anger fading as her mind cleared.
Looking at Tanaka Masao lying still, she slowly let go of the pillow.
"Hey… are you dead?"
When he didn't respond, Jahy panicked.
"Hmph! Fine, it's better if you're dead. Now hand over some equipment!"
Though she acted indifferent, she still reached out to check his breathing.
Just as her finger brushed near his nose, Tanaka Masao—pretending to be asleep—blew air at it.
As everyone knows, when someone suddenly exhales on your finger, it always feels uncomfortable.
Especially since noses aren't exactly clean.
"Disgusting!"
Jahy yanked her finger back as if she had touched something filthy.
She felt like her whole hand was dirty.
Determined not to let him do it again, she jumped off the bed and kicked Tanaka Masao hard on the butt.
"Pervert! Bastard! Go to hell!"
Tanaka Masao sat up with an annoyed expression.
"Fine, I admit it. But before anything else, shouldn't you explain why you're in my room?"
"Uh…"
The aggressive Jahy instantly lost her momentum and stammered.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I only know you tickled me and… farted on me!
So it's all your fault!"
She chose to dodge the issue, ignoring her own intrusion and shifting all the blame onto him.
Tanaka Masao finally lost patience.
"You little devil, I've tolerated you long enough. Seems I'll have to teach you a lesson you won't forget."
"What are you going to do?"
Jahy sensed danger and tried to retreat—
But it was already too late.
The armor core on Tanaka Masao's chest began to glow.
"Didn't you want my armor? I'll grant you that wish."
In an instant, countless nano-armor plates wrapped tightly around Jahy, restraining her completely.
At the same time, Tanaka Masao struck her hard with his palm.
…
A while later, a battered Jahy limped out of his room.
Tears welled in her eyes, and she bit her lip hard, forcing herself not to cry.
Her voice trembled.
"Damn Tanaka! You dared to hit my butt! I haven't suffered such humiliation in all my years.
I'll make you pay it back—double!"
But Jahy wasn't broken by defeat. She clenched her fists, trying to rally herself.
Unfortunately, the movement pulled at her sore butt, making her wince again.
When she finally returned to her room, she could only lie face-down on the bed to avoid the pain.
Today's battle—Lord Jahy lost.
But Lord Jahy will not give up so easily.
Come on, Lord Jahy. For the revival of the demon world!