Chapter 2: A Woman's Feelings!
To be honest, if it weren't for the environment and the events that occurred during the trip to Italy, Mikumo's service wouldn't have been a problem for him. He really wouldn't have minded if it had happened.
Talking about old women and such is just pretentious, but magic power or "ki",as warriors call it, has a great effect on maintaining a woman's physical vitality, far surpassing its effect on men.
Whether it's top-notch warriors or magicians, there are many mature women, but few old women.
And Kushinada Mikumo is a master-level character in this regard, her body overflowing with youthful energy.
She has a mature woman's charm that a true young girl would never possess - a complete and utter beauty, the ultimate sexy woman in a man's eyes.
Not to mention that He is a god-slayer, with the power of Osiris, although he can't extend human life, stopping aging is a piece of cake, and he can make any middle-aged or elderly person regain their youthful appearance on the spot.
It just so happens that at this time and place, Kushinada Mikumo has come to him with this.
This is really frustrating...
He glared at the woman fiercely, then got out of bed, but before leaving, he felt a bit nervous about his crotch - because it was morning, it was a bit too excited.
He went downstairs, and Komachi was nowhere to be seen, but there was a large box of milk on the table, with a note under it.
The message was simple - "Breakfast for stupid brother!"
Hikigaya sighed, went back to his room to grab some clothes, and then went to the bathroom to take a shower.
"Little brother, calm down," Hikigaya said, looking at his younger brother, who was expressing his anger in the bathroom. "Brother will find you a partner soon, just bear with it for a few more days..."
After a while, having finished his bath, Hikigaya stepped out of the bathroom, got dressed, and habitually walked to the dining table.
Only then did he remember that today's breakfast was just a box of milk.
After a brief internal struggle, he resigned himself to his fate, picked it up, and gulped it down.
Although he didn't know how things were with the other Godslayers, Hikigaya had quite a large appetite — the kind that he absolutely needed to satisfy.
On the other hand, it also showed in how deeply he slept.
To wake him up, only sufficient sunlight or hostility would work — and the latter was even more effective.
Thankfully, the range of that "hostility" was quite broad. For example, what Komachi did this morning counted as well.
Thinking about it made him feel a bit scared — that Komachi girl actually used her head to ram into him.
Luckily, she didn't have much strength.
Otherwise, it wouldn't have just been a little bump.
But what concerned him more was — it felt like Komachi had changed a little too much since he came back.
What exactly happened?
This kind of thing wasn't something he could entrust to others.
But judging by Komachi's demeanor, today didn't seem like a good time to ask, so...
Let's go to school first!
Without greeting Kushinada Mikumo, Hikigaya grabbed his schoolbag, changed into his uniform, and stepped out the door.
It felt like it had been ages since he last carried a schoolbag — he really wasn't used to it.
Come to think of it, it was pretty ridiculous — he only found out from Komachi after returning that what he thought was still winter break had long since ended.
To be precise, while he was still in a standoff with Di Jun, winter break had already passed — Di Jun's power seemed to have distorted the flow of time between Mount Phoenix and the outside world.
What felt like just a few days inside had turned into a whole month outside.
So now it wasn't about winter break anymore... it was almost spring break.
Once spring break ended, a new school year would begin.
Hikigaya would become a third-year student.
In other words, the time before spring break was the very last bit of his second-year life in this world.
Of course, he wasn't worried at all about being expelled for skipping so much school.
Even though Sobu High had a new owner thanks to Yukinoshita's broken family, no matter who had taken over the school, they probably wouldn't want to mess with him.
And if his guess was right, Sobu High was likely already part of the Seishuin family's business empire.
Stepping out the door — thanks to Komachi "waking" him in time — it was still early. If he walked now, he'd arrive just on time.
He followed the familiar asphalt road, and as Hikigaya walked along, more and more people appeared — most of them wearing the same school uniform, fellow students.
Soon, the familiar gate of Sobu High appeared. Hikigaya, just like before, casually passed through the gate and entered this place that felt both familiar and unfamiliar.
It really felt unfamiliar now.
Godslayers will one day lose the desire to talk to or interact with ordinary people — it's inevitable.
The more contact one has with gods, the more their desires for the mundane world diminish.
Hikigaya had long been prepared for this mentally.
He just wanted that time to come a little later.
To that end, he needed to maintain connections with others — and then cruelly wait for these people to die off before, like Voban, cutting all ties with the world.
When that time came, he might just become another Voban.
He climbed the stairs, walked through the corridor, the familiar class sign came into view. He pushed open the door and walked in.
The classroom was the same, and the people hadn't changed.
Or rather — there was a change.
"Hikigaya?"
The long-unseen flashy blonde normie... ah no, Hayama, walked over with a face full of surprise and joy.
That seemed to trigger some kind of chain reaction — one exclamation after another erupted from the class, like a game of telephone.
Not bad, Blondie — you may not be into NTR, but you've clearly maxed out your management skill tree. Your control over this class is getting stronger.
Hikigaya threw a praising look at Hayama, then walked toward his seat with Hayama totally confused, and put his bag down.
As for the irrelevant voices around him — he just treated them like monkey screeches.
Sure, he wanted more human contact — but that didn't mean he'd act like an idiot and be chummy with just anyone.
None of these people were close to him, okay? Pretending everyone was tight with him was just disgusting.
He looked toward the people he was actually close with.
The normie group was still tightly knit, sitting or standing around Miura's desk. He didn't bother joining their fun.
Wait — two people did go over to join the fun. It was the two from the trio who always followed Hayama around — minus Tobe. Hikigaya couldn't even remember their names.
But since they were Tobe's friends, Hikigaya still greeted them.
"Yo, long time no see. Everyone's gotten pretty cold, huh? Isn't this the time where the beautiful girls are supposed to give me a hug and welcome me back?"
He joked with Miura and the other girls who were smiling at him.
"Give me a break," Miura burst out laughing. You could tell she'd been holding it in for a while.
"Yeah, Hiki-kun, your expression just now was hilarious, like you'd just eaten a— pfft!"
Tobe's dorky teasing failed to finish, as the unflinching fujoshi gave him a solid elbow to the ribs.
Hikigaya's eyes lit up!
Oh ho~ This smells like something juicy!
After a boring morning, finally something interesting.