Reverse Isekai

"That's it!" Irish said, clapping her hands together. "I should feed you mouth to mouth!"

Gulp!

Scarlett gulped.

Scarlett felt a lump form in her throat as she gulped.

"This isn't so bad… but wouldn't just kissing directly be much better?" she thought.

But whatever the case, she had no choice but to go along with whatever Irish was planning now.

Irish took a bite of food, holding it in her mouth without chewing. Her lips curled into a playful smile as she leaned closer, her tongue slightly sticking out, ready to feed Scarlett mouth to mouth.

Scarlett's heart raced.

Just as Irish was about to press their lips together—

**BANG!**

The door swung open with a loud crash.

"Senior Irish, we wanted to talk about the Dark Magic formula—"

Two girls stood in the doorway. One of them, who had rushed inside first, stopped mid-sentence, her eyes widening in shock.

She and her companion took in the scene before them—Irish sitting on top of Scarlett's stomach, Scarlett tied up with chains in an… undeniably intimate position.

Scarlett blinked.

"She didn't even lock the door?" she thought, feeling an overwhelming sense of awkwardness.

The two girls turned bright red.

"Kyaa~!"

They let out high-pitched squeals before spinning on their heels and bolting out of the room, their footsteps echoing down the hall.

Irish's eye twitched in irritation as she clenched her fists.

"Tch… They ruined the mood!" she muttered angrily.

Clank!....

Without any effort, Scarlett broke the chains binding her and sat up casually, stretching her arms as if nothing had happened.

"Let's go outside and get some fresh air," she suggested, brushing off the situation.

BAM!

Before she could react, Irish tackled her, wrapping herself around Scarlett's upper body like a koala.

"No! You're not going anywhere! I know you'll leave me!" she cried out, clinging onto her desperately.

Scarlett sighed and let out a small chuckle, trying to calm her down.

"But why would I leave you?" she said gently, patting Irish's back.

Irish hesitated for a moment before slowly loosening her grip.

She slid off and sat on her knees in front of Scarlett, looking up at her with a pout.

"I know you're still disappointed in me," Irish mumbled. "Aren't we like a couple now? And yet… you're not even a little flirty with me."

She buried her face against Scarlett's stomach, hugging her tightly.

Scarlett smiled softly.

"She still has her cute side," she thought, feeling warmth spread in her chest.

But then Scarlett suddenly had an amusing idea.

She leaned in close to Irish, her lips curling into a sultry smile. Then, in the most seductive voice she could muster, she whispered, "You know what, Irish? You are amazing."

Her voice alone was already captivating, but when she tried to make it even more seductive, it became downright irresistible.

Irish's face turned bright red.

"W-What—"

Before she could finish her sentence, Scarlett's hand slowly slid down Irish's back, trailing over her soft skin before reaching her abdomen.

"Such a great figure… Just looking at you makes me feel so hot," Scarlett purred.

Irish's breath hitched.

Scarlett's hand continued its descent, stopping at Irish's round, soft backside. She grabbed it gently and gave it a firm squeeze.

Irish shuddered.

"So soft," Scarlett murmured, her fingers teasingly kneading the plush flesh. "I still remember our first night… You were so wonderful all night long."

Irish gasped, her face growing hotter by the second.

Scarlett's voice was like silk, wrapping around her senses, making her body feel light and dizzy with pleasure.

"A-Ahh~ Keep going, honey… don't stop!" Irish whimpered, her breathing turning shallow and unsteady.

Scarlett smirked.

"You're the best, Irish. You're simply the best," she continued in a low, honeyed tone.

"Your cooking is the most delicious I've ever tasted," she added, her fingers still teasing Irish. "You'll make the perfect wife."

That was the final push.

Irish let out a trembling groan as her body tensed for a moment—then went completely limp.

Her arms remained wrapped around Scarlett as she collapsed against her, panting softly.

Scarlett blinked in surprise.

"She… she came just by hearing my voice?" Scarlett thought, swallowing hard.

She had always known Irish was a hopeless yandere, but this? This was beyond understanding.

"Yanderes really are impossible to figure out," she muttered to herself.

Carefully, Scarlett unwrapped herself from Irish and stood up. She walked over to the window, looking outside at the clear blue sky.

"Now that you're satisfied, let's go somewhere and have some alone time outside," she said, her voice returning to normal. "I have a few days free before I go back."

Irish, still recovering from what just happened, finally sat up.

"Only a few days, huh…" she muttered, clear disappointment in her voice. "Well… better than nothing."

She didn't sound happy, but she wasn't going to let this chance slip away.

"Alright then," she said with a mischievous smirk. "Let's go somewhere far—another territory. We'll hide our identities and just enjoy ourselves."

She stood up, but the moment she tried to walk, her legs wobbled beneath her.

Scarlett chuckled.

"Are you sure you can even move?" she teased.

Irish shot her a pout but steadied herself.

Scarlett liked the idea. Exploring new places, visiting villages, going on little adventures like hunting monsters, and maybe even helping some people along the way—of course she was not a good person who liked to help people for no reason but it all sounded like fun.

And most importantly, she could spend time with Irish without any distractions.

Before they left, Scarlett wrote a quick letter and left it on Irish's desk. It was just a simple note letting the others know that she wouldn't be around for a few days.

Then, they both changed into travel-friendly outfits.

Irish put on her blue-colored female armor, which had a skirt-like design. The armor fit her perfectly, hugging her curves while still looking elegant and battle-ready.

Scarlett, instead of wearing something stylish or elegant, had chosen an old-fashioned iron suit of armor—the kind worn by male warriors in the past.

The heavy metal plates covered her entire body from head to toe, leaving no skin exposed. Even her face was completely hidden behind a bulky iron helmet.

If anyone saw her now, they would never believe that the person inside was actually a woman.

Irish crossed her arms and pouted, clearly unhappy with Scarlett's choice.

"Why are you wearing this? It's so… masculine!" she complained.

But Scarlett only laughed, flexing her arms in a dramatic bodybuilder pose.

"Oh yeah! This is called manliness!" she declared, her voice muffled slightly by the helmet. "Ahh… I can feel my manliness rising! Such a perfect armor!"

Irish sighed, shaking her head.

"There's no point in explaining it to her," she thought, giving up.

"Fine, whatever! Let's just go!" she said with a huff.

Scarlett nodded, but just as they were about to step out of the room—

A golden light suddenly surged from the floor.

A massive magic circle spread across the entire room, glowing brightly with intricate patterns. The magical energy it released was strong, filling the air with a mysterious force.

Scarlett's eyes widened in recognition.

"A… summoning circle?" she muttered.

She had seen magic circles before. The first time was when she and Aoto were summoned by the saintess, and the second was when Carl used his unique skill to summon her.

But this one was different.

It was much bigger than the ones she had seen before.

And more importantly—

"It's not trying to forcefully pull us in… It's asking for my permission," Scarlett realized, feeling the gentle pull of magic around her.

Her lips curled into a small, excited smile.

"This could be interesting," she thought.

"Alright, Irish," she said with a grin. "Let's go. Let's see where this magic circle takes us. Think of it as a little tour!"

She confidently stepped into the center of the circle.

Irish's eyes widened.

"W-Wait! You're just going in like that?!"

But before Scarlett could answer, Irish jumped at her, throwing herself into Scarlett's arms.

Scarlett instinctively caught her in a princess carry, holding her securely.

Irish smiled mischievously and wrapped her arms around Scarlett's neck.

"As you wish~" she whispered playfully.

The magic circle reacted immediately.

Its golden light intensified, filling the entire room with a blinding glow. It was as if the magic itself had been waiting for Scarlett's approval.

And then—

Swish!

In the blink of an eye, both of them vanished, leaving behind only an empty, silent room.

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A bright white light spread in front of Scarlett and Irish, completely blinding them for a moment.

Then—Swish!

Everything returned to normal.

But the moment Scarlett could see again, her eyes inside her helmet widened in shock.

Countless bright flashes flickered in front of her.

Ctchik! Ctchik! Ctchik!

A strange clicking noise filled the air.

Scarlett instantly knew what it was.

Camera flashes.

Yes, reporters and cameramen stood at a distance, snapping pictures like crazy.

Irish, still in Scarlett's arms, looked completely dumbfounded.

But Scarlett quickly scanned her surroundings.

She saw a large group of people dressed as adventurers kneeling on the ground in a pentagram formation.

They were gasping for air, drenched in sweat, their faces pale with exhaustion.

It was obvious that they were the ones who had summoned her.

And as if that wasn't shocking enough—

A helicopter hovered in the sky above them.

A reporter inside was broadcasting live news to the world.

His voice boomed through a loudspeaker:

"Look at this! The most powerful summoners from around the globe have come together to summon a mighty warrior..."

He suddenly paused, and then smirked.

"...But what did we get instead?"

The camera zoomed in on Scarlett—who was still wearing her full-body iron armor—holding Irish like a princess in her arms.

The reporter chuckled.

"Did we just interrupt some kind of fairy tale moment of a knight and his princess?"

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Scarlett stood frozen.

She took in the modern city skyline, the flashing cameras, the reporters, and the massive crowd watching them.

And in that moment, only one thought filled her mind—

"Reverse Isekai?"