ASCC-Chapter 35 The Return of the Legal Loli

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After parting ways with Kurogane Ikki, Ryoji returned to his dormitory.

With the 'Seven Stars Sword-Art Festival' approaching, his Senior Sister had been particularly busy lately. She had left early in the morning, so when Ryoji arrived, the dorm was completely empty except for him.

"Bang Bang BOOM!"

Just as he removed his sweaty workout clothes, a furious knocking erupted from the door.

"Who could it be at this hour?"

Muttering to himself, Ryoji walked to the entrance hall and opened the door.

Standing outside was a loli dressed in an oversized kimono, her face beaming with a radiant smile. In her hand was an iron folding fan, which she was using to repeatedly bang on the door.

"Bang!"

Before the door was even fully open, Ryoji slammed it shut, the loud crash echoing through the hallway.

"Open the door, brat!"

The legal loli's voice boomed from outside, accompanied by the sound of her kicking the door incessantly. Despite wearing wooden sandals, she managed to make the iron door creak in protest, as if it were about to give way under her relentless assault.

'It must be early menopause. That's the only explanation for such a temper', Ryoji speculated maliciously in his mind, refusing to reopen the door.

"Nobody's home! You've got the wrong place!"

"…If you don't open this door right now, this one will upload your childhood photos online!"

After a brief silence, the legal loli's voice returned, this time calm yet dripping with menace.

"Click!"

The lock promptly clicked open, and the door swung ajar.

"Oh my, isn't this our esteemed First Senior Sister? When did you arrive? Why didn't you let me know in advance?"

Ryoji stepped out with a beaming expression, as if genuinely surprised and overjoyed to see Saikyou Nene, his face painted with the perfect look of innocent enthusiasm.

"If this one had notified you ahead of time, you'd have disappeared from campus by now."

Saikyou Nene, small and nimble, ducked under Ryoji's arm and slipped into the dormitory with ease.

"No way! I would never avoid our dear First Senior Sister!"

"…You're living with a girl?"

The legal loli ignored Ryoji's feigned flattery. Her sharp eyes scanned the room, noticing the subtle floral fragrance in the air and the pink bedding on the top bunk—a clear sign of female habitation. Her gaze grew razor-sharp.

"I live with my Senior Sister," Ryoji replied with utmost sincerity.

"Which Senior Sister?"

"Senior Sister Touka."

"Oh~! In that case, no problem."

Hearing the name Toudou Touka, Saikyou Nene's expression quickly softened.

She knew Touka, albeit not well, but the girl's reputation was impeccable— a pure and simple character. Even if Touka harbored feelings for Ryoji, she was unlikely to make any bold moves.

'I've waited ten years for Little Junior Brother to grow up; there's no way I'm letting some other woman steal his most precious first time!'

"By the way, do you always act this casually in your dorm?"

The legal loli's eyes shifted back to Ryoji, her gaze growing increasingly mischievous. She instinctively raised her folding fan to cover the lower half of her face, her tongue darting out to lick her lips repeatedly.

Ryoji was standing shirtless, his upper body completely bare, revealing smooth skin devoid of prominent muscle definition. Beads of sweat trickled down his chest, slid across his abdomen, and disappeared into the waistband of his pants.

Watching the legal loli's predatory gaze intensify, Ryoji's expression remained as cheerful as ever, though he subtly shifted his footing backward, inching closer to the open door behind him.

The door was left ajar, a clear escape route ready at any moment.

'Trying to Run?'

Whether he could outrun her was uncertain, but Ryoji knew he had to try.

"Where do you think you're going?"

The legal loli's sharp eyes immediately caught his subtle movements.

…

Moments later—

Ryoji's vision blurred.

An instinctive warning surged through him, urging him to flee.

And then—

"Good instincts, but your speed is too slow."

Saikyou Nene's figure appeared in his arms as if she had teleported.

Her slender hand gripped his arm like an iron vise, and her small, snake-like tongue darted out to lick a bead of sweat from his abdomen.

"Mm, mm~! Just as I thought, sweet."

Even though his instincts had alerted him to her use of the 'Trackless Step' footwork, her physical prowess was leagues beyond his. Before he could react, her tiny hand had locked him in place. Escape was impossible.

Saikyou Nene, the world's third-ranked Blazer, had no weaknesses in combat.

Despite her petite frame, she trained daily under extreme gravity, capable of moving effortlessly under conditions dozens of times heavier than normal.

For Ryoji, who struggled even under five times gravity, outmatching her physically was simply impossible.

Senior Sister Touka, Kanata-san... I'm sorry I couldn't keep my purity intact for you...

Closing his eyes, Ryoji sighed inwardly, resigning himself to his fate.

He stood there like a helpless damsel, his expression one of submission and quiet despair, but deep inside, a tiny part of him couldn't help but feel a spark of... excitement.

'Weak man and strong woman? Hmm, this could be... interesting. A little thrilling, even!'

As a two-lifetime virgin, Ryoji wasn't exactly picky. While the legal loli wasn't his ideal type, being forced into it meant he had no choice.

He'd put up a resistance, gone through the motions, and now whatever happened next wasn't on him.

"Don't worry, for now, this one won't touch you."

Saikyou Nene couldn't help but chuckle at his defeated expression.

"Forcefully plucking a fruit might quench thirst, but it won't taste sweet. This one isn't interested. Besides, your body is way too fragile. You wouldn't survive this one's... appetites. Even if I indulged, it wouldn't be satisfying."

Saikyou Nene spoke without hesitation, openly revealing her preferences.

"I prefer rougher men— not necessarily musclebound, but they need to have enough strength to keep up with this one! At the very least, they must make things exciting."

Ryoji: (...)

'Wait, I was all prepared— why did you suddenly change your mind?'

A cascade of "loli con," "big muscle man," and "deformed stomach" tags from eroge titles flashed through Ryoji's mind.

But her reasoning was sound. A Blazer like Saikyou Nene was a literal locomotive in combat. Someone as ordinary as Ryoji wouldn't stand a chance under her full force.

If things went wrong, he might even end up dead on the spot. That'd be no joke.

"Then why did you come to find me?"

"To go on a date with this one!"

Saikyou Nene flicked open her folding fan, her tone casual but her expression slightly weary.

"A sudden League match had me flying overseas a few days ago. I just got back this morning. Now, come with this one for some shopping and relaxation!"

Fine, you're the boss.

Besides, she still held the ultimate blackmail weapon—his childhood photos. If those ever made their way online, he'd be socially annihilated.

This was why Ryoji hated this old loli. She treated him like a plaything, a witch who manipulated him at every turn, and he lacked the strength to resist.

But one day, when he grew stronger, he'd reclaim his pride. He'd laugh at her flat-chested frame, record her unwilling expressions, and replay them endlessly for his amusement.

He could already picture it vividly.

(End of Chapter)