A Woman Is the Most Dangerous Weapon  

Shirunai turned her head away, unable to meet Ryuuske's gaze. His eyes filled her with fear, anger, and a deep unease—as if her entire past had been laid bare before him. 

For a girl who had suffered such tragedy, losing her parents and everything she once knew, even the violation of her body was something she could endure with resilience. But having her innermost self exposed, her past laid open for someone else to see—that would break her. It would make her kneel and weep, stripping away her ability to resist. 

Shirunai knew better than anyone how fragile she truly was beneath her facade of strength. 

Ryuuske snapped out of his thoughts, his expression shifting back to casual indifference as he smirked at her. "...You're slandering me out of nowhere, making me feel all kinds of complicated. How can you be so wicked?" 

Seeing him return to his usual irreverent self, Shirunai secretly breathed a sigh of relief. But his shamelessness—accusing her instead—left her speechless. Gritting her teeth, she retorted, "...You're the shameless one here! Doing that to an unconscious girl… and one you knocked out yourself!" 

"Nope, I didn't knock you out. Gabite did. You should be complaining to it." 

Ryuuske spoke with righteous conviction, while Gabite beside him blinked innocently. 

"Besides, what exactly did I do? Did you see anything? No evidence means no slander. If you feel violated, you can go to the hospital for a check-up anytime. I guarantee that little barrier of yours is still intact!" 

Shirunai's face twisted between laughter and tears at his deadpan delivery, before she finally lowered her head, on the verge of sobbing. 

This time, even Ryuuske couldn't tell if her tears were real or fake. 

"Wrongdoing deserves punishment—even a child knows that. Lying and stealing are bad. I'm just teaching you the harsh truths of this world." 

Ryuuske knelt beside her on one knee, then—under Shirunai's bewildered gaze—raised a finger and placed it beneath her delicate nose. 

"...Go on, take a whiff. It's all you." He smirked. "Honestly, I was surprised too. Even unconscious, your body still reacted. How shameless~ Tsk tsk." 

Shirunai held her breath, but soon, the lack of oxygen turned her face red. Against her will, she caught the scent lingering on his finger—one that made her burn with humiliation. 

"Are you really only fifteen?!" 

She couldn't help but ask, tears glistening in her eyes. What kind of upbringing creates a person like this?! Running into him was the worst luck of her life. She couldn't beat him, got caught by him, and now he even had evidence of her crimes. It reminded her of some twisted manga plot. 

"Who knows? Age doesn't matter anyway. Earlier, you had Squirtle blast me with Hydro Cannon. If I hadn't dodged, I'd be in a hospital bed right now getting my ribs wired back together. For a thief and a con artist, you sure didn't hesitate to try murder when caught. I'd say that gives me every right to do whatever I want to you." 

His cold laugh sent a shiver down her spine. 

Shirunai forced an awkward chuckle. "...That was all a misunderstanding! I swear, I never meant to kill anyone!" 

"I know. If you had genuinely tried to kill me back in Cerulean City, you'd be a nameless corpse buried in a ditch right now. Look—Gabite even dug the hole for you." 

Following his finger, Shirunai's blood ran cold. There really was a freshly dug pit nearby—perfect for hiding a body. Gabite beside Ryuuske grinned menacingly, while Dratini coiled around his neck glared at her with equal malice. 

Shirunai reached the same conclusion as Ryuuske: 

"A trainer's Pokémon reflect their master." 

These two dragons were just as terrifying as he was! 

"I admit I was wrong! I'll accept any punishment you give me, okay?" 

Her expressive eyes turned pitiful, her voice dripping with honeyed sweetness—like a spoiled child begging for mercy. 

"Any punishment?" 

Ryuuske stroked his chin, eyeing her with amusement. 

"Mhm, really! Do whatever you want to me. I'm already yours anyway—who would marry me after this? And it's not like I can resist right now…" 

Her tone was a mix of sorrow and resignation, enough to tug at anyone's heartstrings. 

"We're in the outskirts of Cerulean City. Not many people come here, but it's not completely deserted. How about we blindfold you, put up a sign that says 'Free Use,' and hide a few cameras to see how many men will cross the line?" 

Shirunai's jaw dropped as she stared at him—Was this guy a complete psycho?! 

"Don't look at me like that. I'm not the one who came up with it!" 

Ryuuske felt genuinely wronged. These were the kinds of things actual degenerates online fantasized about. He was just throwing it out there to mess with her. 

"N-no! Absolutely not!" 

Shirunai shook her head frantically, her cheeks flushing. "...Am I really that unattractive? I'm offering myself to you, and you'd rather let others have me?" 

"Waaah—" 

She burst into tears again, heartbroken, as if her entire worth as a woman had been denied. 

"Do you really feel nothing for me? If you promise not to let anyone else touch me… I'll do anything you want. You've already… touched me down there… so why not try somewhere else?" 

Her voice trembled with humiliation, her face burning so red she had to turn away. Yet that very expression only stoked a man's desires further. 

Ryuuske's gaze instinctively drifted downward—where her proportions defied belief. She even squirmed slightly, making the view even more impactful. 

As he reached out, seemingly unable to resist, Shirunai's blush deepened, her fair neck tinged pink. She shrank in on herself, trembling as if terrified—yet she squeezed her eyes shut, allowing him to do as he pleased. 

Only the corners of her lips, hidden from view, curled into a sly smirk. 

That's right. Go ahead. Touch me. Grab me without holding back. 

A woman's body is the perfect hiding place for weapons. 

And a beautiful woman? 

She's the most dangerous weapon of all.

To be continued…