With Me Around, Who Needs the Police?

Chapter 21: With Me Around, Who Needs the Police?

Luke lay on the bed, his tired head resting gently on Mikasa's lap.

Although Mikasa's superhuman body possessed perfect strength and was full of toned muscles from exercise, it didn't feel like steel or stone.

The sensation coming from behind his head was only soft, comfortable, and relaxing.

Mikasa's slender fingers gently massaged his forehead.

Her untrimmed long hair casually fell beside his face, its clean scent intoxicating.

Her thumbs gently rotated and rubbed his temples, easing the fatigue accumulated from the talisman's outburst and a busy day.

Luke lay contentedly, meeting Mikasa's eyes above him.

He turned his head to look at Annie.

She stood beside the clothes rack, gently removing the burdens from her body, her movements soft, her posture graceful.

No wonder some people enjoyed watching others change clothes; this seemingly simple action could fully display a person's elegant figure—

Annie's straight, slender legs slowly emerged from her lower garments.

Her fair skin bathed in the warm yellow light.

Straightening her body, Annie Leonhart leaned back slightly, her slender fingers gently smoothing her scattered golden hair along its texture.

Her divinely crafted body revealed a dazzling expanse of fair, tender skin, appearing even more captivating and radiant under the light.

Annie walked confidently to the foot of the bed, displaying her impressive figure.

At the prime of youthful beauty tinged with innocence, the blush on her face and her eyes, misty like water, added a touch of allure.

Annie knelt with her knees apart, sinking into the soft mattress.

She quickly got into the mood, an uncommon yet extremely familiar Annie, completely different from her usual state.

Unlike her usual cool and indifferent demeanor, Annie in this situation seemed to erupt with flames from within, dyeing her fair skin with a layer of fiery clouds.

Those usually calm eyes were now filled with intense excitement and a hint of frenzy from the heated air.

It wasn't like lovers expressing affection, more like a hunter spotting desired prey, her turbulent gaze seeming to want to devour him whole.

Weakened as he was, he couldn't refuse.

The 'public ration' always had to be paid. (A metaphor for fulfilling duties/desires).

Actually, from the very beginning, he had noticed the contrast between Mikasa and Annie.

Mikasa Ackerman, who was usually incredibly proactive in daily life, preferred to be more passive in this matter, her expression more shy, more delicate, not at all like her usual powerful self, just like a young girl deeply in love – which she was.

In contrast, Annie Leonhart, who usually seemed uninterested in anything and rather aloof, was more proactive and aggressive.

It seemed that beneath her calm demeanor and attitude towards him lay a volcanic eruption of love and madness.

And Luke, usually proactive himself, could only be a fish on the cutting board today, letting Annie take the lead.

The reason his Constitution never improved was right here.

Although Mikasa was extremely reluctant for him to do this kind of thing when his body was tired, today was Annie's turn, and the blonde girl wasn't willing to let such a good opportunity slip through her fingers.

Annie continued her movements, her calves sinking into the mattress supporting her body, then gently lowering...

...

Luke played with his phone.

Beside him, Annie's frenzied expression had faded somewhat.

The satisfaction of having consumed a delicacy seemed to delight her, making her unconsciously press her abdomen a few times.

"Delicious," Annie's red lips let out a comfortable sigh.

"Why does it feel like we should swap lines? Who's the servant here?" Luke looked at Annie's dazed eyes and said helplessly.

Maids turning the tables.

"It's fine. When your body recovers, you can let me do it," Mikasa said from above his head, feeling the weight of his head and unconsciously tightening her grip shyly.

"You belong to me today," Annie, however, showed a rare smile.

Annie rarely revealed her true self like this.

A smile filled her face, her eyes brimming with mixed amusement and affection.

Her comfortable body felt like a drunken crab, hazy with intoxication.

Annie gently extended her hand, searching for his fingers.

Luke didn't refuse, reaching out his fingers to intertwine with Annie Leonhart's.

The reflection in Annie Leonhart's blue eyes discarded everything else around them, leaving only his image.

...

"What's wrong, child? Why are you so tired today?" An old granny looked strangely at Luke, who was completely different from his usual energetic self.

"Sigh!" Luke just leaned against the wall, sighing to himself. "Granny Nanohana, life is hard."

"Hahaha, you can't be like this at your age!" Granny Nanohana's hunched body moved forward, patting his shoulder. "Cheer up quickly."

Luke, having endured a day of school with his exhausted body, could only sigh helplessly.

"Sigh! Can't help it, I'm really tired. Just tell me what's up... Next time, don't call me in such a violent way. Even if I'm an exorcist, being yelled at in the ear while walking down the street will scare me."

"Then..." Granny Nanohana truly saw his fatigue and hesitated. "Maybe you should just rest."

"Just tell me," Luke urged her.

"According to reliable sources..." Granny Nanohana whispered.

"Oh, a ghost causing trouble, huh? I'll go take a look," Luke nodded.

"Aren't you going to rest first?"

"It's fine, the holiday has arrived anyway."

Luke lowered his hand, formed into a small circle.

Granny Nanohana's figure disappeared from his vision; only his faint sixth sense vaguely indicated her location.

Luke rubbed his stiff neck, forcing his neither refreshed nor energized body forward.

Starting today, abstain from sex.

...

Miura Yumiko finished throwing out the trash bag, her free hand holding her phone, staring blankly at it.

The night chill made her shiver involuntarily.

"Is it my imagination?" Miura Yumiko shivered, glancing around a few times.

It felt very similar to the day that incident happened.

Miura Yumiko put down her phone and quickened her pace, wanting to get home quickly.

The sound of footsteps echoed on the ground.

The surroundings seemed somewhat quiet...

Vaguely, as she approached the corner, she saw on the usual path home, a strange... person?

For some reason, the strange feeling in her heart grew stronger, telling her this wasn't human.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time," a chilling voice came from the strange figure's mouth, which was the size of a human brain.

A chill ran down Miura Yumiko's spine.

The blurry face made it impossible to see the other's features.

A thick stench emanated from the figure.

Only then did she notice something was wrong: the figure's head was a bit too large.

The figure had already enveloped her; she had no chance to escape.

She watched in horror as the black mouth slowly widened.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time..." the ghost spoke again.

"I've also been waiting here for you for a long time!"

The ghost slowly turned its head—

Luke held the peach wood sword, eyes wide and round, mouth slightly open, corners turned down, face full of anger.

Then...

Luke tossed the peach wood sword aside, pinned the ghost with one hand, and furiously pummeled it with the other.

"You little thing!"

"Making me late for dinner!"

"I've been looking for you here for half the night!"

The ghost trembled beneath him, reaching a hand towards Miura Yumiko.

"Help me... Police, call the police."

"Police? You still want to call the police?! Besides, with me around, who needs the police?" 

Luke, who had been walking around for hours in the night, pinned its hand down and continued pounding furiously, full of resentment.

Miura Yumiko watched all this speechlessly, until the evil spirit was beaten to ashes by a pair of fists.

"Are you... okay?" Luke retracted his fists, panting, and lifted his head.

He saw a very familiar person.

Luke said speechlessly, "It really is you?! Miura-san, do you have a spirit-attracting constitution? You should go pray at a shrine!"

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