Sister Rescue Plan

A swordsman with a loli complex, number one on the bestseller list, the top star of Shuke, the man who pins the academic genius down!

That's right, as Shuke's top socialite, I naturally deserve the top spot's recommendation!

Chapter Twenty-Eight: One Punch, One Madman

At noon, Izayoi Mirai packed up her books and took out her lunchbox. Origami Tobiichi had gone out for some reason. Tohka was happily eating, while Shiori Itsuka was absentmindedly glancing at him.

He decided to leave her out of the picture for a few days.

His phone rang. It was a text message from Miku, along with a cute photo of her acting adorable. Miku has been super clingy to him lately. Yesterday, the two of them spent the whole day together at home, and this morning she's been sending him emails frequently.

His mood immediately improved, and a smile appeared on his stern face. He put down the lunchbox in his hand and began to reply to the letter.

Shiori saw this scene and guessed that she was chatting with Miku, but for some reason she felt a little upset.

Just then, the surrounding light dimmed for a moment, and the air became viscous, as if it had come alive, turning into ropes that bound people's hands and feet.

A heavy weariness washed over her, and Yuuyo Mirai felt her body grow heavy. At the same time, her classmates collapsed one by one. If it weren't for the sun still shining outside, it would have looked like a scene from a horror movie.

Izayoi Mirai put her phone in her arms and slumped onto the table, while Tohka also went limp and listless.

Shiori hugged Tohka, then looked anxiously at the "unconscious" Izayoi Mirai: "Mirai, Tohka?"

She pressed her earpiece: "Kotori, what's wrong with them?"

“We detected a strong spiritual wave reaction in the vicinity of the high school. There is no doubt that this is Kurumi’s doing. Humans staying in this wide-area barrier will become weak as a result.”

Unexpectedly, it was Rei's voice coming through the headphones.

"Reine, where's Kotori? And why am I alright?"

"She also has her own mission, and I will be in charge of this campaign." Lingyin's calm voice rang out. "As for you, you have Tohka's spiritual power within you; in fact, she is protecting you."

"What about the future? And why did Kurumi do this?"

"Wouldn't it be more convenient to ask the person involved?"

"I see."

Shiori placed Tohka on the seat and looked at Izayoi Mirai. Was he still angry with me?

She took off her coat, draped it over Izayoi Mirai's shoulders, and turned to walk out of the classroom. She was going to find Kurumi and get to the bottom of this.

"I will definitely help you recover."

In the classroom, a beam of light flowed by, and Tohka found herself feeling less uncomfortable. Her body became lighter, and a spirit dress in the form of a light membrane appeared on her body.

"This is?"

She looked at her hands and feet in surprise, jumped around in place, and realized she could stand upright in the air.

“Great, this will help Shiori.”

With the sword in her hand, she left the classroom and headed in the direction Shiori had gone.

Only then did Youxiao Mirai sit up. She placed her coat, still warm from her body, on the table, her eyes filled with complex emotions, and a faint fragrance emanated from the coat.

This guy seems determined to be gay with him.

Yushou Mirai was somewhat at a loss. He didn't discriminate against gay men, and in his previous life he had collected a lot of photos of cross-dressing men, but asking him to go out with men was too much to ask.

If only it were a real Shiori.

He sighed. The effects of the Mother's Drowning Spring were obviously invalid, and he couldn't accept it even if the soul was male.

However, now is not the time to think about these things. Something is slowly and steadily flowing out of his body, and he knows that is his time.

A few days ago, he was probably only slightly better than his classmates, but things are different now. After confirming his relationship with Miku a couple of days ago, he discovered—

He can also replenish mana through bodily fluid exchange, just like a Servant.

Moreover, because Miku is a spirit, her interaction with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is even closer.

In other words, his older sister can make him stronger!

After a day of cultivation yesterday, Youxiao Mirai's body is now filled with several times more magical power than before, and with each breath, she is also absorbing and releasing more spiritual power.

"Should I be able to beat Kurumi now?"

He thought uncertainly that, thanks to Medea's magic notes, his magical power had increased, bringing him closer to his strength during the Fifth World War.

Empty-handed, Mirai walked out of the classroom, bypassing the people lying haphazardly in the corridor, and following her sense of the spirits, went upstairs.

Just then, a bright red figure blocked his way; it was none other than Kurumi Tokisaki.

"I can't let you go."

Kurumi Tokisaki smiled seductively, holding a flintlock pistol in her hand, her eyes filled with malice as she looked at Mirai Izayoi. "Besides, you're a really annoying guy."

Yosuke Mirai remained expressionless as she raised her hand, unleashing a beam of dark light that pierced Kurumi's throat.

It was a fountain pen.

Dark red blood gushed from the wound. Kurumi seemed somewhat incredulous. She clutched her throat and collapsed, the flintlock pistol falling from her hand. Her mouth opened and closed, as if she wanted to say something.

Izayoi Mirai added another pen, this time to her forehead, the hard skull being pierced through.

This time, Kurumi lost her chance of survival.

He didn't relax at all; this was just a clone.

The next moment, a series of overlapping sounds came from all directions.

"How heartless."

"I'm so scared."

"They have absolutely no sense of chivalry or respect for women."

"It looks like it's in so much pain."

"..."

In the corner, shadows writhe, laughing unrestrainedly, their voices mocking. They come alive, emerging from the corner.

They're all Kurumi.

Yosuke Mirai charged into the crowd, and Kurumi and the others were harvested like straw.

Weak, too weak.

Without the trump card of time, Kurumi's only threats as clones are her flintlock pistols and her numbers. Her fighting skills rely entirely on scratching, making her on par with shrewish women throwing tantrums in the street, only with more of them.

Izayoi Mirai crashed into the crowd to use their numbers to shield herself from bullets, while Kurumi and her ilk, who were completely uncooperative, were in a chaotic state, and most of their attacks ended up hitting "themselves."

However, the future of Youxiao is different. Bajiquan is originally a short-range fighting style, which emphasizes inch-by-inch interception and inch-by-inch seizure in terms of technique.

The head, shoulders, hands, elbows, tail, hips, knees, and feet—eight parts of the body—are transformed into sharp weapons. Merely touching them will break a Kurumi's bones and tendons, rendering it unable to fight.

A chorus of groans filled the floor as dozens of Kurumi-like figures clutched their severed limbs and howled. Though they were fearless, the pain was excruciating. In fact, they almost wished they were dead, since their original bodies could revive them given enough time.

But the endless stream of Kurumi's began to subdue Izayoi Mirai. They eventually gave up attacking and pounced on him, some covering his head, some covering his legs, and with their overwhelming numbers, they held him back.

Izayoi Mirai couldn't move. Her body was covered in Kurumi. She couldn't move, and the only reason she could stand was because Kurumi surrounded her and held her in place.

But this couldn't stop him. The next moment, he loosened his fist and gripped the two swords.

Then, blood splattered.

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Sorry, I was so sleepy last night that I fell asleep.

Of course, I know you'll forgive me!

I'll come back and continue writing after my exam this afternoon.

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Sexy Kurumi, Online Oral Sex

Kurumi's hands and feet were scattered all over the rooftop, and blood flowed slowly on the cement ground, turning a deep red in the sunlight.

But Kurumi had already secured the victory.

Because of her carelessness, Takamiya Mana was successfully ambushed and has now fallen from a high building, losing her fighting ability. Tobiichi Origami and Tohka are pinned down by many Kurumi and subjected to chokeholds, and have already fainted. At this moment, Kurumi's main body pushes Shiori to the ground, straddles her, and the other Kurumi grab her with their hands and feet.

She stroked Shiori's face, revealing a sickly smile: "Oh dear, after waiting for so long, I can finally start enjoying Shiori."

"Let me go!"

Shiori struggled desperately, but couldn't shake Kurumi off.

At that moment, Kurumi seemed to have thought of something, raised an eyebrow, switched the flintlock pistol to her left hand, raised her right hand high, and a piercing alarm sounded in the street.

That was a spacequake alarm.

"What do you want to do!"

"Your classmates are all fast asleep. If I were to trigger a spacequake at this moment, none of them would escape, would they?"

Kurumi laughed and said to Shiori, "Now, can you still say you want to save me?"

"If you dare to do that, I'll bite my tongue... um."

The moment she uttered those words, the Kurumi surrounding Shiori inserted their slender fingers into her mouth, pressing down on her upper and lower palates, while some of them mischievously stirred her tongue.

With so many foreign objects stuffed into her mouth, and her tongue being played with wantonly, some of them even reaching deep into her throat, Shiori coughed violently.

Kurumi sensed something was wrong. She looked at Shiori's chest, which was heaving due to coughing, reached out and touched it, and couldn't help but squeeze it. It was soft.

"Are you a woman?"

Unfortunately, Shiori's mouth was stuffed full, so she couldn't even nod or shake her head, let alone speak.

Suddenly, Kurumi rolled around on "her own" body, and in the instant she lowered her head, a dark light shot out and passed through the spot where her head had just been.

"A troublesome fellow has arrived."