67. Jabami Yumeko got her home stolen?!
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Forming a contract?
Momobami Kirari laughed—not the kind of noble smile she usually put on for show, the trademark Momobami expression. No, this was a genuine smile, born purely from her own heart—filled with madness and desire.
"If it's about signing a contract… I don't really mind. But would such a contract even be recognized by law?"
Hikigaya Hachiman forced himself to speak. Clever as he was, even he couldn't figure out what Momobami Kirari was up to at the moment. All he could do was follow her lead and make his best guess.
A contract like this—is it even legally binding? Looks like I really need to brush up on legal knowledge, Hikigaya once again realized his shortcomings and resolved to study hard later.
"It's not something so powerless and unenforceable, you know~"
Momobami narrowed her eyes, barely restraining the surging desire that Hikigaya had stirred within her. That raging, obscene lust for gambling made her want to devour everything before her.
She said slowly, "In the Momobami family, there's a tradition—when making important decisions and coming to an agreement, both parties must drink each other's blood. That's what we call forming a contract~ Hikigaya-kun."
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Hikigaya was instantly startled. Looking at the gleaming little knife in her hand, he suddenly realized what she intended to do.
Wait, what?! This is a tradition? Do Japanese aristocratic families really play this hardcore?! Hikigaya started to panic. The eerie, terrifying scene made him instinctively sit up straight and try to back away. But when his back hit the bedframe, he realized there was nowhere left to retreat.
He had already come this far—was he really going to back out just because of a little blood?
'A true warrior dares to face the dripping blood head-on.'
Hikigaya resolved—he would be a true warrior in life!
And Momobami Kirari, gazing at Hikigaya's increasingly attractive face—untouched by any trace of fear—felt her twisted desire reach its peak.
Desire can shift between forms. Just like now—gambling lust can turn into carnal lust.
"But, Hikigaya-kun has already bled for me once. So this time, please drink my blood."
Momobami Kirari's voice trembled. If you listened closely, you could even detect a faint moan. Her cheeks flushed as she extended the small knife toward the palm of her left hand.
Under Hikigaya's wide-eyed stare, she gently cut into her soft, delicate skin.
Hikigaya was stunned.
He stared blankly at the precisely cut wound in Kirari's palm, where blood was slowly dripping into a wine glass. The two of them silently watched as the crimson liquid gradually filled the glass.
The distinctive metallic scent of blood spread through the air, overwhelming Hikigaya and making his expression increasingly strange.
After all, he was just an ordinary sixteen-year-old high school student. A senior one year older than him bleeding into a cup right in front of him—this was just a little too absurd.
Kirari's breathtaking face could no longer contain her emotions, now flushed red. She admired the progression on Hikigaya's face—from calm, to stunned, to bewildered—and smiled with obsession.
Ah~ this is the human heart.
Interesting. Interesting. So interesting!
Utterly fascinating!
She was becoming more and more satisfied with her toy—Hikigaya-kun.
A lone wolf had truly entered Eden and shattered its rules.
"That's enough, President Momobami," Hikigaya's voice trembled, finally speaking up when the glass was about a quarter full of blood.
Hikigaya once again realized a flaw in his own biology: he had a phobia of blood. Watching Kirari bleed made his head spin; that familiar sensation of impending fainting surged to his brain.
As a mystery novelist, he had the occupational habit of intensely observing anything unusual.
In the wine glass—
The blood, dark crimson in color, looked especially thick, like a forbidden fruit that lured one into depravity.
Hikigaya felt more and more uneasy.
Perhaps due to Kirari's unique physiology, the moment Hikigaya asked her to stop bleeding, the flow from her palm noticeably slowed.
Kirari, holding the blood-filled glass, leaned toward Hikigaya.
"Hikigaya-kun, I'm in excellent health~"
"I…"
Hikigaya's normally sharp mind short-circuited.
"Need me to feed you?"
Kirari rested her cheek on Hikigaya's shoulder, her eyes dreamy as she stared at the cup filled with her own blood. She softly blew a breath against his earlobe.
Hikigaya shakily accepted the glass.
Internally, he cursed himself—I must be crazy, actually agreeing to such a ridiculous request. He could've just refused Kirari... but instead tried to act tough to win her favor.
She's crazy too! Ever since he came to Hyakkaou Academy, he hadn't met a single normal person!
Hikigaya's thoughts were in chaos, his heart a tangled mess.
His instincts screamed that this blood was definitely not drinkable. His mouth would feel gritty, his throat parched—he genuinely couldn't understand why the Momobami family had such a bizarre tradition.
Even drinking actual wine would be better than this…
Just as Hikigaya made up his mind, a slender hand took back the glass.
Hikigaya instinctively sighed in relief and turned his gaze to Kirari… only for his fleeting sense of relief to vanish instantly.
Kirari raised the glass to her painted lips and began to greedily suck down the blood within.
Blood and blue lipstick mingled—utterly seductive.
Hikigaya's pupils quivered at the sight.
But before he could react, the soft sensation on his chest made him realize he was being pinned down. Eyes wide, he looked up—into a pair of blue irises as brilliant as a starry sky.
Kirari had leaned sideways over him, pressing his back firmly into the hospital bed, holding his head close—and then her red lips pressed down.
So smooth, so soft.
...And the blood was absolutely disgusting.
Hikigaya swore—it was the worst thing he'd ever tasted! Sticky texture, metallic stench… the same kind of taste he'd experienced only when a crab shell once pierced his gum while eating hairy crab. Now, that taste flooded his mouth.
Even a beauty's blood tastes awful!
But that soft, slick, snake-like sensation miraculously dulled the discomfort.
He was… starting to enjoy it.
But then he realized—Wait, I'm drinking blood! This is my first kiss!
And it had been taken in such a messed-up, absurd way?!
Hikigaya once again sank into confusion.
Every last drop of blood had been transferred into Hikigaya's mouth.
A silver thread of blood connected them like a bridge.
When he finally regained his senses and looked up along her sharp shoulders and swan-like neck, he saw Momobami Kirari's seductive face, tongue extended, licking the corner of her mouth in lingering delight.
In that instant, the image of Momobami Kirari in Hikigaya Hachiman's heart collapsed completely.
She was supposed to be elegant and noble, a queen of gambling standing high above others—Eden's god, the mad gambler above all other Momobamis.
And now, Momobami Kirari was… seductive, deranged, and every inch of her oozed the air of a temptress.
Silence filled the room.
Until a knock came from the door—
"Hikigaya-kun, are you done talking? I made some lean meat porridge for you—have a little."
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