Chapter 145: Grabbing Sera’s Ass cheeks!
Kaizen didn’t let go.
In fact, his fingers dug in even deeper.
Squish. Squish.
"Wait, really?"
Kaizen tilted his head, his face the literal definition of weaponized ignorance.
"Are you sure? Let me double-check."
Squish.
Sera squeezed her eyes shut so hard her eyelids vibrated.
The massive vein on her forehead was practically throbbing in time with his hand movements.
She raised a rock-hard, athletic fist into the air.
Her knuckles whitening.
"You’re literally doing it again right now!"
She hissed through her teeth.
"Ah! My bad, my bad!"
Kaizen instantly let go.
Raising both hands defensively.
"Damn. I genuinely thought it was some kind of high-tier premium leather armor padding."
"It’s just... way different from Hina’s jelly bimbo ass cheeks, you know?"
Sera’s raised fist froze mid-air.
The sheer audacity of his words completely derailed her brain.
The rage from the blatant sexual assault evaporated.
Instantly replaced by a toxic wave of competitive gym-girl pride.
"W-What do you mean by that?!"
Sera snapped.
Her fist dropping as she glared at him through the dark cave lighting.
"You’ve grabbed her ass cheeks?!"
"I mean, purely for scientific comparison."
Kaizen lied smoothly.
Not breaking a single sweat.
Sera let out a loud, aggressive snort.
Her chest heaving against his shirt.
She completely forgot that she was still practically wrapping herself around his waist.
"Ha! I knew it! I knew that fake-innocent bitch was just a walking thirst-trap!"
Sera scoffed.
A wicked, triumphant smirk instantly replacing her anger.
"Of course she let you grab it."
"She probably practically begged you to!"
"That bimbo is way too easy anyway."
"Always walking around, shaking her lower half like a goddamn lawn sprinkler."
She leaned in closer to Kaizen.
Her eyes flashing with intense, sweaty competitiveness.
"So? Speak up, trash face."
"What do you mean by ’different’?"
"Mine is way firmer, right?"
"Obviously!"
"I don’t carry around useless, flabby fat like her!"
Kaizen tapped his chin.
Looking like a high-level philosopher pondering the mysteries of the universe.
"Honestly? I’m not entirely sure."
He muttered, shaking his head.
"From that small window of experience, they felt pretty much the same to me."
"THE SAME?!"
Sera’s voice practically shook the cavern ceiling.
The athletic girl looked ready to commit a felony.
Her grip tightened around his shoulders.
As she glared at him with pure, toxic offense.
"What the fuck do you mean the same?!"
"Don’t you dare compare my rock-hard, gym-honed glutes to that flabby, over-inflated bimbo!"
"I squat three times a week!"
Kaizen didn’t flinch.
He just stroked his chin deeper.
Looking incredibly solemn and professional.
"Look, Sera-chan, a true scientist needs proper metrics."
He explained smoothly.
His face a mask of absolute innocence.
"As of right now, I simply don’t have enough empirical data on your lower half."
"But Hina’s cloud-like, premium bubble butt cheeks?"
"I have extensive, highly detailed data on those assets."
He paused, letting the silence hang in the dark cave for a dramatic second.
Then, he delivered the absolute critical hit.
"And honestly?"
"Based on the current lack of data...
"I think I actually prefer Hina’s bubble butt."
Sera’s brain completely short-circuited under the heavens.
High crime!
Absolute cosmic-level treason!
How could this trash-faced degenerate even say that out loud?!
Comparing that soft, lazy bimbo who had never touched a dumbbell in her entire life to her?
To Sera-chan, the gym goddess...
Who had spent countless agonizing hours squatting, lunging...
And meticulously shaping her glutes into a perfect, high-tier teardrop shape?!
She had literally read in a premium men’s magazine.
that true alpha males preferred the teardrop shape! It was scientifically proven!
"Are you fucking blind?!"
Sera shrieked.
Her voice bouncing off the damp stone walls.
aAs she violently shook his shoulders.
"How can you even say that?!"
"Her ass is just useless, jiggly fat!"
"Mine is pure, sculpted masterpiece!"
"You don’t know anything about high-quality assets, you trash!"
Kaizen didn’t even blink.
He just casually shrugged his shoulders.
His face a picture of absolute, unbothered lawlessness.
"Hey, don’t shoot the messenger, gym girl."
"I’m just speaking from the heart."
"That’s how I felt."
He paused.
A devious, highly illegal smirk spreading across his handsome face.
As he leaned in closer, his voice dropping into a teasing whisper.
"Besides, it’s only natural I prefer Hina’s bubble butt."
"After all, I’ve already enjoyed those soft cheeks very much, and very often."
"The bounce factor alone is cheat-code tier."
"YOU—! VERY OFTEN?!"
Sera’s face flushed so red it almost glowed in the dark cavern.
The sheer, toxic jealousy and fury mixing inside her chest practically made her explode.
She wanted to punch him, but at the same time...
Her competitive gym-girl pride was screaming at her to prove him wrong right then and there.
’Wait a damn minute...’
A sudden, brilliant lightbulb exploded inside Sera’s head.
’Isn’t this the ultimate, golden opportunity?!’
The sheer, toxic pettiness of her athletic brain began spinning at a lightning-fast speed under the heavens.
If she played her cards right.
She could casually drop this information to Leo.
And officially make him drop that bimbo on the spot!
Even better, she could completely destroy Hina’s reputation in high society!
The media would absolutely eat this shit up.
The headline practically wrote itself:
Uptight Ayura Princess Has Secret, Lewd Affair With Trash Rank F Scrub While Dating The Prodigy Among Prodigies!
Hina’s entire career?
Finished.
Over.
Publicly executed.
And who would be right there to pick up the pieces?
Sera-chan, of course!
She could graciously step in.
Console a heartbroken Leo in his time of need.
And permanently steal Hina’s place as the main girlfriend.
It was a flawless, high-tier master plan!
Sera’s furious face slowly melted.
Replaced by a highly creepy, triumphant grin.
As she hovered on cloud nine, practically drooling over her imaginary victory.
Too bad for her.
She had absolutely no idea that the literal demon standing right in front of her was casually reading every single word of her thoughts in real-time.
Kaizen stood there, his arm still loosely around her waist.
Watching her expressions cycle from rage to psychotic joy.
In his mind, the system screen was practically lagging from the sheer amount of text scrolling through her brain.
’Wow.’
Kaizen thought, his lawless smirk widening to a dangerous degree.
’This athletic bitch is actually completely insane. I love it.’
Hovering on cloud nine, a highly creepy, triumphant grin slowly spread across Sera’s face.
Like she suddenly got an idea!
She leaned in closer to Kaizen.
Her voice suddenly losing all its aggressive bite as she tried to sound casually curious.
"So... Kaizen kun..."
She purred, tapping his chest with a toned finger.
"Tell me the details."
"What exactly did you and that bimbo do?"
"And how often?"
Kaizen’s lawless smirk widened.
"Sorry, gym girl. A real man keeps his bedroom metrics a secret."
"Oh, come on!"
Sera nicely insisted, shoving his shoulder playfully while her brain practically screamed for the dirt.
"We’re friends, right?"
"Just a few little details."
"You can trust me!"
’Yes! Give me the ammunition!’
’Hina’s entire life is about to be over!’
Her inner thoughts cheered, practically dancing.
Knowing this athletic bitch inside and out.
Kaizen decided it was time to slam his foot right on her triggers.
He rubbed his chin, looking back down into her eager, sparkling eyes.
"Well, I can tell you one thing."
Kaizen dropped his voice to a devious whisper.
Sera leaned in so fast her ponytail whipped through the air.\
"What?! What is it?!"
"The thing is..."
Kaizen sighed dramatically.
Looking at her with deep pity.
"Based on my high-tier observation skills, I’m 100% certain that Leo actually prefers Hina’s soft, cloud-like bubble butt over your shaped teardrop anyway."
Boom.
Sera felt an invisible, cosmic-level bullet slam straight into her heart.
Her smile instantly froze.
Her brain completely blanked.
She stood there in the dark cavern.
Blinking like a confused bird.
Her entire reality shattering under the heavens.
’W-What the actual fuck did I just hear?!’
"W-What?!"
Sera stammered.
Her voice cracking as the imaginary crown slid right off her head.
"Well, it’s just the cold, hard data from what I just grabbed."
Kaizen said smoothly.
Giving his fingers a little flex in the dark.
"Hina’s is pure, smooth velvet."
"Leo’s definitely a soft-cloud kind of guy."
"Your teardrop? Probably too intense for him."
Sera completely lost her mind under the heavens.
Her face turned a thermonuclear shade of red.
A massive explosion of pure, unadulterated gym-girl fury erupting in her chest.
She absolutely could not accept this!
How dare this trash-faced degenerate compare her highly built, meticulously engineered glutes to that lazy bimbo’s fat cells?!
It was a direct insult to her entire lifestyle!
She needed to prove him wrong right now.
"Hmpff! You don’t know anything!"
Sera barked, her athletic pride completely overriding her common sense.
She aggressively crossed her arms under her chest.
Thrusting her assets upward.
"If you’re so blind, then grab it again!"
"Feel it properly this time and feel the difference in premium quality!"
She leaned her lower half back toward him, her jaw clenched.
"There is a massive difference between useless fat and pure, high-tier muscle!"
"Feel the density, you idiot!"
Kaizen casually shrugged.
"Alright. If you insist."
Not giving Sera even a single millisecond to change her mind or realize how incredibly crazy she was being.
Kaizen simply spread his fingers wide.
SMACK.
With absolute, lawless force, he took a massive, dual-handed grab of her athletic ass cheeks.
His fingers sinking deep into the tight, stretchy fabric of her leggings.