Campione: Strongest# 423: I'm Not Touching That

Late at night.

In a bedroom in the Asagami residence, Haru leaned back in a wooden chair, a faint smile on his lips as he flipped through the pages of an ancient-looking book.

“How are things progressing?”

As his words faded, a strange, black mist materialized beside him, and a silver-haired young woman in a black, lolita-style dress appeared at his side.

Nyarlathotep stood on her tiptoes and, with her pert, short-skirted rear, sat on the armrest of the chair, a playful, yet not quite smiling, expression on her delicate face.

“Oh my, that toy’s mind seems to have been twisted. And the twisted part is his sexual orientation, you know!!”

The toy Nyarlathotep referred to was, of course, the second son of the Asagami family—Kazuhiko Asagami.

As the protagonist in Haru and Nyarlathotep’s little game, this newly-of-age young master had, according to the script, staged a scene of... patricide.

“He didn’t have a mental breakdown? He’s actually enjoying it?” Haru closed the book, a look of surprise on his face.

For this situation, Haru could only say, as expected of the demon-slaying Asagami family. But then again, all four of Japan’s great demon-slaying families seemed to be suffering from some form of mental illness.

‘As expected of the Type-Moon world,’ he thought.

Haru raised an eyebrow and turned his head, his gaze fixed on Nyarlathotep’s profile with keen interest.

He had to admit, the appearance of this great evil god, Nyarlathotep, which she claimed to have perfectly matched to his preferences, bore a high degree of resemblance to his precious Sora.

But, similar or not, the spoils of war were still his to claim.

“Well then, according to the rules of the game, where are my winnings?” Haru said nonchalantly.

“Hehe, I have a feeling, Haru, that you’re more suited to be called an evil god than I am,” Nyarlathotep said, half-joking, her exquisitely pretty face filled with a teasing expression.

Though she was a little surprised, in truth, everything Haru had done was, in her eyes, just... interesting.

Compared to the countless tragedies in the evil god’s experience, this was child’s play.

“Sorry, I’m not into Cthulhu,” Haru refused flatly.

This Nyarlathotep seemed to have made up her mind, and was constantly trying to pull him into the ‘great’ family of Cthulhu.

Haru, who considered himself still quite sane, naturally had to refuse sternly. He had no desire to become a crazed tentacle monster, though a great battle against a magical girl did sound... interesting.

“But the mental breakdown of the two Asagami brothers is about the same,” Nyarlathotep said, her emerald green eyes narrowed, a grin on her face as she looked at him.

“Oh, so you’re trying to default, are you?” Haru’s brow twitched. In his view, Fujino’s ‘tragedy value’ should have surpassed her brother’s.

This whole affair, how was it any less tragic than the transgendered Masahiko Asagami?

Nyarlathotep didn't answer directly, just said to herself,

“But that Kanzou Asagami, who is enjoying the forbidden pleasure, is quite interesting. And to think he hid the fact that he has AIDS and syphilis, and had a relationship with the yakuza members who kidnapped him... so very interesting~”

Nyarlathotep’s ahoge bobbed up and down, and a beautiful arc curved her lips, as if she were enjoying Kanzou Asagami’s tragic life and depraved attitude.

“As expected of a former clan head. Even when he’s fallen into the Kabukicho, his methods of revenge are top-notch,” Haru said, hearing this, his lip twitching, his expression strange.

“Well, well, a bunch of fathers and sons, added together, they have surpassed my work...”

Nyarlathotep waved her hand, a look of disappointment on her face. Then, she stood up and, right in front of him, she reached her small hands... under her short skirt.

Under his stunned gaze, a sphere, covered in a strange, white, sticky liquid, appeared in her hand.

“Oh my, oh my? You don’t want your prize?” Nyarlathotep said, tossing the white ball in her hand, tilting her head, and looking at him with a dazed, innocent expression.

“...Where did you pull that out from? No, wait, how did you hide that in there?” Haru looked at her skirt with a horrified expression.

That ball was the size of a bowling ball—!

“I hate you, where are you looking~” Nyarlathotep’s face flushed, and her pale, slender arms pressed down on her short skirt, her voice a coy, flirtatious whisper.

Her slender waist, which could be spanned with one hand, swayed left and right, stirring up the wind.

The black and white super-short skirt rose and fell, and the milky-white bear panties were faintly visible in his eyes, exceptionally alluring.

“...Speak properly." Haru, facing this great evil god who was constantly offering temptations, kept reminding himself of her Cthulhu-like true form, his eye twitching.

Seeing that he hadn’t been overcome with beastly desire and hadn’t pounced on her, Nyarlathotep’s brow twitched, and she puffed out her cheeks.

“Ooh guh, in truth, it’s a four-dimensional pocket that I stole from a blue and white tanuki with a mouse,”

Haru’s lip twitched. A fat cat that was afraid of mice... it could only be that Doraemon. So that blue fatty couldn’t escape this evil god’s clutches either?

“Well, do you want it or not, this white ball contains the coordinates of a super, lovely world.”

Nyarlathotep looked at him with a grin, and the long, silvery-white ahoge on her small, silver head was even folded into a heart shape, as if to emphasize the ‘super lovely’ she had just mentioned.

Haru beckoned, and the bowling-ball-sized white ball floated up to the palm of his left hand.

“Touch it, touch it~” Nyarlathotep said, waving her small hands, her face filled with excitement.

The white ball suddenly vanished. The next second, it appeared in his soul space and slowly began to disintegrate.

A strange symbol appeared in his mind. Just by making mental contact with the strange symbol, he knew that it was a strange symbol that represented the coordinates of a world.

“How could you do that? The sister juice I worked so hard to accumulate, you didn't even touch it!!!”

Nyarlathotep suddenly grabbed her silver ahoge and bit it, her face filled with frustration.

“Is that really what it is?” Haru looked at the evil god before him with a horrified expression. What on earth was her brain made of?!!!

“Sob~ it took me three days of watching you masturbate to squeeze it out,” Nyarlathotep lifted her small hand, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and looked at him with teary eyes.

“...”