Wham!
The only response Anderson received was a merciless kick to the face from a bare foot.
When Ainola first saw Anderson dropping from the sky, she had been momentarily stunned.
But upon hearing his senseless remark, she was instantly consumed by embarrassment and rage.
“Pervert, drop dead!”
As she shouted, she couldn’t suppress her anger and kicked Anderson in the head a few more times.
“And why are you even here! You Peeping Tom! Lustful Thief! Lewd Rogue!”
Ainola hurriedly covered herself tightly with the bedsheets.
Her entire face was as red as a boiled crab.
As for running away?
Don’t make me laugh; with Ainola currently not wearing a single stitch of clothing, would she dare to dash outside?
“I think I can still explain…”
After Anderson was kicked twice more by Ainola, he reached out and grabbed her small foot.
Her foot was so petite that he could hold it within one hand.
Ainola tried to break free, but Anderson’s grip was far too firm for her to budge an inch.
“Explain what, you idiot! Get out right now!”
Ainola’s face was flushed red; she felt nothing but regret now, hating herself for being soft-hearted back then and giving Anderson a Stomach-weakening Curse instead of actual Poison.
Now look at the mess she was in; she had been hunted down by him, and he had likely seen her entire body bare.
Thinking of this, Ainola felt like crying but had no tears left.
“There is no Antidote! Take my life if you want, but even if you manage to kill me, you’ll never get it back up!”
Saying this, Ainola flopped back onto the bed, showing no further signs of resistance.
Anderson looked at Ainola curled up in the blanket, feeling somewhat at a loss.
It was obvious that this girl was genuinely furious.
But come to think of it, shouldn’t he be the victim here? Why did he have to be the one catering to Ainola’s emotions?
Anderson felt a sense of bewilderment.
But thinking about it carefully, it seemed he was the one who had benefited more.
Everything he had touched, everything he had seen…
When he looked at it that way, Anderson felt he hadn’t lost out.
It was just a pity that in such a wonderful situation, he had absolutely zero worldly desires.
Ainola lay limply on the bed, having clearly given up on thinking.
“Heh~ anyway, since you can’t get it up now, go ahead and take me if you have the guts.”
Ainola seemed truly angry; in the past, Anderson had never seen her puffing her cheeks like that.
“I’ve said everything I have to say. There is no Antidote, so do whatever you want to me. At worst, I’ll just consider it as having been bitten by a dog.”
After this outburst, Ainola fell silent. She simply closed her eyes, stretched out her legs on the bed, and took on an ‘I don’t care anymore’ attitude.
It could be said that such temptation was something no one could resist.
Except for Anderson, because he had been disarmed.
So, seeing Ainola in this state, Anderson thought it over and decided it was better to leave the room for now.
Just as he had said before, he had a certain fondness for Ainola and couldn’t bring himself to do something that would destroy that favorability.
Moreover, when he was on the ceiling, he had already confirmed that Ainola really was wearing nothing; she had no place to hide an Antidote while stark naked.
So, instead of interrogating her here, it was better to go outside and rummage through her clothes.
***
After a while, Ainola, who had been ready to face her demise, realized there was no movement and opened her eyes to see that Anderson had long since left.
Letting out a sigh of relief, Ainola felt a sense of indignation rising within her: “That hateful Anderson…”
After cursing for a while, she began to think about how to escape this place.
Anderson was likely in the living room searching through her clothes.
This bedroom had walls on three sides and no windows for escape.
Trying to go out through the living room obviously wasn’t realistic.
More importantly, she wasn’t wearing any clothes.
Although she had already been seen once, Ainola had no intention of experiencing it a second time.
Thus, her little brain began to frantically search for an escape method.
On the other side, Anderson finished rummaging through all of Ainola’s belongings.
There really was no Antidote.
He began to feel a bit worried.
“This kind of curse… is it possible there simply isn’t an Antidote at all?”
Anderson didn’t want to live like a monk for the rest of his life; after all, his good brother hadn’t even tasted meat yet.
‘Looking at Ainola’s “bring it on” attitude… extracting the truth through interrogation might be difficult. Would bribery be a more reliable approach?’
With that in mind, Anderson found Ainola’s clothes in his Spatial Ring.
When he was searching for the Antidote earlier, he had noticed that Ainola’s only set of clothes had been washed and was drying in the living room, so returning them to her should help recover quite a bit of her favorability.
However, he would give her the clothes, but he certainly wouldn’t let Ainola just walk away.
After a moment of thought, he decided to add a mysterious item into the sleeve of the garment.
Thinking of this, Anderson pushed open the bedroom door again, only to find Ainola, still wrapped in the bedsheet, searching for something on the wall.
Although Anderson didn’t know what she was looking for, he was certain she was trying to escape.
Unfortunately, Anderson wouldn’t let her run off just like that.
After all, he still had a massive debt to settle with her.
Anderson swore he would make her regret crossing him…
Provided he waited until she had her clothes on.
Otherwise, he really would become a pervert.
“What do you want?”
Seeing Anderson enter the bedroom again, Ainola stared at him with guarded eyes and asked.
“I gave you your chance earlier. If you try to do anything to me now, I will definitely use this knife on your backside to give you a wake-up call.”
During the time Anderson was out, Ainola had managed to get her hands on a very short Fruit Knife, and given her expression, she looked fierce yet cute, and quite adorable.
Anderson didn’t feel like this dagger posed any real threat to him, so he spoke.
“Relax, what could I possibly do to you in my state?”
Halfway through, Anderson took out the clothes and continued his explanation.
“I’m just here to return your clothes. It’s not great for you to just be wrapped in a bedsheet.”
Ainola looked suspiciously at the clothes in Anderson’s hands.
She couldn’t seem to believe that Anderson was only here to return her clothes.
Didn’t he know that as soon as she put on some fabric, she would bolt without a second thought?
And these clothes… they seemed to be the ones she had left behind in Hail City, right?
Anderson caught Ainola’s gaze, handed the clothes over, and said, “They are your clothes. Put them on.”
At this moment, Ainola looked like a kitten being fed, hesitant and testing the waters with anxiety, as she leaned in and asked.
“Are you really just here to return my clothes?”
“What else would it be? Or are you planning on letting me get a few more looks?”
Faced with Anderson’s teasing, Ainola spat out a “Pah!” and quickly slipped into the clothes.
However, before she could even feel happy, she heard a ***click*** sound coming from the sleeve.
It was then that Ainola realized… she now had a pair of Magic Handcuffs on her hands.
“Anderson! You backstabber!”
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