Feeling the stinging pain on her rear, Crazy Mita snapped back to reality, swinging her baseball bat with both hands.
Alain blocked with his sword single-handedly. Unsurprisingly, the greatsword was spun around by the impact. But his hand executed a deft maneuver, instantly releasing the grip, letting the blade hit the ground to dissipate the force, then tightening his hold again.
"What? That works too?!" Amidst Crazy Mita's astonishment, his free hand grabbed her collar, pulled forcefully, and compelled her to turn around, back facing him.
"!"
Alain instantly understood what he needed to do. That sounds a bit weird...
He released her collar, then pulled aside the hem of her clothes, revealing pure white youthfulness. No time to appreciate it now, because his hand, faster than thought, swung high and landed with a solid smack.
Slap—!
"Ouch!"
A direct hit.
Crazy Mita tried to turn, but Alain braced the greatsword against her body, briefly restraining her.
And the second palm, raised above his head—fully charged.
Slap—!!
This slap, compared to the previous one, was just as forceful, if not more so, sending ripples across the struck surface.
"It hurts so much...!" Crazy Mita started to turn her head again, only to see the third slap descending like heavenly thunder. Her face instantly filled with terror. "No, don't!"
Slap—!!!
The immense force even made Alain's own hand ache a little. And the effect was obvious. The impact area was bright red, marked with several handprints. A few drops of blood seemed to be pooling.
Witnessing herself being struck so heavily, Crazy Mita's previously cold expression, broken by the three consecutive slaps, finally crumbled. Tears of pain and shame welled up in the corners of her eyes.
"You, you... you?!" She clenched her fists and charged like a speeding train.
Alain calmly used the greatsword as a shield again, deflecting the attack. Using Mita's own momentum, he quickly retreated to Millie's side.
"Bro, even if it's a bit deus ex machina, you're too awesome!" Alain didn't hold back his praise. He observed Millie shielding the unconscious Misha, perfectly fulfilling her protective duty. At the same time, she held the controller he had given her. According to the icon, the controller was in Bluetooth mode. He finally had an answer for the "Bluetooth Connected" message that had suddenly popped up before his eyes earlier.
"No no no, Bro! I went through a lot of mental struggle too!" The hat girl's lively expression remained unchanged. Only she knew the internal battle she had just fought. She was happy, excited. Because, with the help of this controller... she could finally help Alain! She was no longer a burden, no longer holding him back, but Alain's comrade-in-arms! Worthy of the name "Bro"!
Meanwhile, Alain watched the 'bad girl' still bent over, wincing from the repeated spanks. Using this brief pause, he examined the game controller.
He had bought the controller from the System Shop, spending 0 points. Judging by his own system prompts, the controller connected to Alain's body via Bluetooth, applying various stat buffs. Among them, the most crucial aspect, he felt, was "the hat girl personally operating the controller."
In the brief exchange just moments ago, Alain had executed a series of techniques he couldn't normally perform. Presumably, Millie could control Alain's body through the controller, perfectly unleashing her "master gamer" skills.
"...Controlling? Kinda lewd, huh." Alain muttered to himself, but Millie overheard.
"No way, Bro! Don't think bad thoughts!" Her face flushed red as she scolded Alain said in a sweet voice. Then, as if struck by another idea, her lips curved into a smile as she manipulated the joystick. "Let's give you a little punishment~"
Alain's pinky finger picked his nose.
"Hey! Don't use my body to do weird things!" He gave Millie a light knock on the head.
"Ow... that hurts..." The hat girl covered her head.
Taking this opportunity, Alain also understood that the degree of body control wasn't absolute. As long as his own resistance was strong enough, he could break free. That's good, it won't turn into some kind of doujinshi plot.
...Why does that feel slightly disappointing?
"You two... flirting right in front of me?" Crazy Mita smoothed her skirt, her gaze fixed on Alain and Millie.
In response, Alain, still quite angry that the 'bad girl' wouldn't listen to him, didn't indulge her either. "So what if we are?" He tightened his grip on the sword, a hint of anger in his eyes. "You're being so willful, completely ignoring my words. Should I still pamper you and ask for trouble? Stop kidding."
"Eh?" Hearing this, Crazy Mita took two faltering steps back. Only when she bumped against the wall, as if finding support, did she force her tone to sound deliberately calm. "Willful? You call this—"
"You don't need to say it. I can't be bothered to listen."
Alain didn't want to waste any more words. He glanced at Millie, who immediately nodded, turning the joystick and pressing buttons.
Whoosh!
The next second, Alain moved like the wind, rapidly closing the distance to Crazy Mita. He extended the greatsword, raising it high above his head with both hands. Then, pushing off forcefully with his toes, he leaped into the air.
"?!" For some reason, Crazy Mita hadn't reacted yet. Distraught, she could only be heard muttering the words "can't be bothered to listen." Only when a gust of wind hit her face did she frantically raise her baseball bat in a belated block.
CLANG—!
A single clash sent her flying back into the living room, crashing through the television before finally stopping.
Without hesitation, Alain pressed forward, about to raise his sword again.
Click.
The descending blade was blocked by the fallen girl using her baseball bat. As they were locked in a stalemate, she looked at the merciless Alain. His usually gentle eyes showed not a trace of satisfaction. Only disappointment, so thick it felt tangible.
Feeling this, her strength, capable of tearing people apart barehanded, suddenly felt fragile, weak against the wind. She could only watch as the indifferent blade gradually drew closer.
Why... Since meeting him, he had never looked at her with such eyes. So cold, so icy... like looking at a stranger.
All of this... was her own doing...
"Hah!" Crazy Mita forced out a breath, barely pushing the greatsword away, scrambling clumsily to the side and managing to stand up.
Alain straightened up simultaneously, watching her impassively. He was actually thinking about how to get Crazy Mita out of the way so he could safely use the portal to return home. He still didn't know if attacks received during teleportation would carry over to reality, and he didn't want to gamble.
The hat girl could perfectly control his body. Alain focused all his thoughts on strategy, becoming an emotionless "combat robot." As for his 'bad girl'... this time, he was genuinely angry. If she wouldn't listen to him, then he didn't want to say any more either.
At this point... seeing her poor condition, maybe he could try repelling her with force.
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