"What are you even talking about? What's with you?" Daziel was completely bewildered, convinced he'd been perfectly composed.
However, March 7th pointed a finger at his back. Specifically, at the baseball bat strapped there. The top of the bat, jutting out, seemed to be pressing directly against… well, March 7th's hidden area beneath her skirt. Understanding dawned on Daziel, followed by a wave of numbness. How could this even happen?!
"Why… why are you carrying that stick? Aren't we here… for the festival?" March 7th stammered, her voice laced with a hint of accusation.
"To be prepared for a fight, of course! That's why I brought it." Daziel had read the script; he knew a conflict with the Interastral Peace Corporation goons was inevitable. Bringing his weapon was just common sense.
"C-could you maybe… shift the stick a little? It's really… um… uncomfortable." March 7th's face was now flushed a deep red, like a perfectly ripe apple.
"I'll try." Daziel reached behind him, attempting to adjust the bat's position.
"Uh… ah!" March 7th let out an even more… captivating cry.
Startled, Daziel clapped a hand over March 7th's mouth instantly. "Keep it down!" Cold sweat beaded on his forehead.
March 7th wrapped her arms around Daziel's neck, leaned in close, her breath warm against his ear… "Th-that… don't move it, okay? All that rubbing… back and forth… it's making me more uncomfortable…"
Daziel felt utterly mortified. He could smell the sweet, innocent scent of a maiden coming from March 7th's mouth. "Th-then… then I won't move it, Little March, just bear with it, p-please don't make a sound."
"Mmm… g-got… got it…" March 7th's breathing was shallow and weak, her words barely audible, still panting slightly.
This is bad, bad, bad…! This is really bad! He'd just made a vow to remain unfazed by beauty, and now this scene… Who could possibly resist this?! Now even his second baseball bat was eager to step up to the plate… This was definitely not a good sign! March 7th was no seasoned baseball pro; she clearly couldn't handle the offense of two bats. And sure enough… Gradually, March 7th became acutely aware of the presence of that second baseball bat.
"Ah… wuu wuu!" Helpless, Daziel could only clamp his hand even tighter over March 7th's mouth. "Keep it down, I'm really sorry, I didn't want this either, blame it on you for being so damn cute…" Daziel himself was consumed by shame now. Damn underworld system, this has to be your doing! All I wanted was to experience the normal 12+ Star Rail storyline! I regret it, can I get a refund on this system?!
As if on cue, the system seemed to hear Daziel's silent curse.
"Ding!"
[Host's own baseball skills are severely lacking, why blame the system?] [If you had managed a score yesterday, hit a home run today, and pushed March 7th's corruption value to 100% to claim the reward, you could control the bat's size. How could you have avoided the current… embarrassment?]
"Fuck…!" Seeing the subtitle flash before his eyes, Daziel couldn't help but curse aloud.
"W-wu, wha… what… what do you mean by 'Fuck'? You wouldn't be thinking about…" March 7th's gaze dropped to Daziel's prominent baseball bat, her eyes wide with panic and fear.
"No… I, I wasn't talking about you… I was talking about… ugh…" This just made March 7th misunderstand even worse. It's all this damn system's fault! Because of this stupid corruption value, it's warped Little March's common sense beyond recognition!
"When you're… when you're pressing against me like this, you're thinking of other women?" March 7th's voice trembled, on the verge of tears.
"No! No, what are you even thinking, I… I wasn't thinking about other women! No, what I was thinking about wasn't even human!" Daziel felt utterly defenseless.
"S-so… you… Daziel, you like inhuman things? Like Abundance, or… Propagation? Isn't that… disrespectful to the Aeons… won't there be consequences…? O-or… or are you a model kit enthusiast, liking to pilot mecha, like the Stellaron Hunter Sam?"
"No! Can you just stop overthinking, ugh, you're scaring me now, okay! Just shut up!" Daziel was done trying to reason with this illogical girl. He clamped his hand firmly over March 7th's mouth again, glaring down at her, silently ordering her to be quiet.
However, Daziel's forceful action only amplified March 7th's terror. "Wu! Wuu wuu!" She looked up at Daziel with wide, frightened eyes, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably. Daziel… He's become so scary, so intimidating! He wouldn't do anything… strange to me, would he…?
"Ding!"
[Target character March 7th's corruption value increased by 3%] [Current corruption value: 15%] [Keyword triggered: Coercion] [Please, Host, continue your valiant efforts, and become an underworld villain protagonist as soon as possible!]
Reading the system's message, the corner of Daziel's mouth twitched involuntarily. This was truly spiraling out of control. No choice, just gotta endure it!
The most pressing task now was to survive this immediate predicament. After all, just outside the flimsy partition, Bronya and Topaz's conversation was still ongoing… Daziel could clearly hear snippets of their discussion.
Daziel focused on two things: staying as still as possible and keeping the two "baseball bats" pressing against March under control. He couldn't let them cause any more trouble. His body was rigid, every muscle straining in a Herculean effort to maintain his composure.
Okay, Daziel, you're basically a monk now, he told himself, trying to believe he could resist the temptation simmering between them.
But even the simple act of breathing made things worse. As his chest expanded, his throbbing bat pressed harder against March's entrance, sending a faint shiver through her body. She gasped, the heat pooling in her abdomen as her legs quivered uncontrollably.
This… this can't be happening, March thought, panic and arousal warring within her. Her chest heaved with each rapid breath, and every tiny movement amplified the friction between them. She could feel Daziel's bat sliding perilously against her dampness, threatening to breach the flimsy barrier of her panties. I'm practically bouncing on it… she admitted to herself, equal parts mortified and electrified.
While March fought to keep herself together, Daziel clenched his eyes shut, searching for some semblance of calm. Breathe slowly… he murmured internally, inhaling and exhaling with deliberate care. But each rise and fall of his chest only drove the bat deeper against March, eliciting a soft, involuntary moan from her lips before she could clamp down on it.
Daziel caught the faint sound and reacted instantly. His hand shot up, covering March's mouth firmly but gently to silence her. With his other hand, he pressed a finger to his lips in a sharp shush, his piercing gaze locking onto hers in a silent warning.
But the sudden movement came with consequences. Daziel's hot bat pressed more insistently against March's stomach, while the other slid lower, grazing her rear and tugging at her panties with a tantalizing pull. The sensation was too much. March's back arched, her eyes fluttering as pleasure surged through her. She tried to muffle her moans, but a cascade of orgasms overtook her, leaving her trembling and breathless.
Daziel, eyes still closed, remained focused on his controlled breathing, utterly oblivious to the storm of ecstasy March was riding. Please don't let us get caught… he thought, unaware of the mess March was making beneath him.
Minutes dragged by. Finally, the sound of Bronya politely bidding farewell to Topaz broke the tension. The heavy thud of Clipoph Fort's door closing echoed through the room. Daziel exhaled deeply, relief flooding his system. He crawled out from under the desk first, then pulled out March, who was dazed and nearly spent. That's when he noticed it.
Where March had been sitting, a small puddle of clear, sticky liquid glistened on the floor. Part of her skirt was damp, clinging to her thighs.
Ding!
[Target character March 7th's corruption value increased by 5%]
[Current corruption value: 25%]
[Keyword triggered: Flowing Water Scepter]
[Host, please continue your efforts. If possible, clean it up quickly. Be careful not to let Bronya see it.]
Daziel grimaced. If Bronya found this, there'd be no explaining it away. But how was he supposed to clean it up? He rubbed his temples, already feeling a headache coming on.
Just then, Bronya—who had been standing frozen, still mulling over Topaz's proposal—heard a noise from her desk. She turned, her eyes widening in surprise.
"Mr. Daziel? Miss March 7th?" Bronya stared at the two of them crawling out from under her desk, her expression a mix of shock and confusion.
Daziel steadied March, whose legs were still wobbling, and managed a sheepish smile. "Uh, hello, Guardian…"
"H-hello, Miss Bronya…" March mumbled weakly, her face flushed.
Bronya tilted her head, her gaze flicking between them. "Is she… alright?" she asked, pointing at March.
"Oh, her?" Daziel's eyes darted around as he scrambled for an excuse. "She's, uh, not feeling well. She'll be fine in a bit."
Bronya frowned, still puzzled. "But… how did you two end up under my desk?"
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