Unlimited Ambition

After that, I followed Yuki to her house.

It's a truly remarkable luxury apartment. The kind of large apartment, hundreds of square meters, that an average person would struggle to afford for over a decade, or even longer. The floors are gleaming. It looks brand new.

However, the room felt very empty. There was no television, refrigerator, air conditioner, or even ordinary furniture like tables and chairs. The only thing in the room was a small coffee table with a teapot and a set of teacups on it.

“A simple and unpretentious style isn’t bad… but you should take care of your health. Do you usually live alone?” I asked.

“Yes,” she replied after a slight hesitation.

"You must be having a tough time all by yourself," I said. "If there's anything I can help you with, just let me know."

Yuki nodded after a slight hesitation. Seemingly still somewhat resistant, she then stood up and said, "I'll go get you a cup of tea."

After she finished speaking, she picked up the teapot and left. When she returned, it was noticeable that the teapot in her hand was much heavier. Steam was also rising from the spout, which made one slightly worried.

"Please have a drink."

Thank you.

The tea was probably cheap and inexpensive. Because the brewing method wasn't very proper, the taste wasn't great either. But perhaps it was just psychological. I felt this tea had a unique aroma—fresh and delicate, much like the feeling Yuki gave me.

After I finished my tea, Yuki poured me a second cup. This time, however, I only took a sip before putting down the cup. "Well then," I said, "we can now begin our conversation."

Yuki remained silent and did not speak.

"First, please allow me to ask you a question—what faction are you? Alien? Or from another world?" I asked.

Why do you ask that?

"Because during the day today, those two revealed their identities to me. Koizumi Itsuki claimed to be a psychic, while Asahina Mikuru claimed to be from the future. So I was thinking, Yuki, what kind of surprise will you bring me?"

“I am a humanoid dialogue terminal created by the Information Integration Thought Entity,” she said. “If that’s too much trouble, just call me an alien, and there’s nothing wrong with that.”

"Aliens...?"

Yuki nodded: "That's right." Then, she rattled off a whole bunch of science fiction-like concepts. Simplified, it would look like this:

A group of pure spiritual beings of unknown age. They possess extremely powerful strength. They believe that Haruhi Suzumiya has the potential to evolve them, and therefore are observing her. Yuki is specifically in charge of this task. In addition, there should be other support personnel present.

"Who are they?" I asked.

"I can't tell you right now."

"why?"

"Because the information integration and thought system cannot yet confirm your location."

"So, you're saying we can't be sure if I'm friend or foe? Is that right?"

"It depends on your actions." Yuki's words were an acknowledgment of my statement.

"No, no, no, absolutely not." I chuckled and shook my head. "Although I'm not familiar with the authenticity, purpose, or actions of that so-called organization, one thing I'm certain of is that I will never be your enemy, Yuki."

"...Why?" A rare hint of confusion appeared on Yuki's face. She then asked this question.

我嘴角上翘，笑容一点点扩大：“是啊，为什么呢？”

After that, a slight ambiguity developed between us. Neither of us spoke again, and we both silently held our teacups and drank our tea.

After some time, it was Yuki who broke the silence.

“You can go back now,” she said.

"Is this a way of asking me to leave?" I asked with a light laugh.

Yuki shook her head: "It's getting late."

Indeed, I glanced at my watch and realized it was almost ten o'clock. I'd unknowingly spent nearly two hours in Yuki's room.

"Sorry to bother you," I said, then stood up.

"No, I won't." Yuki stood up as well: "...I'll see you off."

And so, Yuki watched me until I reached the door. Then she said, "See you tomorrow," and closed the door.

I haven't seen you for one night. My lovely girl. I gave a slight, bitter smile, then took the elevator down. Walking down the street, I looked up again at Yuki's balcony. And there she was, watching me.

"?!"

Immediately afterwards, Yuki quickly drew the curtains.

This guy's getting shy.

※※※

When I got home, my mom was quite understanding; she just chuckled and said, "You're back so late." That was it. My little sister, on the other hand, was pouting, seemingly sulking.

It's already 10 o'clock. For the average high school student, this is nothing. But why are you, a primary school student, staying up so late? Don't you know it's bad for your health? No wonder you're so old, but your figure is exactly the same as when you were eight. Honestly… what am I supposed to say to you?

Just as I was about to go over and say something to her, I noticed that the child snorted and then turned her head away, ignoring me.

"Oh dear, speaking of which, this child has been waiting for you all night," Mom said with a smile. "Also, it's so late, I can't stand it anymore and need to go to sleep. Lack of sleep is the biggest enemy of beauty."

"Hahaha... How could that be? Mom, even in twenty years you will still be just as beautiful as you are now."

"You child, you just know how to say nice things to please me."

That's what she said, but Mom still couldn't stop smiling. Then she went upstairs to her room to sleep.

After that, it was just the two of us left.

"Alright, my dearest little sister. What happened? Who bullied you? I'll get revenge for you." I said, sitting down next to her and pulling her into my arms. My sister struggled a few times, muttering, "Bad Kyon," but then stopped moving.

“If I am Kyon, then you are Kyon-sister.” As I said this, I took a hair tie out of my pocket and tied my sister’s already short hair into a pigtail.

"You idiot! It's you!" the younger sister yelled, then her face fell. "I've been so busy these past few days, and I've been coming home late from school. Today is Saturday, and you're not even home with me."

"Well, it's for a very, very complicated reason..." I said with a wry smile.

"Isn't it just Kasuga-nee?"

I was taken aback; I hadn't expected this kid to be so perceptive in this area. Perhaps this is what they call a woman's intuition.

紧接着，妹妹真的表现出了极为女性化的一面。让我异常惊讶的同时，不得不感慨她的早熟。

"What exactly is it about her that I don't?" my sister questioned me.

"Huh?"

For a moment I was slightly lost in thought. This child's problem was a little—no, it was really too unhealthy. They didn't seem like siblings at all. They were more like jealous young wives bickering over a man.

Although I've fantasized about my sister a little before, it was just healthy fantasy. I'm completely innocent towards her—we haven't even bathed together in the last two years! I wouldn't use that opportunity to do anything to her! And I certainly wouldn't steal her underwear to use as material for my nighttime magic! (Hey, you're a high-ranking god, have some self-respect!)

So, this is a little troublesome.

As I thought this, looking at my sister's stubborn expression, I was speechless for a moment.

Chapter Twelve: The Gap Monster, the Time Traveler, and the Fallen Angel's Spirit

I always thought I could live this ordinary life forever. After a hundred years of recuperation, I could regain my strength and throw myself back into the insane battlefield.

But I soon realized I was wrong. Terribly wrong.

Sunday's search within the city yielded absolutely nothing. The only downside was spending time with Yuki in the library that morning; it was a really nice experience sitting together reading. It made me hang up the phone immediately, delaying our lunch gathering by about two hours. It wasn't until Haruhi, looking pale, showed up at the library that the meeting finally ended.

Because of this, the afternoon's routine activities were canceled. Haruhi and I had another argument—and afterwards, she was kicked out by the library staff.

After being kicked out, I asked a few questions before feigning surprise: "Huh?! Two hours have already passed? Sorry, I got a little engrossed in my book." I said this shamelessly while laughing.

"Idiot! Fool! Are you really reading?! I think you're just—forget it! I'm so angry! Dismissed!!" Haruhi said this as she stormed off. After that, or perhaps it was just my imagination, but for some reason, Koizumi Ichiki, who always had squinty eyes, wore a bitter smile.

But all of this is irrelevant to me. It's better for the group to disband sooner so I can go home and spend some quality time with my sister. It'll help her complain less.

After that, I played with my sister until late at night. Only then did she fall asleep contentedly. Speaking of which, I don't know if it's just my imagination, but lately this girl has been rubbing her completely washboard-like breasts against my back.

While it's true that doing this will produce psychological pleasure... there's absolutely no physiological sensation.

"By the way, you should drink more milk."

"Huh?"

"No, it's nothing, don't worry about it."

Besides that, there's something else that's been bothering me a little.

Perhaps to gain my trust, or perhaps to show off his strength, Koizumi Itsuki showed me the evidence he had as a psychic.

Within a confined subspace, he and some of his companions transformed into half-energy beings and fought against another, massive but clumsy pure energy being, ultimately killing it.

According to him, this was a specific state that Haruhi Suzumiya exhibited after a period of distress and anxiety. They called him a monster known as a "god-man." If he were allowed to destroy the entire subspace, then the mortal realm would be destroyed as well.

"It sounds like a super-powered warrior saving the world, doesn't it?" Koizumi Itsuki said.

"Then good luck, great hero." I rolled my eyes, then looked at the hundreds of powerful beings in the entire subspace, whose combat strength was definitely not low. That's what I said.

So she was so anxious in spring—I hope this has nothing to do with me.

The next day, when I opened the shoebox, I found a huge pile of love letters, as usual. Being handsome is just something. Even though I've tried to spread the word that I'm head over heels for Haruhi, these girls still flock to me like moths to a flame. It's really… impossible to resist, you bastard.

Without making a sound, I stuffed the love letters into my bag, then changed my shoes and whistled as I walked to the garbage incinerator. I burned them as I went, disposing of all the love letters at lightning speed—until one exceptionally exquisite, entirely black letter that seemed to radiate boundless resentment appeared. I shuddered at that moment; the words on it were as follows:

I really want to violate Kyon. I want to pin him down on the table, grab his ear, listen to his moans, and then pin him down and violate him.

I really want to violate Kyon. I want to trap him in the gym equipment room, and violate him on the vaulting horse while other people are having class outside, listen to his cries, and get his gym clothes dirty.

I really want to violate Kyon. I want to hide with him in the locker by the entrance after class, and violate him while he wants to scream but doesn't dare, and wants to resist but has no strength.

I really want to assault Kyon. I want to hide his clothes in the infirmary so I can assault him when he can't leave, and then hand him the medicine to anyone who tries to come in. I really want to assault Kyon. I want to grab him during the stage play, pin him against the curtain in the corner, and watch him assault him while he's afraid of being discovered by the large audience.

I really want to violate Kyon. I want to touch him on the bus, make him tremble and beg for mercy even though he's excited to the point of orgasm, and then violate him.

I really want to violate Kyon. I want to take off his underwear and skirt on the balcony of his apartment, put them on the quilt that's drying in the sun, and violate him while watching him look scared of being discovered.

I really want to violate Kyon, to suck his sensitive spots while he's on the phone, and then violate him while listening to his forced calm voice. I really want to violate Kyon, to make him give me a good morning bite in his room, to hear him mumble to send his parents away, and then violate him while he begs me to "hurry up"...

"Eight, Cloud, Purple!!!!!!!!!"

The next moment, the pale, ghostly flames instantly burned everything within a ten-square-meter radius. At the same time, after hearing the familiar cry of "Ah-la," I was certain once again that no one but that old woman pretending to be young could have played such a trick on me.

"What's wrong, Uro-chan? Are you angry?" The next moment, through the gaps in her enormous, bizarrely terrifying eyes—which could never be called cute—a woman with long blonde hair and a strange purple dress appeared before me—then closed her eyes, pouted, and lunged at me. She seemed intent on attacking me.

"What a joke! You old hag!" The difference in strength was fully revealed in the next moment. My body, as swift as the wind, swept Yakumo Yukari down with a leg sweep, and then I straddled her.

"You...bastard...you deserve to die." I cursed as I leaned down and glared at her fiercely.

"What can I do? You haven't come to see me for a while now. So I had no choice but to come to you in person." Yukari Yakumo said this, and then, taking advantage of my inattention, she raised her head and kissed my lips.