Unlimited Ambition

At this moment, Kanzaki found Kenmiya Saiji and, after hearing his explanation, felt a great headache coming on. She then complained to the acting pope, "Are you all courting death?! Didn't we agree to hand Orsola over to Jerusalem? How could Amakusa-style power possibly handle something of this caliber?! Are you trying to kill everyone?"

Despite being scolded by his own pope, Jian Gongzhai was willing to comply. He thought to himself: "Given the relationship between the pope and the crown prince, if I say we don't trust him, I'll definitely anger the pope. But if I simply obey the pope's wishes and hand him over, he wouldn't be willing either."

By now, I was getting impatient. I thought to myself: Has Kanzaki been gone for too long? Has her control over these guys weakened? If so, I'll have to go myself.

"Lord Kenkyuu, may I ask you, what exactly does this mean?" I parted the crowd and walked up to Amakusa Shiki and his group, asking this question.

"..." Jian Gong was naturally speechless. Was he supposed to say to me personally: You are untrustworthy, we don't trust you?! Wasn't that just courting death?

At this moment, Jian Gong suddenly had a flash of inspiration and came up with a solution: "Speaking of which, our transaction involves Sister Osora herself, but we haven't asked for her opinion. I feel that this is unfair. So I would like to ask Sister Osora to state her position and see what she really wants."

Jian Gongzhai thought he had succeeded in his plan. He thought to himself: I just risked my life to protect her, and this prince is her ex-kidnapper. Isn't it obvious who I should choose?

Kanzaki, however, couldn't bear to watch any longer. She covered her face and shook her head repeatedly. She thought to herself: It seems that the position of Pope Amakusa is indeed too heavy a burden for Kenmiya. No wonder he has only referred to himself as "Acting" these past few years.

Orsola barely understood what Kenji was saying. Then she saw me and was secretly pleased. She thought to herself, "He claims to be a high-ranking official in Academy City. And his subordinates look like students. It seems I'm right. I never imagined she'd take such a big risk for someone as unrelated as me..."

Afterwards, Osora bowed gracefully to Jian Gong, but before Jian Gong could even feel happy, she spoke up, pouring cold water on Jian Gong's words of respect.

"I'm very sorry, Your Excellency, I choose the other side." After Sister Osora finished speaking, she gently pushed aside several Amakusa-style personnel and ran to my side.

Jian Gongzhai was speechless, feeling as if his heart had fallen into an abyss...

Chapter Twenty-Three: Interesting Ways to Play

After that, the Amakusa-style members again demanded that Kanzaki return to lead them. Kanzaki hesitated, not wanting to leave my side, but also not wanting the Amakusa-style to continue their chaotic behavior. This time, Kanzaki was lucky to be in the right place at the right time. But what about next time? Who knows what absurd things that idiot Kenmiya Saiji might do next? And the others are all hot-blooded, brainless fools...

But Kanzaki knew that I would absolutely, absolutely not agree. And I would absolutely, absolutely, absolutely not agree. Because I would absolutely, absolutely, absolutely, absolutely not agree.

Therefore, Kanzaki was in a difficult position.

Well, a man's worth is shown in times like these. I stepped forward to defuse the situation for God: "If you're willing, the Amakusa school can be incorporated into the state church of Jerusalem. That way, your offense against the Roman Catholic Church can be wiped clean, how about it?"

After some thought, the Amakusa-style people realized that they had indeed completely broken ties with the Roman Catholic Church this time. And for such a behemoth as the Roman Catholic Church, annihilating them would be a piece of cake. So they hastily agreed.

So everyone was happy, everyone was happy. After fighting for so long, they suddenly became friends again. It was a little hard to adjust. But luckily, I and Kanzaki were there, which acted as a buffer. Neither side dared to have any conflict in front of their superiors. It was barely acceptable.

When the captain of the Dark Knights asked me whether we should go straight back to Jerusalem, I suddenly remembered that there were two girls in Academy City waiting for me to return.

"Um...you guys go first, I still have some things to take care of." After saying that, I ignored Kanzaki's slightly resentful gaze and Orsola's extremely confused eyes, turned around and headed back towards Academy City alone. That back view seemed to be telling the others: Don't come any closer.

"Um... Your Holiness the Pope... what do we do now?" Jian Gongzhai asked cautiously from the side.

"Forget about him! Back to Jerusalem!!" Kanzaki gritted her teeth, unusually decisive for once. She then led Amakusa and her group towards the airport. The Dark Knights exchanged glances, then followed. Along with Orsola.

After a while, the remnants of Agnes's forces regrouped and, supporting each other, returned to the Vatican to report the news.

And so, the music ended and the party was over, and everyone seemed to have forgotten something...

Several hours later, the sleeping Kamijou boy slowly awoke. Looking at the desolate ruins, tears streamed down his face…

Meanwhile, I was comforting Mikoto, who was deeply wounded—I mean, deeply wounded emotionally.

In the early hours of the morning, I accidentally let something slip. It infuriated Mikoto. When I got back, I heard Kuroko say something wrong, which almost drove her crazy. By the time she came to her senses again, it was already past nine in the morning.

Kuroko had already left to ask Mikoto for leave. It was just the two of us in the house. Mikoto cried and made a scene until she was done, then hugged me and drifted off to sleep again.

I struggled a couple of times, but couldn't break free. Thinking about it, I felt rather pathetic; I was busy all day long and never had a moment to rest. So I lay down next to Mikoto, shifted a couple of times to get into a more comfortable position, closed my eyes, and fell asleep.

When I woke up again, I didn't know what time it was—but seeing that Mikoto still hadn't woken up, I was happy to let that time last a little longer. So, I closed my eyes again and went back to sleep.

Mikoto over there couldn't take it anymore.

Actually, Mikoto had woken up almost an hour ago. One reason she was still lingering in bed was the same as mine: she wanted to enjoy this rare time alone with me. Another reason was that her pride had kicked in again. She was holding my hand tightly, and if she let go now, she would definitely wake me from my "sound sleep."

So Mikoto also chose to pretend to be asleep.

But after a while, I noticed it was already afternoon. I didn't mind, but Mikoto was starting to feel hungry.

If it were just hunger, the third-ranked Railgun in Academy City's Level 5 would just have to endure it. Consider it a diet—but, since saying the wrong thing in the early morning, over ten hours have passed, and Mikoto feels... she needs to use the restroom.

But I was still pretending to be asleep.

Mikoto didn't want to bother me because she thought the situation was too embarrassing.

"So, keep your legs together, be patient, and wait until Wright wakes up in a while, then sneak off to the toilet. That's how you win."

However, if someone is pretending to be asleep and doesn't want to get up, there's no way you can wake them up.

Another half hour later.

Misaka Mikoto felt the swelling in her lower body reach its breaking point. The sensation of impending release intensely stimulated her senses, giving her a strange and intense pleasure.

For a moment, Mikoto dared not move. She could feel it. If she moved even the slightest bit, the fluid in her bladder would gush out. This was no joke.

Misaka Mikoto thought it would be better if she just died for a while.

Another half hour passed.

Misaka Mikoto's consciousness was beginning to fade. She struggled to stay conscious, desperately pinching the tender flesh of her neck with her other mobile hand. Otherwise, it would definitely leak out.

Another half hour later.

Misaka Mikoto struggled, no longer caring about saving face. She pounded her fists on my chest, trying to wake me up and spare her life.

But I'm pretending to be asleep.

Moreover, Mikoto's appearance seems quite amusing.

So, he continued to pretend to be asleep, while gently tugging at Mikoto's arm and then hugging it tightly. He also changed from lying on his back to lying on his right side, facing Mikoto.

Misaka Mikoto felt like she was going crazy.

At that moment, Kuroko, who had just returned from school, shouted, "Onee-sama... Onii-chan? Is no one here?" as she moved towards her bedroom on the second floor.

"I'm saved! I'm saved! I never thought Kuroko would save my life in the end. I'll definitely go easy on you when I teach you a lesson from now on." Mikoto cheered wildly in her heart, imagining Kuroko walking over so she could pretend nothing had happened, and the two of them would wake her up together, and then, to the bathroom.

"Unnie—" Kuroko opened the door. Then she saw the two of us hugging each other, sleeping fully clothed.

"Hurry, hurry, Kuroko, get moving! Call me again and I'll pretend to get up!" Mikoto screamed inwardly.

But the haters remained silent.

"Hehehehehehehe..." Kuroko chuckled softly. But according to Mikoto's judgment, such a low volume shouldn't be enough to wake a sleeping person.

"Oh, is Kuroko back?"

At the same time, I was hesitating whether to get up. After all, it had been going on long enough. I was also getting a little hungry.

As a result, Kuroko lay down behind me and then grabbed my waist with a grappling technique. She closed her eyes and started to sleep.

...A hater?!

Misaka Mikoto then realized that Kuroko was not her savior at all. On the contrary, she was her nemesis.

"I'll kill you, I'll kill you, I'll kill you, I'll kill you..." Mikoto wanted to kill Kuroko right then and there. But then she suddenly moved—and tears streamed down her face.

At that moment, I also realized something was wrong. Where was that sound of water coming from? And there was a warm liquid between my legs—

Holy crap!!!

I jumped up immediately and shouted, "Misaka Mikoto?!"

Mikoto looked at me with tears in her eyes, and fluid kept flowing from her lower body.

Compared to my shock and anger, Kuroko was completely dumbfounded. Seeing her usually goddess-like, elegant and proud older sister... she had actually lost control of her bladder?!

"Close your eyes and don't look!!!" I immediately tucked Kuroko's little head under my arm. Kuroko struggled violently, but I didn't let up.

"Anyway... go take a shower first?!" I looked at Mikoto speechlessly.

As a result, Mikoto burst into tears. While crying, she kept calling out the name Shirai Kuroko. It was clearly malicious.

"What did I do to deserve this?" Hei Zi asked, tears streaming down his face.

Misaka Mikoto felt she had never been so humiliated in her life (even though only fourteen years had passed). Her best friend and her boyfriend had teamed up once again to give her a severe beating.

"Damn it... how am I supposed to face anyone now?!" Mikoto curled up into a ball, submerged herself in the bathtub, and started bubbling away.

At this moment, Kuroko and I stared at the slightly warm sheets in silence for a long time.

"Onii-chan... this matter... this..." Kuroko thought for a long time but still didn't know how to describe it.

I rolled my eyes: "Let's pretend nothing happened." Then I snapped my fingers, and the entire bed, along with my clothes, vanished. I was left only in my underwear.

Kuroko spread her hands wide apart and then looked at me through her fingers.

"Even though I've seen her many times, Onii-chan's figure is still amazing. So slender and perfectly proportioned. So fair-skinned, like she's never seen the sun before... Speaking of which, this kind of thing, Onee-sama, is pretty cool." Kuroko thought to herself with a smug grin.

I stared at this guy for a long time without saying a word, and finally couldn't help but ask him: Just how perverted are you?

But in the end, I just rolled my eyes. Then I said, "I'm going to take a shower too," and then disappeared in a dimensional leap.

"But isn't my sister still here—" Kuroko realized her mistake halfway through her sentence, and immediately tried to use her ability—which naturally failed.

After that, Kuroko ran all the way to the bathroom door, throwing a tantrum and begging me to let her in: "Onii-chan?! Onii-chan, open the door!! Don't leave Kuroko alone!!!"

Of course, I ignored it. After snapping my fingers, I created a soundproof barrier in the bathroom. Then, with a smile, I walked over to Mikoto.

"You pervert! What do you want to do?!" Mikoto hadn't eaten all day, and after taking a hot bath, my stimulation left her completely limp and without any strength. Naturally, she couldn't stop my assault.

I held her hands down, then jumped into the bathtub and whispered in her ear, "What do you think?"

Chapter Twenty-Four: Signing the Contract. Becoming a Magical Girl.

In a sense, Mikoto is a very traditional woman—the kind of woman who, after being given her body, would also give her her soul.

"My dear sister has been unusually well-behaved these past few days."

That's what the haters say. At the same time, they're also quite envious.

"Senior Wright really does have the potential to be a beast tamer..."

This is what Saten Ruiko said, whom I met by chance.

Speaking of which, this girl hasn't appeared for quite a while since the angel's fall incident. Should we try to strike up a conversation?

So I went over and started chatting them up. I also chased away a few of my fellow chatters. Speaking of which, the saying "rivals in the same trade" is really true. So, it's not wrong for these young men, all engaged in the same business of flirting, to fight each other, is it?

"Ah, thank you so much, Light-senpai, you've been a huge help." Ruiko thanked her politely. You'd never guess she was the kind of pervert who would so brazenly lift up a classmate's skirt.

"Hahaha, it's nothing really. Just a bunch of thugs—by the way, Ruiko, are you alright?"

Ruiko shook her head: "No matter what, Wright-senpai is pretty cool like this..."