NOVGO.NET Chapter 262: B - Like a cat in heat
Chapter 262: B - Like a cat in heat
There’s nothing better than a Saturday afternoon of shopping to forget the mess from the night before.
Or at least, that’s what Irina thinks — Claire and Hakuto clearly disagree.
But in the end, Irina got her way.
The trio walks through Uchide Shōtengai — Ashiya’s famous shopping street, lined with stylish boutiques, perfume shops, and elegant storefronts.
It’s the kind of place for classy people, which makes Irina look completely out of place.
"Hey, Big Sis! Aren’t you getting a swimsuit? Come on! Summer’s almost here! Pick one!"
"M-Maybe I’ll buy one when you’re not around..." Claire mutters, blushing. "...and keep your voice down. People are staring at us."
"Ugh, you’re so boring..."
Irina suddenly stops in front of another boutique.
"Whoa! This place has the best swimsuits in all of Ashiya! Let’s go in!"
Hakuto lets out a bored sigh.
She’s said that about every store we’ve passed...
Irina grabs Claire by the wrist and drags her inside.
"Yep, these are definitely the prettiest swimsuits I’ve ever seen!" Irina exclaims, staring at the wall covered with them.
Hakuto lets out yet another heavy sigh.
She said that in every store too...
"Come on, Big Sis! Pick one! Big bro and I will give you our totally unbiased, 100% expert opinion!"
"There’s no way I’m letting Hakuto see me in a swimsuit!" Claire hisses.
"Ugh, you’re so dramatic... Fine, then I’ll pick one for you!" Irina grumbles.
Irina quickly grabs the nearest bikini and pushes Claire toward the fitting room, but not before flashing Hakuto a mischievous grin.
"Don’t you dare go anywhere! You wouldn’t want to miss your sweet sister wearing something way sexier than her usual grandma clothes! Be right back!"
Claire in a sexy swimsuit...?
At those words, Hakuto swallows nervously as his heart starts beating faster and faster.
Just imagining Claire in a sexy swimsuit is messing with his head more than he wants to admit.
Come on... she’s still my stepsister. I need to keep it together, or she’ll think even less of me.
Besides... I’m not a pervert like my dad...
Almost five minutes pass with no sign of Irina or Claire.
No matter how hard he tries to stay calm, Hakuto is getting more impatient by the second.
Come on... how the hell long does it take to put on a damn swimsuit...?
He barely finishes the thought when Irina’s cheerful voice echoes through the entire store.
"Come out already, Big Sis! You look super sexy! What are you so embarrassed about?!"
"I said no..." Claire replies in a quiet, embarrassed voice.
"If that’s how you want to play it..."
The curtain suddenly starts shaking. Something is clearly going on in there.
"I-Irina... I told you to stop... stop squeezing my ass...!"
Claire’s breathless, flustered voice reaches Hakuto, and his mind immediately starts wandering to some seriously indecent places.
Eventually, Hakuto is even forced to use the huge shopping bags Irina dumped into his hands to cover himself.
When the fitting-room curtain finally flies open, Hakuto’s eyes widen and his jaw nearly hits the floor.
Claire is wearing a tiny red swimsuit far sexier than anything he could have imagined.
The top is simple, with a little push-up to accentuate her breasts. But the bottom is practically nonexistent.
A red thong with a string so thin that it disappears between her firm buttocks.
From behind, she looks almost naked.
"So, what do you think, Big Bro? Big Sis looks super hot, right?!" Irina chirps.
Hakuto can’t even get a word out, completely mesmerized by Claire’s beauty.
"Please, just say something, Hakuto... so Irina will be satisfied and I can finally go change..." Claire mutters in embarrassment, her eyes fixed firmly on the floor.
"Y-You... You look... gorgeous. Seriously."
Hakuto has never struggled so much just to get a single sentence out.
"I knew it! It’s settled, then — we’re buying this one!" Irina cheers, absolutely thrilled.
Claire is about to step back into the fitting room when the sound of hurried footsteps puts Hakuto on alert.
They’re coming from inside the store.
A moment later, the fitting-room door flies open and a short, chubby man in his sixties bursts in.
He’s dressed like a wealthy gentleman... but he certainly isn’t behaving like one.
He’s drooling shamelessly, his tongue hanging out like a dog’s.
His pants are down around his knees, and a stubby erection trembles between his legs.
"Come here, girl! I want... I want to cum in your ass!" the man moans, staggering toward Claire like a horny zombie.
Claire instinctively takes a step back, but she doesn’t look scared.
She immediately plants one foot forward and lowers her center of gravity. Hakuto recognizes it at once — Zenkutsu-dachi, a classic karate stance.
Hakuto can’t help but be impressed by how quickly Claire prepares to defend herself, her reflexes and timing remarkably sharp.
But what truly surprises him isn’t her readiness, or even how skilled she seems to be at martial arts.
It’s how calm and cold her expression is.
A man like that would make any girl uncomfortable, even a half-demon. But Claire doesn’t seem shaken at all. If anything, she almost looks... used to it.
Anyway, there’s no way I’m letting that filthy old man lay a hand on her!
Without a second thought, Hakuto steps between Claire and the old man, raising an arm protectively in front of his stepsisters.
"Stay back!" he shouts, his eyes locked on the man.
The old man charges, and Hakuto reacts immediately.
He delivers a quick kick to the knee, then drives an elbow straight into his jaw.
It’s a swift combination of strikes, Hakuto carefully controlling his strength — enough to take him down without killing him.
Finally, he lunges at the man, pins his limbs, and holds him firmly against the floor with a knee pressed into his back until the police arrive.
"I want her! I want that girl! Let me go! I need her! I want her more than anything!" the man screams as the officers drag him away by force.
To Hakuto, it sounds like nothing more than the crazed rambling of a drunken old pervert.
At least at first.
Then, all of a sudden, something Itsu told him the day before comes rushing back to him.
Words he hadn’t given much thought to until now.
"Claire is like a cat in heat. She doesn’t do anything to attract attention, yet everyone is drawn to her."
What if he was right...?