297 The Underdog ❤ X The Awakened Snake Soko
"So you will not help us?"
"Even if you defeated us we didn't become your personal servants after all"
"I see….then what do you want in exchange of your help?"
"What I want…. What I want is you to prostate in front of me and beg for our help, Momobami Kirari. I want to Humiliate you"
Momobami Kirari gazed codly at Terano.
Hachiman 'Ahhh why does it end always like this'
"What about the others? What do you want to do?"
Obami Rin and Ibara gazed at each other and then Rin said "We will follow the orders of Terano"
The others nodded at this too.
"Then for now all expect Totobami Terano can go back" said Hachiman
After all the other members of the Hundred Devouring Family left Hachiman waited for a moment and then said:
"So what exactly do you want Totobami?"
In response Terano's gaze flichered towards Shimotsukiuri Ouri and smiled.
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Japan's concept of "Gekokujō" Ouriginally refers to instances in Japanese history where someone of lower status defeats or overthrows someone of higher status in a military or political context.
In modern society, however, it typically represents a complete reversal of roles or statuses.
For instance, a domesticated animal experiencing a dramatic event and rising up, returning all the humiliation it suffered in one fell swoop.
Just like the suffering that Momobami Kirari is currently enduring.
Shimotsukiuri Ouri accepted Totobami Terano's "gift" almost without hesitation.
Without any second thought, she raised her hand and delivered a clean and sharp slap.
Ouri understood well the principles of speed, precision, and ruthlessness.
This slap was so intense it gave the illusion that even the space around them was shaking.
The battle between former master and servant now took place in the center of the conference room.
The snowy mountains trembled.
Even the great path was trampled underfoot!
Totobami Terano looked on with immense satisfaction.
Shimotsukiuri Ouri, this woman who had been taken in as a personal pet by Kirari, was without doubt the perfect person to exact her revenge.
The difference in status reversed by gekokujō—this was the ultimate humiliation for Kirari!
"You always looked down on us with that expression, didn't you, Kirari? Now look at you, truly pitiful~"
"You better keep your back straight, don't collapse~ Otherwise, this wouldn't be fun~"
"Ahahahahahaha—"
Terano laughed maniacally, the madness in her heart growing like wild grass—completely uncontrollable.
Suddenly, she made a bold decision.
There are two kinds of torment: physical and psychological.
What Ouri was doing in front of her was merely physical abuse.
There was also the distortion caused by the gap in identity, but it still wasn't enough.
Terano firmly believed that true psychological torment could only be achieved through something like… "cuckoldry before the wife".
Who among the people present had the closest relationship with Kirari?
There was only one man: Hikigaya Hachiman.
Terano's gaze subtly moved to Hachiman.
She then noticed that, though he was born a commoner, he unexpectedly had a certain aura. If she had to describe it, it was like "a gentleman hiding his blade"—a reserved dignity.
The longer she stared, the more she felt an unbearable sense of Inferiority.
'Unbelievable…' Terano was both shocked and intrigued.
How could a commoner like Hachiman develop such a presence?
Money nurtures people—it's not just a saying.
All of a person's poise, confidence, and demeanor stem from their inner resources—and inner resources are usually tied to the most basic thing: money.
"This works out nicely." Terano murmured.
At least, the one she intended to use to shame Kirari wasn't some greasy, timid, incompetent otaku.
She beckoned to Hachiman with her finger and said in a seductive tone: "Hikigaya Hachiman, come here~"
"Hm?" Hachiman looked at her warily. He could smell a trap.
"Hikigaya, you don't want all of Kirari's efforts to go to waste, right~? I promise, this will be the last round. As long as you cooperate with me, this whole thing will be over."
"I'll make sure the other members of the Hundred Devouring Clan stay and give their full support to your anti-AI operation."
Terano's short hair swayed in the wind, her eyes gleaming with intelligence:
"Of course, if you refuse... don't even think about us staying behind to help. And after that, I don't care how you all torture me."
Her words made things very clear: she didn't care what suffering might come later.
At least she had already tasted the pleasure of humiliating Kirari—she could die without regret.
If you wanted her to represent the clan and take action, there was only one way—agree to all her conditions.
"…No need to say it in such a heavy tone."
Hachiman sighed, vaguely guessing what she was planning, and slowly stepped in front of her.
"Alright. What do you need me to do?"
Terano responded with actions.
Lifting her upper body, she grabbed Hachiman by the collar and pulled him toward herself, pressing hard.
Her eyes showed no shame—instead, she looked provocatively at the suffering Kirari under Ouri's torment, as if to say:
"Look, Kirari~ you, the rightful owner, are being humiliated by your former pet. And the man you like is being toyed with by me—the loser~ All because you need my help~"
Kirari's pupils slightly contracted when she saw Terano's action.
But, thoroughly dominated by Ouri, she did nothing and said nothing.
The laughable thing was that Terano believed Kirari to be the real "main character," unaware that the true main character wasn't even in the room.
Seeing Kirari's reaction, Terano felt that she had finally broken her psychological defense—and grew even more unrestrained.
With lips pursed, cheeks flushed, she looked flirtatiously at Hachiman: "Hey, Hachiman, have you ever… tried a play with a wheelchair?"
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Hikigaya Hachiman lay on the conference table, eyes dead.
He was completely spent.
In just two hours, he had unlocked experiences he never even imagined before—especially with the wheelchair…
To be honest, he had underestimated the female heroes of this world.
Hachiman's imagination had no idea things could go this far.
The indulgence of the moment caused them to go overboard.
As for Shimotsukiuri Ouri and Totobami Terano, their condition looked even worse than Hachiman's.
They leaned on each other in a wheelchair, faces flushed, bodies trembling slightly.
Kirari Momobami appeared to be in the best shape.
Though the snowy peaks bore the handprints and footprints of many climbers—stained red with the determination and tears of those who challenged nature—her face remained mostly expressionless.
A perfect embodiment of the old verse: "Spring fills the garden, yet cannot be contained; a single red plum blossom peeks over the wall."
When all was said and done, she calmly said: "That was quite an experience, don't you agree, Hachiman-kun?"
"Uh… yeah, yeah, definitely." Hachiman awkwardly scratched his nose, clearly aware he had lost himself in the moment.
Ririka, who had been observing the whole time, covered her flushed face in embarrassment, but then quickly pulled her hand away like she had been shocked.
She remembered her hands had played an active role earlier—pushing the wheelchair when Terano lacked strength… or even massaging Ouri while she treated her own sister so harshly…
Every single detail stood out in her memory.
She couldn't bear to look at her own sinful hands.
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"The Hundred Devouring Clan's issue is resolved." Hachiman slowly stood, supporting his waist, and said feebly: "The rest… let's talk tomorrow. I need a good rest tonight."
Due to his gambling match, Hachiman told Yumeko she didn't need to wait for him and to return to the hospital first.
After a simple dinner, he crashed straight into bed.
Unexpectedly, he was woken in the middle of the night by an emergency call.
Still half-asleep, Hachiman saw the caller ID and suddenly woke up.
"It's Yumeko."
Something's wrong!!
"Hello, Yumeko? What's going on?" Hachiman quickly picked up.
From the other end came a tearful voice, Yumeko sobbing: "Hachiman, can you come to the hospital? Onee-chan, she…"
"Uuuhuhuh—" She began crying uncontrollably mid-sentence.
Hachiman's heart sank.
Could it be…
Miss Souko had always been in poor health.
This was the first time Yumeko had ever called him in the middle of the night—while crying like that…
The answer seemed clear…
Hachiman jumped out of bed, quickly got dressed: "Got it. I'm on my way now. Yumeko, wait for me."
The sudden noise woke Miss Yor, who rubbed her sleepy eyes and yawned: "What's the matter, Hachiman-kun? Do I need to kill someone?"
"…Not that kind of issue," Hachiman shook his head. "Something happened with Yumeko. Sorry to disturb your rest—please go back to sleep."
Clang!
He slammed the door shut and rushed to the street, pulling up the ride-hailing app.
Japan's taxi fares are among the most outrageous in the world—especially at this hour.
Hachiman had never hailed a cab this late before.
Enduring the pain of the cost, he placed the order.
He looked up at the moon.
It was beautiful.
But combined with Yumeko's sobs… even the most beautiful moon felt utterly lonely.
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"Sigh…" Hachiman let out a breath. He just hoped Yumeko wasn't too heartbroken.
The hospital hallway echoed with hurried footsteps.
Following the route from memory, Hachiman arrived at Yumeko's special room.
But it wasn't what he had expected.
There weren't any doctors in white coats gathered at the door in a silent prayer.
Yumeko's yearly medical expenses were more than enough for VIP treatment.
Now, not a single person was outside the room. That was clearly unusual.
Hachiman took a deep breath, composed himself, and tried to prepare a sorrowful expression.
But then he realized—he might have become somewhat cold-blooded.
Though Souko was Yumeko's sister, he hadn't interacted much with her.
Aside from that one time in the hospital, they barely spoke.
If she had passed away, he'd feel sorrow for the loss of life—but not sadness. Not truly.
Perhaps, even for someone important, he wouldn't react much upon first hearing of their death—but would sob uncontrollably later, when suddenly reminded of them.
"D…"
Hachiman shook his head, cast away the thoughts, and slowly pressed the doorknob.
The room was as cozy as ever, but noticeably tidier. The biggest change…
The Ourigami cranes folded from cash were gone.
What's going on?
He instinctively turned toward the bed—only to see Yumeko snuggling into Miss Souko's arms, her face glowing with joy and tears of happiness.
Where was the grief of a loved one's passing?!
Then it hit him:
Yumeko had tricked him.
For the first time, Hachiman felt genuinely angry at Yumeko. "Yumeko, what's going on?"
Upon hearing his voice, Souko slowly looked up from the bed. Her once-empty gaze was now focused—sharp and analytical as she assessed her sister's "husband."
Her voice was weak, but clear: "You must be Hachiman."
Hachiman's eyes widened.
He'd clearly misunderstood something.
Crying… can be for grief, but also for joy…
So Yumeko had cried because Souko had regained her mind?!
"Miss Souko, you… recovered?"
"Yes. I woke up today."
Souko's voice remained frail, but carried an unmistakable warmth. She gently stroked Yumeko's hair, eyes filled with affection: "Thank you, both you and Yumeko, for caring for me while I was unconscious."
"Uh… actually, I didn't do much. It was all Yumeko." Now that he understood, Hachiman felt awkward.
This woman—so similar in appearance to Yumeko—was still very unfamiliar.
Though their faces were alike, their presence was vastly different.
Souko was a true noble lady—elegant and poised.
Something that Yumeko, despite all of Hachiman's "watering," could never match.
In fact, Yumeko's usual demeanor was clearly an imitation of Souko.
Now, with Souko awake, Yumeko seemed to have become more pure—energetic and wild.
"…Actually, I could hear it all."
Souko's gaze deepened as she looked at Hachiman. "Everything that happened while I was asleep—I remember it all."
"You heard it…" Hachiman's smile froze.
A few times, he and Yumeko had done unspeakable things on the companion bed beside Souko.
And since she was unconscious, Yumeko had never tried to restrain herself.
Which means… she heard everything…
Hachiman's legs weakened.
He wanted to drop to his knees and beg.
This feeling of being caught cheating in front of your lover's family was something else.
"Yumeko."
Thankfully, Souko didn't direct her attention at Hachiman. Instead, she turned to Yumeko, who was curled up on her lap.
"You've… done it with Hachiman, haven't you?"
"Mm~" Yumeko gave a muffled hum, her face buried in Souko's soft thighs.
"In that case…" Souko took a deep breath: "I want to host your wedding. Right here, right now."
298 Sister Killer ❤
"Huh? A wedding?"
Hikigaya looked up in shock.
The sudden shift in topic left him momentarily stunned.
Instinctively, he asked, "Aren't Yumeko and I still below the legal marriage age?"
"That's not what I meant." Jabami Souko shook her head. "In the Hundred Devouring Clan, accepting a token of betrothal is considered equivalent to marriage."
Souko took two rings from her bosom.
In the center of each ring was what appeared to be a brilliant ruby.
Upon closer inspection, a "snake" could faintly be seen suspended inside the gem.
Her tone gentle, Souko said, "You've done so much for Yumeko. As her older sister, I have no other way to repay you."
"These two rings are heirlooms passed down through the Jabami family for generations. They're also symbols of the clan leader's position."
"If possible, I want to entrust these rings to you and Yumeko."
Yumeko peeked around from Souko's arms and stole a glance at Hikigaya from the corner of her beautiful eyes.
Her gaze shimmered with hope.
Yumeko understood Hikigaya Hachiman's feelings toward her.
She also knew this wasn't an ordinary time—one month from now, they would be engaging in a battle against Teto.
Still, she couldn't help but hope he'd accept the ring, marking a turning point in their relationship.
Souko's voice was soft, but to Hikigaya, it felt as heavy as a mountain, pressing the air from his lungs.
He fell silent, staring at the two rings.
No matter how precious the gemstones were, their material value meant little to him.
What mattered was the meaning behind the rings—the heritage, the continuity of legacy.
The choice now lay in Hikigaya's hands.
Knowing his personality, once he accepted this ring, his relationship with Yumeko would become one of "eternal devotion."
Hikigaya didn't make any dramatic declaration like "I'll wear the ring after the Teto incident is over."
Without further hesitation, he raised his hand and obediently took one ring from Souko, placing it on the ring finger of his left hand.
Then, he gently lifted Yumeko's hand and slipped the other ring onto her finger.
His heart... felt heavy.
He exhaled deeply.
Rather than feeling joy at putting on the ring, all he felt was the weight of a new, serious responsibility.
Come to think of it, the Hundred Devouring Clan really is weird.
Momobami's blood pact, now the Jabami ring bond… Who knows what kind of contract the other branches use...
Hikigaya hesitated for a moment but decided to be honest with Yumeko's elder sister.
"Miss Souko, I might not be able to devote myself to Yumeko alone…"
His heart had long since been divided—Yumeko held six parts, Haruno three, and the remaining women shared one.
Although the proportions were different, the sincerity was the same.
To give up one for the sake of the other—he couldn't do it.
Souko's expression was calm, as if she had already anticipated his words.
Yumeko affectionately took Hikigaya's hand, creating the symbolic "left embrace-right embrace" scenario: her sister on the left, Hikigaya on the right.
At this moment, their hearts were connected.
"Hachiman, I already told Sis everything~"
"Sorry." Hikigaya looked apologetic.
This was something that could have been avoided if his resolve had been firmer.
"I just wanted to indulge Yumeko's little quirks, but I ended up making the same mistake all men do." Hikigaya couldn't say this aloud, so he simply took full responsibility.
"It's okay~" Yumeko swayed Hikigaya's hand as if testing something, then smiled in satisfaction.
That smile… so familiar.
"After all, the nature of a snake is to be lustful~"
"Hm? Yumeko, what did you say?"
Hikigaya rubbed his forehead, suddenly dizzy.
The two women in front of him began to blur together.
"Didn't sleep well?" was his first thought. But upon meeting Yumeko's smiling gaze, he realized—he'd been poisoned again.
No way, again?!!
"Yumeko, don't—" Those were Hikigaya Hachiman's last words.
His body slumped and fell straight into Souko's arms, his head diving into the abyss.
Fortunately, that "abyss" was soft enough to prevent injury.
"Sis, you won't blame me, right~" Yumeko's cheeks were flushed as she silently climbed onto the bed, her boneless arms sliding over Souko's shoulders, slowly slipping off her hospital gown.
"Yumeko, don't... this isn't good for you~" Souko's face turned red as she feebly protested.
She raised a hand, palm touching palm with her sister's, but she couldn't stop what came next.
Souko looked irritated, as though she felt she had lost her dignity and authority as the elder sister.
She tried to roll over and pin Yumeko down to stop her from acting so recklessly.
But having been bedridden for so long, she was no match for the vigorous Yumeko.
"Ehehe, Sis is part of the dowry!"
Yumeko laughed wickedly, her excitement growing.
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Hikigaya Hachiman opened his eyes in a dream.
The sky above him was blue. He took a deep breath—he could almost smell the ocean.
"So weird… why would I dream about that?"
Those who dream often know—even if you realize it's a dream, you usually don't try to wake yourself up, unless something shocking happens.
Instinctively, Hikigaya rolled over.
Everything felt soft.
Was someone tugging at the sheets beneath him? He didn't care. His body felt invigorated, and he quickly drifted back to sleep.
"Mmm… So soft, smells so good… What is this?"
At dawn, his internal clock woke him up.
Hikigaya Hachiman blinked groggily at a ceiling that was both familiar and strange.
Different levels of softness and elasticity pressed against both his arms, accompanied by the scent of two different perfumes drifting into his nose.
His arms, ribs, even his… other parts, all felt sore.
His body stiffened.
He didn't dare look around—because there was a 50% chance he'd see the exhausted face of Miss Souko.
Yumeko had gone way too far!!
"Left and right embrace"—the dream of many.
But for Hikigaya, this was only bittersweet.
This situation was far too awkward.
How many sisters was this now?
He asked himself, "Am I really a sister killer?" Looking back... Yukino and Haruno, the Ougatou sisters, the Momobami sisters, the In-Yobami sisters, and now even Jabami…
The two sisters were still sleeping soundly.
Not wanting to wake them, Hikigaya gently got out of bed, supporting his sore waist.
He noticed a faint plum blossom-shaped bloodstain on the sheets.
"What a sin…"
He quickly tidied the room and got dressed, then left the hospital room like a typical scumbag.
On the way, quite a few elderly folks looked at him strangely.
Even someone like Hikigaya, who usually didn't care about others' opinions, found it hard to ignore.
He sped up his pace, bought two healthy breakfasts from a nearby shop (adding extra red dates), dropped them off at the hospital room silently, and left.
"If I can avoid it, I should avoid it…" Hikigaya sighed, unsure of how to face the two sisters once they woke up.
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"Eh? Jabami didn't come to school today?"
Saotome Mary, arms crossed, approached the corner of the classroom.
This area had already become a "Hikigaya–Jabami exclusion zone." Whether during class breaks or after school, whether they were present or not, no one dared approach.
When differences in status are minor, it leads to admiration and friendliness. But when the gap is too large, it results in fear and isolation.
No wonder ancient emperors always referred to themselves as "lonely ones"...
"She had something to do. I took the liberty of asking for leave on her behalf."
"Something to do…" Mary looked at Hikigaya suspiciously. His dark eye circles looked like ink paintings, his pupils were unfocused, and he seemed to have lost weight.
Considering it involved personal matters, Mary didn't press further. "Fine. So what did you want to talk to me about yesterday?"
"I need you to participate in a gamble."
As they moved to business, Hikigaya stopped beating around the bush and explained everything.
The sci-fi-like explanation left Mary dumbfounded. After a long silence, she tentatively summarized: "You're saying... you want me to gamble against an AI?"
"That's roughly it. But it's not a full AI," Hikigaya clarified. "It's a derivative created by Teto, so the difficulty will be lower. Teto himself will be dealt with by me and Momobami."
"Hmph, sounds like you're making up a story… but if you believe in me, then I'll go along."
Mary seemed a bit bashful. Hikigaya, seeing right through her, said: "There's prize money. No matter the outcome, you'll get a fat bonus."
Unexpectedly, Mary shook her head. "It's not about the money. I want to become a student council officer."
"Huh? Why?" Hikigaya asked, curious. Wasn't Mary supposed to love money the most? When did she care about council positions?
"Why else? I'm not satisfied." Mary shrugged and flipped her twintails.
During the ongoing student council election war, Mary had unexpectedly lost all her votes to an unknown gambling master and was forced to drop out early.
"I want to improve myself!" she said, pumping her fists.
Although there was no clear evidence, she always felt that since Hikigaya transferred in, many of the experiences she should've had were stolen.
Now, her fame was limited to the freshman class. A lukewarm gambling expert. Better than some, but not a standout.
The easy lifestyle of stable wins had dulled her fighting spirit…
She felt a sense of crisis.
Born in hardship, perish in ease.
She had to break free of her comfort zone and temper herself!
"If I become a council officer, I'll get more opportunities. That's what I want," she said, patting her not-so-impressive chest. "I want to be the main character of this school!"
"Alright," Hikigaya replied. The Momobami student council was history—now it was the Hikigaya Student Council.
It was time to form his own team.
For instance, swap out Yomi's position for Miura Yumiko… replace Igarashi Sayaka with Mary…
These were all negotiable.
"Good, it's settled then. I'll improve myself during this period. I won't let you down," Mary said, eyes burning with gambling spirit.
"Mm. I have other people to contact. As for Aiura, I'll leave the follow-up to you."
Hikigaya believed in loyalty. Aiura wasn't the strongest gambler, but her loyalty was top-notch. If she joined this operation, she'd give her all.
"Understood."
Hikigaya walked down the hallway alone, thinking about who to mobilize next.
Based on strength and accessibility, he should go see the middle schoolers Shishiba Yua and Mikoto Gouto.
But those two...
He grimaced. Their last gamble didn't end cleanly.
It was a happy ending, sure, but asking them for help again might lead to trouble.
Especially Shishiba Yua—her original goal was to marry him.
After his rejection, she even wanted to make him her personal pet.
If it's like that again...
He rubbed his waist, pained. "Nope, better wait a few days before approaching them."
"Next, to the baseball club."
The baseball club.
His original base of operations.
Everyone there was talented and spoke nicely.
Hikigaya figured that asking for their help would just take a word—no need for any payment.
But soon, he realized how wrong he was.
At the club room door, he found it shut. After some hurried footsteps, Yubiko peeked her head out cautiously.
Her odd posture struck Hikigaya as strange. "What are you doing? That pose…"
"L-Lord Hikigaya…" Ougatou Houko stammered, her body swaying behind the door. Hikigaya's unease grew.
He pulled the door open—
And the scene inside was...
Hard to look at.
Filthy beyond words.
"What the hell are you doing in there in broad daylight?! Get dressed, now!"