Kasumi's thoughts were interrupted by Kenshin's cheerful voice as he said:
"Well, girl, come here—let me claim my reward!"
"NO!" Kasumi squealed, refusing to acknowledge defeat. "Rematch—one last time!"
"Hm? Want to stake something else? You already owe me ten thousand kisses and the softness of your firm ass." Kenshin said with a sly smile.
"Ugh! You really are such a pervert!" Kasumi growled, blushing at the shameful words Kenshin spoke.
"Since you don't know what else to offer, let me help. How about—if you lose for good this time—you sleep with me the entire week?"
"WHAT?! No, never! How could you even think such a thing about a girl from the Nara Clan?!" Kasumi raged indignantly. She still wasn't used to Kenshin's shameless and frank behavior, so she was completely confused, not knowing what to do in this situation.
"Come on, Kasumi, don't be dramatic. I'm not forcing you to have sex with me. Just sleep together. I promise I won't do anything we didn't agree on. Unless you ask, of course." Kenshin whispered tenderly, stroking the girl's hand again. "Besides, I'll raise my stake. If you win, you're free right this second."
Kasumi sharply turned her gaze to Kenshin, not believing her ears. It was an incredibly tempting offer, especially from someone who could kiss and grope her all week. She thought deeply about whether to agree to this shameless condition.
On one hand, she understood that two crushing defeats in a row couldn't be mere coincidence and concluded that Kenshin truly could analyze every move in advance. She remembered how Kenshin sometimes frowned deeply, as if calculating future moves—but many did that, including herself. On the other hand, she was already obligated to fulfill two extremely shameful conditions, and a third didn't seem particularly terrible in comparison.
"Fine, I agree—but we sleep strictly clothed! And I warn you: if you do anything especially shameful, I'd rather die than endure it, understood?!" Kasumi growled, feeling cornered and humiliated.
"Kasumi, I told you—I don't want to harm you. Besides, you moaned so cutely during our caresses…"
"SHUT UP!" Kasumi cried, not wanting to hear those shameful words—especially since Kenshin was telling the pure truth.
"Sleeping clothed is uncomfortable. Let's settle on underwear." Kenshin proposed, unwilling to give up such a wonderful prospect. Though he understood that within a week, under the influence of his charm, Kasumi would likely give in anyway—he adored playing with this feisty beauty.
"No! Underwear won't do!" Kasumi shook her head.
"And what's the difference between underwear and the swimsuit I already saw you in—and even touched?" Kenshin asked with a smile. He loved making this proud Nara Clan daughter blush and embarrassing her with lewd hints.
"You really are such a bastard!" the black-haired kunoichi said, blushing and wrinkling her nose.
After some time they finally settled on a version that suited both. If she lost, Kasumi was obligated to sleep with Kenshin in short shorts and a small tight top. That was the maximum she agreed to.
Several times a thought flashed in the corner of her mind to stop enduring this humiliation and slap this scoundrel hard—but the young Nara Clan daughter refused to admit to herself that these conditions were monstrous for her as a Nara Clan girl, yet didn't seem so terrible for an ordinary young girl named Kasumi.
Two personalities constantly fought within her. The first—an obedient kunoichi loyal to the clan, honoring all its traditions and precepts. The second—buried very deep until today and refusing to surface: little affectionate girl Kasumi, deliberately suppressed for many years. And now she was beginning to awaken and even fight for her existence, seeing salvation in this incredible young man.
"Fine, but before we start—I have an additional condition. Three seconds per move, not five." Kasumi said, deciding to limit Kenshin's potential and increase her chances of victory. She was certain that even the most genius Nara Clan member ever born couldn't calculate even half the moves in three seconds.
"Then I have a counter-condition. For the entire next week you'll sit on my lap anytime I want." Kenshin replied—for whom reducing move time was a tangible obstacle.
After thinking for several seconds, Kasumi agreed, deciding it wouldn't change much fundamentally.
The third game was the shortest yet most intense for both. Kenshin pushed x120 focus to the limit, trying to think everything through in advance—but even then he couldn't. There were always 10-20% unaccounted combinations, and the winner was unknown until the very end.
To Kasumi's own surprise, at the flashed prospect of victory she felt partially upset but quickly banished unnecessary thoughts and focused on the game.
Kenshin grew very worried and inwardly cursed himself for overconfidence—because Kasumi entered exactly the combination he hadn't accounted for and could end the game in a few moves. And when he already thought she would now crush his victory, the girl suddenly made a completely different move that someone with her intellect simply couldn't make—and lost quite quickly.
For a second dead silence hung in the office, then Kenshin joyfully jumped up, staring at Kasumi—but quickly regained composure and cleared his throat.
"Ahem, looks like I won." Kenshin asked as if seeking the girl's opinion.
"Looks like it…" the black-haired kunoichi answered in a displeased tone, crossing her arms over her chest.