Double Dagger Delinquent

Chapter 50 Past and Present

Iryoku Taiyou’s reputation spread like wildfire throughout the school. He was foul-mouthed, reckless, and did whatever he pleased—at least, that’s what everyone believed.

The rumors of him brutally injuring Rio and her gang only added to the fear surrounding his name. Stories spiraled out of control.

Someone claimed he had taken down a Yakuza member. Another swore he had stabbed a student at his previous school. Then came an even more shocking revelation—his age.

Iryoku wasn’t just an ordinary transfer student. He was twenty years old. Whispers filled the hallways. How was he even allowed to enroll? Had he been in prison? Was he some kind of ex-convict trying to start over?

No one knew the truth. But one thing was certain—people were genuinely terrified of him.

Meanwhile, Yumi was finally living a normal life—no longer fearing harassment.Well… I can still feel some perverted stares, she thought, slightly uneasy. But compared to before, it was nothing.

Now, she had a new challenge—gathering the courage to talk to someone. At lunchtime, she spotted Reika Rizumu, the elegant girl who had stood up for her before, sitting gracefully at a table in the cafeteria.

Yumi took a deep breath. "Okay… I can do this."

Heart pounding, she finally mustered the courage to step forward. “E-Excuse me, Miss Reika… c-can I have a word with you?” Her voice wavered slightly, but she got the words out.

Reika looked up, her enchanting smile making Yumi’s breath catch. “Sure. And just call me Reika,” she said gently.

Yumi felt a small wave of relief. She spoke with Reika—finally able to express her gratitude for standing up for her.

Yumi settled into her new routine—going to school, chatting with Alessandra and Reika, and, like clockwork, getting dragged into some sort of sport or physical training by Alessandra after classes.

Strangely, she began to notice something different. Fewer and fewer boys were staring at her in that perverted, lingering way they used to. Maybe I’ve changed, she thought, a flicker of pride and relief warming her chest.

One morning, during the first period, she arrived early. As she stepped into the classroom, she saw Iryoku seated at his desk—fast asleep. Carefully, she tiptoed inside, trying not to wake him.

Taking her seat, she stole a glance at him from the corner of her eye. Maybe… this is my chance. She wanted to thank him aswell—for what he did to Rio and her gang—even if he hadn’t done it for her specifically.

Because of him, her life had drastically improved.

But hesitation held her back.

She sat there, debating with herself for several minutes. Should I wake him up? she wondered.

Before she could decide, a loud yawn broke the silence.

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa—!"

Startled, Yumi quickly snapped her head forward, pretending to read the board—though there was nothing written on it.

Iryoku lazily opened one eye and looked at her while one hand rubed his closed eye.

With a tired expression, he smirked. "You're early today, shorty."

"W-What?" Yumi flinched, caught off guard by how easily he spoke to her with such familiarity. She lowered her head, feeling nervous under his gaze.

His lazy grin lingered as his eyes shamelessly drifted over her curves, making Yumi shift uncomfortably. She quickly crossed her arms over her chest, trying to shield herself from his gaze.

Iryoku ran a hand over his face, fixing his messy bedhead slightly before sighing. "Alright... nice rack. Something good to dream about. See ya," he added with a thumbs-up. With that, he flopped back onto his desk and drifted right back to sleep.

"Ah…" Yumi squeaked softly, her face flushing as she stared at him in disbelief. What a weird and shameless person, she thought, slumping down in her seat.

And just like that, she had lost her chance to say thank you. Before she could dwell on it further, more and more students began filing into the classroom. She let out a small sigh, muttering to herself as she pulled out her notebook, resigning herself to focus on class instead. "And… I never even got to thank him."

Yumi lay on a bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, her thoughts heavy and suffocating. She had just woken up—disoriented, exhausted, and overwhelmed by a crushing sense of loss. She, Reika, and Alessandra had been transported back. But when they awoke, Agnes had delivered the grim news: Only the three of them had returned. There was no sign of Iryoku. And they had been asleep for over a month.

A sharp pain twisted in Yumi’s chest. Tears welled up in her eyes, spilling over as regret crashed over her like an unrelenting tide.

I… who lost both my parents… I, who lived my life in weakness, timid, clumsy, easily pushed around… I was saved again and again. By others… and by him.

Memories flooded Yumi’s mind.

At some point, she had come to hate his guts—his shameless behavior, the way he teased her Sensei, his rough and reckless nature.

But…

That time when the minotaur had us cornered—he appeared and faced the monster head-on.

That time I fell while searching for the missing children—he jumped in without hesitation and saved me.

That time with the monster monkeys—when I leaped from the tree, I knew he would be there to catch me.

That time we fought the dragon, when all hope was lost…

Her vision blurred with tears. He stepped up and distracted the beast while we escaped. Her heart clenched painfully. I hope he’s alive… No, I know he’s alive.

She clenched her fists, resolve hardening within her. You made a promise, stupid delinquent… about taking our hearts. So... please come back.

She turned her head, glancing at Reika and Alessandra as they stirred from their beds.

Outside, the air was thick with chaos—the clash of steel, monstrous roars, and desperate battle cries. The capital was under siege. Princess Agnes ran outside alongside Joseph and the royal knights, ready to face the invading demons in battle.

Without hesitation, Yumi, Reika, and Alessandra exchanged determined looks. They rushed out of the room, searching for weapons. “Let’s end this quickly,” Yumi said, her voice steady with conviction. “He is waiting for us.”

That being said… why are you so scared? Yumi mocked herself, her thoughts swirling as she lay on the bed.

She was dressed in a silky blue nightgown—practically see-through. Her face was flushed, hidden beneath the blankets as she tried to steady her racing heart.

The sound of water splashing echoed from the bathroom.

Her lips moved silently as she wrestled with her thoughts, each one making her chest tighten. Then, the bathroom door creaked open. Yumi tensed. She shrank deeper under the sheets, her breath quick and uneven. "Ahh… ahh…"

Soft footsteps approached. The bed shifted under added weight. Heart pounding, Yumi peeked out from the edge of the blanket, lifting it just enough to see.

Iryoku’s back was turned to her—broad, bare, and covered in rugged, well-defined muscles. He ran a hand through his damp hair, the motion drawing her gaze to the sharp edge of his jaw.

He has stubble… she thought absently, noting the rough shadow along his chin. Follow current novᴇls on novel⁂fire.net

Then, suddenly, he turned his head. Yumi panicked, instantly dropping the blanket and rolling onto her side, her back facing him as she hid from his gaze. The bed shifted again. She felt him settle down beside her. Neither of them spoke.

But the silence between them was anything but calm. We can wait, Yumi assured herself. I can sort through these thoughts when we return to our world... I... will... We... can... then—

Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted. Without warning, two strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close. “Ah—wait, no…! I said no groping!” Yumi gasped, tensing as she instinctively struggled against his hold.

But he didn’t move beyond that—no teasing words, no further actions. He simply held her, his warmth surrounding her like a protective shield.

Yumi squeezed her eyes shut, instinctively covering her chest, bracing herself for… something. But nothing happened.

Instead, she felt his slow, rhythmic breathing against the top of her head—the steady beat of his heart against her back. The warmth of his embrace, firm yet gentle, seeped into her, dissolving the tension in her body.

Little by little, her nerves faded. The chaotic thoughts in her mind quieted, replaced by comfort.

Then, in a low whisper, his voice reached her ears. “Please… I only want to hold you close. Nothing more.” Yumi’s breath hitched. Her thoughts wavered, her heart pounding. I… don’t want to regret anymore... Slowly, she turned in his arms until she was facing him.

Their eyes met—his expression flickering with surprise at her sudden movement. But then, his gaze softened, steady and unwavering, filled with care… something that made her chest tighten.

Yumi decided, slowly buried her face against his chest, inhaling his scent—warm, distinct, unmistakably his. Her soft, big curves pressed into his firm frame, her heartbeat unsteady.

Iryoku reacted, his hands moving gently, caressing her back in slow, comforting strokes. Lowering his head, he placed a delicate kiss on the crown of her head, his touch careful.

Yumi’s misty eyes lifted, meeting his gaze—serious yet tender. Her breath hitched.

Slowly, he leaned in. A small, hesitant kiss. Yumi’s eyes fluttered closed, accepting him.

CHU

Then another.

CHUUUUU!

And another—soft, lingering, filled with quiet patience. Each kiss was unhurried, gentle, as if they were savoring the moment itself.

Gradually, they deepened—longer, more searching. Their lips parted, tongues hesitantly exploring, tasting. When they finally pulled away, a thin strand of warmth lingered between them before vanishing.

Yumi lay beneath him, her face flushed, breath coming in soft, uneven pants, her half-lidded eyes locked onto his. Iryoku gazed down at her, his expression intense.

Then, with a bold yet deliberate motion, he pulled the blanket away—revealing her fully beneath him. The soft silk of her nightgown clung to her curves, barely concealing anything, only enhancing her allure.

Yet she didn’t avert her gaze. She only watched him, waiting—for whatever came next.