Chapter 93: Suddenly a Perverted Masochist

Aibrune reacted instantly, tilting his head just enough to dodge Tina’s bullet. His face paled slightly, as if startled. Hey, she really fired the moment she said she would! Sure, a regular handgun without nullification rounds couldn’t kill a Bloodkin, but it still hurt like hell.

But—cute little Tina had a stubborn, tough side too. That adorable face paired with her sharp, decisive moves and iron will? Absolutely perfect!

Even if Tina was a sadist, Aibrune was more than happy to play the masochist right now. Though, he’d prefer if the “S” part didn’t involve getting shot.

Like, say, being disdainfully stepped on by Tina in black-and-white thigh-high socks. If he was lucky, maybe catch a glimpse of that mysterious skirt underside. Or have her hurl insults at him in a disgusted tone. Just thinking about it sent thrilling shivers down his spine!

The more emotionless the girl, the more her sadism excited him. Ah~ he wanted Tina to step on his junk in 17cm stilettos~! What an amazing play!

The ultimate nice guy had turned into a total pervert!

Bang!

While Aibrune’s mind derailed into fantasy, another sudden, vicious shot rang out. He dodged on pure reflex, narrowly avoiding it. Close! This one nearly hit—if he’d been a fraction slower, his head would’ve been blown clean through.

Tina clicked her tongue in frustration, swiftly reloading for another shot.

But her hand suddenly felt lighter. The gun was gone—snatched away by Aibrune. Left behind was a stunned girl sitting on the ground.

Aibrune’s speed was too much for her damaged state to track.

Tina looked up at him like a child whose candy had been taken, her eyes brimming with intense emotion. To Aibrune, though, it didn’t seem like a good kind of intensity. That… was probably hatred. Yeah, Tina looked pretty pissed.

“Even if you’re mad, no more shooting. Little kids shouldn’t play with dangerous toys. Confiscated.”

Click—Bang!

Useless. By the time Aibrune looked again, Tina had two more guns in her hands!

She was a walking armory, after all—endless weapons, all pulled from under her skirt.

Aibrune clutched his head, exasperated. How was he supposed to handle Tina properly like this? Right now, he was desperate to get her to a repair facility.

He looked down at her black-and-white thigh-high socks, now torn in several places. His heart ached. Sure, it made her look even sexier, but her legs were immobilized. That was heartbreaking.

Guess he’d have to take her back to the human Research Society first, even if it meant dragging her there by force.

Aibrune made up his mind. His feelings for Tina could wait—what mattered most was her condition.

“Let’s go. Since the Imaginary Space opened, I’ve been wandering the city and finally located the Research Society. I’m taking you back now.”

Without waiting for a reply, Aibrune scooped Tina up in a princess carry. Dodging her barrage of close-range attacks, he leaped into the air, soaring toward the Humanoid Weapon Research Society’s coordinates.

The three members of the Rose Squad saw their captain leave the church with Tina and immediately followed. A quick scan revealed no Exterminators nearby—Tina herself was the bigger threat.

“The instructor once said: when Tina is being held by a lolicon enemy, attempt to pierce the enemy’s groin with a lightsaber to punish them—”