Chapter 130: Yes, I'm a Pervert. Sorry About That!
Bumper cars…
They were actually pretty fun!
That was Miura Yumiko's honest opinion after getting into a two-person bumper car.
She had never particularly liked this type of attraction before.
However, every time one of the colorful cars collided with theirs, the vehicle shook, her heart jumped, and she naturally leaned against Luke's shoulder.
"Ah! Hina actually dared to hit us! Hurry, chase her down and ram her!"
Yumiko excitedly directed him, pointing toward the car occupied by Yuigahama Yui and Ebina Hina.
"Okay."
Luke brushed Yumiko's blonde hair away from his nose, turned the car around, and stopped attacking Saika and Hachiman's vehicle.
"Boar Rush! Boar Rush!"
"Run! Ah—Hina, hurry!"
Seeing the bumper car charging toward them, Yui panicked and grabbed Hina's arm.
Luke grinned at Yui's frantic reaction and continued his assault.
"Boar—"
Smack!
"Stop saying that!"
Yumiko struck him speechlessly.
What kind of awful-sounding skill was Boar Rush?
The hit to his shoulder reminded Luke of something. He slowed his attack and looked at the loudly panicking Yui.
"By the way, Yumiko, have you encountered anything supernatural recently?"
"Mm, nothing since that incident. Though I still get a little scared whenever I remember it at night."
Yumiko pouted as she answered quietly.
After undergoing the shrine priestess's ritual, she had almost completely returned to an ordinary life and had not seen anything involving evil spirits again.
However…
Looking back now, it did not seem quite as terrifying as before.
"Why are you asking? Am I going to start seeing evil spirits again?"
Yumiko tugged Luke's arm, trying to pull him away from the driver's position.
"Move. Let me punish Hina! How dare she challenge me!"
"That's not it…"
Luke shifted aside.
Yumiko impatiently took control, moving partly into his space before stepping on the accelerator.
Modern shampoo and conditioner came in every imaginable fragrance.
As the bumper car moved, her blonde hair fluttered in the wind, carrying a fresh citrus scent that matched its color.
Luke reached into the small bag they had brought into the car and took out the substitute doll he had sewn.
Making one was no different from making several, so he had prepared an extra one for Yumiko as a precaution.
"This is a substitute doll."
Luke placed the rabbit-shaped plush beside her.
Yumiko slowed the car and looked toward him.
"It won't help against a persistent curse that clings to you wherever you go."
"However, if an ordinary evil spirit crosses into reality, throwing this away can save your life."
"After all, I can't always remain beside you."
Hearing his explanation, Yumiko nodded softly but pressed her lips together without saying anything.
"Hm? What's wrong?"
Luke looked at her curiously.
"Hey... watch your hand, idiot," Yumiko whispered, her cheeks flushing slightly.
"Oh."
He realized his hand had landed on her fair thigh while he was placing the doll. No wonder her face was so red.
Yumiko felt a tingling sensation where his hand pressed against her skin. She leaned forward, pressing her upper body lower in the car.
'I'm confident in my legs,' she thought, but this is hardly the right time or place to show it off!
"You... you can touch them again next time," Yumiko stammered, "Just let go first. We'll get in trouble if someone sees."
"You'd better tell me when 'next time' is," Luke said, his fingers tapping her leg like he was playing a piano.
"You've spent all your time hanging out with that idiot Yuihama and that fujoshi Ebina over the break."
Japanese school uniforms were designed for this—knee-length skirts that showcased a girl's long, slender legs. Especially in the sweltering summer, girls wore almost no other accessories, leaving their fair skin fully exposed.
Yumiko quickly retorted, "Am I not here with you at the amusement park? I was actually planning to seriously look into my career options..."
Luke knew her personality all too well. She was the type to cram the night before an exam and not study a second sooner. The idea of her seriously considering her future at the start of their second year of high school?
He didn't buy it for a second.
Besides...
"Your career? Don't worry about that stuff. I'll support you!" Luke said hurriedly.
"Huh?! You'll support me?" Yumiko's outburst was sudden and explosive.
"Of course. I've worked myself half to death exterminating most of Chiba's spirits. Naturally, I've saved some money." Luke said, shooting her a suspicious glance.
"Were you planning on just using me for relationship practice with no intention of a future together? Isn't that just taking advantage of me? How cruel."
"What kind of weird thing is that to say? I would never—" Yumiko stammered, awkwardly digging her fingers into her blonde hair and scratching it.
CRASH!
Their bumper car slammed straight into the outer railing of the track.
"Hmph... Fine, you can touch them!" Yumiko said, her face flushed crimson and her voice defeated.
"Never mind. I don't want to anymore."
"You—!"
Yumiko Miura, who had been blushing from his simple "I'll support you" sweet talk, instantly reverted to her usual self. Glaring at Luke for suddenly giving up, she defiantly draped her fair thigh—a stark contrast to her black skirt—over his lap, her intentions crystal clear.
"Touch me!"
She was practically begging him to place his mischievous hand on her leg.
"You're delivering yourself right to me," he muttered, unhesitatingly reaching out to stroke her thigh again.
"You're a pervert, aren't you? Touching every beautiful leg you see."
"Eh?"
Faced with Yumiko's shameless reversal of blame, Luke did not dislike her petty attitude.
He played along and muttered, "Yes, I'm a pervert. Sorry about that."
Yumiko displayed an expression that said, 'Just as I expected,' then lowered her voice.
"So if a girl with beautiful legs offered to let you touch them, would you do it?"
"For example… that Yukinoshita from your club. Her legs are slender, straight, and long."
Luke's back stiffened.
He raised his head and met Yumiko's falcon-like gaze.
"I swear to heaven, I haven't laid even one finger on that girl."
Luke hurriedly defended himself, then suddenly changed direction.
"Don't tell me you're jealous of even that?"
"I-I'm not, idiot!"
Yumiko's face grew even redder.
Flustered and angry, she pushed him away and turned her gaze aside.
"Honestly, I'm done with you."
Luke watched Miura Yumiko climb out of the car with considerable regret.
"I should have chosen the Ferris wheel."
A Ferris wheel offered a private, enclosed cabin in the sky. Escaping through the door would mean falling from a great height, so she would have nowhere to run when she became embarrassed.
Honestly…
Bumper cars still had plenty of room for improvement.
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