episode_0147

“But… Maria, why are your hands like this?”

I held Maria’s hand for help. But at that moment, I felt a different sensation than usual.

“Huh?”

“Yes?”

“Here, knuckle part. Is there something white on it? Is it concrete?”

It’s a little rough. It’s not like the back of my hand or the palm of my hand, but when I make a fist and hit something, the part that touches something is a little rougher than usual.

I’ve seen cases like this often. However, it’s not something that Maria would see.

“Ah… Is this it?”

Maria covered her right hand with her left hand as if she were embarrassed. Taking your hand away from me. However, her left hand, which decorated the outside, was also stained white, similar to her right hand.

“Oh, it’s nothing… Don’t worry about it.”

“Maria.”

“Yes, yes?”

“You hit the wall, right?”

“… !”

“You can’t fool my eyes. How many times have I seen fists like that?”

Maria closed her mouth and opened her eyes. It is the exact opposite of what the sun looked like to me just now.

“Aren’t your fists itching?”

“Oh, no… ! I just… .”

“You can see it just right. The fist cries out to hit something, but it can’t possibly hit a person. So you hit the wall? Last night in the dormitory?”

“Wow… !”

“Ahaha, Maria’s inner thoughts are written in her eyes. ‘How did you know!?’ ”

The old maid Maria is trustworthy. It has a profound taste and is reassuring as if it will guide me when I’m with it. It’s funny when they sometimes show jealousy toward out-of-town females.

But the girl Maria is fresh. In other words, it’s good for me to hold and shake. So cute.

“But what if you hit the wall with your bare hands? It could be damaged.”

“You have divine power.”

“Is that so? Anyway, Maria, it hurts my pride when you hit the wall. My heart hurts.”

“Evans, your heart is hurting? Why?”

“Why! You’ve been pushed back! I’m not hitting the wall because it’s easier to hit than my stomach!”

He even went so far as to let go of his stomach when he was hit by Maria on purpose! I’m afraid Maria’s hands will hurt if she tightens her abs too hard!

I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I care so much about Maria, but she actually criticizes me because she likes the wall better than me!

“Oh, no! That’s what Evans just said! It’s not because I don’t like Mr. Evans, it’s because I feel burdened by hitting people… !”

I’m not a person! They’re demons!

… If you tell me this honestly, you will be expelled from the academy.

I adjusted the direction of the conversation by seasoning it appropriately.

“Maria, is that important now? I told you to only hit me in the stomach! The only one who can be beaten by Maria is me!”

“Yes, yes, yes? What do you mean by that?”

“That’s what they say! I taught Maria how to punch, but if you use it on someone for nothing! Actually, I turned away from the person who taught me!”

“etc., you are ignoring me! I have never neglected Mr. Evans for even a moment!”

“But I felt that way!”

Of course, what you just said is nonsense. Just before that, I felt warm hospitality toward Maria, but there was no way I could have had such thoughts.

But sometimes illusions turn into truth. I hope so.

“Ugh… Are you really upset? .”

“Maria, I’ve been telling you this for a long time. I really want to be beaten by Maria?”

I want to see Maria punch. I want to create a scene where a saint is beating a person.

That dream will probably never go away. Because it is such a stimulating desire for me.

“Why are you hitting the wrong wall? Here I am.”

“But… .”

“Well, if Maria is hesitant, I have no intention of forcing her. But now your fists are itching. You want to hit me? So I hit the wall.”

“Ugh… .”

“If Maria keeps not hitting me like that and hits other weird things, I’ll be really upset.”

This is coercion, not coercion.

What I mean is, the language I’m whispering right now is definitely a request. However, it is all a calculated area.

Maria is deep inside. She is good at understanding other people’s feelings, and is also good at empathizing with their feelings.

That is an advantage in human relationships. However, for someone named Maria, it can be a disadvantage if it works incorrectly.

This is because Maria is very considerate. She has a warm heart and cannot ignore the inconvenience caused to others.

“Well, you can’t do that… Umm… .”

“So, what are you going to do? Are you going to leave me feeling sad like this?”

“… Really, Mr. Evans, do you really like me hitting you? You’re not saying that to ease my mind, are you?”

“My mouth hurts after speaking twice. How many times are you going to make me say the same thing?”

“Ah, okay… Sigh… .”

If I were in Maria’s situation.

I wouldn’t have been dragged around so obediently.

That is why Maria and I are fundamentally different.

“I… I won’t hit anyone else, I’ll just hit Mr. Evans. That will do… ?”

“Of course! Maria, thank you so much! It must have been a difficult decision!”

“Ugh… ! Do you really want to be hit? It’s not a lie!?”

“Sounds obvious!”

I was so happy for a moment that I tried to take my clothes off, but I quickly suppressed my excitement. I’m thinking about the bruises on my stomach right now.

The good news is that this is a park full of trees, so there is no one around. If there had been someone, Maria would have been conscious of their gaze.

“Okay, Maria! Let’s hit it right now!”

“Yes? J-right now?”

“Are you really trying to postpone it again? We have to go decide on a club later, right?”

“Ugh… ! all right. Instead, don’t make too much of a fuss! People might flock in!”

Hehehe, he laughs. Maria’s face turned red as if she was embarrassed.

“Mud… crazy person… Stupid female… .”

Aru, who was watching, gave a pitiful evaluation toward Maria and me. Normally, I would have scolded you for saying that, but now I can forgive you with great generosity.

Then what! Maria finally decided to hit me!

It’s annoying that I can’t take my shirt off because of the bruises. If possible, I would like to feel Maria’s fist with the vivid sensation of my bare skin. Next time I see Stella, I’ll have to shower her with a bunch of curse words.

“Ugh… Is it really okay to hit you? But you’re still human… .”

“Come on!”

“Again, don’t rush me! I’ll beat you up skillfully!”

I just roughly take my outer clothes and roll them up. As I waited, embracing my pounding heart, Maria threw out a sloppy fist.

puck-.

It’s a girl’s fist that doesn’t contain any divine power or anything. If I hadn’t intentionally put pressure on my abdomen to make it soft, it wouldn’t have gotten stuck inside. In fact, you may have injured your wrist.

Of course it doesn’t hurt. Even if it’s full of bruises.

No, it hurts, but it’s not real pain. Should I say it’s a pleasant pain? The exhilarating desire to be beaten more spreads throughout my body.

“Ha, ha… .”

“Why, why are you like that? Are you really sick? As expected, stop immediately… .”

“It’s not like that. So don’t feel pressured and keep going.”

Maria seemed to hesitate, but continued punching as if she didn’t dislike the feeling of hitting a human body. A series of weak fists flew out and landed in my abdomen. It’s a cute pain.

As expected, Maria is the best. Even though I am not a masochist, being beaten like this makes me feel pleasure.

I feel like I want to lick that fist, but Maria won’t like it, right? I’ll have to ask the Saint of the Night later. Because she listens to anything.

“Ugh… !”

“Ha, ha… Kick.”

“Why do you keep making strange moaning noises? .”

“Because it feels good.”

“Mr. Evans… He’s a really nice person, but he’s also a strange person. The best person I’ve ever met.”

Haha, really?

If Maria wants such a strange person, I’ll give it to her. Because Maria is a special human being.

Puck, puck, puck, puck.

The fist noise continued for quite a long time. I also enjoyed a creepy feeling for a long time.

*****

‘Really… It’s such a blatant lie. Mr. Evans.’

A noble girl from the Holy Church is currently engaging in unbecoming violence.

Carefully hiding my guilt and discomfort.

‘Is there anyone who feels pleasure while being beaten by the world? I heard that kind of thing is mental illness. Of course, what Mr. Evans said… That would be a lie.’

The girl is hitting with as much force as possible in her fist. A boy’s soft abdomen covered by his school uniform shirt.

‘You even endured pain for me and became the one who beat me with your own hands…’ . ‘I’ve only rarely met someone this good, even in the church.’

“Ha, ha… Kick!”

‘Of course those moaning sounds are made because of pain. I can see that you are forcing yourself to endure the pain. Even the veins are red.’

In fact, the boy was moaning because it felt really good.

A girl who did not know the strangeness of the world did not know such unimaginable behind-the-scenes circumstances.