162 Godslayer X Breaking Momobami's Fate
Ever since she could remember, no one had dared to speak to Momobami Kirari in such a tone.
For her whole life,
she was law, she was the heavens, she was the symbol of supreme authority.
And yet now, Hikigaya Hachiman, an utterly ordinary commoner by birth, was ordering her to kneel down here, in the dark backstage activity room.
He wanted her noble body to touch this cold, filthy floor.
"Didn't you hear me, or are you unwilling, Kirari?"
"Right now, you're not the head of the Momobami family, not the student council president, you're just my personal livestock, Hikigaya Hachiman's private pet~"
Hikigaya's words drifted lightly through the air, but to Kirari's ears, they became the final straw that shattered her rationality.
Her delicate body softened, and her knees touched the ground.
Without needing Hikigaya to pull on the leash, Momobami Kirari, adorned in her ornate clothes, knelt down just like that.
Because of the posture, her luxurious robes tightened, completely highlighting her alluring curves.
And to further express her willingness to submit, Kirari pressed her forehead against the back of her hand, raising her peach-like hips high, completely surrendering before Hikigaya Hachiman.
Looking at the scene before him,
Hikigaya Hachiman secretly let out a sigh of relief.
'It really... was the right gamble.'
'Momobami Kirari, this pleasure-seeking lunatic, would do anything within the framework of gambling. Or rather, gambling rules simply provide her an excuse to escape.'
'An escape from monotonous daily life, an escape from the dullness of standing atop the pinnacle of power.'
Yes, in Hikigaya Hachiman's vision, Kirari's world was one of profound boredom.
At the end of power, there was no one left to conquer, no one left to oppose.
It was like a lowly commoner sitting on the Dragon Throne, pressing the empress's noble head to the floor before it.
This absolute reversal of status — Kirari Momobami surely had never tasted such a flavor!
This was the greatest pleasure Hikigaya could offer her: breaking the monotony, shattering absolute power, dragging Momobami Kirari into the abyss of ecstasy.
Momobami Kirari knelt on the ground, her eyes filled with crazed madness. Gradually, tears welled up in her eyes.
The title of Momobami family head had given her everything—and stripped her of everything. When she accepted the token of clan leadership from her grandmother, all traces of normal human life were severed from her.
She would bear the all-penetrating will of the clan until the end of her life.
She still remembered, when she was young, lying on her grandmother's lap, hearing her say:
"Kirari, when you grow up, don't blame your grandmother for everything I did."
"Why would I blame you, grandmother?"
"Because I have stripped you of everything... Sitting in this position, you will be lonely. No one will stand beside you. In the end, you will realize you are utterly alone."
Momobami Kirari's life had been smooth sailing—her destiny predetermined from birth.
She did not shame the Momobami name, effortlessly suppressing the internal strife of the family after her grandmother's death, and casting her will as a dark shadow across every sector of society in Japan.
She had easily won everything.
The starting point of her life was the ending point Hikigaya Hachiman desperately wished to reach.
But her life, just as her grandmother predicted, consisted of nothing but power and victory.
On this long, lonely road, only her masked sister accompanied her.
Yet even her sister never dared to oppose her, nor speak to her as an equal.
At a certain moment, Kirari grew tired, weary.
Hyakkaou Academy was her crafted safe harbor, her Eden.
The gambling system—
It was the sword she offered to any godslayer who had the courage and will.
Like the end of a fairy tale, the evil god who had grown weary of life waited for a hero to appear, sword in hand, to finally end her existence.
But unfortunately,
no one had succeeded.
Those with courage were brainless brutes; those with brains lacked the courage to confront her.
In the two years before meeting Hikigaya Hachiman, the closest to slaying her had been Mibuomi Aoi.
He had both courage and brains—but he was still far from enough.
Until now, Kirari had regarded Hikigaya Hachiman merely as a toy that could amuse her.
A cute but naïve ambition, struggling desperately to reach what she had already grown bored of.
While he always managed to bring her some fresh joy, it had been no more than that.
Her plan had been simple: After wringing everything out of Hikigaya, let him proudly climb the stairway to godhood and challenge her — then crush him utterly, making him her personal pet to be toyed with at will.
But now —
Hikigaya Hachiman had given her a completely different kind of pleasure.
For the first time, she felt humiliation, felt what it was to kneel;
the twisted, self-destructive desires hidden deep inside her had been completely awakened.
Momobami Kirari was ecstatically excited.
For this one time, she truly acknowledged Hikigaya Hachiman—
acknowledged him as the hero capable of slaying a god.
'Grandmother~ your prophecy has been broken~'
'Fate—can be broken.'
'This man before me—is the one who can shatter fate!'
She lifted her tear-filled eyes, gazing at Hikigaya illuminated by the dim lights. His face looked deep and shadowed, taking on the most ideal form in Kirari's heart.
"Goodness, just having the president kneel, and you're already this excited?"
Seeing his plan succeed,
Hikigaya Hachiman's mindset subtly shifted as well.
Since the bolder he acted, the more benefits he gained... then he needed to be even bolder.
He reached out his fingers and slid them along Kirari's soft, smooth chin, gently lifting her flawless, lovely face to look up at him.
"So beautiful~ President."
"Open your mouth."
Hearing this, Momobami Kirari opened her mouth without hesitation, letting Hikigaya brazenly admire the scenery within.
Pink softness, sweet and sticky warmth, breaths like flowing mist and fireworks—
everything provoked Hikigaya Hachiman's nerves.
An overwhelming beauty, a peerless mortal charm.
Momentarily dazed, Hikigaya quickly tore his gaze away from the rosy sight.
Without a trace of mercy, he pinched Kirari's little fragrant tongue between his thumb and forefinger.
Rubbing it quietly, savoring its softness, Hikigaya played with a mischievous expression.
"That day, you had so much fun playing with me using your toes, didn't you?"
"Now—
It's time for me to get my revenge~"