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Chapter 398: Please Don’t Hit Me Mika!

Mika stood there, trying to figure out where Astrid could possibly be.

But it didn’t take him long.

The Anti-Demi-Human Alliance office.

Of course she would go there.

It stood at the edge of the academy grounds, a massive, imposing structure that looked more like a government facility than a simple student club headquarters.

Unlike other organizations at the academy, which made do with small rooms in shared buildings or perhaps a modest hall if they were lucky, the Alliance had an entire building to themselves.

They were, after all, a proper organization. Officially sanctioned. Well-funded. Politically connected.

The building itself was impressive—imposing, modern, with dark glass windows that gave it a professional look.

But what really caught Mika’s attention as he approached was the training ground in front of it.

He stopped and looked at the expansive field, complete with obstacle courses, combat rings, and various training equipment scattered about.

And despite the late hour, despite the emptiness of the rest of the campus, he could almost feel the echoes of what happened here during the day.

He shook his head in pity.

Astrid, as the commander of the organisation, ran a brutal training regimen.

Even though her actual job was more about investigation and capture rather than frontline combat, she trained her people like they were going to war.

Like every mission was a life-or-death struggle.

The results?

Ninety percent of people who signed up for positions under Astrid’s leadership ended up quitting.

Crying.

Some even suffered actual trauma from how hard she pushed them.

Mika could almost see it—the blood, sweat, and tears soaked into the ground of that training field.

He could almost hear the screams of exhaustion, the sobs of frustration, the thud of bodies hitting the mats over and over again.

He sighed and turned toward the building.

The main entrance was locked. The building was completely closed at this hour, dark and empty.

But Mika had a pass that Astrid had given it to him.

He swiped it against the reader.

Click.

The door opened and he stepped inside.

The interior was exactly what one would expect in a government office.

Rows of desks with computers. Meeting rooms with whiteboards covered in strategic plans. A small cafeteria area.

Everything a proper organization needed.

And it was completely empty.

No one at the desks. No one in the meeting rooms. No one in the cafeteria.

Strange.

Even though the academy itself had shut down for the night, Alliance members didn’t have the same restrictions.

They could come and go as they pleased, working on cases, analyzing data, planning operations.

Usually, even at this hour, there would be at least a few people here—night owls, dedicated workers, people avoiding their dormitories for one reason or another.

But tonight?

Nothing.

Not a single soul.

Mika’s brow furrowed.

’Had Astrid dismissed everyone? Told them to stay away? Or had they all sensed her mood and decided to give her space?’

Either way, he was alone as he headed for the stairs.

Up he went, floor after floor, until he reached the top level—the executive floor, where Astrid’s personal office was located.

He walked down the hallway, his footsteps soft against the carpeted floor.

The building was so quiet he could hear his own breathing.

So quiet that—

He heard a sound.

Mika stopped.

It was coming from Astrid’s office. Faint, but unmistakable.

A voice.

Astrid’s voice.

And...she was screaming?!

"No! Don’t hit me! Stop it! Please don’t hit me!"

Mika’s blood ran cold.

"It hurts! It hurts! Stop! I beg of you! Just stop hitting me!"

The words were panicked. Pained. Like she was suffering. Like she was being attacked.

Mika’s heart stopped for a second, then slammed back to life at double speed.

Someone was hurting her.

The thought ignited something primal in his chest.

A surge of protectiveness so fierce it almost choked him. His face went dark. His eyes turned cold and deadly. His hands clenched into fists.

Who? Who would dare?

Who could possibly—Astrid was one of the strongest people in the academy.

A Triple-S-Class Blessed. Hurting her should be impossible.

But the screams continued.

"Stop it! Please! No! Don’t do it! Stop! You can’t hit me! Stop it! No!"

Mika didn’t wait any longer.

He ran.

He sprinted down the hallway, his footsteps pounding against the carpet, his breath coming in short, furious bursts.

More screams. More pleas. Each one made him faster. Each one made him angrier.

He reached her office door and slammed his pass against the reader.

It beeped. The lock clicked.

He shoved the door open with enough force to send it crashing against the wall.

And he burst inside, ready to kill.

Ready to tear apart whoever was hurting her.

Ready to—

Mika froze.

His jaw dropped.

His eyes went wide.

All the murderous rage, all the protective fury, all the dark intent drained out of him in an instant, replaced by the most profound, soul-deep confusion he had ever experienced.

Because Astrid wasn’t being attacked.

Not by another person, anyway.

She was sitting on the floor in the middle of her office, on a plush carpet in front of her desk, in what appeared to be a deliberately comfortable position.

Her back was against a pile of cushions. Her legs were crossed. Her hair was slightly disheveled.

And she was currently being beaten.

Repeatedly.

But not by a person...

...but by her own tail.

One of her seven tails—the fourth one, the sensitive one—was flashing at her face over and over, smacking her left cheek, then her right, then her forehead, then her nose.

And with each smack, Astrid flinched and cried out.

"No! No! Stop! You can’t beat your big sister like that!"

Mika blinked.

What.

The tail smacked her again.

"Ow! Stop! Please! Have mercy!"

Another smack.

"How could you! I’m your sister! You have to respect me!"

Smack.

"NOOOO!"

But that wasn’t the strangest part.

No, the strangest part—the part that made Mika’s brain freeze—was what was covering that tail.

A pillowcase.

A long, body-pillow-sized pillowcase, wrapped completely around the tail, transforming it into something that looked like an elongated plush toy.

And on that pillowcase was an image.

An image of Mika.

A full-sized, life-like image of Mika, printed on the fabric, wrapped around the tail so that his face was prominently displayed.

And that face?

It was angry.

Really, really angry.

His printed eyes were dark and furious. His printed brows were furrowed in displeasure. His printed mouth was set in a hard, unforgiving line.

It was the face of someone who was absolutely livid—the kind of face Mika made when someone had truly, deeply crossed him.

And Astrid was using this tail—this Mika-pillow-tail to beat herself up while acting out some kind of bizarre roleplay scenario.

"Please, Mika! Please forgive me!"

She wailed at the tail, clutching her cheek where it had just smacked her.

"I know I was stubborn! I know I was prideful! I know I shouldn’t have flown away! But you don’t have to hit me! You don’t have to abuse me!"

The tail paused for a moment, almost as if it was considering her words.

Then—SMACK—it hit her again, even harder.

Astrid tumbled sideways, dramatically flopping onto the carpet with her hand pressed to her cheek.

"How could you, Mika!" She cried, her voice trembling with theatrical anguish. "How could you hit me like that! Do you have no pity for me at all?!"

"Do you have no pity for your big sister?!"

The tail straightened up behind her, standing tall and proud, looking for all the world like it was gloating.

Astrid whimpered.

"Waaah...Mika is so mean...Mika hates me...Mika doesn’t love his big sister anymore..."

Meanwhile, Mika stood in the doorway.

His mouth was open.

His eyes were big as eggs.

His mind was completely, utterly, absolutely offline.

He couldn’t process what he was seeing.

He couldn’t reconcile the image of the terrifying, cold Astrid—who had killed a man earlier that day—even if he’d been revived with this...

This...

What even was this?

She was sitting on the floor, beating herself with a pillowcase that had his angry face on it, and acting out some kind of weird guilt-ridden fantasy where he was abusing her for being stubborn.

It was insane.

It was absurd.

It was—

Actually, it was kind of sad?

But just as Mika was already feeling dizzy and thought that he desperately needed to sit down before his brain completely gave out, things got even more crazier.

Because he realized something.

It wasn’t just one tail covered in a body pillow.

It was all seven.

Every single one of Astrid’s magnificent, fluffy, elemental tails was wrapped in a custom pillowcase featuring his face.

And each and every single one of them had a completely different expression printed on it.

The angry one he’d already seen—dark eyes, furious brow, menacing scowl.

But the others?

There was one with Mika looking like a prince—fancy clothes, majestic pose, hand on his hip like he’d just stepped out of a fairy tale.

Another with Mika looking tragically heartbroken—tears in his eyes, lower lip trembling, the very picture of romantic devastation.

Another with Mika smiling gently—warm, loving, affectionate, the kind of smile that made hearts flutter.

And the others were equally varied: dominant Mika, shy Mika, protective Mika, and—most disturbingly—one with Mika surrounded by all of her sisters including Charlotte and Anya, his arms around them like some kind of harem protagonist.

Mika’s jaw dropped even further.

What. The. Actual. Hell.