Chapter 287: Gabriel Is Unhappy
The cool night breeze drifted in through the window, carrying a refreshing chill that made the lazy angel shiver. The curtains swayed softly as moonlight spilled into the room, highlighting the small, messy desk where the monitor glowed faintly. The hum of the computer fan mixed with the chirping of crickets outside. Gabriel pulled her knees up onto the chair and huddled closer to Kouya, instinctively seeking warmth.
Then, puffing up her cheeks, she jabbed a finger toward the screen where a player's avatar was dancing obnoxiously under the tower and shouted, voice trembling with indignation:
"It's that guy! He kept mocking me for being bad! Hurry up and kill him for me!"
'You are bad at the game—that's just a fact, and you don't let others mock you for it? Classic.'
Right on cue, the opponent typed in public chat: "Noob, still daring to show your face? I'll kill you every time you come out!"
Kouya's brows drew together slightly.
Sure, this useless angel was, in fact, terrible, but it still wasn't that guy's place to teach her manners.
"I got it. Leave it to me," Kouya said calmly.
Then began a long, tedious laning phase, filled with nothing but last-hitting minions and dodging skill shots. The only sound in the room was the rhythmic clicking of mouse and keyboard.
"Quick, quick, quick! He misstepped—go kill him!" Gabriel urged, leaning forward with a mix of panic and excitement.
'Misstep, my ass. He's clearly baiting you, calling his jungler to gank. If I rush out now, I'll be turned into mince. Your teammates already gave up, you fool.'
Gabriel clenched her tiny fists, eyes sparkling with battle lust. "Come on! What are you so scared of? Don't be a coward—just fight!"
'So that's why you keep feeding and making the enemy godlike.'
The gear gap was enormous. Even if the enemy stood still and let her hit, she couldn't bring him down. The only smart choice was to play safe, farm quietly, and bide their time for revenge. But that word—"patience"—didn't exist in Gabriel's dictionary.
Kouya sighed. His head throbbed. This useless angel played like a silver-tier rookie but strutted like a grandmaster. Worse, she never stopped shouting commands from behind, disrupting every bit of concentration he had.
So he exhaled softly and said, "I'm thirsty. Go make me some tea."
"What? You dare boss me around?" Gabriel's golden eyes widened in disbelief.
"Going or not?" Kouya gave her a sidelong look.
"Bastard! Just you wait!" she huffed, practically vibrating with rage.
She wanted nothing more than to deck him on the spot, but since she still needed his help, she clenched her teeth and muttered, "I-I don't have any tea…"
"Then get me a glass of hot water."
"No hot water either…"
Kouya raised a brow. "You didn't even boil any?"
The lazy angel lifted her little chin, face deadly serious as she declared, "When gaming, full concentration is required. It's a basic skill for every true player."
'Full concentration, my ass. Why not forget to eat too—oh wait, you actually did. If I hadn't called you, you'd probably have played until you passed out.'
'Such dedication... too much dedication. Someday they'll write about you in history—Gabriel, who gamed herself to death.'
"Want tap water then?" Gabriel asked, cheeks puffed.
Technically, Japanese tap water was safe—most people drank it directly—but Kouya didn't like the faint bleach taste.
He thought for a moment. "Go to my room and grab a drink."
Gabriel's cheeks puffed up even more. She balled her fists, glaring fiercely. "Hey! You're pushing it!"
While she was talking, Kouya smirked, seized the moment, and ambushed Gabriel's in-game enemy, killing him instantly. Then he said coolly, "The key's in my pocket. Go get it."
"…"
"Damn it! I'll let it slide this time!"
Seeing the trash-talker fall dead, Gabriel's foul mood instantly lifted. Her anger toward Kouya lessened by half. She shot him a fierce glare, snatched the key from his pocket, and stomped toward the door.
A few minutes later, she came bouncing back, holding two cold bottles in her arms. Her long hair fluttered behind her as she huffed and placed one—iced tea—in front of him. "Here."
Kouya didn't take it. "Open the cap for me."
"What? You can't even open it yourself? What are you, in elementary school?" she nearly exploded.
But Kouya tilted his head lazily. "Do you still want me to keep killing him or not?"
"...You bastard!!!"
Her whole body trembled with anger. She really wanted to punch him—but that damned trash-talker in the game still needed to die.
After all, Kouya was right next door—she could punch him later. But her in-game enemy might vanish forever once the match ended.
So, cheeks puffed and eyes blazing, she twisted open the cap and thrust it toward him. "Here!"
Kouya smiled faintly. "Feed me."
"…You what?"
That was it. She snapped. "You bastard! I'll bite you to death—!"
Just then, a new line appeared in chat: "Hey, you cheating or what? How's a noob like you suddenly playing so well?"
The guy Kouya had killed several times was losing it—especially after being defeated by the same girl he mocked.
Gabriel froze, then her eyes filled with fire. "He still dares to mock me?!"
"If I don't make him question life itself, I'm not Gabriel!"
The angel's golden brows arched sharply. "Fine! I'll feed you, just keep killing him!"
"Alright," Kouya said simply.
She sat cross-legged beside him, bottle in hand, glaring murderously. "Open your mouth!"
Kouya obeyed.
Gabriel had clearly never fed anyone before. Her movements were clumsy, awkward; the plastic rim of the bottle bumped against Kouya's lips.
"Gentler," Kouya said with a raised brow.
It didn't hurt—but teasing her like this was unexpectedly fun. He knew this was probably the only time she wouldn't hit him.
"Quit whining. I got it." Gabriel glared but her touch softened. She tilted the bottle carefully, and the drink flowed into his mouth in slow, uneven gulps.
Kouya swallowed, then nodded approvingly. "Tastes good."
"You—" she clenched her teeth again, veins popping at her temple. She wanted to yell, but when Kouya turned back to the game, she just pouted and seethed.
'Yesterday, when this bastard kissed me out of nowhere, he said the same thing—tastes good. And now again. He's definitely doing it on purpose.'
'If it weren't for that jerk who mocked me, I'd make you regret existing right now.'
'No one mocks my gameplay and gets away with it.'
...
After finishing the drink, Kouya kept his word. His fingers danced over the keyboard like a blur, and the enemy couldn't even step out of base. Gabriel leaned in close, watching his every move, eyes shining with excitement.
At first, the guy kept typing trash. Then he fell silent. Then came the doubt. And finally, resignation. He typed one last desperate line:
"My bad. Shouldn't have talked trash. Please, almighty opponent, spare me!"
"Heh, begging already? Too late!" Gabriel declared proudly, puffing out her chest as if she had done all the work.
Then she leaned forward and typed furiously: "You pissed me off! I was just playing with my feet earlier!"
"…" Kouya glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.
She smelled amazing.
A faint fragrance of shampoo and body wash clung to her, mingling with her own natural sweetness. Her long golden hair cascaded over her shoulders, brushing against Kouya's arm, soft and ticklish. Each strand shimmered faintly under the monitor's glow.
Because she leaned forward to type, the loose collar of her shirt dipped slightly, revealing her slender neck and a flash of pale collarbone. It reminded Kouya of that night when he pinned her against the wall—when she wasn't wearing a bra.
His eyes drifted downward.
Her waist was impossibly slim—soft yet tense, so delicate it could fit in one hand. Her shirt hung loosely over her curves, the hem lifting as she leaned closer.
And Kouya confirmed two things.
First, this useless angel really couldn't be bothered to wear shorts.
Second, today she was wearing pink teddy bear panties.
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