Hazuki suddenly smirked, arms crossed, the fury replaced with something far more dangerous:
Payback mode.
He turned his gaze upward toward the now-floating-again Ridan.
"Oho~?"
He grinned.
"You said that awfully confidently just now, Ridan."
Ridan paused mid-air.
"Um—"
Hazuki leaned in, smugness radiating like a second aura.
"You were very specific, you know? Smooth skin… soft round butt… glistening eyes looking back…"
His voice rose, mocking.
"'Be gentle with me, onii-chan~'—I mean, wow, Ridan~ sounds real personal."
Ridan floated back defensively. "W-Wait a second—"
Hazuki grinned wider.
"OHHHH~!!! YOU TASTED IT!! DIDN'T YOU!? A THOUSAND YEARS AGO!?"
"NOOOO I DID NOT!!" Ridan's voice cracked.
"Then how do you know how they feel~? Huh~? Heeeeeeee~"
Hazuki poked the air with his finger, like taunting a ghost puppy.
Ridan swirled frantically.
"IT'S CALLED RESEARCH!! I READ A LOT!!"
"Sure, sure~ Ridan the Buttologist~"
"YOU TAKE THAT BACK!!"
