The One Hundred Fifty-First: Ai’s dokidoki
Ai Aida felt shy for good reason; while Cure Heart’s outfit perfectly covered the girl’s figure, showing off a graceful beauty without any lewd elements, the pink sleeves were separate from the shoulder part.
In other words, her outfit exposes her armpit similar to a certain red and white shrine maiden.
Normally, in battle, she’d never find it problematic, but now, being stared at so closely by a male, Ai couldn’t help feeling shy even if she had an active mind.
Though she knew Ash was not implying anything else, it still was…embarrassing!
She pulled back her feather-like shawl and looked beyond the smooth, hairless armpits gleaming with warmth, as Ash focused on the bruised flesh on her shoulders.
After the powerful self-healing effects from transforming into a Pretty Cure, the frightening wound that had been pierced by sharp teeth now formed a scab, leaving just a noticeable ring of blood around it.
But this didn’t mean Ai was fine. Even when Ash touched the surrounding area, her shoulder would tremble slightly.
“It hurts, doesn’t it? How could you just let them bite you like that?” Ash remarked, giving a harsh glance at Mallo, who was lying on the ground, head down.
“Sorry…”
“I forgive Mallo; it’s fine.” Ai shook her head lightly, indifferent. “If this makes Mallo understand me better, I’m satisfied.”
“You always make things complicated.”
But that’s exactly why you shine the brightest.
“Can I put my arms down now? It’s a bit…”
Even though she wouldn’t normally mind this, it felt as if someone viewed her naked…No, no more thinking about that!
“Hold still.”
Ash gathered some pollen from Qijiera in his inventory and mixed it with some of the other special pills he made. This substance could keep biological activity intact, and used skillfully, it could even preserve human brain function indefinitely. After special adjustments, treating wounds and stopping bleeding became trivial matters.
When Ash sprinkled the powder on the wound, a slight groan escaped the blonde girl’s lips. The others near her immediately gathered around.
“Mana, does it hurt a lot?”
“Not really, but this stuff feels cool, but hot when you touch it…and there’s a strange sensation.” There was no pain, instead, a conflicting feeling coursed through her body, making her face flush from the concern of others.
“This pollen can be paralyzing and cause hallucinations if inhaled.” Ash explained to the crowd. “However, when used externally, there are no negative side effects, and it actually keeps cells active, making people look younger.”
“But it still has some effect. It’s not a big deal; you’ll manage.”
“I’m okay, continue—uh…”
Is Ai really fine as she says? In reality, the pollen mixing with her body’s pure energy creates a healing dream-like state, causing the wound to heal warmly without pain, and an indescribable comfort travels through her nerves.
The sensation of heartbeats quickening and blood rushing called redness to spread across her cheeks. With Ash’s massaging to facilitate absorption, the comfort grows stronger.
Itching, so itchy, feeling as if her body is about to fly away… No, hold it in!
Dazed, Ai remained upright only because Ash held her shoulder. She bit her lip to endure the pleasant sensation while a wave of shame from deep within surged, almost making her wish to disappear instantly.
“Are you okay? Mana, your shoulder is trembling.”
“… ” Ai couldn’t manage any words, only turning her flushed face aside to force a weak smile.
“? ” Ash blinked and continued pressing his thumb.
Ai clenched her fists, then let them go limp, her legs straightened, her breathing accelerating unconsciously.
Embarrassment wasn’t limited to Ai; the scene before the girls was unsettling. Ash kneaded under the sweaty armpits of the girls, continuously sprinkling red dust on their shoulders. This continued until golden-haired Mana’s eyes turned dreamy, and healthy blush spread from her cheeks to her ears, as if she had just completed a physical test, though she sat quietly on a train with no movement.
Although she tried not to think about it, the scene was rather mature. Around the girls, all faces flushed red, scratching themselves uncomfortably.
“It’s… it’s looking pretty bad…”
“Shhh – Makoto, act like you know nothing. Let’s calm everyone else down,” Arisu attempted to soothe the others despite her own awkwardness.
“Gav!” Mallo, who was lying on the ground, confusedly barked.
Aren’t they happy that Mana’s wound is healed? Why do the others have such odd expressions?
“…”
“Why’re you looking at me?” Noticing the gaze, Ash turned and saw Belulu staring at him from the chair with a peculiar stare that confused him.
“You need to take responsibility for Mana.”
“?”
What was that about?
“Can we finish it now?”
By the time Ash wrapped up the dressing and Ai, whose voice had dropped several levels, seemed out of it, he feared whether he administered the wrong medication and checked it again.
“Yes, it’s done.”
Relieved, Ai noticed him pulling out a syringe and immediately snapped back to reality, sweat streaming down her back.
“But you said it’s finished already?!”
“It means the wound treatment is done; this is rabies vaccine.”
“My Mallo is not sick with rabies so—”
Halfway through her protest, Ai felt pain sting her from behind. Ash had injected her.
“No.”
Riding through a rainbow tunnel, Dai Wang Train’s roar drowned out the scream.
“That must be the future.”
Ignoring Ai’s resentful gaze, Ash looked outside the window disappointedly. The green, lush scenery outside the train appeared just like the old city of Daibei.
However, ahead, the pure white building attracted their attention; its European architecture and colorful top indicated its sacred nature.
“This is a church?”
Everyone focused their gazes and were stunned by the crowd at the entrance.
“Oh, look at all those people. Does this mean they’re holding a wedding ceremony!?”
“Really? In that case, the bride and groom are quite popular!”
The girls all looked envious, including Ai, who momentarily forgot her grudge, dreaming about marriage with her beloved prince.
“What beautiful dreams are you having?”
Girls often dream about such beautiful marriages.
When Ash was young,
He dreamed of his grandpa suddenly popping up asking him to drive a giant black castle hidden in the basement, or for a super robot to fall from the sky, calling him to save the world.
Or maybe an Ultraman crash, or a group grabbing him to transform him for some organization.
“Stop daydreaming!”
The girls united and pushed him away.
“Ash won’t understand!”
“If he understood, there wouldn’t be so many problems.”
“I bet you don’t understand!”
Several lines appeared on Ash’s forehead as he suppressed his anger and said—
“Yeah, yeah, I don’t get it.”
He had indeed attended plenty of weddings, but beyond mocking the groom by throwing cake and getting beaten up, he knew nothing else.
In any case, he certainly wouldn’t be the one marrying.