Make Them Love Me Or They'll End The World-Chapter 132: The After-Math

Chapter 122:

For some time after their words faded, Kentaro and Tenka lay in silence on the futon. Neither spoke. The air was thick with something neither of them dared to touch, half the weight of Tenka’s confession, half the heat of their proximity.

Tenka, however, was far from calm. Her back was turned to Kentaro, but her hands were restless, her lips brushing against her fingers. The memory hit her in sudden, violent clarity.

I-I kissed him!? She let out a cute squeak in her own head.

Her eyes widened, a burning blush spreading across her cheeks. She pressed her palm against her face like a schoolgirl who’d just realised she’d embarrassed herself in front of her crush.

Why did I do that? Her mind screamed the words in echo. Why, of all times, did I do that now?!

Her body shifted, squirming slightly beneath the futon. The movement didn’t escape Kentaro’s notice.

"Tenka," he said softly, his voice low, uncertain.

"Ngh!" Tenka squeaked, realising how much she’d been fidgeting. "Y-yes?" she replied quickly, her tone fragile, betraying the storm raging inside her.

The silence stretched again. Kentaro swallowed, trying to gather courage. Finally, he spoke.

"Um... about what you said earlier. About your... feelings."

The words stabbed Tenka’s composure. Her eyes snapped wide, her blush deepening until it looked like fire burned across her face.

"NO!" she blurted out, her voice cracking. "Just-just forget it! I was feeling weird, and I said things I shouldn’t have!" Her words stumbled over each other, frantic and clumsy.

Kentaro let out a small smile despite himself. He couldn’t see her face from behind, but he knew she was panicking. Rare glimpses like this, her flustered, vulnerable side, were a version of Tenka he rarely saw, and he found it almost unbearably cute.

Still, he couldn’t let it end there.

"I just wanted to say..." He hesitated, his throat dry, then forced the words out. "...I-I love you too, Tenka."

The wind outside seemed to roar louder, filling the silence that followed.

Kentaro’s cheeks burned crimson "I say that b-because there’s no way I’ll let you c-confess without me responding!" He stuttered. Tenka, meanwhile, felt her entire mind short-circuit. Her lips parted, but no sound came out.

"I-I-I-I-" she stammered, choking on the very idea of forming words.

But before she could respond.

BANG!

The door slammed open, the force rattling the frame.

"Kentarooooo!" A sing-song voice rang out. "I demand a huuuug! You will cuddle with meeeeee!"

Both Tenka and Kentaro shot upright, hearts nearly leaping from their chests. They turned, wide-eyed, toward the silhouette stumbling into the room.

"Who, who the hell?!" Kentaro shouted.

Before he could rise, he felt something, no, someone, grab onto him. He turned in shock. It was Tenka. Reflexively, she had clung to him, pressing against his side like a startled cat. Their eyes met in sheer panic before she jerked away, embarrassed beyond words.

And then the figure in the doorway stepped into the pale moonlight.

Her body was slim, her long dark hair streaked with violet strands that shimmered as they caught the glow. But what truly froze Kentaro wasn’t her face; it was her attire, or lack thereof.

Her bra hung half-loose, threatening to slip at any second. Her pale legs were barely covered by a pair of panties that seemed only half-secured. She swayed slightly, her half-sleeping state giving her movements a dangerous unpredictability.

It was Yura.

Despite being half-asleep, her instincts led her unerringly toward Kentaro.

"W-wait! Wait, wait, wait!" Kentaro yelped, waving his arms frantically. "Yura! Wake up!"

But he couldn’t touch her, not without brushing against skin he very much shouldn’t be touching.

Tenka, frozen in place, watched as Yura stopped just at the edge of the futon. Kentaro’s escape was cut off by the couch on his side, leaving him trapped. Tenka could have spoken up, could have offered him an out, but the thought of saying anything after what had just happened was too much. She stayed silent, biting her lip.

And then Yura moved.

Like a tiger pouncing on its prey, she suddenly leapt forward.

"NGH, WAIT!" Kentaro cried, but his words were smothered instantly as Yura latched onto him, pressing his face into her bosom with inhuman strength.

His muffled voice fought its way out against her embrace. Tenka stared, her expression caught between shock and disbelief as Kentaro flailed helplessly.

For a long moment, she watched. And in that silence, she realised something.

This... This is what he’s fighting for.

Not for himself. Not for glory. But for girls like Yura, girls dragged into situations they never asked for, girls that just want to live a normal life like the rest of us, Alberlines are persecuted for existing, feared for their power.

And he was the one who stood in their way, refusing to let their fates be dictated by others and their fears.

Tenka’s lips curved into a small, genuine smile. "Very well, Kentaro," she whispered, turning away and closing her eyes."I’ll follow you... Until the end."

By the time Yura’s grip loosened enough for Kentaro to breathe, he was exhausted. His face was still pressed against her chest, just lower now, barely enough to manage.

He glanced over, hoping to catch Tenka’s reaction, maybe finish the conversation from earlier. But she had turned her back, silent and unmoving. He called her name once. No reply. He sighed, assuming she’d fallen asleep, unaware she was still very much awake.

Eventually, drained by the chaos, Kentaro surrendered to sleep, using Yura as a pillow.

*

Morning came. The light of dawn pierced through the curtains, falling across Kentaro’s face. He groaned, squinting against the brightness.

"Hhhhg... last night was insane-" He froze.

Both his hands were touching something soft. Too soft. Too... unmistakable.

His right hand, firm yet gentle in texture, pressed against something covered by cloth. His left, however, pressed against bare skin. Warm, supple, yielding.

He didn’t need to look to know. His heart thundered anyway.

Tenka was curled on one side, her gown loose, her chest faintly rising with each breath. Yura was on the other side, her lingerie slipped off during the night, leaving nothing between her and Kentaro’s wandering hand.

Both were clinging to his arms.

"AHHHHHHHH!" Kentaro’s scream rattled the walls.

The door, still left ajar, burst open as Serica and Aria stormed in. Their hair was messy, their eyes bloodshot from being jolted awake.

"KENTARO!" they shouted in unison.

They froze.

Not because the scene was entirely new, Serica especially was no stranger to clinging to him, but because Tenka was there. Tenka, of all people, pressed against him, as close as any of them had ever dared.

"I-I-I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!" Kentaro babbled, bowing his head repeatedly as if rapid apologies could erase the sight.

Serica’s face turned crimson. She stormed over, glaring daggers at Yura’s exposed body. "YURA! YOU WOMINASIER! Get OFF KENTARO!"

"I don’t think that’s the right term, Serica", Kentaro muttered.

Serica didn’t hear; she grabbed Yura’s arm and began tugging, only for Yura to groan awake. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"Hhhhn? Wha-what’s going on?" she mumbled, rubbing her eyes. She blinked blearily, then looked down, straight at Kentaro’s red face. And at herself.

Her blush exploded, spreading down her neck as she realised the truth. "I-I’m not wearing anything!"

"AHHHHHHH!" Yura screamed, leaping up and sprinting toward Kentaro’s bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

"WOAH!" Serica shouted, stumbling back. She tripped, falling forward, straight onto Aria.

"Eh, wait!" Aria squeaked, trying to steady herself, but it was too late. Both girls tumbled to the floor in a heap.

Kentaro’s jaw went slack. Serica was sprawled over Aria, their bodies pressed together, chests squashing against each other. The sight was... distracting, to say the least.

"Ngh! Serica, you’re squishing me!" Aria moaned, her voice pitched in embarrassment as her and Serica’s breasts pressed, bounced, and shifted against each other.

"S-sorry, Aria! It’s, it’s Yura’s fault!" Serica sputtered, scrambling to her feet.

But when both of them stood, their bras had loosened in the tumble, straps slipping dangerously. Kentaro’s eyes widened as both girls realised at the same time.

"Aria! Your bra!"

"Serica! YOURS!"

Both shrieked, covering themselves hastily, their faces burning scarlet. Without another word, they bolted into Kentaro’sroom, slamming the door behind them.

Kentaro sat frozen, his brain fried. "What the hell just... happened..."

Beside him, Tenka finally stirred, blinking awake.

And just like that, the chaos wasn’t over.