My Gang of Swordsmen

Chapter 702: Chapter 18: Toshisuke’s Intense Pressure and Toshisuke’s Past

In this situation where she was left all alone, she couldn’t even run to get help.

With Toshisuke in the current state, there’s no way this could be dragged on any longer.

If it drags on, small symptoms could turn into big ones.

Thus—feeling that every minute and second was unbearably long, Aoto made a decision at this moment.

”...Miss Chokata, come on, can you stand up?”

Aoto tightened every muscle in his face, suppressing the look of embarrassment, turned quickly, facing the back of Toshisuke, stretched out his hands to gently hold Toshisuke’s shoulders, and stabilized his body.

”Mm... uh... ugh...”

Like a cat that just woke up, Toshisuke let out a faint moan.

Toshisuke, who was previously able to converse normally with Aoto, could now only respond with weak, low murmurs.

Lips pale, eyes tightly shut.

——Is his consciousness already this blurred...

Aoto felt his heart sink and resolutely decided that it was urgent and necessary to get Toshisuke back to Shiwei Hall as soon as possible!

No time to hesitate any longer... Aoto took a deep breath and then slipped his hands under Toshisuke’s smooth arms from behind, gently lifting him up and dragging him out of the bath.

”Come on, Miss Chokata.” Whether or not Toshisuke could hear him, Aoto spoke in a gentle tone, as if lulling a baby to sleep, ”Watch your step.”

Upholding the principle of ”see no evil,” Aoto kept his eyes fixed ahead, never glancing at the beautiful person he was supporting.

”Ugh... uh... ugh...”

All the way, Toshisuke kept letting out moans that sounded like gibberish with no specific meaning.

Her two adorable little feet, having lost their strength, were dragged along the ground like ornaments.

Besides doing his utmost to avoid seeing things he shouldn’t see, Aoto’s hands also tried to avoid overly intimate contact with Toshisuke.

Yet... Aoto’s hands were currently positioned under Toshisuke’s armpits.

Such an action, such a position... easily led to accidents.

Like at this moment, a small accident suddenly occurred—

”Ugh... uh...!” 𝑓𝑟ℯℴ𝓂

Perhaps Toshisuke felt uncomfortable with the way Aoto was dragging her along.

She let out a low sound of pain while gently twisting her body.

This gentle twist, without any real strength, naturally couldn’t break free from Aoto’s control.

However, this slight movement caused something close to her armpit to brush against Aoto’s palm.

Aoto’s palms clearly felt an indescribable sensation...

This touch awakened a ”fresh” memory in Aoto’s mind—a series of images where he’d accidentally used them as handles flashed quickly in front of his eyes.

Though it had been a while now... the feeling from that time was still vividly etched in Aoto’s right palm.

The awkward, embarrassing emotions he’d managed to suppress suddenly tore through him like a flood.

Relying on brute force and willpower, controlling himself from recalling those memories and feelings, Aoto couldn’t help but secretly sigh in his heart:

——How on earth does Miss Chokata usually hide such considerable assets...

If he hadn’t seen them with his own eyes and touched them with his own hands, Aoto would have a hard time associating the flat-chested Toshisuke he once knew with the mountain-like Toshisuke he was now supporting.

Aoto had no particular expertise in this area and didn’t know how to describe Toshisuke’s size in terms of words.

If Aoto was forced to describe Toshisuke in detail... he could only compare her to Sazanoko and Mukiwa, two women also known for their impressive figures.

Overall, Toshisuke was a bit smaller than Sazanoko and Mukiwa.

If Sazanoko and Mukiwa were described as too large to be held with one hand, then Toshisuke was just right for one hand.

Besides ”Aoto’s palms suddenly receiving a ’gentle attack,’” there were no other accidents on the way out of the bath.

Reaching the changing room without further incident, Aoto was faced with a new dilemma—how was he supposed to dry Toshisuke off?

He couldn’t let Toshisuke return all wet, could he?

In Toshisuke’s bathtub was a small towel she used to dry herself.

But Aoto knew he definitely couldn’t use Toshisuke’s small towel on her. Such an act, beyond ”overly intimate contact,” crossed into the realm of ”criminal.”

Without any other options, Aoto used his replacement clothes—a breathable, absorbent robe—to wrap Toshisuke, cocooning her like a silkworm, allowing the robe to soak up the water droplets on her body.

Due to the size difference, Aoto’s robe could cover most of Toshisuke’s body.

Naturally, this method couldn’t completely dry Toshisuke, but Aoto couldn’t worry about all that! He just made do!

Once he felt his robe had absorbed most of the water droplets, Aoto dressed Toshisuke in her change of clothes: a light purple robe.

After helping Toshisuke get dressed, Aoto put on his robe, now soaked with Toshisuke’s bath water.