Kaguya-sama Wants My Surrender!

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"Come closer," Amamiya said softly.

Kaguya stared at him in silence, her gaze sharp and unyielding.

"Closer," he repeated, his tone calm yet insistent.

Another pause. She didn't move.

As Amamiya inched closer, Kaguya's brows furrowed ever so slightly. Her discomfort was evident.

Too close. 

For as long as she could remember, no boy had ever been allowed this near to her. The air itself seemed charged with the warmth radiating from him, an unfamiliar sensation that unsettled her.

"That's enough," she snapped, her cold voice cutting through the tension as he closed the distance to less than half a meter. Wariness flashed in her eyes as she raised a hand to stop him. 

"I have no intention of letting you get any closer," she added, her tone steely and resolute. This is as far as I'll allow. 

"All right, all right," Amamiya relented, spreading his hands in mock defeat. "I get it." 

Miss Ice Princess is truly on high alert. He couldn't help but admire her guarded nature. She seemed perpetually wary, her icy demeanor acting as an impenetrable shield. If not for their earlier conversation, he doubted anyone could come within a meter of her, let alone this close.

If he tried to push further, she'd likely drive him away with a single frosty glare.

"The top-secret information," Amamiya began, leaning slightly forward, "that only you and I know is..." He trailed off abruptly, his gaze darting upward with an expression of sudden seriousness.

"Huh?" Kaguya blinked, her curiosity piqued despite herself. 

Human instinct compels one to look where others are looking, and Kaguya was no exception. What could he be staring at? 

Almost without thinking, she followed his line of sight and raised her head.

A luminous silver moon dominated the night sky, its light spilling softly across the landscape like a gossamer veil. It was serene, tranquil, and entirely ordinary.

What is he looking at? 

Her analytical mind raced. Could it be that he sees something I cannot? Or is he simply...

Unbeknownst to her, Amamiya's intentions were far from pure.

In truth, there was nothing extraordinary in the sky. The moon was his decoy, a ploy to redirect her attention. And it worked.

As Kaguya's delicate face tilted upward, her swan-like neck gracefully exposed under the moonlight, Amamiya made his move. 

Quietly, he reached out, wrapping an arm around her impossibly slender waist, and without hesitation, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.

"Ugh—!" 

Kaguya's eyes flew wide open, disbelief flooding her usually composed features. Her cold, imperious gaze trembled, unable to mask her shock.

A k-kiss?! A forced kiss?!

How dare he! 

As the eldest daughter of the Shinomiya family, Kaguya had never once feared that anyone would dare to take advantage of her. She didn't need to worry—not because of her poise or her reputation—but because no sane boy would ever risk it. The consequences were clear: anyone foolish enough to try would face ruin. Not just broken legs, but likely all five limbs shattered.

Yet here was Amamiya, defying reason, audacity blazing in his actions.

"The plan was a success," Amamiya muttered under his breath, exhaling slowly as though he'd just completed a herculean task. His heart pounded, but a wave of relief washed over him. 

In truth, even he had felt the weight of Kaguya's icy aura. It was more than intimidating—it was oppressive. Few could summon the courage to speak openly to her, let alone confess their feelings. 

What he had just done, however, wasn't mere bravery. It was sheer recklessness, the kind that transcended heroism and bordered on suicide.

Only a death warrior would dare to take this final step. And yet, here he stood, his bold gamble bearing fruit. Whether or not he would live to see the results, though, was another matter entirely.

On the way to speaking with Kaguya, Amamiya had already noticed the hint floating above her head. However, he chose not to act recklessly.

Charging in without a plan and attempting to embrace her outright? 

That would be laughable. 

Despite her delicate appearance, reminiscent of a fragile flower, Kaguya was anything but defenseless. Behind her composed exterior lay immense strength—she was a black belt in karate, with fighting abilities far surpassing the average person.

And given her cold, intimidating demeanor during their earlier conversations, Amamiya knew he wouldn't have been able to get this close without careful planning.

Thud! 

A second after his bold move, a sharp elbow connected squarely with Amamiya's chest. 

Pain radiated through him, forcing him to take a deep breath and step back. He immediately raised his hands in surrender. 

"I surrender! I plead guilty!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with faux repentance. 

He had been faced with a dilemma: cheek or lips? A choice that held serious consequences. 

Unfortunately, there was no real option. If he chose wrong and failed to wake Kaguya, there would be no second chance—and his personal safety would likely not survive her retaliation.

So, naturally, he went with the option most likely to succeed: maximum impact. 

"You… you dare—" 

Kaguya pressed the back of her hand to her lips, trembling slightly. Her wine-red eyes blazed with fury, a volcano erupting beneath her icy exterior. The heat of her anger seemed ready to burn Amamiya to ash.

"I plead guilty! I take full responsibility!" Amamiya declared again, raising his hands higher. "Please, let me live out my days repenting in prison!" 

His over-the-top attitude was so utterly shameless that Kaguya could only assume it was all part of a carefully orchestrated plot—designed with the sole intention of humiliating her.

"Do you think you can get away with this just by surrendering?" 

Her voice, devoid of warmth or emotion, echoed in the cool night air like a winter gale, freezing Amamiya in place. The icy edge in her tone seemed to pierce his very soul, threatening to shatter him entirely.

This is bad. Very bad.

Sweat broke out on Amamiya's brow. Why hasn't she woken up yet? 

Did I make the wrong choice? Was it supposed to be the cheek instead of the lips?

Just as panic began to creep in, Kaguya abruptly brought a hand to her forehead. Confusion flickered across her face before her expression shifted entirely. Her porcelain skin flushed a deep crimson, and her embarrassment bubbled over in the form of visible steam, as though her entire head had become a whistling kettle.

"It's done," Amamiya murmured, exhaling in relief. 

Miss Ice Princess's frosty exterior had melted away, unveiling a more approachable and endearing side beneath. 

To be fair, the overwhelming intensity Kaguya radiated in her icy form was almost suffocating. In contrast, her flustered, fragile demeanor was utterly charming—like a delicate sand sculpture on the verge of crumbling.

"My ribs… I think they're broken," Amamiya groaned theatrically, clutching his abdomen as if in agony.

"You brought this on yourself!" Kaguya snapped, still covering her lips with her hand. Her flushed face glowed with the heat of indignation. "What on earth were you thinking, doing something so outrageous?"

A kiss—my first kiss! And it wasn't even consensual!

The indignity of it was overwhelming. Her cherished first kiss had been stolen in such a shameless manner.

Too much! It's just too much! 

"Everything I did was for you," Amamiya explained with an air of justification. "The only way to free you from the nightmare's grasp was through strong mental stimulation. It was the fastest, most effective method."

Kaguya's blush deepened further. "Even if that's true, there must have been other options, right?"

"Perhaps," Amamiya admitted, "but we didn't have time to explore them all."

Kaguya clenched her fists, struggling to maintain composure. "And what if your method hadn't worked? What then?"

"If it hadn't worked," Amamiya said with unsettling calm, "then we would have faced the consequences together. Live or die."

"Live or die together…" 

Kaguya's heart raced at his words. Her face, already flushed, turned an even deeper shade of red as her thoughts spiraled. Her hand drifted to her chest, attempting to steady the rapid thrum of her heartbeat.

Stay calm. 

Focus. 

Even now, trapped in a nightmare, she needed to regain control of her emotions.

Meanwhile, Amamiya, still clutching his abdomen, groaned dramatically. "Once I wake up and escape this nightmare, I'll turn myself in. I promise."

"Who asked you to turn yourself in?!" Kaguya shot back, taking a deep breath to regain her composure. Her sharp gaze flicked to him. "Is it really broken?"

"It's definitely broken," Amamiya replied, nodding solemnly. "Though… if you rub it for me, it might heal faster."

Smack! 

Her hand struck him before he could finish the sentence.