"Hiss~"
Kitahara Makoto took a light breath, finally understanding what Tomori's words just now meant.
What on earth happened?
When did Tomori acquire this new knowledge?
And there was also a subtle sense of déjà vu...
In the quiet night, Kitahara Makoto could clearly hear Tomori's rapid heartbeat, obviously super nervous.
"Don't force yourself."
Kitahara Makoto said in a low voice.
"No need to force yourself." Takamatsu Tomori's small face was flushed, and her body was burning hot. "I want to make Makoto-kun feel good."
Kitahara Makoto: "…"
Meeting such a warm-hearted Tomori, he must have burned high incense in his previous life!
"It's not uncomfortable anymore," Kitahara Makoto said gently. "Tomori, don't work so hard."
"You're lying."
"Makoto-kun is still very uncomfortable…"
"I, I can still help…"
Tomori took a deep breath, a hint of shyness and hesitation flashed in her eyes, but it quickly firmed up, and then she quietly slipped into the quilt.
"…"
Kitahara Makoto really wanted to stop her, but his body was exceptionally honest, and the words of refusal reached his lips, but he couldn't utter them no matter what.
Beside the two of them.
Chihaya Anon had opened her eyes at some point, and at this moment, her face was filled with an expression of incredible shock.
(N-no way, right?)
(Tomori is actually willing to go that far?)
(And I'm clearly right here, aren't you worried about me finding out?!)
Chihaya Anon's mood was exceptionally complex at this moment.
Of course, she was jealous, but after the big adventure in Kitahara Makoto's dream, she had unknowingly 'adapted' a lot.
More importantly, the shock that such a well-behaved Tomori would actively launch a night raid clearly outweighed her jealousy, and at the same time, there was an unspeakable, subtle sense of taboo.
(While I was asleep, my best friend and boyfriend were secretly intimate behind my back… This is clearly a plot that would only appear in a hentai!)
Noticing the peeking gaze from the side, Kitahara Makoto turned his head and looked at Anon.
Their eyes met.
Anon's face was full of disdain:
"Lewd!"
"Pervert!"
"Ecchi!"
"…"
The night passed without a word.
The next day.
Bright morning light spilled in from the window, another sunny day.
"Ma-Makoto-kun, I'm going back first…"
Takamatsu Tomori lowered her small head, completely daring not to look up at anyone. After saying goodbye, she carried her school bag and quickly left Anon's room.
Since ancient times, nighttime has been a period of frequent crime, because people are easily impulsive in the dark. Now that it was daytime, Tomori clearly dared not face Kitahara Makoto at all.
"Tomori, wait for me, wait for me."
Chihaya Anon hurriedly followed her out.
Kitahara Makoto, on the other hand, stayed in the room with Tomori and couldn't go out yet.
A moment later.
The door quietly pushed open, and Chihaya Anon stealthily slipped back in, putting her hands on her hips and complaining:
"Tomori didn't even eat breakfast, just said she felt unwell, and left directly. Mom was worried if we had a fight… Pervert Kitahara, it's all your fault!"
Kitahara Makoto was very innocent:
"What does that have to do with me?"
"Of course, it's all your fault." Chihaya Anon's pretty face was slightly red as she complained with disdain, "You must have forced Tomori to do that kind of thing this morning, right?"
Kitahara Makoto said unhurriedly:
"Have I ever forced Anon all this time?"
"Of course…"
Chihaya Anon originally wanted to say 'Of course I have,' but the words caught in her throat.
Thinking about it carefully, it seemed like he really hadn't.
What is forcing?
It's only considered forcing if a person completely disregards a girl's willingness and only cares about their own pleasure.
Pervert Kitahara was at most assertive, not forceful.
Because Chihaya Anon knew very well that if she truly didn't want to, Kitahara Makoto would immediately stop and would absolutely not continue to take advantage of her…
"Hmph, anyway, it's all your fault." Chihaya Anon's small fangs glinted coldly at the corners of her mouth. "I was sleeping right next to you, and you actually… You haven't already done that kind of thing with Tomori, have you?!"
Kitahara Makoto shook his head:
"Of course not."
Chihaya Anon narrowed her eyes: "Liars swallow a thousand needles!"
"Don't say a thousand, even ten thousand needles are fine."
Kitahara Makoto's expression didn't change, not feeling guilty in the slightest.
The only ones he had truly 'pushed down' were Ryo-senpai and Soyo-chan. Kita and Nijika were at most Schrödinger's 'pushed down,' and he indeed hadn't 'pushed down' Tomori.
To avoid Anon continuing to question him, Kitahara Makoto changed the subject:
"If Anon doesn't want Tomori to get ahead, you can 'push me down' first."
"Pfft~"
Chihaya Anon's pretty face quickly flushed, and she couldn't help but glare at him:
"You wish!"
Kitahara Makoto shook his head and said:
"I'm giving you a chance, but you're not taking it. Don't regret it later."
Chihaya Anon huffed, puffing out her cheeks: "Go away, don't even think about touching me again!"
"…"
How to appease a jealous pink-haired girl?
Of course, by using the same method as in the dream.
Kitahara Makoto simply reached out and pulled the pink-haired girl into his embrace, his gaze burning as he said:
"Tomori has gone home now, and Auntie and Uncle have gone to work. You don't have to worry about being heard, right?"
"N-no, you can't." Chihaya Anon's pretty face flushed, and she immediately panicked, quickly raising her hand to brace against Kitahara Makoto's chest. "There's still important business to discuss."
They still had to film a short movie today. If they did that kind of thing, she definitely wouldn't be able to get out of bed, right?
So, absolutely not now!
At least… at least wait until after the short movie is filmed!
"What is it?"
"That…" Chihaya Anon's eyes darted around, and she said resourcefully, "It's about how to ensure everyone's safety!"
"Although the Nightmare Monster has been eliminated, other monsters might appear tomorrow. Even though Pervert-kun is very powerful, he can't use Flying Thunder God, so he can't always arrive in time to everyone's side… So, is there any way to prevent everyone from being violated by monsters?"
Chihaya Anon had originally just said this out of resourcefulness to avoid being taken advantage of, but as she spoke, she genuinely became concerned, biting her lower lip as she said:
"I don't mind, but I absolutely don't want my mom and dad to be in danger."
Kitahara Makoto's expression became serious:
"Go get the answer book."
"I'll get it."
Chihaya Anon hurriedly got up, taking the opportunity to escape the dangerous situation.
After getting the answer book and briefly discussing with Kitahara Makoto how to phrase the question, Chihaya Anon placed her hand on the book and softly asked:
"What is the simplest way to protect family members from harm?"
A single question can have many answers, so it's necessary to filter them using corresponding limiting conditions.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
The answer book turned pages rapidly without any wind.
A line of text quietly emerged:
[Evolved Tomori]
"Eh?"
Chihaya Anon opened her eyes wide in surprise and exclaimed:
"Tomori's name appeared in the book!"
"I saw it." Kitahara Makoto raised an eyebrow slightly. "But it's not the current Tomori, but the evolved Tomori."
The white-haired, red-eyed Hana sat on the chair, holding the bread Anon had just brought in, gently swinging her two short legs, eating happily. Hearing Kitahara Makoto and Anon call her name, she tilted her head and looked over, a circle of breadcrumbs still clinging to the corner of her mouth, looking both dazed and adorable.
"It's not about you." Kitahara Makoto waved his hand. "Continue eating your bread."
"The answer would actually be Tomori…" Chihaya Anon pursed her lips. "But how can Tomori evolve?"
Kitahara Makoto already had a guess in his heart.
The so-called 'evolution' most likely meant devouring other monsters.
Unfortunately, the Nightmare Monster from last night existed in a dream. After being eliminated by Kitahara Makoto, it directly dissipated and couldn't be used as food for Tomori.
"Kitahara-kun, you ask too, okay?"
Chihaya Anon looked over expectantly.
Kitahara Makoto nodded, reached out and took the answer book. To be safe, it was indeed necessary to ask.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
After the question, the answer book quickly turned pages, and a line of text emerged.
[Devouring Monsters]
"I guessed correctly after all."
Kitahara Makoto understood in his heart and said softly:
"Tomori can become stronger by eating other monsters. The dream-entering ability came from this, so it seems she just needs to keep eating to evolve."
Those beings at the top of the food chain can scare creatures at the bottom of the food chain into not daring to approach just by their scent. Tomori was probably like that.
Chihaya Anon was very curious:
"It sounds like Digimon."
"It is somewhat similar."
Kitahara Makoto nodded in agreement.
The Digital World is equivalent to the Otherworld, both very mysterious and unpredictable. However, those strange beings invading the real world are much more terrifying than Digimon.
Sighing lightly, Kitahara Makoto turned to look at Hana:
"It seems we'll have to actively search for monsters next to help Tomori evolve."
The Night Song's descending ability can only be used at night, making it out of reach during the day. However, monsters in the Otherworld don't only appear at night, so they indeed needed to find another way to protect everyone's safety.
Now, the simplest way was to let Tomori evolve, and Kitahara Makoto naturally wouldn't ignore it.
"I've already asked the question I wanted to ask." Chihaya Anon took the opportunity to slip to the door. "Pervert Kitahara, hurry up and go back."
Kitahara Makoto sighed:
"When you need me, you call me Kitahara-kun, and when you don't, you call me a pervert. Anon-chan, you're breaking my heart."
"Pfft~"
Chihaya Anon spat lightly, glaring at him in disgust:
"Hurry up and leave! I still have to clean later, and you've made the room dirty!"
"…"
He walked to the entrance.
Kitahara Makoto stopped, turned around and said:
"Anon, kiss me. I'll leave after you kiss me."
Chihaya Anon snorted tsunderely: "I don't want to."
"Then I won't leave."
"Huh?"
"Not only will I not leave, but I'll stay here all day to take advantage of Anon."
"...Shameless!"
Chihaya Anon bit her teeth lightly, glaring at him in embarrassment.
No choice.
To prevent Kitahara Makoto from actually staying to take advantage of her all day, she could only step forward to Kitahara Makoto, stand on her tiptoes, her pretty face slightly red, and kiss him.
With a light touch like a dragonfly skimming the water, Chihaya Anon quickly waved her hand to shoo him away:
"You've kissed me, hurry up and go."
Kitahara Makoto raised an eyebrow and said:
"I ran all the way here to help, isn't this reward too little, Anon?"
"I already gave you the reward yesterday." Chihaya Anon crossed her arms over her chest. "That was an extra reward just now."
"It's not enough."
Kitahara Makoto shook his head.
"One should know when to stop…"
Chihaya Anon raised her chin, still wanting Kitahara Makoto to retreat in the face of difficulty.
Unfortunately, before she could finish speaking, she was directly embraced by Kitahara Makoto and then severely taken advantage of.
Ten minutes later.
Kitahara Makoto let go of the panting pink-haired girl and left contentedly.
On the way back, Kitahara Makoto took out his phone and told the girls about Hana's ability to become stronger and evolve, asking everyone to pay attention to any suspicious rumors of strange tales around them. They had agreed to take the initiative to help Hana-chan evolve quickly, so there would be no dragging their feet.
Hitori hadn't switched her body back yet, so learning to drive at the driving school naturally had to be put on hold.
The campus scenes for the short film were over. Next was Anon and Kita's main part, and Kitahara Makoto's scenes were already optional, so he didn't even need to go.
So after sending Hana home, Kitahara Makoto simply turned around and went out again, sending a message to Soyo:
"My dear Lady Soyo, would you like to go on a date?"
The message quickly showed as read.
Nagasaki Soyo: "It's so hot, only an idiot would go on a date at a time like this."
Kitahara Makoto: "Then forget it. I have two tickets to the aquarium. I'll ask someone else…"
Nagasaki Soyo: "Wait for me at the door!"
Kitahara Makoto: "Bring two extra pairs of stockings as spares."
Nagasaki Soyo: "…You said it was a date, that kind of thing isn't needed at all!"
"…"
Half an hour later.
Downstairs at the apartment building.
"Soyo, good morning."
Kitahara Makoto smiled and went to greet her.
Today, Soyo had clearly dressed up carefully. Whether it was her outfit or her hairstyle, she was just exceptionally cute.
"Today's Soyo is a bit special."
Kitahara Makoto pondered.
"Eh?" Nagasaki Soyo blinked, looking down to check her outfit. "What's strange about it?"
Kitahara Makoto said seriously:
"Today's Soyo is especially cute."
"Mom said men's mouths are deceitful, and she was right."
Nagasaki Soyo snorted lightly, turning her head to look elsewhere, but the corners of her lips curved slightly upwards.
"Flattering me won't work. Today is just a shopping date, don't just think about doing that kind of thing!"
Kitahara Makoto raised his right hand:
"Then if I praise Soyo-chan more, can you give me a chance?"
Nagasaki Soyo crossed her arms over her chest, slightly raising her delicate chin. She originally wanted to say no, but the words changed when they reached her lips:
"Then it depends on Kitahara-kun's performance."
No way.
Girls are naturally creatures who like to be praised.
Especially when it comes to praise from boys, no girl can refuse it.
Although she decided that today was just a date and she couldn't let Kitahara Makoto succeed, so he wouldn't just think about that kind of thing as soon as they met… but she still wanted to hear more compliments and praise.
"I super like Soyo."
"Hmph~ You say you like me, but as soon as we meet, you only think about that kind of thing."
"Today's Soyo-chan is the cutest in the world."
"Sorry, I didn't hear any sincerity at all."
"You can't hear that kind of thing anyway, can you?"
"It's clearly someone who isn't sincere enough."
"…"
The two chatted as they walked to the train station, taking the train to the aquarium.
After playing at the aquarium for half a day, it was already noon when they came out. Immediately after, they went to a restaurant for lunch.
"Soyo, where do you want to go this afternoon?"
Kitahara Makoto asked softly.
"I'm not playing this afternoon." Nagasaki Soyo gently shook her head. "I'm a bit tired from walking for half a day."
Kitahara Makoto's eyes lit up: "Then shall we rest?"
"Okay…"
Nagasaki Soyo nodded subconsciously.
After agreeing, she realized that Kitahara Makoto's gaze was exceptionally fervent. The cunning young lady unconsciously took half a step back, vigilantly saying:
"Resting doesn't mean agreeing to do that kind of thing!"
"Of course." Kitahara Makoto nodded to indicate understanding. "Since Soyo said she wants to rest, shall I choose the resting place?"
"No."
Nagasaki Soyo shook her head vigilantly.
Her intuition told her that nothing good would come of it.
Kitahara Makoto said with a righteous expression: "It's just down this street, a few steps away."
"Eh?" Nagasaki Soyo blinked, tilting her head in speculation. "A dessert shop?"
"We just had dessert during lunch. If we eat more, we'll get fat." Kitahara Makoto reached out and took Soyo's soft hand. "Just follow me, and you'll know. It's definitely a resting place Soyo has never been to."
"What kind of place?"
Nagasaki Soyo looked up curiously.
"I can't say now." Kitahara Makoto stepped forward. "Soyo will know very soon."
"So mysterious…"
Nagasaki Soyo pursed her lips, following with curiosity.
A moment later.
A rather tacky Japan sign came into view.
"Love, Love Hotel?!"
Nagasaki Soyo's pretty face quickly flushed, and she couldn't help but say in embarrassment:
"What about the surprise you promised?"
Bringing a girl to a Love Hotel on their first date, it's too much no matter how you think about it!
Kitahara Makoto looked over innocently:
"I just said it was a mysterious place Soyo had never been to. I don't think I said surprise."
Nagasaki Soyo bit her lower lip lightly, glaring at him in embarrassment:
"You really only think about lewd things!"
Kitahara Makoto lowered his voice and said:
"Soyo-chan, don't you want to?"
"Of course not."
Nagasaki Soyo denied it outright.
No matter what the truth was, she just wouldn't admit it.
If a girl thought about that kind of thing all day long, she'd be considered a pervert, right?
"Alright then…" Kitahara Makoto pointed to the backpack behind him, lowering his voice. "The answer book is in there. Soyo-chan, ask yourself. As long as what Soyo-chan just said is true, we won't go to the hotel to rest."
Nagasaki Soyo: "…"
Can't ask.
If she asked, she would expose herself a hundred percent.
The truth that many people don't know is that if you open a shopping website and search for adult products, the purchase volume of female products far exceeds that of male… Food and sex are human nature. As long as one is a normal human being, they will want it.
The same goes for girls.
"I'm going back…"
Nagasaki Soyo averted her pretty face in embarrassment, preparing to escape.
Of course, Kitahara Makoto wouldn't let Soyo-chan leave, and he lowered his voice:
"Soyo-chan, aren't you curious what it looks like inside?"
Nagasaki Soyo's pretty face was flushed: "Not at all!"
"Alright then, I'm very curious," Kitahara Makoto said softly. "Can Soyo-sama accompany me inside to rest for a while?"
"No way."
Nagasaki Soyo refused, embarrassed.
"What? You agreed?" Kitahara Makoto tilted his head as if listening, then led Soyo towards the Love Hotel. "Thank you, Soyo-sama, for satisfying my curiosity."
"I didn't agree at all…"
Nagasaki Soyo tried to pull her right hand free, tried twice, but couldn't, so she could only blush and choose to yield, lowering her head to look at her toes, hiding behind Kitahara Makoto.
(Anyway, it's not like I wanted to come in, Kitahara-kun forced me…)
Such is a maiden's reserve.
Many things can be done, but not spoken. If you ask if they want to, the answer will definitely be no.
So don't always ask; direct physical contact is enough.
Those who are willing to agree will at most show a little reserve, like Soyo.
Those who are unwilling will naturally resist with their whole bodies, which is super easy to distinguish.
"Phew…"
After walking into the hotel and finding no one else, Nagasaki Soyo couldn't help but quietly breathe a sigh of relief.
It was her first time at a Love Hotel, and even encountering strangers would be super embarrassing.
"What kind of theme would Soyo like to experience?"
Kitahara Makoto asked softly.
Love Hotels were everywhere. The one he was exploring with Soyo now was naturally not the same one he had visited with Hitori next to the driving school, but the styles of the themed rooms were largely similar.
"Hmm…"
Nagasaki Soyo lifted her pretty face to look at the large screen of the self-service menu, and dozens of different types of themed rooms came into view.
"Classroom, train, infirmary, office, there's even a prison… they all feel super awful."
"Hurry and choose," Kitahara Makoto urged. "Someone might come in later."
Nagasaki Soyo's pretty face flushed slightly, her maidenly shyness taking over, and she whispered:
"How about we just go home?"
Kitahara Makoto, of course, was unwilling to go back:
"Since we're already here, Soyo must be curious what it's like inside, right?"
"I said I'm not curious!"
"…"
Unlike Hitori, who kept her head down counting ants the whole time, Soyo, as someone who had been through this before, wasn't so timid. After the initial embarrassment, curiosity quickly took over.
She looked up for a while, then quickly said in a low voice with a flushed face:
"'The Wizard of Oz' sounds interesting…"
"Then let's choose that one."
Kitahara Makoto made the decision.
After confirming the room and getting the key, Kitahara Makoto led Soyo upstairs.
Upon entering the room, he finally understood what the so-called 'Wizard of Oz' theme was.
"Tsk~ such a nice name, but it's just a garden."
Kitahara Makoto clicked his tongue lightly, his gaze falling on the swing set in the middle of the 'garden':
"That swing is pretty good though."
"Wait," Nagasaki Soyo's eyes widened in disbelief. "Is the swing set also one of those props?"
"Apparently so," Kitahara Makoto nodded. "Normal rooms wouldn't have a swing set."
Nagasaki Soyo couldn't help but retort:
"It looks too awful no matter how you look at it, it'll definitely fall down, right?"
"Whether it falls or not, we'll know if we try it," Kitahara Makoto's voice was expectant. "Come on, let's go take a bath."
Nagasaki Soyo's pretty face was crimson, and she covered her chest in embarrassment:
"I'm not trying it!"
"…"
Voluntarily agreeing was impossible, but being 'forced' to experience it was another matter entirely.
"I'm going to shower first, you're not allowed to come in."
Nagasaki Soyo walked warily into the bathroom.
It was the height of summer, and having walked all this way, she was inevitably sweaty. Although she knew that showering was dangerous, she still wanted to take a bath.
But just as she started washing, Kitahara Makoto squeezed in:
"I'll help Soyo-sama scrub your back."
"I don't need your help at all…"
Unfortunately, the moment Kitahara Makoto entered, what happened next was no longer up to Nagasaki Soyo to decide.
Perhaps the temperature in the bathroom was too high; Nagasaki Soyo's head had already become dizzy as she bathed. Just as her mind went blank, her phone suddenly rang.
"W-wait, let me see who it is…"
Nagasaki Soyo's eyes were teary, and she reached out to grab her phone nearby.
Kitahara Makoto said, exasperated:
"Can't you check messages later?"
"No…" Nagasaki Soyo's breathing was rapid, and she explained tearfully, "Th-this is a special notification sound…"
She finally managed to grab her phone, and upon seeing the sender, a sense of guilt immediately surged into Nagasaki Soyo's heart:
"Eh eh eh, it's a message from Sakiko…"
Just as she was about to close the conversation, Nagasaki Soyo suddenly let out a soft hum, her body trembled abruptly, and her finger involuntarily tapped on the video call invitation…
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