Chapter 19: Panties! Strawberry Pattern!
"Ugh, this time-sync thing is kinda annoying… I can only fool around with Nao for a little while."
Takumi Hoshino returned to the real world and once again sighed over the downside of the two worlds having perfectly synchronized time flow. If he ever went into those long-spanning anime worlds in the future, wouldn't he have to keep mysteriously disappearing from reality? Maybe even vanish for years at a time?
[No need to worry about that. Worlds like Kankin Shoujo that only cost 1 Magic Point have a 1:1 time flow with reality. After that, every additional 6 Magic Points spent doubles the time dilation. At the limit of 60 Magic Points consumed, you reach the maximum 10:1 ratio. Also, your lifespan is still calculated based on real-world time. So if you live ten years inside a high-cost anime world, only one year passes here. In other words—you basically gain ten times the lifespan for free. The permanent cost in Magic Points brings tremendous benefits.]
A pleasant tingling electric current ran through the demon engraving, transmitting the information. Takumi suddenly felt enlightened, then asked curiously,
"Why didn't you answer me when I asked questions back in the 2D world?"
[In the real world I function as your intelligent little assistant program. Any question related to the demon engraving's usage gets an automatic reply. But in 2D worlds, that function is completely shut off.]
"I see… By the way, I've been meaning to ask—why did Oni Chichi suddenly crash into the Kankin Shoujo world?"
[You've got the concept backwards. It's actually Kankin Shoujo that was implanted into the Oni Chichi world. The original setting of Kankin Shoujo was too thin to form a complete, stable world on its own, so it was merged into Oni Chichi, overwriting and replacing the existence power of a certain character. Consider it a special reward for successfully conquering your very first 2D heroine.]
"Overwrite… existence power? That sounds suspiciously like the theory from Shakugan no Shana."
"Existence Power" is the core concept from the light novel and anime Shakugan no Shana. All things exist because of Existence Power. When a human loses theirs, they don't simply die—they cease to have ever existed. Everything connected to them—knowledge, recognition, memories, records, photos, documents—vanishes along with them. When someone is completely "devoured," people around them start experiencing memory fog and inconsistencies.
Even non-human objects possess Existence Power, though far weaker and less dense. No one remembers every single grain of sand on a beach, after all. Because information about objects is tightly bound together, when something suddenly vanishes, it creates an information gap → a sense of wrongness. This is one of the visible signs of world distortion.
Existence Power is neither created nor destroyed out of nowhere. When character A's Existence Power is absorbed, the person who absorbed it is now perceived by everyone else as the original character A.
[Exactly. I chose an example from one of your favorite series so you could understand more intuitively. The two concepts are extremely similar. Occasionally humans in this world have flashes of inspiration and create works that coincidentally reflect deeper truths of reality. Shakugan no Shana and Fate/stay night's Holy Grail War are prime examples.]
"Wait—you're saying the worldviews of those two series actually match the real underlying laws of this world?"
[Correct.]
"So… who exactly did Nao replace?"
[Mikami Yuka.]
Takumi thought hard. Back when he watched Oni Chichi, it was basically just fap material—he mostly fast-forwarded to the H scenes and barely paid attention to the plot or side characters. He never played the game either. Still… he vaguely remembered seeing something about the character on the wiki once.
Third-year student at Seihou Academy. Classmate of Marina. Apparently quite popular on the official site—only a bit less than the two main heroines.
Who would've thought Nao had overwritten someone like that?
Ding-dong-ding-dong…
After getting his questions answered, Takumi heard the warning bell for class. No time to ask anything else—he dashed toward his classroom. Five minutes after the warning bell came the real start-of-class bell. Students poured through every hallway like ants converging, sucked into the main school building.
When he reached the staircase, the crowds had mostly dispersed into their rooms.
Unexpectedly, he spotted the blonde ojou-sama coming down from above.
She was wearing a knee-length skirt—normally impossible to get a panty shot under normal circumstances.
But Takumi was at the very bottom, and she was several steps above. A sudden breeze swept through the open stairwell, flipping her skirt right up.
Milky-white panties. Covered in a cheerful pattern of little strawberries.
"Ah!"
The Golden Sparkling Ojou-sama hurriedly pressed her skirt down. A thin layer of blush instantly dusted her usually ice-cold face.
Takumi gave a light cough, climbed a few steps, and greeted casually,
"Yo, Ryūko-san. Fancy meeting you here."
A perfectly normal greeting.
Yet in Ryūko's ears it somehow sounded loaded with implication.
She huffed coldly.
"Pervert."
Whether she was talking about Takumi or the wind itself was unclear.
Without waiting for a reply she hurried down the stairs even faster.
Takumi found it strange. The warning bell had already rung—where was she going? Bathroom?
He didn't bother asking. He just continued up the stairs with big strides.
After he passed, Ryūko glanced back up and saw his completely unbothered expression. A small doubt crept into her heart.
…He really didn't see anything? Otherwise how could he be that calm?
She knew very well how beautiful she was. Not narcissism—just self-awareness.
Even adults in her family struggled to look away. Many times people would freeze in stunned admiration the moment they saw her.
Starting at age ten, men of all ages began orbiting her. More or less every single one had desire flickering in their eyes.
Some especially lecherous ones would start breathing heavily the moment they saw even a little exposed skin, looking like they wanted to tear her clothes off right then and there.
She hated those gazes with a passion, so she always dressed extremely conservatively. No strapless dresses, no slit qipaos, no miniskirts—nothing.
She still remembered when she was twelve. She was taking private swimming lessons from a retired Olympic swimming champion.
A sixty-something-year-old man, respected by everyone, someone with grandchildren, a pillar of virtue.
A month later he dismissed everyone else and tried to rape her.
She would never forget how that kind, grandfatherly face twisted into something consumed only by raw, animalistic lust.
The older she got, the stronger this "magnetism" around her seemed to become.
Lately even her own father had started looking at her with visible inner conflict.
It terrified her.
She didn't understand what was happening to her body—how her ten-out-of-ten beauty had somehow turned into a tenfold bewitching charm that could turn any man into a beast if he slipped even a little.
If her mother hadn't brought in top psychologists every month for counseling, she didn't know what would have become of her.
"She's the devil's daughter! A witch! Absolutely! I'm innocent!!!"
That was what the sixty-something, respected, grandfatherly Olympic swimming coach screamed like a madman when the police dragged him away.
Four years later, those words still echoed in her nightmares from time to time.
…No. He definitely saw.
It's just that this guy is weird.
She'd heard he was a hardcore otaku. Supposedly once said he had zero interest in 3D girls.
Also rumored to be an extreme imouto-con—a total siscon pervert.
So… maybe her demonic charm doesn't work on perverts?
After calming down, Ryūko quietly reached that conclusion.
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