"I didn't expect myself to become such a coward after growing up. She clearly wanted a kiss, but she was like a quail, not even daring to lift her head."
The delinquent Seika spewed out colorful language, heavily complaining about her 30-year-old self.
Kitahara slightly twitched the corner of his mouth:
"So, should I kiss you now?"
"No!"
The delinquent Seika flatly refused, her bright eyes glaring at him in disdain:
"She is her, I am me. If you say you want to kiss now, are you kissing her or kissing me?"
Kitahara: "…"
You are clearly the same person, there's no difference who I kiss!
However, as a man determined to build a harem, Kitahara knew that answering poorly would detonate a landmine, so he simply said:
"I suddenly remembered I have something to do, so I'll head back first…"
But just as he got up, the delinquent Seika forcefully pushed him onto the sofa.
Thud.
The delinquent girl Seika knelt on Kitahara, her hands braced on his chest, looking down at him, and said with disdain:
"You actually want to run away? I didn't expect you to be a coward too."
Kitahara slightly twitched the corner of his mouth:
"Nijika is still waiting for me to come home for dinner…"
"Tsk."
Delinquent Seika tsked, "I'm not even afraid of Nijika finding out, what are you afraid of?"
Kitahara: "…"
You're just drunk; otherwise, you'd be scared stiff!
Delinquent Seika licked her lips, a look of excitement suddenly appearing on her pretty face:
"Besides, sneaking around behind Nijika's back feels even more thrilling."
Something's off!
Your preferences are way too strange!
"Quickly answer my question from earlier." Delinquent Seika leaned in close, her body exuding a mix of alcohol and body scent, "If I gave you a chance to kiss, do you want to kiss me, or that 30-year-old coward?"
Clearly, this was a death-trap question.
If you said you were the same person, indistinguishable, your final score would definitely be a failing grade.
Kitahara said earnestly:
"Seika-sensei has her own charm, and Seika also has her own charm, so I choose to have both."
"Hmph~"
Delinquent Seika let out a soft hum:
"You're quite good at making people happy."
"Thank you for the compliment."
"Just too greedy."
"Greed is human nature."
"Hey, hey, I'll tell you a secret…"
Delinquent Seika's face showed a mischievous smile:
"My state this time is different from the previous two times. For example, I can clearly feel that the 'me' who gets more timid with age isn't asleep this time, but wide awake, so… do you dare to kiss?"
"If you dare to mess around, after I disappear, you'll definitely get a beating, you know."
"…"
A beating?
A beating that can't even break through your defense is clearly just a massage!
Seeing Kitahara remain silent, a hint of disappointment flashed in Delinquent Seika's eyes:
"Tsk, as expected, a coward…"
Before she could finish speaking.
Delinquent Seika suddenly gasped, feeling a strong force, and involuntarily fell into Kitahara's embrace.
Eyes met.
Breaths mingled.
Delinquent Seika, who had been so arrogant just moments ago, instantly averted her gaze, fluttering and dodging.
"You called me a coward…"
Kitahara raised an eyebrow slightly:
"Now I'll let Seika-sensei witness my courage."
"You, you wait a moment…"
Before she could finish speaking, Delinquent Seika's voice was muffled.
It must be said, a 16-year-old delinquent girl is already lawless, and with the added drunk buff, her courage broke through the sky. Her enthusiasm and proactiveness were extremely high.
After the initial shyness passed, she quickly began to take the initiative to explore, and a kiss wasn't enough; she even reached her hand inside Kitahara's clothes…
After an unknown amount of time.
Kitahara suddenly took a sharp breath.
"Gently!"
Seika flipped over and quickly sat up, her pretty face flushed crimson, almost dripping blood, while vigorously wiping her right hand on her clothes, glaring at him with murderous rage and shame:
"Perverted, you really want to die, don't you?!"
Kitahara was very innocent:
"Manager, you're back?"
Seika gritted her teeth, her face full of murderous intent:
"That side-effect personality already said I was wide awake, and you still dared to kiss me?!"
Kitahara chose to throw caution to the wind:
"So what if I kissed you? What are you going to do about it?"
"You…"
Seika was startled, clearly not expecting Kitahara to not only show no remorse but also be so arrogant.
"Just now, Seika was the one who actively pushed me onto the sofa, and also put her hand inside my clothes, so strictly speaking, I am the victim…" Kitahara advanced instead of retreating, "Seika-nee doesn't want me to tell Nijika, right?"
Seika: "…"
Rebellion!
This perverted brat is clearly rebelling!
The person most worried about Nijika finding out is clearly you, yet now you're threatening me? How dare you!
"It seems necessary to give you a good stretch."
Seika's face showed a cold smile as she clenched her fist, ready to hit him, when she suddenly heard the doorbell ring.
"It might be the new business license being delivered," Kitahara reminded her.
"Hmph."
Seika let out a soft hum:
"I'll go wash my hands, perv, you open the door."
Kitahara shook his head:
"Seika-nee, you open the door, I'm not convenient."
Seika looked over in confusion:
"Why aren't you convenient?"
"Um…"
Kitahara looked downwards.
Seika followed his gaze downwards and quickly understood what "not convenient" meant, once again wiping her right hand in shame and anger:
"Disgusting!"
"Pervert!"
"If you dare tell Nijika, you're dead!"
Kitahara's tone was innocent:
"So, you're saying you were the one who actively reached in…"
"…Shut up, you bastard!"
"…"
After scolding him, Seika turned and went to the entrance to open the door, and soon returned with an express document bag.
Putting down the document bag, Seika first turned and walked into the bathroom, washed her hands thoroughly with soap, then came out and opened the express document bag.
As expected, inside was a brand new business license.
Looking at the license, Seika silently bit her lower lip.
The thing she ran her legs off trying to apply for, the perv actually got it done with one phone call… In exchange for such a great favor, should she forgive him this one time for what just happened?
"Seika-nee can completely relax now, right?" Kitahara finished cooling down, got up and stretched, then invited, "Want to come over for dinner?"
"No!"
Seika refused outright.
"Alright then, I'll head back first."
While Seika's attention was still on the license, Kitahara quickly slipped away.
Back home.
Kitahara simply washed his face, then walked out of the bathroom and stepped into the kitchen.
"Kitahara-kun, you're back?"
A girl's surprised voice rang out.
Nijika was wearing an apron, her hair tied up, and a cooking towel tied around her arm, looking like a standard little chef. Her eyes held some worry:
"It took you so long to come back, is Sister alright?"
"Store Manager is fine, everything's been taken care of."
Kitahara quietly explained the situation.
Of course, the later incident of him being reversed-pushed was naturally kept a secret.
"Thank you, Kitahara-kun."
Nijika let out a long sigh of relief:
"As long as the shop can continue to operate, Sister won't be so depressed…"
Kitahara lowered his voice and said:
"Nijika-senpai, don't forget my reward."
Nijika's pretty face flushed, and she glared at him with her bright eyes:
"Kitahara-kun, don't have your head full of lewd thoughts!"
Kitahara retorted:
"Then what should be in my head?"
Nijika put her right hand on her hip:
"Of course, studying."
Kitahara said earnestly:
"I'm sorry, I was first in the final exams."
Nijika: "…"
"Go take a shower quickly." Nijika wrinkled her delicate nose, waving him away, "Your clothes smell like alcohol, it's so unpleasant. I have to go back later anyway. Sister drank so much, leaving her alone at home, I'm really a bit worried… Eh, wait a moment."
Nijika suddenly widened her eyes, stood on tiptoe, and sniffed around like a drug-sniffing dog:
"Why does Kitahara-kun smell not only of alcohol but also of Sister?"
Kitahara: "…"
Oh no.
I should have left sooner instead of teasing Nijika.
Just then, a burnt smell wafted over.
Kitahara's nose twitched slightly as he reminded, "Nijika-senpai, the food seems to be burning."
"Ah… my food!"
Nijika cried out softly and quickly started to busy herself with the cleanup.
Kitahara took the opportunity to slip out of the kitchen, preparing to go to the bathroom for a shower. As he passed the living room, he saw Hana, Hana, holding a perfectly intact small cake in both hands. Her mouth was wide open, ready to put the cake into her mouth, and her two short legs swung gently, clearly in a good mood.
"Give it here."
Kitahara snatched the small cake and then gobbled it down.
Looking at her empty little hands, Hana's usually expressionless face uncharacteristically showed a wronged expression.
Then Kitahara was subjected to a barrage of criticism from the girls.
"Kitahara-kun is so mean."
"He even snatches snacks from children."
"Don't take advantage of Hana."
"Hana, come here, I'll take you to buy a small cake."
"..."
Kitahara wiped the corner of his mouth and walked into the bathroom with a composed expression.
"Good, the 'Daily Evil Deed' mission is also complete, and I can draw again…"
Ten consecutive draws didn't accumulate anything; a single draw was more cost-effective.
"Draw for me."
As Kitahara silently chanted in his mind, the ability roulette immediately spun rapidly. As for the idea of wearing the fox mask to boost his luck before drawing, he had already tried it yesterday, and it was completely useless.
A moment later.
A sphere of ability light fell from the void.
"It actually dropped something?"
Kitahara reached out and caught the sphere of ability light. He squeezed it slightly, and the fine starlight quickly integrated into his body.
"I hope it's 'Immunity to All Illnesses'…"
Kitahara had never forgotten his greatest wish, which was to acquire the constitution of 'Immunity to All Illnesses'.
Although the liquid produced by the Moon-Star Chalice could treat most diseases and injuries, it was not truly omnipotent, so the draws had to continue.
Opening the ability panel, a new ability emerged.
[Ability: State Expert]
[Category: Passive/Active]
[Description: When you gain a special status, whether it's a beneficial or detrimental status, its duration will be extended. Additionally, you can choose to lock a specific special status. Until you unlock it, this special status will persist, with a maximum duration of twenty-four hours.]
"This ability isn't bad…"
Kitahara thought about the ability's uses while turning on the shower.
Leaving the passive aside for now, the active effect looked quite good and could be combined with other abilities.
For example, with the Hagun Utahime ability, after listening to a performance, all attributes would receive an additional bonus, which is a standard beneficial buff. This could be locked using the State Expert ability.
Additionally, did the timed abilities brought out by challenging 'Game Discs' count as buffs?
The more Kitahara thought about it, the more he felt this ability had great development potential.
After a quick shower, Kitahara pushed the door open and left the bathroom, walking to the bathroom to brush his teeth.
A pink-haired girl just walked out of the mirror. Seeing Kitahara wearing only a pair of boxer briefs, she quickly raised her hands to cover her face.
"Don't cover up," Kitahara said helplessly, "Anon has already seen all of me, alright."
"Pfft~"
Anon lightly spat, muttering softly:
"It's noon now, scumbag-kun, why are you taking a shower?"
Kitahara said with a normal expression:
"I sweat after exercising, so of course I need to shower."
"Eh, what kind of exercise?"
Anon immediately perked up her ears.
Kitahara said helplessly:
"Of course it's proper exercise. Anon, don't let your imagination run wild."
"It's clearly scumbag-kun who corrupted me~"
Anon gave a charming little huff:
"I'm going out first…"
"Wait a moment."
Kitahara reached out to stop Anon.
"No kissing," Anon's pretty face flushed slightly, and she quickly raised her hand to cover her lips, "People will find out, alright."
Kitahara shook his head:
"Not kissing, I just got a new ability…"
After briefly explaining the attributes of the State Expert ability, Kitahara invited:
"Anon, do you want to experience the effect?"
"What do you mean?" Anon puffed out her cheeks, "Kitahara-kun is clearly making me a guinea pig. What if I encounter danger?"
Kitahara said confidently:
"With me here, Anon definitely won't encounter danger."
"Let me think about it…"
Anon extended a finger, gently tapping her lips:
"Can the luck after wearing the fox mask be locked?"
"There shouldn't be a problem," Kitahara nodded lightly. "Whether it's the luck status or the negative succubus tattoo Anon got before, they are all special statuses, so I assume they can all be locked."
Hearing Kitahara mention the former succubus tattoo, memories from the depths of Anon's mind involuntarily surged forth. Her pretty face rapidly flushed at a visible speed, and her legs instinctively squeezed tightly together:
"Th-that matter, don't bring it up again!"
Kitahara was puzzled:
"Anon, why did your face suddenly turn red?"
Anon bared her little fangs:
"I'm red with anger!"
It was all that terrible succubus tattoo that made her merge with Soyo, and then… dreadful! It was truly dreadful!
Kitahara spread his hands:
"So, do you want to share the ability with Anon?"
"Of course!"
Embarrassing as it was, the opportunity to show off in front of others certainly couldn't be missed. Anon lowered her voice:
"Let's talk after lunch…"