Free Web NovelChapter 482: BCL Chapter 478 Game Girl Hitori
"Absolutely not! I refuse!"
Chihaya’s cheeks puffed out, and she said in a low voice, covering her mask:
"I came to the bookstore to buy proper comics, I absolutely don’t want to buy terrible things!"
Kitahara Makoto was highly skeptical of this.
If she had a cold, her voice and nasal tone would have subtle changes, but Anon’s voice at this moment was still clear and pleasant, showing no signs of a cold at all. So wearing a mask was most likely to cover her tracks.
Of course, suspicion is one thing, but exposing her is another. He definitely couldn’t expose her.
This pink-haired girl’s brazenness was sometimes thick and sometimes thin; if he exposed her now, she might become angry out of embarrassment.
Kitahara Makoto said at his leisure:
"I only need thirty seconds to make Anon obediently go buy adult books."
"Hmph~"
Chihaya crossed her arms over her chest and lifted her delicate chin:
"Scumbag-kun, just bring it on. I’m not that easy to conquer."
Kitahara Makoto said softly:
"I remember Anon likes playing gacha games, right?"
"That’s right." Chihaya looked over curiously. "And then?"
As a popular girl, Chihaya had a wide range of hobbies: shopping, gourmet food, music, games... It could be said she missed none of them.
Kitahara Makoto’s face showed a triumphant smile:
"I obtained a new special item yesterday that can grant someone the [luck] attribute for a short period, allowing them to get at least five golds in a ten-pull."
Kitahara Makoto’s voice was tempting as he continued:
"Anon-chan, do you want to become a gacha master?"
"Do you want to get five golds in every ten-pull and make your friends genuinely envious?"
"Is it really that amazing?" Chihaya’s eyes quickly lit up. "Kitahara-kun, you wouldn’t be lying, would you?"
Kitahara Makoto raised his hand and swore:
"If I’m lying, then may I never be able to kiss Anon again."
"Hmph~" Chihaya lightly snorted. "I’ll believe you for now... Where’s the item?"
"Don’t rush, we’ll talk about gacha pulls when we get back." Kitahara Makoto lowered his voice. "The prerequisite is that Anon buys the adult books first."
Chihaya’s pretty face flushed slightly. She hesitated for two seconds, then quickly made up her mind:
"...I’ll buy them then!"
It wasn’t like they hadn’t looked at adult books together before, so looking at a few more wouldn’t matter.
Of course, the most important reason was related to the person.
It was only because Kitahara Makoto suggested looking at adult books that Anon would agree. If it were anyone else, Anon would definitely turn around and leave with a look of disgust without a second thought.
"But I have to choose them." Chihaya lifted her delicate chin. "I don’t want to look at anything too terrible!"
Kitahara Makoto agreed: "No problem."
"..."
The two went upstairs together and bought several special comics that Anon was interested in. During this time, Kitahara Makoto also explained why he brought Hitori to buy the game. Then, the two went to the cashier to check out.
"Please wait a moment, both of you..."
It was still the same cashier from before. When he saw Kitahara Makoto hand over the adult books, his expression immediately became complex and subtle.
Just now, he bought an adult game with a girl whose face he couldn’t clearly see, and then in a blink of an eye, he’s buying special adult books with another girl... As expected, being good-looking means you can do whatever you want.
Be destroyed!
This world that judges by appearance, hurry up and be destroyed!
After paying, Kitahara Makoto and Anon walked out of the bookstore together.
Hitori naturally hadn’t left. She was anxiously waiting in the shadows by the door. When she saw the two come out, she quickly emerged from the shadows, which startled Anon.
"Th-that..."
Hitori lifted her small face, but unfortunately, she stammered and couldn’t speak.
"Hitori, you and Kitahara-kun continue to play. I’m going home first." Chihaya waved gracefully, her voice clear. "I have a slight cold, which is why I’m wearing a mask. I’m worried about infecting you two, so I won’t play with you."
Watching Anon leave, Hitori silently turned her head to look at Kitahara Makoto and bowed in apology:
"S-Sorry!"
Kitahara Makoto looked over in confusion:
"Hitori, why are you suddenly apologizing?"
"It-It’s all because of me..." Hitori’s voice was full of guilt. "It must be because I was just thinking in my heart about what would happen if someone I knew appeared, that Anon-chan showed up..."
No wonder you suddenly apologized. So you think you have a jinxed mouth, which caused Anon to appear?
"Don’t blame yourself," Kitahara Makoto said softly. "Anon’s appearance was a complete coincidence and has nothing to do with you."
Hitori looked up pitifully, her voice filled with self-reproach:
"But Anon-chan saw the game we bought, she’ll definitely think Kitahara-kun is very..."
"Very what?"
"That..." Hitori stammered softly, "Very shameless..."
Such a small matter makes one shameless?
I’ve done even more shameless things with Anon-chan!
Kitahara Makoto’s thoughts swirled, and he suddenly sighed:
"Anon-chan really did show a disgusted expression just now."
Hitori immediately grew anxious:
"I, I’ll go explain..."
"No need." Kitahara Makoto reached out to stop her, his tone deep, "Once a seed of doubt is planted, it can never be completely eradicated. Fortunately, Anon-chan promised to keep it a secret just now and won’t tell anyone, so there’s no need to worry about the danger of social death... If Hitori wants to compensate me, then give me a few onsen vouchers."
Hitori’s expression was bewildered: "Eh... what’s that?"
Kitahara Makoto said earnestly:
"They’re vouchers for bathing in an onsen together. This world is too cold; only an onsen can warm people’s hearts."
"..."
Hitori’s small face quickly turned red, clearly understanding Kitahara Makoto’s sinister intentions.
Kitahara Makoto said with a righteous expression:
"Hitori, rest assured, I promise only to bathe in the onsen and not take advantage of anyone."
Hitori: "...I don’t believe you!"
(Kitahara-kun promises not to take advantage of people, but he has never kept that promise.)
(If we bathe in an onsen together, he’ll definitely take advantage of me again... No, don’t! That kind of thing is too terrifying!)
(But Kitahara-kun was disliked by Anon-chan because of me... I should compensate him, right?)
Seeing Hitori’s hesitant expression, Kitahara Makoto said directly:
"If Hitori doesn’t speak, then I’ll take that as a yes."
"Ah..."
Hitori parted her lips, but in the end, her small face flushed crimson as she chose to acquiesce.
As a super socially anxious person, she absolutely did not want to cause trouble for others. Now that Kitahara Makoto had suffered an ’unjust accusation’ because of her, she naturally had no choice but to compensate him.
"Get on." Kitahara Makoto patted the back seat of the bicycle, "Let’s go back and play games."
"Oh..."
Hitori’s small face was flushed, and she shyly sat on the back seat of the bicycle.
"Let’s go."
Kitahara Makoto moved his feet, and the bicycle sped off.
Watching the scenery whizzing by on both sides, Hitori nervously hugged Kitahara Makoto’s waist, praying continuously in her heart:
"Slower, slower..."
Slower on the way to the driving school meant wanting to spend more time with Kitahara Makoto. Slower at this moment meant hoping to arrive home later, as for playing eighteen-plus games... naturally, she wanted to postpone it as long as possible.
The journey was silent.
The bicycle quickly arrived at Hitori’s doorstep.
"We’re home." Kitahara Makoto stopped the bicycle, "Hitori, get off."
Hitori got off the bicycle pitifully.
(Even though it was so far, Kitahara-kun actually rode home in the blink of an eye, he’s too fast!)
Kitahara Makoto looked over expectantly:
"Let’s go, let’s play games now."
"No." Hitori’s small face quickly flushed red, and she hastily shook her head, "Futari is still at home, she can’t find out."
Kitahara Makoto nodded:
"Then I’ll go back first, and then fast travel to Hitori’s room."
"Th-that..." Hitori stammered softly, "The game has already been bought, it’s okay if I play it alone, right?"
Kitahara Makoto flatly refused:
"No."
"Why...?"
Hitori looked over in confusion.
Kitahara Makoto’s tone was serious and beyond doubt:
"Your Reiko-san is currently a Bound Spirit, with the risk of rampaging at any time, so I must stay by Hitori’s side and absolutely not let Hitori be harmed."
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Of course, he couldn’t miss the opportunity to play eighteen-plus games with Hitori! Otherwise, he would definitely regret it immensely!
Hitori blinked, unable to find a reason to refuse, and could only agree with a flushed face.
"Then I’ll ride my bicycle back first." Kitahara Makoto smiled, "Hitori, wait for me in your room."
"Okay..."
Kitahara Makoto got on his bicycle and quickly returned home. He didn’t have to worry about lunch. He called Hana Hana and fast-traveled to Hitori’s room.
"Hitori, I’m here."
"Eh, so fast." Hitori nervously closed the door, "I just went upstairs."
"Reiko-san really did follow in." Kitahara Makoto raised an eyebrow slightly, "It seems the barrier Hana set cannot stop ghosts from invading."
Hana looked up, her small face expressionless, and said:
"It’s different, it’s with a good person."
"Different?" Kitahara Makoto quickly understood, "Alright, I misunderstood you."
It seemed that the reason Reiko could enter was related to Hitori’s ability.
Rubbing Hana’s small head, Kitahara Makoto took out a small cake, sent Hana back, and then looked at Hitori, saying expectantly:
"Hitori, hurry up and play the game, don’t forget you haven’t finished writing your lyrics yet."
"I, I know... First, turn on the air conditioner, otherwise the room will be very hot..."
Hitori’s small face was flushed. She shuffled in her slippers to the window, closed it, and then pulled the curtains shut with a whoosh, plunging the entire room into dimness.
"Phew..."
Hitori quietly let out a sigh of relief.
The dim environment didn’t make Hitori nervous; instead, it brought a strange sense of security.
Hitori then picked up the remote control, turned on the air conditioner, and said softly:
"There’s nowhere to sit, so we’ll have to sit on the floor."
Kitahara Makoto naturally didn’t mind. He sat on the floor and then patted the spot next to him:
"I’m fine with anything, Hitori, hurry up and sit down."
"I, I’ll go get Kitahara-kun a drink..."
Hitori scurried away and returned shortly with two cans of drinks.
All the necessary things were done, and there was finally no way to procrastinate further. Hitori’s small face was flushed, and she could only shyly sit next to Kitahara Makoto. Then, she opened the shopping bag and took out the game she had just bought.
Hitori’s online identity was Guitar Hero. She often edited and recorded videos, and occasionally played games. She naturally had a console and controller, ready to play at any time.
After inserting the game disc and a simple loading screen, the picture changed, quickly transitioning to the game interface.
"Hitori, have you ever played this kind of game before?"
Kitahara Makoto asked softly.
"I haven’t." Hitori hastily shook her head.
"The game actually has no difficulty." Kitahara Makoto said softly, "I just searched on my phone and confirmed that this game is a text-interactive game, requiring no operation... Simply put, it’s about reading the text plot."
Hitori breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this:
"That’s good."
Kitahara Makoto turned to look at the Bound Spirit, and asked again:
"Has Reiko-san’s inner voice changed?"
Hitori looked up, carefully confirmed, and then gently shook her head:
"No... it’s still exactly the same as before."
"Then let’s ignore her." Kitahara Makoto said quickly, "Let’s start."
Hitori agreed, her small face flushed as she picked up the controller and began to challenge the first eighteen-plus game of her life. After playing for a while, the shame quickly turned into surprise.
"Eh, it’s so beautiful."
She had originally thought the game would be terrible, but after starting it, Hitori realized she had been prejudiced. The art style was exquisite, the music was pleasant, and there was nothing that made one blush.
Kitahara Makoto nodded in agreement:
"It is indeed very good."
Humans are visual creatures; good looks certainly have an advantage, especially in this kind of eighteen-plus game that only allows text interaction and no operation. If the character art style were too ugly, players would quit the game in minutes.
As the plot slowly progressed, Hitori quietly relaxed.
The first half of the game was quite normal. The plot was about a girls’ academy that only noble young ladies could attend, which suddenly admitted a male student. The male student then met several noble young ladies at the academy and, at the invitation of one of them, joined the Doki Doki Literature Club she was in...
If it weren’t for the fact that she had personally bought a restricted game, Hitori would have suspected it was a proper game.
Just as Hitori let down her guard, the art style suddenly changed.
The male protagonist, invited to the club room for club activities, fell into a deep sleep after drinking a cup of black tea. When he woke up again, he found himself firmly handcuffed to a chair. A young lady looked down at him with a contemptuous gaze, as if looking at an insect, and then...
"Eh eh eh?!"
Seeing the sudden appearance of the restricted scene, Hitori was startled and accidentally knocked over the drink next to her, causing the juice to spill out immediately.
Kitahara Makoto acted quickly, righting the drink can, but some of the drink still spilled.
"S-sorry..."
Hitori quickly apologized.
Kitahara Makoto reminded her:
"Wipe the drink clean first."
"Mhm mhm."
Hitori fumbled for tissues and wiped the floor clean, but the wet floor couldn’t be sat on for a while.
"Can’t sit there anymore." Hitori stammered softly, "How about we play next time?"
"What needs to be done today should be finished today. Besides, the floor isn’t entirely wet." Kitahara Makoto reached out and directly pulled Hitori into his arms, settling into a standard embrace. "Now we can continue playing."
"Ehh?!"
Being held in such a shameful position by Kitahara Makoto, Hitori felt her entire being enveloped. Her already crimson small face quickly turned explosive red.
(N-no! There’s no way I can concentrate on playing the game in this position!)
