In the Ordinary Streets of Tokyo, I Awakened as a Player

Chapter 305: Chapter 305: A Night Spent with Saint Megumi

Chapter 305: A Night Spent with Saint Megumi

Asagiri nodded and agreed with a smile.

"Okay."

Kato Megumi’s lips curved upward, clearly happy that Asagiri had agreed to her request. But soon, a faint shadow appeared in her eyes. She looked at Tokyo outside the wide glass window, now seemingly small beneath them, and murmured,

"I always feel... a little guilty, dating here like an ordinary high school student."

"Are you talking about the Game?"

Asagiri looked down at Tokyo below, his tone calm.

"I can probably understand what you’re thinking. Something like, ’with great power comes great responsibility,’ right? But in my opinion, that’s not exactly how it works. We clear Dungeons again and again, fighting hard to survive until today, precisely so we can enjoy a beautiful and peaceful daily life."

He paused for a moment, then continued lightly,

"From another perspective, a string that’s always stretched tight will eventually snap. You just need to work hard when it matters. I said the same thing to Asuna before."

Kato Megumi nodded noncommittally at first, then asked curiously,

"Then what are your thoughts?"

"My thoughts?"

"Yes... Or rather, your ideal."

Facing Kato Megumi’s question, Asagiri answered at once, serious and without hesitation.

"Clear the Game, become the strongest Player, save the world, and after all that is finished, live together with you. In the future, I might continue being an independent game creator out of interest. Then I’ll just enjoy a peaceful, beautiful daily life with all of you. That’s probably it."

"With all of us?"

Kato Megumi instantly caught the key point in Asagiri’s words, her pretty face turning faintly red.

"That’s too..."

"Too modest? I think so too. How about making the ideal even grander?"

"Grand enough that no one gets time to sleep?"

"Who says that? If everyone takes turns resting, the schedule is perfectly reasonable. Don’t say I don’t care about you."

"What you said is too exaggerated."

Kato Megumi could not help laughing, amused by Asagiri’s shamelessly serious tone. Then she glanced at the scenery outside the glass window and turned around.

"Alright, we’ve seen enough. Let’s end things here for today."

"Are we going back so soon?"

"Let’s go back."

Kato Megumi showed a gentle smile. She looked down at the photo on her phone screen, a picture of Asagiri staring out at Tokyo through the glass, sunlight falling across his face and making him look so handsome that it made her heart flutter.

It was a photo with a strangely high artistic value.

Her lips curved up again. She sent the photo to Iwanaga Kotoko and Yuuki Asuna, then looked up at Asagiri and said softly,

"Let’s go home together. I’ll cook for you."

...

A little later, at Asagiri’s home.

"Here."

Kato Megumi had tied her soft black hair into a high ponytail for convenience while cooking. She scooped up a spoonful of fragrant, brightly colored miso soup with a ladle, brought it to Asagiri’s lips, and said in her gentle, understated tone,

"Taste it. Does it need any more seasoning?"

Asagiri took a small sip and nodded slightly.

"Mm, it’s perfect."

"Really?"

Kato Megumi took the ladle back without minding that Asagiri had just tasted from it. She gently pressed her lips to the same spot, tasted the miso soup, and nodded in satisfaction.

"It really is about right."

"Compared to the time you cooked with Asuna, this miso soup seems much lighter."

"Yes."

Kato Megumi replied in a calm, reassuring tone while preparing the dishes.

"When we ate together last time, you only tasted a little bit of the miso soup and didn’t drink much. If you simply disliked miso soup, you wouldn’t have tried it in the first place. That can only mean you weren’t satisfied with the taste. Last time, I used a miso with a richer flavor. This time, I switched to white miso, which is lighter and a little sweeter. You probably prefer miso soup that is lighter and less salty, right?"

Hearing Kato Megumi’s words, Asagiri was slightly stunned. Then he smiled.

"You observe things very carefully."

"Because my eyes are always on you."

"Megu­mi, your direct attacks are very frequent today."

"Are you getting tired of them?"

"Not at all."

Asagiri walked behind Kato Megumi and gently wrapped his arms around her. He rested his chin on her shoulder, whispering into her ear with a smile in his voice.

"I like you even more when you’re this honest."

"You... you can like me, but..."

Kato Megumi’s pretty face flushed, and she said shyly,

"I’m cooking right now... Let’s talk later."

...

After the meal was served, Kato Megumi sat down beside Asagiri.

Her feet, wearing light pink cotton slippers over black calf socks, gently tapped against the wooden floor, making a soft and reassuring sound. While pushing the bowl of miso soup toward Asagiri, she spoke in a casual tone.

"There seems to be the scent of other girls at home. It doesn’t smell like Asuna or Kotoko. It’s a fragrance from a girl I’m not very familiar with."

Asagiri scooped rice from the rice cooker, gently placed a bowl in front of Kato Megumi, and replied casually,

"Oh, that should be Kind Mita and Short-haired Mita. They were at home last night."

"You’re too calm, Asagiri-kun."

Kato Megumi picked up her chopsticks, put her hands together, and quietly said, "I’ll eat now." Then, while picking up food with her chopsticks, she sighed softly.

"A normal boyfriend, upon hearing his girlfriend suddenly say something like that, should at least panic a little and then think of how to explain it, right? How can you be so calm and even say it directly?"

"I never lie. That’s a virtue."

Asagiri replied calmly at first, then suddenly spoke with great momentum.

"Throughout history, how many heroes and great men have fallen in a Shura field? Some even lost both life and head, becoming wandering headless knights of regret. In the final analysis, where did all that pain, entanglement, bitterness, and heart twisting sorrow come from? Yes, all of it was caused by the indecisiveness of the people involved." freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

He raised a finger, his expression solemn.

"Does love have to be a question with only one answer? No, absolutely not. I believe love is more like an essay. Answering according to a template will certainly not be too bad, but if you have enough ability, you can still create a different perfect score answer. This is my resolve."

Hearing Asagiri’s lengthy speech, Kato Megumi was stunned at first, then could not help laughing.

"Really? Your resolve is that grand? I thought you simply couldn’t bear to part with any of us."

"That’s also correct."

Asagiri did not deny it and smiled instead.

"A bond that has already been formed being severed simply because the relationship changes is something I cannot accept. Indeed, I still prefer a Happy End."

...

After eating, Asagiri offered to wash the dishes, but under Kato Megumi’s insistence, it eventually turned into the two of them washing the dishes together, shoulder to shoulder.

"I always feel..."

Feeling Asagiri’s shoulder occasionally brush lightly against hers, Kato Megumi smiled happily as she carefully washed the utensils in her hands and said softly,

"Just like a newlywed couple."

"Click."

The answer Kato Megumi received was the sound of Asagiri’s phone taking a picture.

"Why did you suddenly take a picture of me?"

Asagiri put down the clean utensils, wiped his hands with a paper towel, and looked at Kato Megumi.

Her hair was tied into a high ponytail. She was still wearing the uniform of Toyogasaki Private Academy, with an apron tied over it and black calf socks on her legs.

He replied directly,

"Because it looked perfect."

"Really..."

Kato Megumi’s cheeks grew warm, but the corners of her lips lifted.

After the dishes were finished, the two of them went to the bedroom.

Kato Megumi sat on the edge of the bed and untied the apron around her waist. Then she looked up at Asagiri, who was standing beside the bed, and stretched her arms toward him.

"Hug."

"Okay. Hug."

Asagiri sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled Kato Megumi into his arms.

Kato Megumi wrapped her hands around his back and gently rested her head on Asagiri’s shoulder, taking a deep breath.

"As long as I smell your scent, I feel very at ease..."

"Me too."

Hearing Asagiri’s response, Kato Megumi tightened her arms around his back, as if she wanted to melt into him. Her breathing also became slightly faster.

She tilted her head up and closed her eyes.

As expected, without her needing to say anything, Asagiri gently kissed her in the next second.

As they kissed, their posture naturally shifted. Asagiri sat on the edge of the bed, while Kato Megumi sat on his lap, facing him. The warmth between them quietly deepened, gentle and lingering.

"Mm..."

Kato Megumi let out a soft sound and tilted back her fair neck. Asagiri untied her high ponytail, and her soft black hair spilled down like a waterfall. The ends brushed across Asagiri’s cheek, carrying a faint and pleasant fragrance.

"I..."

"Wait a moment."

Just as Kato Megumi was about to say those three words, Asagiri suddenly interrupted.

"Shouldn’t I say it first?"

Kato Megumi seemed a little unconvinced.

"Why? I want to say it first."

"Then... together?"

"Okay."

Kato Megumi nodded at first, then suddenly leaned close to Asagiri’s ear and took the lead. In a soft voice, carrying a hint of mischievous laughter, she whispered,

"I love you. Sorry, I cheated. I got there first~"

.....

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