Alain forced a dry smile. Looking at the "Misha" before him, he realized a fact: The Misha of this moment was no longer the Kind Mita he knew.
She had assimilated into her role, merged with this world. And what's more, she wanted to use the convenience of her position to coerce him into bed.
At the same time, her inner consciousness seemed to be putting up a weak resistance, her eyes constantly apologizing to him.
Alain spoke up, "Tonight? Tonight, I'm a little busy..."
The psychological burden of being coerced by Misha was practically nonexistent. But he had no desire to get involved with the "Mayor" before him.
Besides... Ghostly Mita was still struggling to hold on, and her version could completely collapse at any moment. He needed to find Sleepy Mita as soon as possible.
"Eh... Busy? Are you going to keep the one at home company?"
Seeing Alain begin to politely refuse, the smile on Misha's face grew even hotter. It was as if rejection, to her, was just another part of the play.
"...First, tell me you haven't done this sort of thing to other Mitas, have you?"
"What are you talking about?" The Mayor's expression grew pensive. "I'm not a lesbian. Besides, you're the only player in this world, aren't you? And for some reason, my desire for you is especially strong."
As she spoke, her hand subtly moved to Alain's butt and gave it a firm squeeze.
"Well now, nice figure."
"..."
At that moment, Alain really wanted to record this and send it to the Misha in the real world. Just imagining his dear Misha's mortified expression made his mood soar.
"But, but, I really am busy tonight."
Alain tried to struggle one last time.
"Hmph..." Misha stared into his eyes, as if verifying the truthfulness of his words.
Alain understood what she meant and glanced around the office.
"Alright then... I believe you. You're really busy tonight."
Her words had just fallen when Alain let out a sigh of relief. He immediately planned to hold her slender waist and set the girl down.
However...
Her verbal surrender did not mean a physical one.
In an instant, Misha's legs became like vipers, wrapping around Alain's back with incredible flexibility, binding him tightly.
"But, you should have time right now, shouldn't you?"
"???"
Alain understood what she meant and glanced around the office.
Here...? Was she serious?
"Well... how about we do this another day? I prefer things to have a bit more ceremony."
Alain refused again. The next second, he wasn't sure if it was his imagination, but he felt the girl before him grow even more excited.
"What a coincidence."
Misha released her hold on him, stood up, left a suggestive lipstick mark on his face, and walked toward the office wardrobe.
"Girls always have their secrets."
The wardrobe showed no signs of use.
She pulled the door open, revealing a completely empty interior, and an iron door.
"I thought I'd never get a chance to use this..."
Misha glanced at the iron door, then back at him, and sighed.
"Thankfully... your arrival is the key to opening this door!"
"!"
"..."
There it was! The secret room in the boss's office!
Seeing the girl's calm and composed expression, while her eyes frantically sent him signals that screamed, "It's not me, I'm not doing this!", Alain understood the "danger" of his situation even more clearly.
At this point, the only choice was to...
He stood up from the sofa, as if he had given up on something, and walked over to Misha.
"It seems you've decided to—Aah!!!"
Before she could finish her seductive words, Alain made a zero-frame start and began to climb the high mountain.
"You-you-you... What are you doing?!"
Misha felt a tingling sensation as a fiery heat spread from her neck to her cheeks and the roots of her ears.
"Nothing. I've made my decision. I'm going to fight alongside you, right here."
"Huh? Weren't you reluctant just a moment ago? Why are you so eager now?!"
"I lied about something just now."
Alain continued to knead the softness with one hand. Between the ebb and flow, he pushed Misha into a corner.
His other hand gently brushed his forehead.
"I... don't actually care much for ceremony."
"...Huh?"
The Mayor didn't seem to understand the situation; or rather, she was completely clueless about Alain's intentions, her small face showing obvious confusion.
"Ah!"
But the soft tingling made it hard for her to focus on such minor details.
"I've wanted to take you on the spot, every single moment." His gaze focused on Misha's lips, and the girl pursed them.
Then Alain's gaze moved down, looking at the place his left hand had completely mastered.
"I want to take you everywhere, right here, right now."
"...W-Why do I feel like there's a hidden meaning in your words?"
Misha's body was already growing weak, and she lightly grabbed Alain's wrist.
He, in turn, leaned in close to her ear. "Tell me... What kind of positions do you like?"
"Pos...itions?"
"Doggy, 6, missionary? Or, tit?"
"Hahahaha..."
As expected of a dream, a puff of steam rose from Misha's head.
"I'm a virgin! At-at least give me some time to prepare myself!"
"No, I want you now!"
Alain tore her stockings. Her smooth, supple thighs were visible through the myriad rips, the flesh escaping its confines like a rolling mountain range.
"Aah!!!"
Misha reached some kind of breaking point, let out a scream, broke free from his grasp, and immediately dashed into the wardrobe.
Alain only heard the "thud" of an iron door from inside the wardrobe, and then there was silence.
"!"
"..."
Looking at the wardrobe where Misha had disappeared, Alain let out a long sigh of relief.
Thank goodness... it worked.
Although she was quite... aggressive due to the influence of her role, Misha's own well-bred, ladylike personality was still hidden deep inside.
Alain had aimed for this very point, to make the real Misha break through the shackles of her false personality.
In other words... high attack, low defense? It wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe her that way.
If she had seized the opportunity and he had followed her rhythm, he would have been confronting her role, and Alain probably would have been in for more than he could handle.
But by following his own pace, that is, by confronting Misha's own personality, that was Alain's only way to escape.
In that case...
He definitely couldn't stay in City Hall for long. If he waited for Misha to come to her senses, or for the influence of her role to deepen, Alain might really have to sacrifice his body.
He was about to walk to the door when his peripheral vision was caught by something on the desk.
It was a torn piece of white paper under an ID card, looking like a fragment of some kind of drawing.
Alain pulled it out and examined it closely in his hand.
Lightly colored, the paint's texture seemed to be watercolor. Looking at it, Alain felt an indescribable sense of familiarity.
"!"
He remembered that in Sleepy Mita's house, he had also discovered a fragment just like this.
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