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"I'm home~"
The door opened, and Mrs. Shimizu was the first to rush in.
"I can play with my phone and read manga again!"
Amamiya Natsuki changed his shoes while complaining, "Shimizu-nee has become a shut-in now."
"What does it matter?" Mrs. Shimizu sat on the sofa, clutching her phone, and casually picked up the remote control to turn on the TV. "I worked so hard when I was alive, and now that I'm a guardian spirit, can't I enjoy myself?"
Mrs. Shimizu turned her head and asked:
"Miko-chan, isn't that right?"
"Shimizu-nee is right." Miko nodded in agreement. "I couldn't agree more."
Many people live very hard lives, and there's absolutely no shame in wanting to enjoy themselves.
"In that case…" Mrs. Shimizu's eyes darted, and she smiled pleasantly. "Miko-chan, how about calling Yurikawa-chan over?"
"I haven't seen Yurikawa-chan in days, I miss her."
"Cough cough…"
Miko immediately started coughing.
I'm too embarrassed to expose you, you say you miss Yurikawa, but you clearly covet her body!
Amamiya Natsuki walked to the refrigerator and opened it.
A dull-faced head Evil Spirit appeared as expected, diligently fulfilling its duty of a jump scare, meeting Amamiya Natsuki's eyes.
"Hmm…" Amamiya Natsuki pondered for two seconds. "After not seeing it for a few days, I suddenly feel like it looks quite handsome."
"Where is it handsome?!" Miko peeked into the refrigerator and couldn't help but retort, "Your aesthetic sense has gone awry!"
"After seeing uglier things, it naturally seems handsome," Amamiya Natsuki turned to Miko and said, "Ice cream or a drink?"
"Ice cream."
"Okay."
Amamiya Natsuki took two ice creams, then closed the refrigerator door, not even bothering to use Evil Spirit Banishing.
This kind of head Evil Spirit prefers refrigerators and appears every day; he's already accustomed to it now.
"Here."
Amamiya Natsuki sat down beside Miko and handed her the ice cream. "The weather is gradually getting warmer."
"The rainy season will be over soon." Miko took the ice cream, took a gentle bite, her eyes curving slightly, and looked over curiously. "What did you all experience in that dungeon yesterday?"
Although she didn't dare to enter the dungeon, her curiosity was no less.
Amamiya Natsuki summarized:
"We brought hope and vitality back to the lifeless Miroku Hospital."
"Eh?" Miko tilted her head, looking over. "Tell me in detail."
"…"
Yesterday, he only briefly mentioned safely clearing the dungeon to Miko via message, without going into much detail about the process.
Now that he had free time, Amamiya Natsuki meticulously recounted the entire dungeon clearing process.
Miko extended her delicate pink tongue, gently licked the ice cream, and concluded:
"The game is indeed very dangerous."
At this moment, the doorbell suddenly rang.
"It should be the delivery." Amamiya Natsuki got up to open the door.
Soon after, he came in carrying a large cardboard box.
"Such a big box…" Miko asked curiously, "What did you buy?"
Amamiya Natsuki said:
"A 65-inch Sony television."
"Eh?" Miko tilted her head in confusion, asking, "Your TV clearly still works, why suddenly buy a new one?"
"I have a friend who really likes TV shows; this is a gift I promised her." Amamiya Natsuki placed the TV in the corner and looked at Miko. "I'll introduce her to you tonight."
Miko pursed her pink lips, suddenly feeling something was off.
Introducing a friend to me in the middle of the night… Is your friend decent?
Soon after, the doorbell rang again.
Amamiya Natsuki got up to open the door and carried in another wooden briefcase.
Miko was extremely curious: "What's inside this time?"
Amamiya Natsuki said earnestly:
"It's a national-level entertainment tool, even more popular than baseball and soccer."
"Impossible." Miko instinctively didn't believe him. "There's an activity more popular than baseball and soccer?"
"You'll know once you see it." Amamiya Natsuki opened the box.
Miko looked over curiously, and her eyes quickly widened: "…Eh?! It's mahjong?!"
Amamiya Natsuki said: "You tell me, between mahjong and soccer, which one has more players?"
"Why did you suddenly buy mahjong?" Miko crossed her arms over her chest, looking at him speechlessly. "You need four people to play, right?"
"It's a secret," Amamiya Natsuki said. "You'll find out tonight."
"…"
Miko felt increasingly uneasy, biting her lip lightly: "I'm not coming over tonight."
Amamiya Natsuki smiled and said:
"Check under your bed, in your closet, under your desk, and in the cupboard before you go to sleep, and you'll come over."
Miko glared at him irritably: "…Get out of here!"
Amamiya Natsuki returned to the sofa and sat down, casually asking:
"When is Auntie coming back tonight?"
Miko thought for a moment and said:
"Today is the weekend, so Mom will be busier. Probably around 8:30 PM."
"Then let's eat together tonight," Amamiya Natsuki said. "The ingredients have already been bought and are in the kitchen. You and Kyosuke can eat before you go back."
"Okay."
Miko didn't refuse; she often ate at Amamiya Natsuki's house before. As childhood friends, they weren't so particular.
Amamiya Natsuki added:
"At 10:30 PM, after Auntie falls asleep, come over. I'll introduce you to a new friend. With me here, there's no need to be scared."
Miko: "…"
Your new friend really isn't a decent person, is he!
In a blink of an eye, it was 10:30 PM.
Miko, dressed in her pajamas, quietly snuck over.
She had no choice.
Another Evil Spirit had appeared in her room, staring intently at her, making it impossible to sleep.
Miko walked over and sat on the sofa, watching a late-night drama with Amamiya Natsuki. Time unknowingly slipped away until midnight.
Slam.
Mrs. Shimizu threw her phone down: "Finally, we can enter the Theater."
Miko, already sleepy and yawning, was startled by Mrs. Shimizu and immediately woke up.
Amamiya Natsuki moved the TV and the mahjong set close to them, then took out the Theater card and said:
"First, let's set a rule… What do you all say?"
Mrs. Shimizu raised her right hand and said:
"We definitely have to play mahjong together, otherwise let's set a rule related to mahjong… like the loser has to take off a piece of clothing?"
"Wait, wait a minute!" Miko's pretty face flushed, and she covered her chest with both hands, unable to help but exclaim, "That kind of rule is too terrible!"
Mrs. Shimizu looked over with a smile and said:
"You'll get used to it. Miko-chan, the first time you entered the Theater, the rule was to take off your clothes, right?"
"I can't get used to it at all!" Miko heard this and couldn't help but glare at Amamiya Natsuki, her pretty face flushed as she retorted, "That kind of rule is too strange, I don't want it!"
"Oh, what a pity…" Mrs. Shimizu's eyes shifted, looking at Amamiya Natsuki. "What do you say, Natsuki-kun?"
Amamiya Natsuki's expression didn't change: "True warriors never fear challenges."
"Pfft!"
Miko spat lightly.
Easy for him to say, he clearly wants to play that lewd mahjong game where the loser takes off clothes, right!
"Since Miko-chan is unwilling, then forget it," Mrs. Shimizu said with regret. "I'm very interested in the face under Miss Sadako's hair. How about we set the rule that whoever loses the mahjong game has to tie up their hair?"
"Sa-Sadako?!"
Miko's body stiffened, her eyes widening in disbelief.
"Don't be afraid," Amamiya Natsuki said from the side. "It's not the Sadako you're thinking of."
"..."
Miko stiffly turned her head, glanced at the TV, then turned to leave: "Goodbye, I'm going home."
"Don't go, if you leave, we won't have enough players for a mahjong game," Amamiya Natsuki pulled Miko back.
"Isn't there still Alice?"
"Refuse gambling, starting from an elementary school student."
"..."
A moment later.
Amamiya Natsuki shook his head and said, "The rule setting failed; it cannot be established."
"Eh, what's going on?" Miko looked over in confusion.
"It should be that it doesn't satisfy the inherent logic of the rule setting..." Mrs. Shimizu extended a finger and analyzed, "The person who wins mahjong can get taste enhancement, but the person who loses only needs to comb their hair... Combing hair isn't an equivalent punishment, is it?"
Amamiya Natsuki nodded and said:
"That should be it."
Mrs. Shimizu smiled and said:
"How about the loser takes off their clothes instead?"
"I refuse." Miko covered her chest with both hands, her pretty face slightly red, and quickly said, "I'd rather do push-ups."
As a female high school student, in front of a mature lady whose daughter had already grown up, she was no match at all.
"Then let's set it so that the loser not only has to comb their hair but also do push-ups..." Amamiya Natsuki reset the rules and quickly said, "Setting successful."
The next second.
A brilliant purple light burst from the pumpkin lamp, and the eerie purple flames swept through the entire house like a tide.
The entire world suddenly transformed, and the Theater opened.
"Master, welcome back."
A small elementary school student in a maid outfit happily ran over to greet him.
Amamiya Natsuki patted Alice's small head and smiled, "Your master is back."
"Don't talk nonsense." Miko glared at him, handed over the shopping bag in her hand, and said softly, "Alice, I bought a bag of snacks for you."
The elementary school student didn't take it, instead tilting her small face up and looking eagerly at Amamiya Natsuki.
"Take it."
Only when Amamiya Natsuki spoke did the elementary school student timidly accept the snacks, then quietly thanked him.
"Alice, have you seen a big sister wearing a white dress with her hair covering her face?" Amamiya Natsuki lowered his head to ask the match-selling elementary school student.
The maid elementary school student hugged the snacks to her chest with both hands and nodded:
"I saw her. That sister is in Employee Room Two. After she entered the room, I haven't seen her come out again."
After all, she's a shut-in, so it's normal for her not to go out.
Amamiya Natsuki led the way and said:
"Let's go, let's give Miss Sadako a gift."
"..."
Passing through the hallway, they arrived at the employee lounge area.
There was nothing on the door of Employee Room Two originally, but at this moment, a Miss Sadako's employee badge appeared, clearly indicating that the employee relationship had been established.
Knock knock knock.
Amamiya Natsuki raised his hand and knocked on the door. He originally thought Miss Sadako wouldn't open the door voluntarily, but to his surprise, the door actually opened on its own.
Miko's eyes widened, and she held her breath, looking inside, wanting to catch a glimpse of Miss Sadako's true appearance.
There was no light on in the room, only a deep gloom.
As the door silently opened, a pale white emerged from the darkness, eerily appearing in their line of sight.
It was a white dress.
Miko held her breath, her gaze moving upwards, the white quickly replaced by boundless black.
That was black hair.
Hair that hung down to her stomach, completely covering her entire face.
"…Liar!"
Miko's heart inconveniently started beating faster, and she nervously took half a step back.
He said it wasn't the Sadako she was thinking of, but she looked exactly like the Sadako from the movie!
As Miko exuded fear, Miss Sadako, like a shark smelling blood, instinctively began to move.
The originally bright lights suddenly dimmed, decaying mold spots appeared on the walls, and even eerie gasping sounds faintly echoed in the air...
Slap!
Amamiya Natsuki slapped the back of Miss Sadako's outstretched hand, and the strange phenomena around them immediately vanished, as if everything just now had been an illusion.
"Stand still," Amamiya Natsuki commanded. "Put your hand back."
"..."
Miss Sadako reluctantly withdrew her hands and stood properly at the doorway.
Amamiya Natsuki turned his head, looked at Miko, who was gripping his clothes tightly and whose face had turned pale with fright, and explained:
"This is a new employee I recruited from the dungeon, Miss Sadako. Her ability is fear detection. The more afraid you are, the stronger Miss Sadako becomes, and she can also materialize your inner fears, thereby affecting reality..."
Miko's eyes widened at his words, and she couldn't help but exclaim:
"Isn't that super scary!"
"Don't panic, I haven't finished yet." Amamiya Natsuki patted Miko's head. "Miss Sadako actually has social anxiety."
"Eh?"
"And after her hair is combed up, her face is super cute, she could even be an idol."
Miko: "…"
Entering the room.
Amamiya Natsuki turned on the lights, then handed over the gift in his hand: "Here, the TV I promised you."
Miss Sadako's black hair swayed slightly. After eagerly tearing open the cardboard box, her movements suddenly stopped.
Even through her black hair, Amamiya Natsuki could feel Miss Sadako's resentful gaze.
"What's wrong with you?"
Amamiya Natsuki raised an eyebrow, puzzled.
A faint voice sounded, Miss Sadako's voice was aggrieved, her tone resentful:
"Not... TV..."
Don't talk nonsense if you don't know what you're talking about, it's clearly a TV!
Miko quietly poked Amamiya Natsuki's arm and whispered:
"The TV she's talking about, could it be an old-fashioned desktop model? She might not recognize this kind of LCD TV."
"Very likely." Amamiya Natsuki nodded in sudden understanding. "Technology is advancing with each passing day. When Miss Sadako was active, everyone was still watching movies on videotapes. Now, videotapes have long become dust in the annals of time."
"Indeed," Mrs. Shimizu said with emotion, sighing softly. "When I was still alive, everyone used feature phones like Nokia, which could be used to crack walnuts. At that time, students' entertainment activities were arcade games and pachinko... Time passes so quickly, and in the blink of an eye, one becomes outdated."
Amamiya Natsuki took out the TV, plugged it in, and then turned it on, saying:
"This is the latest model of TV. Come over and see if it works."
When buying the TV, considering there was no signal in the Theater, Amamiya Natsuki specifically bought a DVD player as well... This thing also became a tear of the times.
He casually selected a disc movie, it was the latest One Piece Theater version, the story of Red-Haired Shanks and his daughter. The bright and vivid picture instantly attracted Miss Sadako's attention.
Miss Sadako walked up to the TV, extended her right hand, and carefully pressed a finger on the TV. The screen image suddenly froze, then the screen distorted and rippled, and an ancient well appeared within it.
Seeing the ancient well, Miss Sadako immediately became excited, happily drilling into the TV. Her body quickly disappeared into it, and he didn't know what principle was at work.
"What a pity."
Amamiya Natsuki suddenly felt some regret.
If he had known, he should have bought a smaller TV. With such a large screen, Miss Sadako wouldn't get stuck, so she naturally couldn't help.
Knock knock knock.
Amamiya Natsuki raised his hand and knocked on the TV, shouting:
"Come out and play mahjong!"
Miss Sadako crawled out of the TV again.
Watching the black hair spread out from the TV, Miko took half a step back, unable to help but complain in her heart:
"There's no difference at all from that scary Sadako in the movie!"
A moment later.
Clatter clatter.
The sound of mahjong tiles being shuffled echoed in the room.
Miko looked at Miss Sadako sitting opposite her, feeling a little doubtful about life.
You're a Sadako, how are you so skilled at mahjong?
"I must win." Mrs. Shimizu, who had been eating ever since entering the room, finally spoke. She clasped her hands together and said pitifully, "Miko-chan, please, I want to experience the joy of taste enhancement."
Miko hesitated: "Is cheating okay?"
Mrs. Shimizu said self-righteously: "You didn't secretly switch cards, you just played your own hand, how can that be considered cheating?"
"…Alright then."
Miko nodded in agreement.
Although she was also curious about what taste enhancement felt like, she wasn't in a hurry. The night was still long, and she would eventually get to experience it.
Slap.
Amamiya Natsuki took out a comb and placed it on the table.
Miss Sadako stopped shuffling the mahjong tiles and looked over nervously.
"Don't be afraid," Amamiya Natsuki smiled. "I won't force you to comb your hair, it's just for emergencies."
"..."
The mahjong game began.
With Miko's cooperation, Mrs. Shimizu successfully won the first round.
"I won!" Mrs. Shimizu smiled radiantly, picked up a bottle of yogurt nearby, took a gentle sip, and quickly let out a soft moan, "...It's really super delicious!"
"Ah, I lost."
Miko pushed her mahjong tiles away, not caring about winning or losing.
It was just combing hair and doing push-ups. Losing was losing, what was the big deal?
Several minutes later, Miko realized what regret meant.
"My body is out of control."
Amamiya Natsuki suddenly reached out, picked up the comb from the table, combed his hair into a middle part, then stood up and did ten push-ups in one go on the floor nearby.
After the punishment ended, the next person to be punished was Sadako.
Under the rules, all beings are equal, and Sadako could not resist. She trembled as she reached for the comb, and then, under the control of the rules, began to comb her hair.
As the middle part fell, the thick black hair that had been covering her face finally spread to both sides, revealing Sadako's true appearance.
Her skin was like congealed cream, her eyes like autumn water, her cheeks and nose like jade, and she even had a faint baby fat on her face.
Because her body was controlled by the rules and her hair was forcibly combed open, Sadako's eyes were still full of panic, which made one instinctively feel a desire to protect her.
"So, so cute," Miko murmured, her eyes wide. "She's so cute, there's no problem with her becoming an idol."
Miko suddenly understood why Sadako had to cover her face with black hair.
In this world where being cute is enough, even if you're a pervert, such a cute Sadako couldn't scare anyone. She might even be in danger of getting pregnant!
Wait... Kaidan aren't humans, so even without safety measures, they don't need to worry about having babies, right?
"She is indeed very cute," Mrs. Shimizu commented while elegantly eating snacks. "As cute as Kaguya-chan."
At the same time.
After combing her hair, Sadako, under the dominion of the rules, got up and walked to the side, beginning to do push-ups.
Amamiya Natsuki merely glanced over, and his gaze was immediately drawn by a mysterious gravitational force, unable to move away.
As everyone knows, kaidan are not human, so they naturally don't have the habit of wearing underwear.
When Sadako started doing push-ups, the slime that instantly killed humans could no longer be hidden.
"Too, too exaggerated!"
Miko's eyes widened, feeling a dizzy spell.
She had been completely covered by black hair before, so she had no chance to see. Only now did Miko realize what it meant to be exceptionally gifted, what it meant to look at a mountain range from the side and see peaks, with different heights and distances.
What was going on with those northern and southern hemispheres that occupied her entire vision and kept touching the ground?
You are Sadako, why do you have such a vulgar figure!
"Cough, I'll have to retract what I just said..." Even Mrs. Shimizu stopped eating, lightly coughing as she said, "Kaguya-chan will never be able to compare in this lifetime."
It wasn't that the mother was boosting others' morale and diminishing her daughter's prestige; it was simply a chasm-like gap, and she couldn't deceive herself.
"Natsuki, close your eyes!"
Miko's eyes darted, glaring at Amamiya Natsuki with embarrassment.
Amamiya Natsuki said innocently:
"The push-up rule, you were the one who proposed it, right?"
Miko puffed out her pink cheeks: "You're still looking!"
Speak with a clear conscience, Sadako doing push-ups, not just boys, even you girls can't take your eyes off her, can you!
Ten push-ups weren't many, and Sadako quickly sat up, covering her chest with one hand, and using the other to comb her hair, her gaze resentful as she looked at Amamiya Natsuki, saying faintly:
"Just now... why?"
"It's the rule," Amamiya Natsuki said without changing his expression. "As long as we play mahjong, the loser will be punished by the rules. Do you want to continue playing?"
Sadako hesitated for a few seconds, then replied faintly: "...I want to play."
After experiencing the joy of mahjong, she couldn't stop at all.
"No rush," Amamiya Natsuki said. "Wait until Miko finishes her punishment."
"Eh?"
Miko was startled, then remembered that she hadn't been punished yet.
Just as she was about to run away, her right hand involuntarily reached out, picked up the comb, and began to comb her hair.
Soon, she finished combing her hair, then got up and went to the side to do push-ups.
"Oh no, oh no, oh no..."
Miko's pretty face quickly flushed red. She wanted to struggle, but unfortunately, she couldn't control her body at all.
When she came over, she thought it was just a normal sleepover and had no idea that what was happening now would occur... No girl would wear underwear when sleeping, right?
She had just been laughing at Sadako, and now it was her turn.
"Stop, stop..."
Miko cried out in her heart.
But it was no use.
Under the dominion of the rules, her arms quickly propped her up on the ground, assuming a standard push-up posture. Miko could only bite her lip, her pretty face almost dripping blood, as she shouted in embarrassment:
"You, you're still looking! Close your eyes quickly!"
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