Chapter 85-86 – Preparations – 5
Yung listened to my words, and her face was clouded with deep contemplation for a moment. Then, without hesitation, she quickly began drafting a contract.
When I asked why she was doing that, she replied, "Well, it seems you have at least a firm grasp of this coin. You seem to understand its true essence."
I nodded in agreement, and with that, our contract was sealed.
"Shall we wrap up the boring business talk here?"
"Aah… Y-yes!"
I put the signed contract into the bag I had prepared beforehand and then tried to continue with small talk.
"No, I mean, that part is all meaningless—!"
"I—if you think about it that way, then here too…!"
Miharu-san told me that Yung wanted to overcome her fear of men. I was trying my best to keep the conversation going by talking about familiar topics.
Of course, that familiar topic was anime.
I was really glad I had watched that old anime my senior had recommended when I was just a private.
After a while, Yung asked, "U-um, would you, would you like to come into my room?"
"Your room?"
"Y-yes… I have some figures there…"
During our discussion about otaku culture, the topic of figures came up. Yung asked if I wanted to see them.
I hesitated for a moment, wondering if it was really okay, before glancing at Miharu-san.
-Nod.
Miharu-san nodded. She was signaling that it was fine.
"Then, shall we take a quick look?"
To be honest, I was curious about the figure with the detailed panty lines that Yung had mentioned.
Anyway, Yung's room, which I entered, was… how should I put it?
'Wow… it's a total mess.'
It was exactly what you would call an okatu.
'Even when I was a shut-in before I possessed this body, it wasn't this bad.'
Looking at the state of the room, I glanced at Miharu-san with a look that said, 'Don't tell me you didn't clean this place even though you were paid to?'
She looked back at me, appearing wronged.
"I—I tried to clean it too. But she said I couldn't…"
It seemed this was Yung's own sanctuary that even Miharu-san couldn't enter.
Sadly, it seemed that Yung wasn't proud of her own sanctuary.
"I, I usually clean it myself!"
Judging by how red her face was as she said that, it seemed she didn't usually clean it at all.
As I briefly looked around the okatu-like room, I noticed a familiar screen.
No. To be precise, it was something I had a love-hate relationship with.
[Sub Episode: Save the Wounded Reclusive Okatu!]
It was a sub-episode.
'Wait, a sub-episode is appearing here?'
Why did I have a love-hate relationship with sub-episodes? The reason was simple.
It was the damn system that had prevented my first time in Takuya's body.
Of course, it wasn't completely useless. It had helped me get laid before. But now, I had hypnosis.
Why bother with a system that forced me to fulfill certain conditions to sleep with women I could already seduce with a single "click"?
'Is there even a need to use this?'
That's why, as soon as I saw the sub-episode screen, I was about to press the decline button.
[Reward: You can see the ■■ of a coin and a certain stock.]
But just as I was about to decline, another screen popped up. Seeing it, I couldn't help but smile.
'Right. It was a mission with those typical ridiculous sex-related conditions. There was no way it wouldn't have a reward!'
The problem was that the exact details weren't revealed.
'I don't know what that ■■ is, but as long as it mentions coin and stock, I shouldn't lose out.'
At least, if coins and stocks were involved, I wouldn't be at a disadvantage. After hesitating for a moment, I pressed the confirm button on the sub-episode screen.
To be honest, I was curious about what would happen if I cleared it.
'By the way, if I have to save her, how do I even do that?'
'Hmm… Do I just… get laid with her?'
'No. No matter what, that can't be it.'
As I entertained such strange thoughts, a memory of Hanaya came to mind.
'Ah. Come to think of it, there was usually a tip window that appeared, wasn't there? It's not showing up this time?'
'Could it be that this time, I'd have to figure it out on my own?'
'Ah. That's a bummer.'
While I was thinking about how to clear the sub-episode,
Yung was trying her best to hide her flushed face. She walked past the pile of trash toward the place where the figures were.
I was putting aside my thoughts about how to clear the episode and wondering how to get in there when a sudden accident occurred.
"Kyaa!"
Yung stumbled and fell as she stepped through the trash, as if she had stepped on something wrong. Behind her was a pile of trash that looked quite hard.
Fortunately, she quickly grabbed the clothes rack behind her, preventing herself from falling directly onto the heap. But the real problem was something else.
As she fell, her clothes got caught on the rack, pulling them up and exposing her upper body.
'Is it because her bra was showing?'
If she had only been wearing a bra, it wouldn't have been a big deal. It would have been just an accident, and only her underwear would have been visible. But compared to what I was seeing now, that would have been nothing.
'When I first saw her, I thought she was a timid, Bocchi-like girl… but she's actually quite bold…'
That's because…
"H-huet?"
Instead of a bra, Yung h was wearing nipple covers on her breasts.
'Nipple covers… I've only ever seen those in manga…'
I was completely speechless at the shocking fashion I had never seen before, either before or after possessing this body.
Fortunately—or unfortunately—my stunned stare only lasted a moment.
Miharu-san noticed Yung's state and quickly covered my eyes, saying, "T-Takuya! I'll take care of it, so please go outside quickly!"
At her words, I came to my senses and hurriedly left the room.
Squeak…!
Thud…!
The door closed, leaving the room in silence for a moment. After a while, I could hear Yung crying along with Miharu-san's gentle voice trying to comfort her. When I heard those sounds, I couldn't help but sigh.
"Haa…"
No. To be precise, it was because of the screen in front of my eyes.
'I thought it was a rare day when things were going well.'
[TIP 1. Listening to her story will bring you closer to saving her.]
It seemed like it was just a day of bad luck.
…
…
It was about an hour later when Miharu-san finally came out. She carefully closed Yung's door behind her and stepped into the living room.
I handed her a cold glass of water as she came out and immediately asked about Yung's condition.
"I hope she isn't traumatized because of me."
To be honest, it probably wasn't entirely my fault. Still, it could be traumatic for Hrt, who was already afraid of men.
Miharu-san looked surprised for a moment at my words, then smiled and said, "She is fine. Actually, she said she wanted to apologize to you and asked you to come into the room."
"Apologize?"
'No. It was just an accident. Why would she apologize? And if you think about it, I was the one who got a good view, right?'
When I looked confused, Miharu-san simply asked me to go into the room without saying anything else. So, I entered the room as she had asked.
All I could hear was Yung sobbing under the blanket on the bed.
'Man, this is so awkward.'
I just stood there. I was overwhelmed by her crying sound. I was feeling the awkwardness fill the room. Honestly, after witnessing such a shocking scene, feeling awkward was inevitable.
I lingered there for a while, then decided to gather some confidence.
'Right. I didn't do anything wrong (probably)! I had nothing to be ashamed of! Why should I feel intimidated?'
'Let's be confident. If I'm awkward, the other person will be even more awkward.'
Thinking that, I walked toward the bed where Yung was hidden under the blanket.
Thump…!
I sat down on the edge of the bed next to her. I did this to show her that I wasn't uncomfortable, even in this situation.
Fortunately, my attempt seemed to work, as her sobbing subsided a little. After a moment, Yung apologized to me.
"Hic… I—I'm sorry. For showing you such an unsightly side of me…"
"No. It's okay. It wasn't really your fault. It was just an accident."
At my consultation, she shook her head and murmured, "E-ever since before, I've always been like this… I've always been hated…"
"Who would hate you for an accident like this?"
This incident was just a simple accident. It wasn't anyone's fault. But her reaction to something so minor was honestly a little strange.
My question was answered by Yung's next words.
"T-the truth is, I have a lucky pervert constitution…"
'Lucky pervert?'
It was a term used for the cliché in anime where the male protagonist accidentally falls on the heroine's chest or sees her panties.
I asked her why she suddenly brought up the term lucky pervert.
"No. Why is that?"
"W-well…"
At my question, Yung began to tell her past story.
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