Half an hour later.
[You gained a special experience. Knowledge attribute +5]
Kita held her chest.
Remembering how the three of them tangled together in the simulated night of passion just now, she took several deep breaths.
"Ryo-senpai , you were amazing."
How did she even do it?
All the way through, enjoying everything with a blank face.
She even had the leisure to mock her husband, telling him to put more effort into it and asking if he had eaten yet.
Though in the second half of the night she cried out loud, clutching the sheets and begging desperately, at least for the first half, Ryo-senpai had been incredibly brave.
Compared to that.
Kita felt like she used up all her energy just trying to breathe.
After calming down, she continued checking the simulation.
[After the vacation ended, you returned to Japan.]
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[Once the three of you came back from overseas, life went back to normal.]
"Why didn't you bring me along?"
Hitori gnawed on her little hand, clearly displeased with the three of them.
She could be Toru's lover too.
After all, it was another version of herself suffering.
The real her only needed to enjoy the benefits.
Bocchi seethed.
She hated how useless she was, only able to watch her paper husband in the simulation rolling around in bed with other women, unable to do anything.
Even more terrifying was that it caused her a tiny flicker of excitement.
Hitori lay inside the closet and sighed.
Soon after, she perked up again.
Because...
Toru was coming to her house tomorrow as a guest, and this was her chance to turn everything around.
She must not miss it.
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[Time flew.]
[After the age of fifty, you no longer had the energy you once did.]
[You found a successor and began to follow your mentor's ways, passing down all that you had learned in your life.]
[In recent years, Ryo gave up writing fiction. The romance novels she had written became classics in the literary world. Many readers marveled that Teacher Yamada could write such heartfelt love stories and assumed she must live a blissful life.]
[Toru continued to work tirelessly for the future of humanity, solving many major problems in medical science.]
[Kitahara Suzune recently followed her father's path, entering the University of Tokyo's medical program and currently studying in graduate school.]
[Kitahara Amane just entered high school. In her rebellious phase, she began her operation to win over her father, but like her sister, she ended up with her butt spanked.]
The daughter still had not given up?
Kita thought that being this obsessed with her father was impressive in its own way.
[At sixty.]
[After Kitahara Amane graduated from university.]
[Your family moved to Karuizawa. It was perfect for retirement.]
[After years of high pressure work, Toru's health began to decline. He had suffered from asthma for a long time. When he was young, his vitality kept him going. Now, he was beginning to struggle.]
[With no other choice, your husband gave up medical research. He believed that as a doctor, he had already done everything he could in this life.]
[It was time to enjoy the rest of his days.]
[You all settled into peaceful retirement.]
[Your daughters often returned to visit.]
[Even though their father now had more white hair, Kitahara Suzune remained a complete father-con, always clamoring that she wanted to marry Papa.]
[Every time this happened, Ryo would step between them, stopping her daughter from stealing her man.]
[Then the younger daughter would fan the flames from the side, helping whichever one seemed to be losing.]
[Watching your husband being pulled back and forth by the three of them, you always laughed.]
[At seventy.]
[One day, your husband approached you and Ryo, asking if you wanted to live longer.]
[Both of you refused.]
[Neither of you doubted the truth of his words.]
[You simply felt that your lives had been filled with happiness and didn't need more time.]
[In limited time, finding as much happiness as possible might be the meaning of life.]
[At eighty.]
[Your legs grew weak, but thanks to technological progress, nothing was inconvenient.]
[In the mornings, you watched the sunrise together.]
[At dusk, as the sun set, you returned indoors and reminisced about the past.]
[There were too many memories. It seemed you would never finish telling them.]
[After decades together, you no longer cared about simple notions of romance. What bonded you was a love too deep to be described in words.]
[Your daughters were still thirty years younger and in good health.]
[Kitahara Suzune never married. Perhaps she spent too much time on medicine, or perhaps she never met the right man.]
[You once heard her describe the minimum requirement for a partner.]
[He must not be any worse than my father.]
[This was not difficult, just three Nobel Prizes in Medicine, maximum looks, extraordinary talent, and mastery of bass, photography, violin, and piano.]
[Unfortunately, she never found a second one in all these years.]
Kita was speechless.
With conditions like that.
If she found someone, that would be the real miracle.
[Your younger daughter Kitahara Amane also remained single. In recent years, she inherited your path and studied law.]
[She felt that men were not trustworthy, so...]
Did her orientation change?
[As expected, only Papa could be her marriage partner.]
Kita: O△O
Mom was almost in the ground.
And her daughter's obsession with her father still wasn't cured?
It seemed...
Having too perfect a father was not necessarily a good thing.
[Still young compared to you, your two daughters began to take care of you closely.]
[The first to pass away was you, who had spent your life fighting for women's marriage rights.]
[On a warm spring day, you died in Toru's arms.]
[From that day onward, your husband brought the bouquet he had always prepared for you to your grave every day.]
[He continued this for three years.]
[In the third year, Ryo, who was a year older than you, fell into eternal sleep. Your husband personally handled her funeral.]
[Just like that, he had one more bouquet to bring.]
[Afterward, Toru accompanied your daughters for another ten years.]
[Finally, under the gaze of both daughters, the man who had devoted his life to humanity's health passed away peacefully, satisfied and content.]
[His funeral was quiet and simple.]
[He left the world silently.]
[Like a single fallen leaf returning to the earth.]
[The Yangtze River flows eastward, its waves washing away the heroes.]
[Centuries from now, how will people judge this story?]
[Simulation complete.]
"It's over."
Kita felt a little melancholic.
The first half of this simulation had been normal. After she chose that strange option, the tone went bizarre.
Still, the latter half returned to normal again.
Overall...
Not bad?
"Maybe I should ask Kitahara-kun if he's free. We could go hang out."
Kita opened Line and sent a message.
Half an hour later.
Still no reply.
Wait, did I get blocked?