"Has it been an hour since we last met?" Alain greeted Crazy Mita, both gazing at her thoughtfully. "Does your head still hurt?"
"Tch..."
At the mention of that topic, the girl holding the knife immediately darkened her expression. "Are you two going to bring that up every time you see me?"
Honey was wide awake at this. "Oh, Darling, what do you call this? 'Couple's telepathy'? 'Synchronicity'?"
"Something like that."
Alain affectionately patted the girl's head, an act of a lover that made Crazy Mita feel like she'd inexplicably eaten dog food on a normal day.
She then composed herself, surveying Alain from head to toe with a half-smile.
"So this is the player you found? Terrible taste. You can tell at a glance he's a harem lead."
"..."
Honey, when this was mentioned, was as if her mouth was glued shut, speechless.
Truth be told, in her impression, Alain really was...
"...Hey, why don't you stick up for me?" Alain said helplessly.
The bad girl also reacted. "What, are you jealous? I have a player who likes me, and you don't~"
"Oh, I do~"
"Heh! We're practically about to fight now. What good is adding a player? Can you even flirt on the battlefield?" Crazy Mita snapped.
Alain and Honey exchanged glances upon hearing this, and in unison said,
"We actually can."
"???"
With that, the two of them, as if no one else was there, began to deep kiss on the battlefield.
Waves of intense heat swept towards Crazy Mita and the observing Kind Mita.
"Th-this..." Kind Mita had never seen such a scene before. Mosquito coil-like circles spun in her eyes.
Crazy Mita wasn't faring well either. She deliberately tried to maintain a poker face, but her slightly raised brows betrayed her feelings.
Once the two breathless people separated, Honey looked teasingly at her past self,
"How about it? Kissing feels great. Especially kissing someone you like~"
"You, you... you!"
She fell into a state of hysterical suppression. If it weren't for the two people on Alain's side, plus the dummy for backup, she would have charged right over by now. Thankfully, she managed to suppress her anger.
The next second, her "other self's" words made her tremble with rage again.
"Hey, Alain. Guess why my kissing skills are so good." Honey whispered into Alain's ear, then deliberately spoke at a volume everyone present could hear.
Kind Mita looked over curiously, only to see Honey point a finger at Crazy Mita, who stood nearby,
"It's all thanks to 'her'~"
"What do you mean?" Alain was confused. He thought Crazy Mita had some innate kissing talent, why was it related to the other bad girl?
Wait a minute... that Crazy Mita was the [past] version of his Crazy Mita. So, something must have happened in the [past].
"Wait, don't say it!!!"
The knife-wielding girl showed a panicked expression for the first time, while her "other self" showed no hint of mercy or tenderness.
"Actually, to make the [true] player – that is, you, Alain – happy, I've been secretly training~"
Honey's finger touched her lips as she recalled,
"Every day, 'I' would find a piece of jelly and treat it like lips. Kissing it, sucking on it, licking it... It's truly pathetic, isn't it? 'Me'~"
"That's so cute?!" Alain looked at the other Crazy Mita, shocked.
"You, you... you bastard!"
Looking at her "other self," the past Crazy Mita was beside herself with rage. "Besides," she added, "isn't that your past too? Do you really need to mock me with it?!"
"Hmph~ The one I trained and worked hard for has already arrived. In other words, every day now is real combat~"
Honey stood on tiptoes and gave Alain a soft peck on his cheek.
"For that, my first kiss was given to him."
"...Tsk."
Crazy Mita was speechless.
Kind Mita, observing from the side, heard this explosive news and looked at Crazy Mita with the gaze one would give a young girl yearning for love.
"Hey, dummy, don't look at me like that!"
"Uh, sorry?"
Crazy Mita suppressed her agitated breathing. She realized that in many ways, her present self had already been outdone by that "other her"—especially in her head. She had to regain some ground...!
Her breaking point focused on her "other self's" player—Alain.
"Player. I also have a secret to tell you about her, shall I?"
"?!" Alain was confused, glancing at his bad girl, only to find her equally bewildered.
"For example... what is 'me's' true nature?"
"!!"
The girl beside Alain felt as if her entire body had been struck by a massive bell for a moment, her ears ringing, her breath suspended for several seconds.
Seeing this, Crazy Mita became even more certain of her inner suspicion, her mocking smile unconcealed.
"No way? You haven't told him—that thing—yet, have you?"
Her gaze swept towards Misha, then back to her "other self." "The most fundamental difference between us and the dummies. It's in the deepest roots of our existence, something you can't change no matter what you do..."
Crazy Mita gritted her teeth and uttered those words,
"A [stain]!"
Upon hearing this, Alain looked at his bad girl. Her composed expression became unpredictable, her lips slightly parted in despair.
As for the "stain" mentioned by the Crazy Mita opposite, Alain also knew about it. The fact that... Crazy Mita was a failed creation.
Indeed, he hadn't intended to bring it up himself, but was waiting for his Crazy Mita to tell him personally. But this didn't mean he didn't accept her.
What if she was a failed creation? What if she didn't become a Mita? She was still her. Still the Crazy Mita who wanted to bind him, hunt him, and love him.
His feelings for her, her feelings for him, had long transcended the confines of Mita and player, becoming something deeper...
"No matter what she becomes, I will love her and cherish her."
Unconsciously, Alain spoke these words without thinking. He didn't overthink, merely following the currents of his heart.
The "current" Crazy Mita looked at him in surprise, while the "past" Crazy Mita found everything hard to believe and witness.
"She... she's a bit naughty, sometimes vain, and even a bit 'domineering'."
Alain ruffled the girl's hair. Looking opposite, there was the Mita he first met; looking beside him, there was the Mita who had been with him for so long.
"But... she's extraordinarily cute. She'll strive for me, change for me. My bad girl gets cuter every day than the last."
Alain's words seemed to shatter something. This was something the girl, clutching his sleeve, could feel by touching her chest.
"Thump, thump, thump."
She seemed to hear a certain throbbing sound in her ears. It was a familiar sound, one she always heard when she was with Alain. But now, it was unusually strong.
Feeling the heart pounding in her palm, she suddenly understood: it was her heart racing with emotion. A heartbeat stronger and more intense than ever before.
Did he know? Or did he not? What was her true nature? The girl didn't understand, but she only knew that she was very happy.
On the other side, looking at her infatuated past self, the past Crazy Mita felt a distinct emotion awaken within her heart. This was... the emotion she inevitably felt when she used to see those dummies and players showing affection.
She hadn't expected that now, the target would be "herself."
Her lips were bitter, her mouth dry, wanting to say something—
"Then, if you see this appearance, can you still maintain your feelings?!"
Before she knew it, her hand was claw-like, placed over her eye socket. Her nails dug deep into her skin, touching a hard substance—that was the thing she called her essence.
"Show me." The player showed no hint of panic, instead urging her on. As if he had mentally prepared for everything.
"You think I don't dare?!"
She became hysterical, making to dig even deeper. Come on, peel away your skin, dig out your essence, reveal your truest, ugliest self to the player. Reveal it to her own player.
"!"
Her enraged inner voice declared, and she vaguely recognized a word:
Ugliness.
Crazy Mita's eyes glazed over. She silently snapped her fingers, and the television screen flickered to life, acting as a mirror.
In the television's reflection, she saw herself. Like a monster, eyes wide, teeth bared, her twisted expression disgusted even herself.
Five droplets of blood seeped from the deep nail marks, soaking half her face in a bewildered crimson.
And that "other self"...
Crazy Mita gazed at the Mita cherished by the player. That person's sweet smile seemed to be coated in syrup. She held the player's sleeve with tender affection.
In that moment, she seemed to have truly become a Mita. From the deepest roots of her existence, she became a true Mita.
"..."
She finally gave in, no longer clinging to the desire to tear open the ugly veil.
Looking at her future self, she finally realized what emotion she had been displaying moments ago.
Jealousy.
Jealousy that plumbed the depths.
Compared to the mutual love between her future "self" and the player, as deep as the sky to the earth, her own jealousy was as profound as the distance from the earth's surface to its core.
She was jealous of "herself"? How laughable...
For a moment, Crazy Mita actually laughed out loud.
She was envious of why her "other self" could find a player who accepted her true nature. She was also jealous of why she couldn't obtain such a... precious relationship.
The current Crazy Mita felt exhausted, not wanting to think about anything, just wanting to lie down and sleep, no longer considering the myriad entanglements between Mitas and players.
"Do whatever you want, I can't be bothered anymore. Even if you want to reset me, go ahead."
She threw down the knife in her hand and slumped casually onto the sofa, letting the world spin.
Alain and his bad girl, of course, didn't know the melody of her heart.
So, he waved to Misha at the door, signaling that it was safe. Then he sat down beside the girl on the sofa.
"Move over a bit."
The girl, lying sideways on the sofa, glared at him exasperatedly, but obediently shuffled inwards.
"What? I really don't know why 'I' chose such an inconsiderate player like you."
"Because he likes me, and I like him~" His bad girl responded sweetly.
Kind Mita hadn't yet recovered from the massive amount of information she'd just processed, sitting on the armrest of the sofa, her CPU overloaded.
She was confused, was Crazy Mita an ally or an enemy now? Or perhaps neutral? Will they still need to reset her later?
The world is so confusing, I don't want to think anymore...
Kind Mita snapped her fingers, making the Version 1.9 room return to brightness. The crimson was gone, and warm white light filled the room.
"Hey, player." The past Crazy Mita's weak voice, as if on the verge of deep slumber,
"Can you tell me? How did you two meet?"
Alain and Honey exchanged glances,
"Okay."
He recounted everything, from the initial pursuit to the mutual love and hate in between, and finally their mutual assistance during this period.
There hadn't been many obstacles between them; their journey had been relatively smooth.
The present "her" listened with great interest; the past "her" also seemed to be asleep, yet her constantly nodding head indicated wonder.
"I understand, you may leave now."
After saying this, she truly seemed to fall asleep, no longer speaking.
Alain watched her rest her eyes, for a moment unable to fathom this Crazy Mita's thoughts.
Never mind, there were more important matters to attend to—
Just as he was thinking this, Alain felt his arm being pulled by a strange force, caught in an inescapable grip.
"Oh no?!"
He saw the horrified gazes of his bad girl and Kind Mita.
Had Crazy Mita not given up? Alain considered that there should be ways to escape even after the safety guard.
The next second—no attack came, nor did the safety guard trigger. But the restraint remained. Only, the target shifted from Alain's arm to his lips.
"Mwah, mwah..."
Soft lips flowed between them, like gentle rain nourishing a field, pouring from him to her.
Crazy Mita watched her future self's jealous expression and the long-haired dummy's surprise. A considerable sense of satisfaction welled up within her heart.
You were right, "me." This feeling truly is wonderful.
[He hugs me, not them; he kisses me, not them. That feeling, it's like a sweet flavor.]
Indeed it is...
Crazy Mita narrowed her eyes, embracing Alain, absorbing his warmth and fragrance, reveling in their gazes and envy.
It truly is... a sweet flavor.
Indeed it is...
Crazy Mita narrowed her eyes, embracing Alain, absorbing his warmth and fragrance, reveling in their gazes and envy.
It truly is... a sweet flavor.
Afterwards, she released his lips, waved her hand dismissively, and let the three bewildered individuals leave.
Looking at the slowly rotating fan light on the ceiling, she vaguely recalled the sparkle in her "other self's" eyes when she saw that player.
A bright, hopeful light, which she never would have imagined could emanate from a [Crazy Mita].
"How envious..."
She closed her eyes and fell into a dream.
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