"She means what by this?"
Outside the entrance to the Aoyama apartment building, Sato frowned in some confusion as he looked at Yuuki Asuna.
A helpless expression appeared on Yuuki Asuna's face. She looked up into Sato's eyes and replied softly, "Even you yourself don't know, master. How could I possibly know?"
Sato was stunned for a moment before he came back to his senses.
That's right. Why did I go and ask Yuuki Asuna about this?
How careless of me.
With that thought, Sato looked at Yuuki Asuna apologetically and said, "Sorry."
Yuuki Asuna shook her head gently to show it was fine.
"Kosaka-sensei feels kind of strange somehow."
Sato shook his head while looking in the direction Kosaka Akane had left, then walked into the apartment building.
Yuuki Asuna watched Sato's back and let out a soft sigh. She murmured to herself, "You feel kind of strange too."
Not only strange, but also mysterious.
What kind of life was Sato living as by the title of Miyabi-sensei?
...
After dinner.
"Kanna, put the bowls and chopsticks in the kitchen after you finish eating. I'll wash them later."
"Mm!"
A childish voice answered from the living room, followed by Kanna saying, "Sato, I'm going to wash the dishes!"
"Hm?"
Sato, who had already finished eating and sat down in front of the computer desk, turned his head toward the living room in slight surprise. He called out to Kanna from afar, "You're going to wash the dishes?"
"Mm. It's homework the teacher assigned."
Kanna walked to the doorway of Sato's bedroom, her large azure eyes open wide as she spoke.
Homework?
Sato's heart stirred with interest as he asked, "Do you need my help?"
Kanna shook her head. "No need. I can do it. Sato, you can just focus on your own things."
Though he felt a small bit of worry in his heart, seeing Kanna's determined expression eased Sato's mind. A faint smile rose on his face. "Then go ahead on your own, Kanna. If you run into any problems, you can come find me anytime."
"Mm!"
Kanna nodded seriously.
After Kanna left, Sato took out the USB drive Kosaka Akane had given him and plugged it into the computer. He dragged the file labeled "Yosuga no Sora" onto the computer and began the installation.
Watching the progress bar showing the installation in progress, Sato suddenly stood up, walked to the door, and gently closed it.
It would be bad if Kanna saw some of the things inside.
He sat back down in his seat. Sato clicked open the game with some anticipation and watched the constantly changing images on the computer screen.
Until it finally settled on a scene beneath a blue sky, with a train moving through a field of sunflowers.
This was where the story began.
...
The files Kosaka Akane gave Sato contained both the all-ages and 18+ versions of "Yosuga no Sora." With the 18+ version available, who would bother looking at the all-ages one?
Since it was a galgame, the story and plot were especially important.
However, many games of this type these days had already devolved into nothing more than collections of H CGs, gradually losing their original characteristics.
In Sato's view, if a game only had H scenes and no story, it would be more enjoyable to just read doujinshi directly.
The first route was about the childhood friend and neighbor. A girl who had taken away Haru's virginity when they were children had actually made a move on such a young kid. Thinking about it, it really was envi-*cough rather detestable!
Sato sat in front of the computer desk for more than half an hour. His brows furrowed and relaxed, then furrowed again.
Without voice acting or BGM, the game's sense of immersion inevitably dropped quite a bit.
Even so, in terms of production quality, this work was definitely top-tier.
The story's progression was identical to the script provided by Kasumioka Utaha, with no changes made during production. Even through plain text alone, one could feel the delicate shifts in emotion.
The illustrations had been handled by Eri and Sagiri. With two renowned artists of their caliber at work, every single frame in the game could be screenshotted and used as a wallpaper. The H scenes in particular were exceptional…
It was really amazing!
Sato could not help but praise it sincerely in his heart. If this work were paired with good voice acting and BGM, becoming a classic and a hall-of-fame title would only be a matter of time.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, Sato heard the sliding door to the balcony being opened.
He looked up instinctively and immediately saw a figure that had appeared on his balcony at some point. The person was familiarly pulling open the sliding door.
"Heh heh! Brave one! Are you surprised to see me?"
A certain chuunibyou girl wearing an eyepatch and gothic clothing walked in from outside. She looked at Sato while making strange poses and speaking words that gave people headaches.
"Wait!"
Sato suddenly reacted and hurriedly reached for the mouse.
Takanashi Rikka naturally followed Sato's movement with a puzzled gaze. She quickly noticed the intensely explicit scene on the computer screen.
The image on the computer disappeared. Sato looked at Takanashi Rikka somewhat flustered.
Takanashi Rikka, however, had frozen in place…
His heart sank. She must have seen what was on the screen just now, right?
One second. Two seconds. Three seconds…
Suddenly, a vivid blush crept across Takanashi Rikka's face. She turned so shy that it looked like steam was rising from her head. Her eyes were watery and unfocused as she stared at Sato, her pupils seemingly trembling.
Finally, as if gathering all her courage, she suddenly shouted at Sato, "Pervert! H!"
With that, Takanashi Rikka panicked and ran back to the balcony. She frantically grabbed the rope that had dropped down and climbed back up, leaving only a length of rope dangling in midair.
Oh no, that rope was quickly pulled up as well, as if fleeing from something terrible.
Sato: "…"
Why did you have to come at this exact moment of all times!
He sighed silently in his heart, feeling that Takanashi Rikka's timing was truly problematic.
No, it should be said that suddenly dropping into someone else's home like this was problematic in itself.