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"We've arrived at the Gymnastics Club."
Led by Tsubame-senpai, Amamiya Natsuki arrived outside an activity room in the Comprehensive Building.
"I am the Vice President of the Gymnastics Club." Tsubame Koyasu pushed the door open, her voice clear and sweet, "There's no club activity today, so no one will disturb us… Come in, come in."
Amamiya Natsuki stepped into the Gymnastics Club.
The area was very large.
It was empty inside, and indeed no one else was there. It was a good place for a tryst… ah, no, for Copy and Paste.
"Senpai, you already know that the Paste skill requires physical contact, right?"
Amamiya Natsuki looked at the Senpai and got straight to the point.
Regarding the 'Touch of Destiny' skill, Amamiya Natsuki did not hide it; instead, he openly announced it in the group chat—
This skill is a standard team-battle type skill. The more people there are, the stronger its power. Hiding it is meaningless.
Besides, it couldn't be hidden anyway.
Having encountered so many players in Haunted Town, it was impossible to ask everyone to keep silent.
Playing dumb to catch a tiger?
Sorry, that's already outdated.
Amamiya Natsuki wanted to be the tiger directly.
"I've read it carefully." Tsubame-senpai's pretty face flushed slightly, "It's holding hands, right?"
"That's right, similar to a data cable transferring files." Amamiya Natsuki nodded, "…Senpai doesn't mind?"
"I don't mind." Tsubame Koyasu showed a bright smile on her face and said generously, "If it were a hug, I might hesitate, but holding hands is absolutely fine."
Compared to those disgusting and terrifying bad spirits, holding hands caused no hesitation at all. Even if it were a hug, after a moment of hesitation, she would definitely agree.
"Natsuki-kun, I'll leave it to you then."
Tsubame Koyasu extended her right hand generously, without the slightest shyness or grievance on her face.
Unlike the icy Shinomiya, who wanted to accomplish everything independently and never sought help, one of Tsubame Koyasu's life principles was to rely on others and to be relied upon by others.
Therefore, asking others for help was not difficult at all.
Tsubame-senpai was never tsundere.
"Five minutes will be enough."
Amamiya Natsuki nodded, preparing to grasp the Senpai's outstretched right hand.
"W-wait a moment!"
The moment their fingers touched, Tsubame Koyasu suddenly retracted her hand as if electrocuted, clenching it into a fist behind her back, her face flushed.
Hey, hey, you just said you were generous, and now you're shy again!
"I rushed over after physical education class and haven't washed my hands yet, so I have some hand sweat…" Tsubame-senpai's pretty face was slightly red, "I'll go wash my hands first."
She didn't mind holding hands with a stranger, but she minded hand sweat. A girl's focus is truly incomprehensible.
A moment later.
Tsubame-senpai returned.
"Huff~ It's ready."
The Senpai extended her right hand again.
Amamiya Natsuki said:
"Senpai, you don't have anything else, right?"
"Absolutely nothing."
"…"
This time, she kept her word, and without any pulling back, Amamiya Natsuki successfully held the Senpai's right hand.
It felt… nothing special.
Aside from her fingers being slender and long, her skin delicate, soft, cool, and elastic, there were no special thoughts.
Tsubame Koyasu initially didn't pay much attention, but after holding hands, she started to feel strange.
A boy and a girl, alone in a room, holding hands with a boy she had only spoken to yesterday… it still felt a bit strange after all.
"Ahem." Tsubame Koyasu lightly coughed twice and changed the subject, "Um, do you need my help with the support speech?"
Amamiya Natsuki responded, "Senpai, if you're not busy, then I'll trouble you."
The reason he didn't immediately agree in the morning was actually because he wanted to ask Marin.
In terms of popularity, Marin naturally couldn't compare to Tsubame-senpai; very few upperclassmen would know her. However, emotionally speaking, he would of course unswervingly choose Marin.
After returning to the classroom in the morning, Amamiya Natsuki messaged Marin for her opinion. Because she planned to sneak off to see her dad this weekend, Marin decided to work extra hours after school these few days to finish her modeling jobs early, so she didn't have time to prepare a support speech. In the end, she let Tsubame-senpai take the role.
"Leave it to me." Tsubame Koyasu gave a thumbs-up, a bright smile appearing on her face, "I'll start preparing the support speech as soon as I get home tonight!"
"Then I'll leave it to Tsubame-senpai."
"…"
Footsteps suddenly came from the hallway outside the door.
Amamiya Natsuki and Tsubame Koyasu exchanged glances, tacitly stopping their conversation.
Thump-thump-thump.
The footsteps grew clearer as they approached, finally stopping in front of the Gymnastics Club door.
"Eh, eh?" Tsubame Koyasu widened her eyes and couldn't help but say, "W-why did they stop? Could it be other club members?"
Amamiya Natsuki whispered, "Maybe they're tying their shoelaces…"
Click.
As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of the door being pushed open rang out.
"It's definitely not tying shoelaces!"
Tsubame-senpai looked on nervously, watching the door slowly being pushed open from the outside. "No, hurry and hide."
Sneaking and hiding in the activity room, not to mention being misunderstood, the skill hasn't even been pasted successfully yet!
Even she couldn't hold hands with a boy and paste a skill in front of others.
"Follow me."
Tsubame Koyasu held Amamiya Natsuki's hand in reverse, pulling him to hide in the changing room.
The Gymnastics Club activity room was very large, and the changing room was also quite spacious, with cubicles similar to fitting rooms in a shopping mall.
Taking advantage of the moment someone entered, Tsubame Koyasu pulled Amamiya Natsuki and quickly hid in the furthest corner cubicle.
Unfortunately, the cubicle itself was very small, and with two people hiding inside, it was inevitably a bit crowded.
Thump-thump-thump.
Footsteps followed closely into the changing room, but the person outside seemed quite silent, not speaking a word from beginning to end.
"Let me see who it is."
Tsubame Koyasu leaned closer and whispered.
Amamiya Natsuki nodded slightly, indicating understanding.
The Senpai turned around, her back to Amamiya Natsuki, and peered cautiously through the crack in the changing room door.
"So it's Reiko… Is she planning to come practice gymnastics alone?"
After seeing who was outside, Tsubame Koyasu's face showed a relieved smile, "She really is a diligent child."
A strand of hair fell in front of her eyes.
Tsubame Koyasu instinctively raised her left hand, preparing to tuck the strand behind her ear.
"Eh, why can't I touch it?"
With a light touch, Tsubame Koyasu was surprised to find that her fingers passed directly through the strand of hair.
One second later.
The relieved smile on Tsubame-senpai's face suddenly froze, and she involuntarily looked up.
From the dim ceiling, a pale head quietly descended, its loose hair falling just in front of Tsubame Koyasu.
Four eyes met.
The hollow eye sockets brought an indescribable mental shock, followed by a demonic, hollow whisper.
"You… can see me?"
Tsubame-senpai's eyes widened, and a gasp escaped her lips.
"Mmm…"
Fortunately, Amamiya Natsuki also heard the Evil Spirit's voice. The moment Tsubame-senpai opened her mouth, he quickly covered her mouth with his hand.
Don't shout!
There are still people outside. If you shout, you won't be able to explain yourself!
Immediately after, Amamiya Natsuki decisively activated Evil Spirit Banishing.
An invisible aura of power spread out, instantly enveloping the Evil Spirit. Transparent flames then ignited, and only then did the two of them see that it wasn't just an Evil Spirit head floating in mid-air; there was also a pale neck several meters long behind it. Due to the dim light, they hadn't noticed it when they first entered.
At this moment, as the flames ignited, this Evil Spirit, resembling a snake, thrashed its head wildly in a dying struggle.
Even though she knew the flames wouldn't burn her, Tsubame-senpai still nervously recoiled, pressing herself tightly into Amamiya Natsuki's embrace.
Amamiya Natsuki didn't feel much about the Evil Spirit; he was only slightly startled. The real critical hit came from Tsubame-senpai in front of him.
The changing room was already small, with nowhere to dodge, and Tsubame-senpai kept backing away, completely disregarding physical contact.
The result was an indescribable, wonderful sensation that surged over him, causing dopamine to intensely secrete in his brain, challenging human limits and instincts!
"It's over…"
As the last wisp of fire burned out, Tsubame Koyasu finally let out a sigh of relief, leaning limply in Amamiya Natsuki's arms.
Once the panic passed, other sensations quickly returned. Tsubame Koyasu's body suddenly stiffened, her pretty face rapidly turning red at a visible speed, even her hair quickly took on a hint of crimson.
(Wait, wait, wait—what was that?! )
(C-could it be…)
The scorching heat from behind made Tsubame Koyasu tense up, her head spinning, and her eyes turning into spiral patterns.
In the silence.
Amamiya Natsuki slowly reached out and held Senpai's slender, soft waist.
"Mmm—!"
Tsubame Koyasu's eyes suddenly widened. She frantically raised her left hand, covering her pink lips with the back of her hand, completely flustered.
(W-what does Natsuki-kun want to do?)
(W-w-w-why is he holding my waist?)
Tsubame Koyasu couldn't help but recall what her friend had said: Boys are all beasts. With just a little temptation, their beastly souls will awaken, and their rationality will plummet into negative numbers.
As a Senpai, Tsubame Koyasu had naturally studied relevant theoretical knowledge.
At this moment, a scene from a manga involuntarily surfaced in her mind.
Bang!
Her body was forcefully pressed against the door, followed by the voice of the beastly junior.
"Senpai, cover your mouth, don't make a sound. You don't want anyone to hear, do you?"
"…"
Bang.
The cold door panel touching her skin brought Tsubame Koyasu back to her senses slightly.
It's, it's over.
She was really pressed against the door.
Tsubame Koyasu pressed the back of her hand tightly against her pink lips, her eyes filled with despair.
Her first time was about to be brutally taken by the beastly junior she had only known for a short time!
"Senpai, stand properly. Don't lean so close to me."
Amamiya Natsuki's low voice echoed in the cubicle.
"Eh?"
Tsubame Koyasu turned her head blankly.
He said to cover her mouth, so why did he let go of her instead?
"The skill has been pasted to you." Amamiya Natsuki took a deep breath, keeping himself calm, and said in a low voice, "Take a look."
"Oh…"
Tsubame-senpai blinked, somewhat recovering, and looked at her character panel, then quickly nodded: "I-I see it."
Amamiya Natsuki said:
"That's good. Hurry up and figure out a way to leave here first."
"...Leave it to me."
Tsubame Koyasu took a deep breath, walked out of the changing room, successfully lured the girl who was practicing alone to a corner, and then waved to Amamiya Natsuki.
Amamiya Natsuki saw the signal and, without hesitation, quickly left the Gymnastics Club.
"He's gone…"
Tsubame Koyasu leaned her back against the door, slowly sliding down, raising her hands to cover her burning cheeks.
She was wrong.
To actually imagine Natsuki-kun as a beast, he was clearly a super upright person!
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