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"Kitahara-kun, you're back?"
"I'm back."
Kitahara Makoto replied from the bathroom, "I'm sweating a lot, so I'm taking a shower."
Then you shower first.
Ijichi Nijika's voice was clear as she said, "I didn't expect Little Miss Anxiety to eat human food. On the way back after buying clothes, Little Miss Anxiety actually asked to eat street food."
While showering, Kitahara Makoto complained:
Nijika-senpai, promise me one thing.
Ijichi Nijika: "Eh, what is it?"
Kitahara Makoto: "Next time you take Little Miss Anxiety out, make sure not to go to a buffet, so you don't scare other customers."
Ijichi Nijika: "..."
Since Kitahara-kun is back, I'll leave Little Miss Anxiety to you.
Ijichi Nijika patiently reminded him, "Also, don't forget to let Little Miss Anxiety take a shower tonight... but you can't do anything strange!"
Kitahara Makoto said speechlessly:
"If Nijika-senpai is so worried about Little Miss Anxiety's safety, why don't she just stay and take care of Little Miss Anxiety?"
"I can't do that. If I don't go back tonight, my sister will definitely be angry... Eh eh eh?!"
Before she could finish, Ijichi Nijika's voice suddenly turned into a panicked gasp.
Thump!
A strange muffled thump came from outside.
Kitahara Makoto was still wondering what happened when Bocchi-chan's anxious voice quickly rang out from outside:
"N-not good! Nijika-senpai got into the washing machine!"
Kitahara Makoto: "..."
Got into the washing machine?
Kitahara Makoto instantly recalled the washing machine's enhanced attributes and, without delay, quickly wiped his body, pushed open the bathroom door, and stepped out to see Bocchi-chan standing in front of the washing machine with a puzzled expression.
Ijichi Nijika's entire upper body was submerged in the drum washing machine, and she was struggling to get out, but the washing machine seemed to have a magical power, firmly trapping her inside.
She couldn't get out, but her skirt lifted up due to her struggles, revealing the pink cat pattern underneath.
I didn't expect Nijika-senpai's chest to be flat, but another part of her body was surprisingly round and perky...
Kitahara Makoto couldn't tear his gaze away for a moment, only feeling that the scene before him was filled with a strange sense of déjà vu, as if he had seen it before in some popular videos...
Wait!
Now is not the time for wild thoughts, I must strike while the iron is hot... no, I must quickly pull Nijika out!
"Nijika-senpai, are you alright?"
Kitahara Makoto cast aside his distracting thoughts and quickly asked, "Is there anywhere uncomfortable? Can you breathe normally?"
I-I'm fine...
Ijichi Nijika's voice came from inside the washing machine, sounding a bit dazed, "I can breathe, and there's no uncomfortable spot on my body... It's just so strange, my body seems to be stuck, and I can't get out no matter what..."
"That's good."
Kitahara Makoto felt relieved upon hearing that.
It seems the drum washing machine only trapped Nijika and got her stuck, but it won't cause any physical harm.
"Hitori-chan, what just happened?"
Kitahara Makoto turned to look at Little Miss Anxiety, asking about the situation.
I don't know either.
Bocchi-chan replied with a blank expression, whispering, "Nijika said the new clothes needed to be washed before they could be worn, so she planned to put all the clothes she bought for Little Miss Anxiety into the washing machine, and then... then Nijika suddenly got into the washing machine."
"I didn't get in by myself!"
Ijichi Nijika's voice was filled with shame and urgency. She struggled and retorted, "The washing machine, I don't know what's going on, it's like it has magic, it suddenly sucked me in!"
"And it's so strange, I can't get out no matter what!"
The opening of the drum washing machine was not small, and with Ijichi Nijika's slender figure, she should be able to get in and out easily, but the optimized item obviously didn't follow logic. If it said it would trap you, it would trap you.
Kitahara Makoto looked away and said:
"Hitori-chan, please help pull Nijika-senpai out."
"I can't bear to look."
"I absolutely can't bear to look."
Nijika's posture, stuck in the washing machine, was simply too alluring... no, it was too bad. Every glance made one's blood surge and one's reason decline.
Fortunately, Bocchi-chan was right there. If he were alone, Kitahara Makoto was very worried if he would extend his sinful hand!
"Okay..."
Gotō Hitori agreed and obediently stepped forward, hugging Ijichi Nijika's waist to help.
However, the drum washing machine was completely unreasonable, stuck quite tightly. Even with Bocchi-chan helping from the outside, she still couldn't pull Nijika out.
"I-I can't pull her out..."
Gotō Hitori looked up anxiously, her small face finally realizing something was wrong, "Kitahara-kun, what do we do now?"
Kitahara Makoto pondered:
"How about I try to help?"
Upon hearing that, Gotō Hitori quickly got up and moved aside.
Ijichi Nijika hesitated for a moment before quietly agreeing: "Then I'll leave it to Kitahara-kun."
"I'll give it a try."
Kitahara Makoto took a deep breath, took two steps forward, extended his hands to Ijichi Nijika's waist, and then grasped the girl's waist.
As everyone knows, holding the waist allows for more convenient exertion of force...
So thin.
Her waist is so thin.
The soft and elastic touch of the girl's waist instantly filled his palms. Kitahara Makoto subconsciously squeezed, and his two hands could easily encircle it.
With such a thin waist, it would break if he used a little too much force, wouldn't it?
"Mmm... Hmm—!"
Ijichi Nijika's faint trembling groan instantly came from inside the washing machine. The sound was truly a bit bad, causing a certain part of Kitahara Makoto's body to instantly become particularly energetic, and he only had a bath towel on at this moment, with nowhere to hide even if he wanted to.
"Eh eh eh?"
Gotō Hitori's eyes widened, her small face quickly turning red at a visible speed, then she frantically lowered her head to look at her toes, clearly having noticed Kitahara Makoto's abnormality.
"Cough..."
Kitahara Makoto awkwardly coughed twice. Even with two lives, his face was burning at this moment, but fortunately, he could still maintain his composure:
"Nijika-senpai, shall I begin?"
"...What?"
"I misspoke, I'm starting."
"Okay..."
"If it hurts, tell me, and I'll be gentler."
Ijichi Nijika's voice was shy, anxious, and angry: "...You-you stop talking, hurry up and move!"
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