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Lips met, and Kitahara Makoto's first feeling was how soft they were.
Her lips were so soft.
It turned out that a girl's lips were really as soft as marshmallows.
The second feeling was that it was so hot.
Bocchi-chan's lips were burning, their high temperature seemingly able to melt a person.
Finally, there was the sweet scent. With such close contact, Kitahara Makoto could clearly smell the faint fragrance on Little Miss Anxiety's body, a mix of shampoo and shower gel, along with a subtle milky scent from who knows where…
At the same time.
Gotō Hitori was truly stunned. Even though her eyes were open, her pupils had lost focus, as if her soul had floated out of her body.
Buzz—
It took several seconds for Gotō Hitori to finally come back to her senses. She quickly closed her eyes in uncontrollable embarrassment, followed by a whoosh of white steam pouring from the top of her head, instantly transforming her into a complete Steam Princess.
Kitahara Makoto forcibly suppressed his urge to explore further and remained still. Given Bocchi-chan's social anxiety, this level of contact had already exceeded her limit; any further step might genuinely make her faint.
At the same time.
Kitahara Makoto also didn't forget to tense his body, ready to deliver a serious punch to the strange woman beside him at any moment.
The strange woman, whose head had rolled into his arms, could still move her eyes. She stared intently at Kitahara Makoto and Bocchi-chan for a while. Seeing that the two were 'fully immersed' and completely oblivious to her, a look of disappointment quickly appeared on her face. She pressed her head back onto her neck with both hands, then turned and left, silently disappearing into the night.
"Phew…"
It wasn't until the strange woman had completely vanished that Kitahara Makoto stood up straight, finally letting go of Little Miss Anxiety.
Looking at the Steam Princess Bocchi-chan, with her eyes tightly closed and breathing rapidly, Kitahara Makoto felt a dilemma, truly not knowing how to face her.
However, after a short while, Kitahara Makoto's gaze became firm.
Since they had already kissed, at this moment, he certainly shouldn't be indecisive, but rather firmly take responsibility!
"Hitori-chan, that strange woman has left. You can open your eyes now," Kitahara Makoto broke the silence.
Gotō Hitori's long eyelashes trembled slightly. She secretly opened her eyes just a slit. After confirming that the strange woman had disappeared, she immediately lowered her head in a panic, looking at her toes.
"I am terribly sorry. I did something very inappropriate to Hitori-chan in my haste just now," Kitahara Makoto said sincerely. "But since we've kissed, I am willing to take responsibility…"
"No, don't!"
Gotō Hitori shook her head quickly, the steam on her head never dissipating. Suppressing the shame that threatened to make her faint, she stammered softly:
"It, it was me who wanted to take this alley, which is why we encountered the evil spirit… So, so there's no need to take responsibility…"
Kitahara Makoto was silent for two seconds, then agreed:
"Alright then… let's continue home."
Although they had kissed, her favorability was clearly not enough. Given Bocchi-chan's self-deprecating and socially anxious personality, confessing now would only scare her away as far as possible. He had to take it slowly.
However, Kitahara Makoto walked two steps, then turned around to see Gotō Hitori still leaning against the wall, unresponsive.
"Hitori-chan, what's wrong?" Kitahara Makoto asked softly.
"Th-that…"
Gotō Hitori stammered, unable to speak.
Everything that had just happened had a tremendous impact on Little Miss Anxiety, causing her legs to feel weak and unable to walk.
"Legs weak?"
Kitahara Makoto stepped forward two paces, boldly took Bocchi-chan's hand, and said earnestly:
"Let's go. If we don't go back soon, your uncle and aunt will truly start to worry."
"…"
This time, neither of them spoke. They just walked quietly, one after the other.
The distance of several hundred meters unconsciously came to an end.
Kitahara Makoto stopped, released her hand, and said gently:
"Hitori-chan, we're home."
"Ah… okay…"
Gotō Hitori didn't know what she was thinking, her eyes had turned into spirals. Hearing his words, she replied dazedly, then suddenly came to her senses, shamefully hid her hands behind her back, and her eyes darted around nervously, not daring to look at Kitahara Makoto at all.
"Hitori-chan, hurry home," Kitahara Makoto said softly. "I need to go back too."
"I, I'm going back…"
Gotō Hitori lowered her head, like a panicked fawn running wildly, and scurried into her home.
Kitahara Makoto called out from behind:
"See you tomorrow."
Gotō Hitori stumbled, truly lacking the courage to respond. She could only give a tiny wave of her hand, then ran into her home without looking back.
It wasn't until Little Miss Anxiety's figure disappeared that Kitahara Makoto withdrew his gaze and turned to go home.
The journey was silent.
When he reached his doorstep, Kitahara Makoto took out his key, and just as he was about to open the door and enter, he suddenly remembered Sakurajima Mai from last night:
"Wait… Could Nijika also be affected by Hana-chan and become an interdimensional counterpart, just like Mai-senpai?"
"It shouldn't be that coincidental…"
Kitahara Makoto secretly raised his guard, quietly opened the door, and looked inside. The entrance was empty; there was no Nijika-senpai in a bathrobe kneeling to greet him.
"Good, it seems I was overthinking."
Kitahara Makoto relaxed and pushed the door open to enter.
"I'm home."
Entering the house, Kitahara Makoto changed his shoes while looking towards the bathroom. The light was still on in the bathroom, indicating that the big and small ones were likely still bathing.
"First, I'll get a glass of water…"
Having just returned from outside, Kitahara Makoto was slightly thirsty. But as he reached the Kitchen doorway, his steps suddenly halted, and he broke out in a cold sweat.
"What the hell?!"
The Kitchen light wasn't on, but with the light from the living room, he could still clearly see what was inside.
Ijichi Nijika stood silently in the Kitchen, her wet golden hair hanging down her chest. Her head was tilted thirty degrees, and she wore a white bathrobe. Her right hand held a fruit knife, and her body swayed as she walked out…
"Damn it! This must be the blackened Nijika-senpai!"
Kitahara Makoto was completely numb.
So it wasn't that nothing happened, but rather that it directly led to the grand finale, with the arrival of the blackened Hatchet Nijika!
Seeing Ijichi Nijika walking towards him with her head tilted, Kitahara Makoto decisively stepped back, raising his hands and saying:
"Nijika-senpai, I was wrong!"
Catching a blade with bare hands?
Are you kidding me?!
When an ordinary person encounters a knife-wielding assailant, the correct course of action is to run as fast as possible. Only a fool would think of catching a blade with bare hands!
Although Kitahara Makoto's current physical condition could overpower Nijika-senpai, he couldn't guarantee 100% that he could disarm the fruit knife without injury. Retreating was much safer.
Ijichi Nijika tilted her head and looked over, her golden hair disheveled, obscuring her eyes. Her voice was faint and ethereal:
"…Kitahara-kun, what were you wrong about?"
The mistake was that I shouldn't have come back now!
"I…" Kitahara Makoto's mind raced, and he quickly came up with a solution. "I was wrong to be too timid, not daring to say those words earlier…"
"Eh?" Ijichi Nijika stopped. "What words?"
Kitahara Makoto took a deep breath and said emphatically:
"…I will always like Nijika-senpai!"
How to deal with a corrupted yandere?
By playing the emotional card, of course!
First, disrupt her mind, trick her into putting down her weapon, and then tie her up and throw her into the basement!
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