Tokyo Soft Rice King.

After meeting Akira Kuroba, she gradually shed her burdens, found things she truly wanted to do, and felt a sense of ease in her heart...

Then, the long-suppressed romantic feelings began to grow wildly during her time with Akira Kuroba.

She realized she had indeed fallen for him... She became acutely aware of her feelings once again.

But precisely because of this, the bitterness and pain brought about by romantic feelings also erupted all at once.

Even though she already knew that Kuroba-kun had special relationships with many girls... even though her sister was one of them... even though she herself had shared that feeling...

But when she actually heard it at the scene, she was completely overwhelmed.

Afterwards, the suppressed emotions kept piling up in her heart, and finally, when she saw Kuroba Akira wake up, she could no longer restrain her aggrieved feelings and finally broke down.

Now, as she holds Kuroba Akira in her arms, she feels extremely regretful.

She regretted taking her anger out on Kuroba Akira; his favorability towards her was sure to drop.

But I was also a little glad that I had shown my emotions, which is why Kuroba Akira treated me gently.

Kuroba-kun is so kind... He should be scared too, but he didn't run away, and he even comforted me...

I've come to like it more.

I like it... even more than my sister...

If things continue like this, I'll probably join them sooner or later...

"But... this is definitely not right..."

Zhencheng unconsciously murmured to herself.

"What's wrong?"

“Kuroba-kun, you’re right. I’m a person with common sense… so I know that this time, my sister and the others went too far.”

"Well..."

Kuroba Akira shrugged, indicating that this was something that could not be helped.

After all, they didn't mean to hurt themselves; they were just expressing their love through their actions.

Kuroba Akira was prepared to accept this heavy love, but mental preparation could not help her body recover.

Having experienced sudden death once before, the former office worker fears dying suddenly again for some other reason.

After absorbing the scent she liked, Zhencheng lay back, raised her hand to stroke Kuroba Akira's face, and said with heartache.

"I'm sorry, Kuroba-kun..."

Why apologize?

"Because, isn't it terrifying? If you encounter these four things, it's one thing if you feel something, at least you can cover it up with happiness. But if you wake up and find yourself being treated inhumanely, all that's left is fear."

Kuroba Akira was somewhat surprised. Makoto was really very understanding; she had perfectly guessed his thoughts when he first woke up.

However, Akira Kuroba felt that the fault did not lie with her... or rather, no one was at fault.

"If anyone should apologize, it shouldn't be you, Zhen Cheng, apologizing."

“I didn’t participate, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t want to go along with them. It’s just that I felt it would be embarrassing to be with people I wasn’t very familiar with. It was a selfish reason, so I was also an attempted offender, and you could say I was guilty of the same crime as them.”

Then Zhencheng frowned, her lips twitching slightly, as if she wanted to laugh but was weighed down by something heavy.

In the end, that smile turned into a very shallow arc, barely hanging on his lips, full of bitterness.

"I just didn't expect it to be so agonizing... I can hear your voice and feel your body, but I can't see your face. I can only imagine, but the more I imagine, the more painful it is... I don't know why Aunt Qiu and Miss Hongxiang can listen without changing their expressions, and even seem to enjoy it, and even use their hands... Well... maybe it's because they are older... their level of understanding is higher than mine."

Zhencheng originally wanted to say 'older than me', but felt it would be too impolite, so she changed her words at the last minute.

The 'heavenly voices' of the girls coming from upstairs are a nice seasoning for the adult women, but for a girl like Zhencheng, they are a bit too overwhelming and can't be considered a 'side dish'.

"If I had known it would feel like this, I would have been better off coming up here to watch like Shiori and Mirai..."

Shiori and Mirai were observers throughout the entire process, but they showed no signs of turning evil. Instead, they exuded a sense of fresh excitement from witnessing such an eye-opening experience.

In the morning, Shiori was writing furiously after going downstairs, and she didn't stop until lunchtime. Mirai was the same, absentmindedly spacing out, drooling and grinning, licking her lips from time to time, seemingly savoring some flavor.

In the end, besides Akira Kuroba, the only one who was hurt was Makoto... Perhaps it was because of empathy that she felt a strong 'restlessness at not being able to get the real thing'.

Kuroba Akira narrowed his eyes and complained.

"Those two actually just stood by and watched...?"

Should we be glad they didn't join, or should we complain that the negative impact this has on innocent high school girls is immeasurable?

However, judging solely from the richness of their theoretical knowledge, neither Shiori Shirai, who is well-versed in erotic novels, nor Mirai Takanashi, a master of doujinshi appreciation, can be described as pure.

"Probably, it wasn't just watching. Maybe there was some touching, maybe even a taste... After all, when I saw you, Kuroba-kun, you were still very clean. Only the bedding looked like it had been soaked in water, and the room smelled really bad. It took a long time to dissipate, and we even had to use air freshener to barely cover it up."

"Don't, don't say it... it makes me feel uneasy..."

No wonder everything around me was spotless after I got up, and even the room smelled terrible; I couldn't smell any sweat or fishy odor.

It's almost like they're saying, 'We can't let a wise ruler find out what we did to him'... It's too deliberate.

However, if Shinichi hadn't informed him, Kuroba Akira would have had no evidence and would have had to suffer in silence, treating it as a dream.

"That's true, Kuroba-kun, you probably don't want to hear such terrible things."

Then, Zhencheng pinched Kuroba Akira's cheek and said...

"But, Kuroba-kun, why aren't you angry? You have the right to be angry, don't you?"

Kuroba Akira dared not be angry, after all, he had brought this situation upon himself.

After toying with the girls' feelings and causing their affections to spiral out of control, he was completely sucked into the black hole created by the gravitational pull of emotions.

It's fortunate that there hasn't been a chaotic free-for-all in PUBG yet.

"Getting angry is pointless, whether it's getting angry at others or at yourself..."

"But even if it is called an expression of love, I still feel that something is wrong with this form."

As a former student council president, Makoto was an upright student, and she naturally felt a sense of aversion to such impure multi-person interactions that clearly violated school rules. She instinctively felt that it was 'dirty', which was why she didn't want to join.

This is what is known as moral fastidiousness, except that she herself is unaware of it.

"Kuroba-kun, if you dislike them, it's best to express it directly. You have the right to refuse them. If you keep indulging your sister and the others, they will only become more and more outrageous."

Kuroba Akira gave a wry smile.

Refusing is like taking out a loan at exorbitant interest rates, really.

Once rejected, the first time it might only reduce favorability... no, at this point, favorability probably won't decrease anymore.

It only makes them barely suppress their emotions, and then look forward to the 'next time' even more, and when the next time comes, it will be 'doubled'.

What if you keep refusing?

The prize pool will continue to accumulate.

It's like pressing a spring with your thumb and forefinger; the harder you press, the higher it bounces back when it explodes.

Rather than doing that, it would be better to let them release it in the first place.

However, if you really can't hold on any longer, temporarily refusing can be considered a delaying tactic to buy time.

"Hmm... I'm thinking of a solution too."

Black Tail... Black Tail Great God!

Autumn pear syrup! Hurry up and get it ready!

It's not even safe to sleep anymore!

If this continues, I might really never wake up!

"Okay...charging complete, that's enough, I should cheer up now."

After taking a deep breath of the scent surrounding Xiaoming, Zhencheng slowly exhaled, reluctantly asking, "I'm going to leave."

"Phew... Oh right, Kuroba-kun, didn't you need to go to the bathroom?"

"Yeah, I'm starting to feel it."

Upon hearing this, Zhencheng quickly straightened up and helped Kuroba Akira up while anxiously asking him questions.

"I'm sorry! It's all my fault for making you endure for so long... I'll take you there now! Kuroba-kun, you don't need to do anything yourself, I'll help you. Don't be shy, I already saw what happened when I was cleaning up the scene."

Did you actually clean this up?!

Yeah, that's why Zhencheng knew so much about the cleanup process afterwards... No wonder she turned evil!

Makoto, you're such a jerk! You had your fun and then left your sister to clean up the mess. How can that be right?!

It's like they come here to freeload a meal and then expect the other person to wash the dishes—it's so shameless!

As for the suggestion of asking Shinichi for help... Kuroba Akira felt a little embarrassed, so he decided against it.

Let's wait until we can't move even a single finger before considering full-scale care. At least we can still walk now, right?

"Um, no need, I can go by myself, really..."

Zhencheng was somewhat disappointed, but still smiled and said.

"I see. That's a pity. It's a rare opportunity to take care of things, so we who weren't involved have had to do it. That's why I wanted to make things as easy for you as possible, Kuroba-kun..."

So that's why it was Zhencheng who woke me up, and no one else came to bother me.

This is probably a kind of 'allocation' as well.

I never imagined that one day I would become something to be divided up by yandere women... Is this a happy kind of trouble?

I just hope it doesn't turn into a horrific dismemberment scene...

"Then I'll walk you to the restroom. If you need any help, be sure to call me."

"Okay, thank you, Zhencheng."

With Makoto's help, Kuroba Akira entered the single toilet, which contained only a toilet. This is a common feature of Japanese houses, where a toilet is in a separate room.

Actually, I didn't really feel the urge to go to the toilet... but my dullness made Kuroba Akira a little scared.

Little Ming... could he have been killed in action?

I came to the toilet just to confirm this.

And now... it's time to face reality!