Horror game, but harem plan

"I think Goto Ichiri is very cute. She's good-looking, has a likable personality, and a great figure. She's literally every man's dream girlfriend."

Yang Ming interrupted her hesitant reply.

"And he's the hero who saved me."

"Remember what I said to you when I woke up yesterday? I wasn't joking."

"I am serious about relationships with the intention of getting married."

Yang Ming's fingers gently stroked the edge of the white silk. Sunlight slanted through the window lattice, shattering into golden dust on the girl's trembling eyelashes. He could clearly feel the sudden rise in body temperature beneath the fabric, like holding a ball of melting strawberry ice cream.

"me···"

Goto bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth, her bow tie rising and falling with her rapid breathing. In her mind, a thousand different scenarios were playing out, but when her gaze met the other man's deep, pool-like eyes, all the noise suddenly quieted.

Before he could finish his words, he felt a slight tug at his sleeve. Goto was pinching his white shirt with two fingers, the tips of his ears peeking out from between his pink hair, a bright red.

Would that be love?

The care and teasing he showed me when I first arrived at [7 Days to Die], and his determination when facing [Blood Moon].

The warmth of his hand when he was rubbing her hair was exactly the same as it was now when it was placed on her knees.

"like···"

Her voice grew softer and softer, until it almost faded into the shadows. But Yang Ming still caught the key message, and a smile spread across his eyes.

How could an adolescent girl not have fantasies about such things?

Even Goto Ichiri, who had never made any friends at school, had once fantasized about having a boyfriend who was the main player of the baseball team, sunny and handsome. Although the target of her fantasy had no facial features, she was just a fantasy shadow that existed to be loved and cared for.

He suddenly leaned over and gently pressed his forehead against the girl's hot eyebrows.

Goto was frozen like a puppet, her pale blue pupils shaking like an earthquake. Through their touching skin, she could indeed hear the concerto of two heartbeats—not just her own, but the other person's chest was also beating with the same terrifying drumbeat.

At this moment, the imaginary figure finally had clear facial features.

Cherry blossoms rustled onto the windowsill. Goto suddenly grabbed the rebellious hand and pressed it against his chest. Through the fabric of his sailor suit, Yang Ming's pounding heartbeat numbed his fingertips.

He had never seen Goto like this before - she was so embarrassed that she was about to faint, but she stubbornly held her sincerity and waited for him to sign it. At this moment, every wrinkle on the girl's school uniform was glowing, more dazzling than any starry sky.

"It's a foul..."

He pulled her into his arms and rubbed his chin against the ahoge hair on her head.

Goto buried his entire face in the crook of his neck, his muffled voice as sweet as honey.

"I like... I like Yang Ming."

The girl's confession was truly heart-warming.

Yang Ming could no longer suppress his inner impulse and pulled her tie to bring her closer to him.

He lowered his head and covered the little mouth that was just speaking sweet words.

“Mmmmm…”

With rough yet gentle movements, Yang Ming greedily sucked the sweet saliva until Yili, who had little experience in kissing for the first time, let out an almost suffocated whimper.

"Ha ha···"

——This is kissing...so amazing.

It seemed as if what was stirred just now was not the tip of the tongue, but the head. Goto Ichiri's head was becoming dizzy and about to turn into a paste.

"No, it's not even ten minutes yet."

"Remember to breathe."

Yang Ming said as he pressed down again, weakly accepting his plundering, hugging the back of his neck, enjoying the joy of being filled with happiness all over his body.

The girl who longed for love and attention got what she wished for.

The pink small round table was really in the way, so Yang Ming picked her up and placed her on the soft sofa at the back.

Then came a breathtaking kiss.

Unlike Hongxia's citrus scent, Yili's has a berry fragrance.

“Gu...zi..."

As sticky sounds continued to come into his ears, Goto Ichiri's rationality also melted away. He cooperated passively and did not notice the passage of time at all.

Goto Ichiri obtains the skill: [Adrenaline Burst].

"ha···"

Breathing heavily, Yang Ming finally let go of the pitiful girl.

Looking at Yili, panting with a blush on her face and curled up on the sofa with her clothes in disarray, Yang Ming suddenly felt a great sense of accomplishment.

Goto Ichiri, curled up on the sofa, was trembling slightly. Two buttons on the collar of her sailor uniform had come undone, revealing her collarbone, which was tinged with pink. She tried to press her fingertips against her heaving chest, but found that even her fingernails were stained with the red of the sunset.

Yang Ming knelt on one knee at the edge of the velvet cushion and wiped the moisture from the corner of her lips with his thumb.

"Want to pause?"

Before he could finish his words, his clothes were suddenly grabbed.

The scent of cherry blossoms swirled through the room on the warm breeze, and Goto suddenly covered his eyes with his hands.

“Please... please don’t look...”

When the palm with a light sweat covered him, Yang Ming felt a soft touch awkwardly against his Adam's apple - she was rubbing his rolling Adam's apple with the tip of her nose.

This unexpected action froze them both. Goto stumbled back like a startled rabbit, her head colliding with the back of the sofa. Just as she clutched her head with tears welling up in her eyes, she was suddenly engulfed in an embrace that smelled of pinewood.

Goto whimpered like a kitten, her toes curling up in shame within her white stockings. His hand, originally resting on her shoulder, had slipped down to her waist, feeling the taut muscle texture through her shirt.

Yang Ming stared at the girl's lips, which were kissed until they were sparkling. He looked at this girl who always exceeded his expectations and took out his cell phone. Before Goto could react, she was put on his lap by the waist.

The moment the camera shutter sounded, Yang Ming tilted his head and kissed the side of her neck. As the photo slowly unfolded, it captured her frightened blue eyes and someone's triumphant smirk.

"unambiguous evidence."

"Send it to Hongxia to take a look."

"Ah! No!"

"Since you don't have anywhere in particular you want to go this afternoon, why don't you go somewhere with me?"

Yang Ming looked at the address recorded in the forum, which was located on the edge of the city.

The midday sun is particularly dazzling, and people in the city repeat their familiar daily lives day after day.

He walked with these people until the number of people on the tram became smaller and smaller, until finally, only Yang Ming and Goto Ichiri were left in the carriage.

The destination is an almost abandoned urban area. Due to some complicated reasons, it has almost become an area abandoned by the city. Usually, only vagrants and homeless people gather here, but now, there is a group of more special people gathered here.

Chapter 93 Players Gathering Place

Yang Ming looked at the empty carriage and felt an inexplicable melancholy.

For those who are still living in daily life, dungeons and survival games do not exist. Everything they see and hear in daily life is their entire world, and nothing will change in their life, which may be short or long.

All of this has become completely far away from him and the girl beside him.

Although he has not officially met the player group yet, Yang Ming feels that his speculation should be accurate.

The two stood in the old town waiting for a long time, and saw Hong Xia, wearing casual clothes, walking out from a nearby intersection.

"Good afternoon~Hongxia."

Yang Ming greeted the girl calmly.

"...How did you manage to greet me so casually?"

She squinted her eyes and stared at Yang Ming for a while. She was exhausted last night and she began to doubt whether Yang Ming still had any relationship with the human race.

Hongxia finally hummed softly, smiled and approached Goto Ichiri, and the three of them walked forward side by side.

Her blame was actually a bit unreasonable. After all, Yang Ming only did what a normal man would do, but was her reaction a bit too intense?

In short, Hong Xia was worried that she might not be willing to admit that she had some potential for being dissolute.

After all, he and his friends have been trapped in this [Survival Game], and everyone will establish an inseparable relationship with Yang Ming. Instead of always worrying about those problems, it is better to focus on the next copy and how to survive.

The difficulty of their last dungeon was [Extraordinary].

If the events before the seventh day were all of [Normal] difficulty, then it was obvious that the difficulty of the seventh day soared too much after Goto Ichiri joined. As a game, it was completely unreasonable. However, they had not personally experienced other difficulties, nor did they have a framework for constructing difficulty. This was the reason why they planned to go to the player's trading gathering place this time.

"Speaking of which, how was your date today?"

Hongxia glanced at Goto Ichiri. She keenly noticed that the relationship between the two people was getting closer, especially Pochi-chan. She subconsciously moved closer to him, and her eyes would subconsciously flicker when she looked at him. This obvious change of emotion was not a problem for her.

"It went very smoothly, didn't you say, Pochi-chan~"

The man threw the topic to Miss Goto in a frivolous tone. Sakura's head drooped, and she recalled the intimacy of the morning and the kiss that almost made her forget to breathe.

"Yes···"

"Ah...Pochi-chan, you're too honest."

Even though I was also a girl targeted by men, I still felt a little jealous when I saw my friend fall for him so quickly.

The three of them walked and talked, and soon they saw an underground passage located in an abandoned hotel.

With heavy hearts, the three of them arrived at the gate of the underground entrance and headed into the depths of darkness.

Light came after the darkness. Pushing open the door at the end of the underground spiral staircase, Yang Ming saw a series of very random stalls and those so-called "players".

They sat on the ground very casually, with a layer of newspaper or rags spread underneath, and strange-shaped props placed in front of them. Yang Ming had the illusion of walking into an antique market full of scams.

No more than 150 players can participate in the activities here.

They attracted a lot of attention the moment they pushed the door open, but the three of them were well prepared and put on their respective [equipment].

The cold armor looks like a bloody torture instrument from the Middle Ages, and next to him is Ijichi Nikka, who is wearing a camouflage uniform like a battlefield commander, and Goto Ichiri, who is wearing a white robe and glasses and looks like a scientist.

After putting on the equipment, the three people's temperament changed drastically. Even close friends would not easily recognize them, and this was even more so for Yang Ming.

The overly obvious heavy vibration made everyone present feel the pressure clearly. Every step of the steel behemoth seemed to make the earth tremble slightly.

His body was wrapped in dark iron armor, the surface of which was covered with dents and dried blood scabs, like a walking display rack of torture instruments.

When he wasn't moving, he looked more like a cursed medieval execution statue. The edges of his armor reflected the unique deadly light of cold steel, and the eyes in the cracks of his mask seemed to always be locked on the throat of his prey - you could even have the illusion that those eyes had real weight, crushing your trachea inch by inch.

The players' gazes only lasted for a moment. For players, appearance might be the most meaningless thing. The clothes they wear on their bodies either provide protection or have special functions. This is a truth that only those who have experienced the horror of survival games will understand. Even if Yang Ming was wearing an Ultraman suit, they would not even look at him a second time.

However, everyone present immediately gave the armored man the impression of being "difficult to approach". This full set of equipment seemed to have special properties, and he must be a veteran player who rarely showed up in public.

"Well···"

Hong Xia lowered the brim of her hat, and Yili's expression also looked grim. There were all kinds of items here, including liquids in bottles, guns, yellow paper with ghostly scribbles on it, and even a head in a glass jar.

The head soaked in green liquid seemed to be still alive, with a vivid expression and demeanor no different from that of a real living person, making people wonder if the head had just been cut off and put into the jar.

Goto Ichiri is not afraid of zombies because deep down he does not believe that the monsters are human beings like himself, so he will not have a social phobia reaction, but that head... is too real.

"Quantum hourglass, 20 milliliters can make organisms within a three-kilometer radius grow backwards!"

The one-eyed vendor shook a glass container shaped like a pocket watch, and the sand made a sound like a baby crying as it flowed back. At his feet, in an iron cage, three ravens with human hands were pecking at their own internal organs.

When Yang Ming stopped in front of a stall filled with skull candlesticks, the eye sockets of the skulls suddenly erupted with blue flames, spelling out a line of distorted words in the air: [One Thousand Four Hundred and Eighty]

Nijigasaki's number is 754, and even Goto Ichiri's number is 437.

"Oh my god! Are you guys in a level-control or tower defense dungeon? Such a high kill count!"

The short man behind the skull candlestick spoke again.

"Would you like to try the consciousness grafting service?"

A snake-like hissing sound came from beneath the hood. Withered fingers peeled back the velvet, revealing a cerebral cortex bathed in liquid starlight, its synapses fluorescing.

"For the price of a memory, you can gain the reflexes of a cheetah—"

In the eyes of the stall owner, Yang Ming, who is unfamiliar and has a high KD, is obviously a fat sheep.

Chapter 94: First Encounter with a Veteran Player

Yang Ming waved his hands, and the joints of his armor creaked.

These strange things don't seem to be of any use.

After wandering around for a long time, I really couldn't find anything interesting. Well, valuable items or props will definitely be held tightly in the hands of players, as they are the chance to survive.