"I-I'm okay with anything", The little social anxiety girl was as timid as ever.
"Should we give your family a call first?"
Kaito thought about it and suggested, "If you get back too late, Mrs. Gotou and Mr. Gotou might get worried, right?"
If he were Bocchi's father, having such a timid, introverted, and adorable daughter who suddenly didn't come home late into the night, his first reaction would definitely be worry about what might have happened to her.
"N-No need", The pink-haired girl didn't know what she was recalling, but a strange blush spread across her delicate face, "Before I left, I-I already told Mom that I might be home very late"
Bocchi still remembered her mother's expression at that time. At first, it was confusion, followed by worry.
But after learning that she was going out with Kaito, it turned into surprise and then a smile that seemed like sudden realization.
First, she had warmly reminded her to have fun outside, and if she felt like it, staying overnight would be fine.
Then she indirectly hinted, absolutely remember to take safety precautions.
Before leaving, she had even secretly stuffed a few strange little boxes into her hand, saying they were high-end products specially prepared, ultra-thin, in all sizes.
Bocchi had curiously opened one for a look, then panicked and threw it to the floor, steam practically rising from her head.
After hesitating for a moment, she blushed and picked them up again, stuffed them into her pocket, and even while changing clothes later, didn't forget to keep them close to her body.
'I-It's just that I don't want to waste Mom's money.'
The little social anxiety girl tried her best to convince herself with this excuse, 'A-After all she said they were high-end, so they must be expensive'
As for what was truly on her mind, only God knew.
The private room Yumiko booked was at a Western-style restaurant not far from here.
The decor was refined, the ambiance elegant, and the lighting was uniquely warm yellow, creating a cozy atmosphere.
But Kaito couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.
Bright red roses could be seen everywhere, curled into heart shapes inside frosted glass vases.
Each table was its own isolated island, with young men and women chatting and smiling softly to one another, their voices barely audible. The waiters' polished shoes slid across the teak floor like black fish gliding through a deep pond. In the corner, a phonograph softly played jazz from the 1930s. The ambient light was just enough to envelope two people's shadows, any more would be overstepping.
It didn't feel like a normal Western restaurant.
Rather, it looked more like, 'A love hotel?'
"Excuse me, are you Miss Miura?", A beautiful waitress had already been waiting in the lobby, her smile gentle. Even upon seeing this strange combination of two girls and one guy, she didn't show the slightest trace of surprise.
Perhaps it was due to professional training or maybe because she'd seen even more absurd scenarios.
After confirming their identities, she led Kaito and the others to a private room on the sixth floor. It offered a great deal of privacy, and the decoration was tastefully done.
Rather than calling it a private dining room, it would be more accurate to say, it was a luxurious single bedroom.
Aside from the rectangular dining table covered with linen and the softly flickering white candle flame, plus a rose in a vase, there was even a large bed for resting, shaped bizarrely like a heart. It should have no problem fitting two or three people.
'So this really isn't a proper restaurant, was it?'
Candlelight, roses, heart-shaped bed.
Even if Kaito had never actually been to a love hotel, with all these elements combined, there didn't seem to be any other interpretation?
He gave the blonde girl beside him a long look and sighed.
Though he didn't know exactly what kind of scheme this girl was cooking up
'Forget it, better to just observe quietly for now.'
Baked cheese shrimp, volcano-style mashed potatoes in tomato sauce, grilled lamb chops, tomato vegetable soup
Dishes were served one after another by the waiter until the table was completely full.
At first glance it looked abundant, but the actual portions were small. Kaito tried each one, flavor-wise, they were decent.
After that, he didn't touch his fork much, not because he was full, but because Yumiko wouldn't give him the chance.
"To celebrate the first successful team building event of the Supernatural Research Club! President, I toast you!"
"The weather's been great today, President, let's drink another one!"
"Mm this wine looks really wine-y, gulp gulp gulp"
Basically, she just kept finding all sorts of excuses.
Bocchi, who had been immersed in battling the meal, noticed and instinctively picked up her wine glass too.
But unlike Miura, she didn't dare encourage the president to drink, so she could only silently drink it herself. In no time, she was dizzy, and her pretty face was blushing a lovely red.
Kaito wasn't sure what Yumiko was truly up to.
But for a normal person, this strong wine could knock them down in one cup, yet for him, it was no different from water. No matter how much he drank, he wouldn't get drunk.
So he accepted every toast calmly, always composed.
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[Ten Minutes Later]
The table was a mess, and empty wine glasses were scattered all over the floor.
The blonde girl lay face-down on the table, not moving for a long while. Beside her, Bocchi was also woozy, seeing triple of every figure in front of her.
'Is this the limit?'
Kaito shook his head. He had thought Yumiko had some other tricks up her sleeve, but now it seemed maybe he was overthinking it?
'Well, drunk is drunk.'
'At least once she passed out, she'd stop trying to put a hat on herself.'
He waved his hand to clean up the chaotic scene, then prepared to help Yumiko and Bocchi over to the bed.
He started with Bocchi, the little social anxiety girl had a soft and gentle disposition, her body delicate and tender. Hugging her felt like holding a cloud of cotton, very pleasant to the touch.
The drunk girl looked rather dazed, completely unresponsive to the outside world's movements, and so he easily carried her to the bed.
Then he came to the seemingly sound-asleep Yumiko. Kaito picked her up by the waist and gently placed her on the bed using the same technique.
Only after finishing all this did he breathe a sigh of relief, planning to use this time to gather tonight's moon essence.
But just as he took a step, his stride stopped.
"N-Not over yet!", The blonde girl, who a second ago had no reaction at all, had somehow already opened her eyes. Her pretty face was flushed all over, and though she couldn't even speak clearly, she still gripped his wrist tightly.
"Don't even think of escaping!"
Bocchi, lying right next to her, dazedly watched this scene as if enlightened.
Under Kaito's gaze, the little social anxiety girl pounced forward, just like a facehugger from Alien.
"I-I want to too!"
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Chapter 202: Hitori Gotou: Please Use Me!
The warm yellow candlelight was still flickering, glowing and dimming, dyeing the pale-colored walls with a honey-like hue.
A faint floral fragrance lingered in the air, seemingly a specially prepared aroma from the restaurant, like crushed winter pine blended into a warm mist, refreshing and soothing to the mind.
Golden hair and pink hair intertwined like a tangled web, or delicate brocade, flowing with a snowy shimmer under the cozy candlelight.
"No Not allowed to run! It's it's not over yet", Yumiko was already so drunk she couldn't speak clearly, yet the slender hand gripping his wrist was clearly like a powerful vise, locking him tightly by her side.
"I-I want to too!", Bocchi, always timid and scared, who didn't even dare speak loudly, at this moment seemed like a different person. Rather than "pouncing" into his arms, it was more like she slammed into him.
Kaito lowered his head and looked at the pink-haired girl clinging to him like an octopus. That eternally expressionless icy face of his showed the faintest crack.
It wasn't just because the little social anxiety girl's development exceeded expectations, but also because the current situation was completely beyond his predictions.
"Bocchi, you're drunk," he said.
"I am not drunk!"
The blonde girl caught the keyword and snorted angrily, scrunching her little nose like she was really mad, pushing the soft and squishy Gotou aside, wrapping her long arms around his neck, and then, "aahm", bit down.
It looked fierce at first, but suddenly turned soft.
Her sharp little canines were about to touch his neck, when the girl turned her bite into a lick.
Her movements were gentle, like a cautious ragdoll cat licking a human's hand, leaving a trail of wet marks on his neck.
"You're drunk too, Yumiko," Kaito didn't resist, letting her perform this yandere-like act on him, as if already used to this kind of thing.
That's right, used to it.
Gotou Hitori, who had been squeezed out of the president's arms, just stared blankly at this scene.
This was perfectly normal, right? After all, Miura and the president were lovers.
In places she couldn't see, they would kiss, hug, call each other's names, and under candlelight and scented oils share the closest kind of connection.
And yet, a small twinge of bitterness and loneliness still bloomed in her heart.
Even though, it was she who came first
Kaito originally thought Yumiko would settle down and sleep after making a fuss, after all, she really was very drunk.
But the blonde girl refused to give up. After gnawing on his neck for a while, she slid down like a snake, seemingly bored with the same spot, planning to change locations to continue.
"What exactly are you trying to do?", Seeing that a full-on R-rated scene was about to unfold right in front of the little social anxiety girl, Kaito had no choice but to reach out and stop her.
"Nng?", Yumiko tilted her head, her misty eyes still not clear, looking a bit dazed. But soon, she pouted unhappily and said with a hint of grievance, "I'm hungry."
Alcohol can blur a person's reason and draw out their instincts, making them do things they'd never dare to do in normal circumstances.
Drunken fools on the street are some of the most annoying creatures in any country.
Luckily, Miura's drunken behavior wasn't that bad. Even drunk, she wasn't the type to throw a tantrum, she was just acting on instinct.
Drinking water and eating are basic human needs.
Although alcohol is a liquid, it doesn't quench thirst. Instead, it stimulates the nervous system, making one's mouth dry and tongue parched.
And earlier, in her effort to get the president drunk, she had drunk a lot and barely touched her proper dinner, so now she was both thirsty and hungry.
And, by coincidence.
In Miura Yumiko's understanding, there is a kind of food right now that can satisfy both thirst and hunger at the same time.
As for whether it would be embarrassing?
Even when sober, she was the kind of girl who'd do anything she wanted without hesitation, so now that she was drunk, all the more so.
A sufficient amount of alcohol can give any timid person a buff called [Bravery], although [Recklessness] might be a better word.
Gotou Hitori was completely dumbfounded.
She was watching with her own eyes as Miura, like a lithe lioness on the African savannah, was working hard to pin the president under her. Her fierce movements were like she wanted to devour someone.
Hungry beasts do eat people.
Miura was no exception, though her way of "eating" was a little different.
The pink-haired girl's brain went totally blank, her already dazed, drunken mind short-circuiting completely.
'What should I do!! What should I do!! What should I do!!'
'The president is about to get eaten alive by another woman right in front of me! Like, bones and skin and all!'
'Should I stop this?'
'But it's not like I have any right to stop them.'
'To the president, I am probably just a plain, ordinary club member, right? Nothing special, not even a pet.'
At least pets got affection and pampering, they got kissed, hugged, even bathed. But just standing by and doing nothing also felt really weird
No way she could do what Miura did and join this whole predator-prey game, right?
'T-T-That's not okay! I'm not the president's girlfriend! This kind of thing should only happen between lovers, right?'
The moment that thought emerged, Gotou Hitori was so startled she nearly jumped, her face full of guilt and hesitation.
'But Miura-senpai doesn't seem to mind this kind of thing at all Actually, it seems like she wants me to join in'
The girl bit her lip, her shaky beliefs were slowly crumbling.
CracklePop!
Something in the dark corner of her heart was catching fire.
In the end, Kaito still managed to preserve his chastity.
Even though he'd long since lost it But c'mon, everyone knows kisses and virginity automatically reset every 24 hours, right?
Ahem! Back to the main point.
Yumiko fell asleep.
Not because Kaito did anything, he hadn't even had time to decide what to do when the girl was already too sleepy to keep her eyes open.
Thinking about it, it wasn't surprising. She had drunk way too much, and her consciousness had never fully returned.
After fooling around for a bit, she finally hit her limit. One moment she was still fumbling for that annoying belt, and the next she collapsed, breathing evenly, no transition needed.
Looking at the blonde girl sleeping soundly on his lap, Kaito rubbed his temples wearily. In the end, he kindly helped her onto the bed, adjusting her sleeping position so she could rest more comfortably.
He glanced down at his clothes, rumpled and slightly disheveled, with some rather troublesome bulges faintly visible.
Self-control means that even when heavily tempted, one can still restrain reason from acting out of line.
Having a girl he'd had deep physical contact with cling to him like this, if his body didn't react even a little, that wouldn't be called self-control. That'd be called dysfunction.
He could suppress his body's instincts, but it would only be forced suppression.
Ever since abandoning the Path of Ruthlessness, Kaito had rarely repressed his emotions. Everything he did was true to his heart.
