Besides, he wasn't a particularly lustful person to begin with, and there would be plenty of opportunities in the future, no need to rush
Smack!
"P-President, actually", In the silence, the pink-haired girl's face turned beet red. Not knowing where the courage came from, she suddenly grabbed his wrist, her mumbling voice getting softer and softer.
"I can also take Miura-senpai's place"
"to finish the next part"
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Chapter 203: World-Famous Wine: "Yumiko Is Sleeping"
The bright moon hung high in the night sky, scattered starlight adorning the firmament.
It was undoubtedly a beautiful night. The neon lights resembled electronic fireflies, swaying between the skyscrapers that pierced the clouds. The soft yet warm lights of the convenience store spilled over the vending machine. The sound of a can falling startled the birds perched on the antenna, fluttering across the city skyline with a few chirping calls.
But Bocchi's mood was far from relaxed.
After boldly saying those words, the timid girl named "Gotou Hitori" had used up all her strength.
She kept her head low in fear, biting her lip tightly. Her heart was pounding "thump thump" as if it were about to jump out the next second, like a prisoner awaiting judgment, nervously facing her end.
But the judge had yet to bring down the gavel.
If life were a galgame, then right now, he clearly faced two choices.
[Option One: I also like Gotou-san, and I want to always be with you.]
[Option Two: I only see you as a friend.]
These were not just two different branches, but two completely opposite fates.
The difference was, choosing the first would officially unlock the "Gotou Hitori" romance route, and from then on, it would be soul-binding, sky-soaring, "three kids in three years" On countless quiet and ambiguous nights, he could fully savor her beauty.
But if he chose the second, the timid, deer-like girl would forever leave his world. Cruelly rejected, she would never have the courage to approach him again. Their fates would become two parallel lines that never intersect, destined to drift apart.
The outcome, rested in his single thought.
To be fair, Kaito clearly knew, he did have some feelings for Gotou Hitori.
Although this feeling was more akin to the affection a pet owner has for their pink hamster rather than romantic fondness between the opposite sex.
But feelings were still feelings. Just like hate-fueled fame is still fame.
His master once told him: ("Never hurt those who care about you, or those you care about.")
Kaito didn't know who in this world cared about him, but there probably weren't many.
Just like in this world, there weren't many he cared about either.
And the girl before him clearly occupied a spot.
Like the ring finger among the five fingers. Even though it's not as flexible as the index finger, nor as strong as the thumb, without it, the hand feels incomplete.
There really wasn't much to hesitate over.
He had already accepted Yumiko and Soyo. Adding one more Bocchi didn't seem like a big deal?
His master hated indecisive men the most. If she were here now, he'd probably be getting scolded again.
That thought flashed by, and Kaito let out a helpless smile.
Then, he stood up, answering her with his actions.
'What is the president thinking?'
Gotou Hitori didn't dare lift her head. The little deer in her heart was about to smash itself to death.
She even began to regret it. She shouldn't have drunk tonight no, she shouldn't have gone out with Miura in the first place.
The president was such a dazzling, noble existence. And she was just a dark watermelon bug, unnoticed under the sunlight, yet she'd dared to crave a light that wasn't hers
'I'm going to be rejected, right? I must be rejected, right? Ugh'
The girl's pretty face turned completely pale.
Being rejected would be painful. But even worse for Bocchi was if the president distanced himself because of this, or worse, found some excuse to kick her out of the club, what would she do then?
'My life is probably over now, huh?'
'Dad, Mom, and Futari thank you for always putting up with such a useless me. At this point, to preserve the final dignity of the Gotou family, I must die with honor. Your great kindness I will repay in the next life'
"Eh?", As she spiraled into despair, the girl suddenly froze.
Something warm wrapped around her. A faint, pleasant scent, not of soap or shampoo, but something more natural and refreshing, like a sturdy snow pine under the winter sun, or a mountain spring flowing through the forest.
'This'
'This this this'
'This this this this this!'
A cinnabar-colored flush spread from her ears to her cheeks. Finally realizing what had happened, the pink-haired girl was completely stunned.
Her face turned bright red, her brain overheated, and her body tensed up.
Her rationality was completely destroyed by the sudden intimate gesture. Her central processor groaned under the overload, black smoke almost rising.
'Am I about to be eaten?'
In her daze, such a thought flashed through her mind. She was like a tender lamb under the lion king's paw, just waiting for that mighty beast to lower its head and bite through her throat.
The strong, warm scent closed in.
Finally, the lion king approached her neck
But the imagined pain never came.
The mighty beast withdrew its claws and gently patted the little lamb on the head with soft paw pads.
"I did receive your feelings."
Kaito didn't know what the little social anxiety girl was thinking.
But he keenly noticed the girl in his arms had tensed up, she was obviously nervous.
This was normal. Even the brash Yumiko had trembled like a drawn bowstring when she confessed to him for the first time, always on the verge of snapping.
So, almost instinctively, he took a gentle approach, and patted her head.
It was something he did with Hitori often. In terms of frequency, even Yumiko didn't compare.
The effect was better than expected.
The girl stiffened for a moment, but then slowly relaxed.
After a long time, two small hands cautiously wrapped around his waist.
Her movement was hesitant, like a stray cat probing the kindness of a stranger in the wild, alert, always ready to flee.
Kaito didn't shake her off.
This seemed to give Hitori courage. Gradually she hugged him tighter.
This timid hug lasted for a long time.
The pink-haired girl lifted her face, her night-sky-clear eyes sparkling with starlight, finally, a glimmer of life appeared in them.
Then, she bit her lip, leaned in gently, and her long lashes trembled slightly.
Kaito lowered his gaze, stared at the camellia-blush on her face and slowly lowered his head.
Beside them, the blonde girl lay with her eyes tightly shut, breathing evenly.
As if she were having a pleasant dream, the corners of her pretty lips curled up slightly. Her peaceful sleeping face looked especially sweet.
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Chapter 204: The Long-Awaited Second Young Lady Appears
"President, you seem to look very tired?"
The time was 8:45 on a Sunday morning. The high-speed train roared faintly as it sped along the tracks.
The morning light slanted in through the train windows, carving out bright patches on the deep gray seats. When the first ray of sunlight climbed onto the hanging straps, the metal surface glowed with a warm amber hue, as if tiny golden sands were flowing over it.
A girl with long blue twin ponytails gently tucked the loose strands near her ears, her profile turning to look at the boy beside her, golden pupils revealing unrestrained concern.
"Last night could it be that you didn't rest well?"
Kaito snapped back to his senses, met the little secretary's worried gaze, and shook his head slightly.
"It's nothing."
With his level of cultivation, even if he didn't sleep for several months, he wouldn't feel tired.
So the reason he looked listless now, rather than "tired," it was more like the hunger of a beast hadn't been satisfied.
The kind of story where they shout things like "friendship!" and "bonds!" while rushing in to defeat the Demon King only happens in manga.
In a situation where the power gap was too great, facing an invincible Demon King, even if two heroes attacked together, it would still only end in mutual defeat.
"Let's not talk about this," Kaito turned back to look out the window and casually asked, "Any news from the client?"
His attempt to change the subject was quite clumsy.
Seeing that the president clearly didn't want to talk more, the secretary Sakiko could only suppress her worry and shift into work mode, replying, "They has been waiting for a long time, and just sent another message asking how much longer we'll take. They sounded rather anxious."
"Did something unexpected happen?"
The blue-haired girl shook her head, looking at her phone screen, "The client didn't mention anything, but since they're still able to send messages, the situation should still be within controllable limits."
There were about ten minutes left on the train ride. In such a short time, nothing should go wrong.
Kaito didn't dwell on it, it was just a passing question.
"Speaking of which, I still don't know the client's name this time."
This time, the little secretary answered very quickly, it seemed she had been prepared in advance.
"It's Yukinoshita, from Chiba. Yukinoshita Haruno."
"Little Yukino, why do you look so down? Cheer up~"
The cheerful older sister with short black hair was wearing a well-fitted lady's suit. At this moment, she clasped her hands together, smiling as she looked at the beautiful girl in front of her who resembled her by about ninety percent, except with a frosty expression and an inexplicable little-devil aura.
"Nee-san."
Yukino didn't match her teasing tone. She just took a deep breath before frowning and said, "You're not taking your safety seriously."
"Hmm?"
The woman named "Yukinoshita Haruno" tilted her head, those obsidian-like eyes glittering with a hint of confusion, "Little Yukino, why do you say that?"
"I told you a long time ago, I know a real exorcist. Yet you still insist on spending time on those outsiders of uncertain authenticity."
Yukino's brows furrowed deeper, "Is it that you don't trust me, or do you still see me as a child? Do you think I have no right to offer suggestions?"
"How could I not trust my cutest little Yukino?", Yukinoshita Haruno still wore her smiling face, winking her left eye at the girl, "After all, you're my number one favorite little sister."
That mischievous wink was enough to make most men clutch their hearts and cry "Kawai," but to Yukino, who was also a girl, its damage was approximately zero.
She had long known what kind of personality her sister had, scheming and unpredictable. When you peel off one mask thinking you're finally seeing her true face, what awaits you is just another mask.
The girl simply looked coldly at the woman in front of her, like a harsh critic watching a clumsy performance. It was only out of good upbringing that she didn't speak harshly.
Perhaps hurt by her little sister's cold attitude, Haruno pouted, showing a slightly aggrieved expression, "Little Yukino, you know, this incident is really important for our family. Even mom is paying close attention."
"Don't be fooled by how I can still joke around with you, Nee-san is actually under a lot of pressure too, you know?"
"What's more, the exorcist chosen this time was personally recommended by Lady Mizusaki. The reason the Yukinoshita family could enter Tokyo's circle was thanks to her help, it's really hard to refuse"
The "Lady Mizusaki" mentioned by Haruno was also the current family head of the Yukinoshita family, and a college classmate of both Haruno and Yukino's mother.
Madam Yukinoshita had long wanted to expand the family's influence into Tokyo, but accomplishing this wasn't easy.
Tokyo is a very exclusive circle. For outsiders to integrate, they either need enough power or enough money.
Unfortunately, the Yukinoshita family had neither.
Although the "Yukinoshita" surname was considered a prestigious family in Chiba, with several construction companies under their name and a family member serving as a prefectural assemblyman
But in Tokyo, the heart of the Japan, they were no different from rural nouveau riche.
They had no power. As for wealth it was just passable, not nearly enough to pave the way with money.
In the end, it was thanks to Lady Mizusaki, who lent a helping hand for the sake of an old classmate.
When faced with such a benefactor, even someone as sly as a fox and eternally masked like Haruno found it hard to say "no."
She reached out and wrapped her arm around her little sister's shoulder, trying to curry favor as she said, "So it's really not that I don't trust you! How about next time? Next time for sure."
Yukinoshita Yukino gazed into the woman's eyes, as if trying to discern something.
After a long while, she let out a soft sigh, "I understand what you mean. But saying 'next time for sure'... aren't you just cursing yourself?"
'Situations that require an exorcist only happen when you encounter a ghost, right?'
'For an ordinary person, experiencing a single supernatural event is already terrible enough. And you actually want a second time?'
"Ehehe~", Haruno stuck out her tongue. Clearly a well-developed mature older sister, with a body that was the polar opposite of her younger sister, yet her every move still carried girlish charm, it didn't even feel out of place.
"However," Yukino had long since gotten used to her sister's deliberately cutesy antics and felt nothing, but her tone shifted seriously, "if the exorcist you hired this time still fails to act, then you must agree to take my suggestion."
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Chapter 205: Yukinoshita Haruno: Wheres the One Who Hurt Yukino?
"Mm", Yukinoshita Haruno stretched out her slender pale fingers, gently tapping her chin, as if she were thinking.
