The rain grew heavier.
Cold rainwater hammered continuously against the station’s metal roofing, producing an endlessly noisy and irritating rhythm.
Near the Chiba Line ticket gates, crowds flowed endlessly like a woven tapestry.
Office workers rushing home after overtime and students returning from school all hurried through the rain with exhausted expressions.
Yet amidst the bustling station, one corner seemed strangely empty.
As though driven by instinct, passing pedestrians unconsciously avoided a particular pillar beside the ticket gate.
Standing there was a girl.
Yotsuya Miko.
She wasn’t holding an umbrella.
Or more accurately, she held a folded transparent umbrella loosely in one hand while allowing drifting rain mist to dampen her body.
Fujiwara Ai stopped several meters away and silently observed her through the crowd.
This was the first time he had seriously examined this girl who could see them.
It had to be admitted.
In this two-dimensional world where appearance mattered excessively, Yotsuya Miko’s beauty absolutely belonged at the top tier.
Long black hair smoother than raven feathers clung lightly against her cheeks because of the rain.
Several damp strands framed her delicate face.
Her skin carried the pale softness of someone who rarely received sunlight, almost like fragile porcelain.
Combined with those deep amber eyes capable of swallowing a person’s consciousness whole, she possessed a dangerously alluring charm.
The rain-soaked Sobu High School uniform tightly outlined her slender yet mature curves.
Black over-the-knee socks wrapped around straight elegant legs beneath her skirt.
Beautiful.
But also
Very heavy.
The gloomy emotional aura surrounding her almost solidified the air itself, causing Fujiwara Ai’s [Malice Perception] to sting faintly.
“…Phew.”
Fujiwara Ai exhaled softly while adjusting his breathing internally.
He forcibly suppressed the surprise caused by witnessing this completed prototype of a future Yandere masterpiece.
If his emotions fluctuated too violently again, the soul-tearing pain would definitely activate.
He stepped forward calmly.
The moment Yotsuya Miko noticed him, the lifeless gloom inside her eyes instantly ignited like flames catching dry wood.
The transformation happened so quickly it felt disturbing.
“Fujiwara…
san.”
Her voice sounded hoarse.
Slightly trembling.
Filled with grievance.
Fujiwara Ai stopped directly in front of her before quietly looking at her rain-dampened bangs.
“Didn’t I tell you to use an umbrella?”
His tone remained cold and indifferent, sounding more like he was stating a fact rather than expressing concern.
“I brought one.”
Miko raised the transparent umbrella weakly.
Rainwater dripped continuously from its edges.
Then she smiled faintly.
A somewhat broken smile.
“But…
if I didn’t get wet…”
“…would Fujiwara-san feel sorry for me?”
“…”
Fujiwara Ai’s eyelid twitched slightly.
What kind of logic was that?
Using self-harm for emotional leverage?
This girl’s mental state really was approaching dangerous territory.
“Boring.”
He coldly dropped those words before suddenly grabbing Miko’s wrist.
“Let’s go.”
The moment their skin touched, Fujiwara Ai realized her hand felt ice cold.
Yet immediately after he grabbed her, Miko visibly trembled before tightly interlocking her fingers with his.
Their fingers locked together firmly.
A desperate grip strong enough to leave nail marks.
The two quietly walked out of the station.
Rain continued falling outside.
Fujiwara Ai hadn’t brought an umbrella.
Although Miko had one, she showed absolutely no intention of opening it.
Instead, she simply clung tightly against him like ivy wrapping around a tree while greedily absorbing the warmth from his body.
“Fujiwara-san…”
Miko buried her face near his shoulder before inhaling deeply.
The familiar mint-like scent remained there.
But—
Her body suddenly stiffened.
“There’s another smell.”
Her voice instantly became low and dangerous.
Fujiwara Ai paused slightly.
“What?”
“Smoke…”
“Alcohol…”
“And…”
Miko slowly raised her head.
Dangerous light flickered within her amber eyes.
Her nose almost pressed directly against Fujiwara Ai’s collar as she sniffed carefully like an animal protecting territory.
“A woman’s perfume.”
Inside places like Live Houses, air circulation naturally remained terrible.
As for the perfume scent, it was probably Seika’s or Nijika’s.
“…Did you go somewhere strange?”
Miko’s grip tightened harder.
Her nails pressed painfully through the soaked fabric into Fujiwara Ai’s skin.
“Fujiwara-san…”
“…did you secretly go to that kind of indecent place behind my back?”
“Even though…”
“…having only me should already be enough…”
“Even though my legs are also…”
Seeing her imagination rapidly spiraling toward dangerous R-rated territory, Fujiwara Ai immediately understood he could no longer stay silent.
If this continued, tonight might genuinely end with a School Days ending.
“Live House.”
Fujiwara Ai explained briefly.
“I went to fix a guitar.”
“A guitar?”
Miko froze slightly.
The dangerous darkness in her eyes receded a little.
“…That pink-haired girl?”
“Yeah.”
Fujiwara Ai answered honestly.
“She’s the guitarist there.
Hearing the explanation, Miko’s expression softened somewhat.
Still
The sour jealousy inside her remained far too thick to disappear completely.
She lowered her head slowly before staring at Fujiwara Ai’s rain-soaked collarbone.
Determination flashed through her eyes.
“…I don’t like it.”
“What?”
“I don’t like Fujiwara-san carrying someone else’s scent.”
Miko suddenly stopped walking entirely.
At this moment, they happened to pass a dark alleyway illuminated only faintly by distant streetlights while rainwater echoed around them.
Before Fujiwara Ai could react
Miko suddenly rose onto her tiptoes and wrapped both arms tightly around his neck before throwing herself directly into his chest.
Their soaked uniforms pressed tightly together.
Coldness and warmth intertwined.
“I need to disinfect you.”
The girl murmured softly.
Then
She bit down hard against the side of his neck.
“Hiss…!”
Fujiwara Ai inhaled sharply.
Not because it hurt.
But because the warm and wet sensation exploded violently along his nervous system.
Miko’s teeth lightly ground against his skin while her tongue teasingly brushed near his carotid artery.
[Warning!
Warning!]
[Host emotional fluctuations rising rapidly!
Soul rejection reaction imminent!]
[External stimulation detected.
Recommendation: endure it.]
“…Ugh.”
Fujiwara Ai released a muffled groan.
His face instantly turned pale.
Inside his mind, it felt as though a rusty saw was violently tearing through his nerves.
The agonizing soul-tearing pain mixed bizarrely with the tingling pleasure spreading from his neck, creating an almost maddening sensation.
He gritted his teeth forcefully.
Instinctively, his hands grabbed Miko’s shoulders as though intending to push her away.
But
The moment his palms touched her trembling slender body, his movements stopped.
He couldn’t push her away.
Or perhaps
Some subconscious instinct didn’t want to.
Miko seemed to notice his trembling.
She slowly released her bite before staring at the gradually reddening mark left behind.
A sickly satisfaction appeared inside her eyes.
“Now…”
“…my scent is on you.”
She lightly licked the bite mark once more as though soothing it while simultaneously stamping ownership onto him.
Fujiwara Ai took several deep breaths before finally suppressing the soul pain again.
Then he looked down toward the flushed girl inside his arms.
At this moment, where was the frightened Miko who trembled constantly because of evil spirits?
This girl looked more like a Succubus who had finally eaten her fill.
“Finished fooling around?”
His voice sounded slightly hoarse now.
Instead of intimidating, however, the raspiness only made his voice more magnetic.
Miko immediately shrank back slightly.
Only now did she realize she might have gone too far.
She slowly released him before taking half a step backward and lowering her head.
Her fingers nervously twisted the hem of her skirt.
“I…
I’m sorry, Fujiwara-san.”
“Because…”
“…I was scared.”
“The thought of Fujiwara-san being stolen away by someone else…”
“…I couldn’t control myself…”
As she spoke, tears mixed with rainwater slid down her cheeks continuously.
Fujiwara Ai quietly looked at her.
Was this what happened when dependence evolved too far?
Still—
He didn’t dislike it as much as expected.
In this dangerous world filled with evil spirits and uncertainty, this overwhelming emotional attachment instead felt strangely real.
Before transmigrating, he had merely been an ordinary nobody.
No one had ever needed him this desperately.
“…Don’t do it again.”
Fujiwara Ai slowly raised his hand before wiping away tears near her eyes using his thumb.
The movement remained slightly stiff.
Yet the warmth from his fingertips instantly stopped Miko’s crying.
“Let’s go.”
“I’ll walk you home.”
Fujiwara Ai picked up the umbrella from the wet ground before finally opening it.
The dark umbrella canopy blocked out the rain while creating a small private world shared only between them.
This time, Miko behaved much more obediently.
She hugged Fujiwara Ai’s arm tightly while leaning happily against his shoulder as though the dangerous Yandere from moments earlier had never existed.
By the time they arrived near Miko’s home, the rain had already stopped.
“Um…
Fujiwara-san.”
Standing near the doorway, Miko tugged lightly at his sleeve while looking reluctant.
“Would you like to come inside for tea?”
“Your clothes are wet…”
“…you might catch a cold.”
The implication behind the invitation was already obvious.
In a normal romance anime, the protagonist would naturally enter the house afterward before triggering countless cliché misunderstandings.
But Fujiwara Ai glanced toward the second-floor window instead.
There
A pale female ghost with long hair hung upside down while grinding its teeth violently at him.
Clearly one of the permanent residents inside Miko’s house.
“No thanks.”
Fujiwara Ai refused immediately.
Although he wasn’t afraid of ghosts, his mental condition currently remained unstable.
He genuinely lacked energy to deal with a powerful Earthbound Spirit tonight.
Still
Since he had already escorted her home, he might as well finish things properly.
Fujiwara Ai released Miko’s hand but didn’t immediately leave. This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
Instead, he stepped beside her before slowly lifting his gaze toward the upside-down female ghost.
His eyes became cold.
Lifeless.
The absolute contempt of a higher-dimensional soul descended directly onto the ghost.
“Disappear.”
His lips moved silently.
At the same moment, the soul pressure enhanced by the system exploded outward like an invisible blade aimed directly toward the second floor.
“Screeeeech—!!!”
The female ghost released a horrifying scream instantly.
It curled backward in terror as though burned alive by scorching iron.
The resentment inside its eyes disappeared completely, replaced only by panic.
Frantically clawing against the window frame, it desperately escaped before turning into black smoke and fleeing into the neighboring chimney.
Even the wandering spirits beneath nearby streetlights scattered instantly from fear.
Within fifty meters, the surrounding atmosphere became unnaturally clean.
“Eh?
Fujiwara-san?”
Miko hadn’t seen the scene above because she kept her head lowered the entire time.
She only noticed the cold oppressive atmosphere surrounding her suddenly disappear.
The world felt lighter.
Safer.
As though purified.
“It’s nothing.”
Fujiwara Ai withdrew his gaze.
The terrifying coldness inside his eyes instantly faded back into calm indifference.
“I just chased away an annoying fly.”
Miko froze briefly.
Then realization struck her.
She hurriedly looked toward the second floor.
Nothing remained there anymore.
The familiar feeling of fear haunting her own home had vanished completely.
For the first time in ages
Home finally felt safe.
Her eyes instantly filled with tears.
So he knew all along.
He had been protecting her this entire time.
“Thank you…
thank you, Fujiwara-san!”
Miko’s voice trembled heavily with emotion.
Unable to suppress her feelings anymore, she suddenly rose onto her tiptoes before quickly kissing Fujiwara Ai’s cheek.
“Goodnight, Fujiwara-san!”
After shouting those words, she immediately fled inside the house like a startled rabbit before slamming the front door shut.
Fujiwara Ai touched the lingering damp warmth left on his cheek.
“…She’s getting bolder.”
Though he muttered the complaint quietly, his footsteps noticeably felt lighter as he turned away.
[Ding!
Side Quest “Pink Resonance” settlement complete.]
[Rewards Issued: Charisma +1]
[Current Charisma: 75]
[Skill Acquired: Guitar Shredding (Mastery)]
[Ding!
Deep emotional interaction with Yotsuya Miko detected.]
[Yotsuya Miko Favorability +15]
[Current Favorability: 67/100]
[Status Update: Potential Yandere / Possessive]
[System Evaluation: Her house is now only considered “home” when you are present.]
[Notice: Charisma reaching 75 represents a major threshold.
Your appearance will undergo qualitative optimization.
Please prepare mentally.]
Back inside his apartment, Fujiwara Ai immediately took a hot shower.
When he eventually stood before the bathroom mirror while drying his hair
He froze slightly.
Charisma: 75.
If 74 represented handsome, then 75 represented the beginning of stunning.
The theoretical human limit remained 80.
The facial structure itself hadn’t changed dramatically.
Yet the overall impression had completely transformed.
His originally sharp features now appeared refined and harmonious.
His skin resembled polished cold jade.
Most importantly
Those eyes.
Deep.
Dark.
As though endless secrets hid inside them.
Even casual eye contact created an inexplicable attraction.
Then there was his temperament.
Asceticism.
Distance.
Fragility born from soul pain.
Combined together, they formed something lethally attractive toward women.
“…This face.”
Fujiwara Ai touched his cheek lightly.
The faint sensation from Miko’s bite still seemed to linger there.
At that moment, the phone on the table vibrated.
Not Miko.
An unknown number.
The profile picture looked like a pink slug.
[Um…
this is Goto Ichiri.]
[I wanted to ask about the effect pedal settings…
and…]
[Goodnight, Master.]
Fujiwara Ai stared silently at the word Master.
The corner of his mouth twitched again.
What exactly had this pink creature imagined him to be?
Then he glanced toward the system panel.
Although Goto Ichiri’s favorability currently sat only at 35
The status description reading “wants to be kept as a pet” looked dangerous regardless of interpretation.
“…This conquest route is more troublesome than I expected.”
Fujiwara Ai turned off the phone before collapsing onto the bed.
Inside his body, the warmth generated by the Charisma increase surged continuously once more.
Half asleep and half awake
He vaguely saw several familiar girls reaching their hands toward him.
Each carried a completely different expression.