[Special Mission: Help Kana Kobayakawa untie her emotional knot.]
[Mission Complete! Reward: 5,000 yen]
[Target: Kana Kobayakawa | Favorability +15 | Bonus Reward: 15,000 yen]
[Current Favorability: 75]
The moment Kana Kobayakawa left the room, that glowing, translucent system interface flickered into existence right in front of me again. Like a pop-up ad from heaven. Or hell, depending on your perspective.
Yeah yeah, mission complete... yada yada. But whoa—+15 favorability? That's not just "Hey, you're kinda nice," that's "You might be dangerous if you smile at me again." The emotional dam really did burst, huh?
Kana-san... No, Kana really had been bottling it all up. The way she clung to me like I was her last lifeboat in an ocean of expectations... Damn. That hit harder than I expected.
Not that I'm complaining. The system rewards were a sweet bonus. 20,000 yen in total? That's almost enough for one high-end date—or like twenty gyudon bowls. But more importantly... 75 favorability. That's dangerously close to relationship route unlocked levels.
I glanced at my phone. Past midnight.
...Maybe it was because I had accidentally dozed off in Matsumoto Tomoko's room earlier (a very dangerous nap), but I wasn't feeling tired.
So I just lay in bed, one hand behind my head, staring at the ceiling like some budget anime protagonist.
Tomorrow would be my last day off before transferring to my new high school. No part-time work, and Kana had even told me to rest up. Which meant...
Free roaming quest accepted.
Time to do what every small-town boy dreams of—getting lost in the neon jungle of Tokyo.
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The next morning greeted me with blue skies and a sun so warm it felt like it was apologizing for yesterday's drama.
I stretched, slid open the curtains, and let the sunlight flood the room.
After a quick wash, I stepped out of my room... and spotted a familiar figure sweeping the yard like it was a Shinto shrine. Matsumoto Tomoko, in all her early-morning glory.
"Good morning, Tomoko-neesan," I called out, descending the stairs.
She paused mid-sweep, looked up, and tucked a stray hair behind her ear. Her gentle smile could've made the sun jealous.
"Ohayou, Sousuke-kun. You're up early today too?"
"I'm from the countryside," I said, grinning. "We wake up with the roosters."
She chuckled. I picked up a spare broom and joined her.
I mean, it's the least I can do after all those god-tier meals she feeds me.
"Arigatou, Sousuke-kun. You're always such a help."
Her voice was as soothing as a wind chime.
The yard didn't take long to clean, but that peaceful morning atmosphere lingered even as we finished. I followed her into her room afterward, where the faint scent of freshly washed linens mixed with miso and grilled ham.
"Sit down and rest. I'll make breakfast."
She glided into the kitchen. A few minutes later, my stomach growled in anticipation.
"Itadakimasu."
Ham sandwich. Atsuyaki tamago. Warm milk. Simple, but flawless.
Every bite made me wonder if Tomoko-neesan had leveled up her cooking stats just to spoil me. At this point, she owned my stomach. Possibly my soul.
After we finished eating and I said my goodbyes, I headed out to explore Tokyo.
The air was crisp, the morning crowd minimal. I strolled toward the tram station without a care in the world. I didn't have a plan or a destination in mind.
And Tokyo delivered.
Shinjuku, Shibuya, Ikebukuro...
Every district was overflowing with life—laughing students, couples holding hands, cosplayers advertising maid cafés. The streets were alive with music, chatter, and the distant howl of a karaoke booth echoing through a side alley.
I wandered aimlessly, getting bumped, jostled, and occasionally offered questionable flyers.
I couldn't help but think...
Next time, I need to bring a beautiful girl with me.
...Or several.
The sun had begun to lower by the time I got back on the train.
That's when I saw her.
She sat across the aisle, by the window.
A girl in a brown university uniform jacket. Long, silky black hair. Fair, radiant skin. Petite face—still a little youthful—but framed by mature touches like full, glossy lips and elegant lashes.
And—dear gods above—those curves.
The gentle arch of her chest strained lightly against the soft fabric of her top, while her long legs, wrapped in sheer black stockings, peeked out from under a skirt that felt dangerously short for public transport.
Was she a gravure model on break? A secret idol? A main heroine? Whatever she was, she practically glowed.
I realized, too late, I'd been staring.
Crap.
I jerked my head toward the window, pretending to be very interested in trees and electrical poles.
Why was the outside suddenly in HD? Every passing cloud felt suspiciously boob-shaped.
No, no, stop it! You're a good guy now, remember?!
And that's when the system window slammed into my vision.
But this time, it wasn't calm and blue.
Red. Flashing. Alarming.
[Emergency Assistance Detected!]
[Target Girl Is Being Harassed!]
[Mission: Intervene Immediately. Reward: 50,000 yen!]
What the hell?!
I snapped my gaze back toward the girl.
Her expression had changed.
She looked... scared.
Her skin had gone pale. Her lips were trembling. Her hands were gripping the hem of her skirt so tightly, the fabric was warping.
I scanned lower and—
There. A hand.
Creeping like a snake through the crowd, reaching toward her from the side. Attached to a man who looked like he hadn't showered in a week, pretending to scroll on his phone.
You bastard...
I didn't think.
I lunged forward, grabbing the guy's wrist mid-motion.
"Oi. What do you think you're doing?"
"Huh?! W-What the hell, kid?!"
He shouted, startled.
The girl turned, wide-eyed. Our eyes met.
She looked like she was on the verge of tears.
That was it. I wasn't letting this slide.
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