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After finalizing the action details, Amamiya Natsuki looked at another Roadside player with a mushroom on his head and waved:
"Hirata, come sit, I'll help you take the mushroom off."
The young man named Hirata was the player whose mushroom hadn't matured yet, just like the Sheltered Ojou-sama earlier.
He was thin and introverted, rarely speaking.
Now, seeing Amamiya Natsuki wave to him, he quickly stood up and bowed respectfully:
"I've caused Natsuki-kun trouble."
"Don't be so formal, everyone should help each other," Fujiwara Chika asked curiously from the side, "What did Hirata do this morning that caused the mushroom on his head to suddenly ripen?"
"That…"
Young Hirata hesitated, paused for a moment, and then whispered:
"When I was on my way this morning, I accidentally stepped on… that kind of thing."
Upon hearing this, everyone, with a tacit understanding, stepped back.
"It's already been cleaned up!" Young Hirata's face flushed, and he quickly said, "I was very angry at the time and couldn't control my rage… After I vented, I suddenly felt calm."
Koyasu Tsubame crossed her left arm over her chest and propped her chin with her right hand, analyzing:
"Hirata-kun doesn't talk much, so he must have been suppressing his anger before, which is why the mushroom didn't ripen. It seems that to make a mushroom ripen, one must satisfy their own desires."
"That's right, it must be like that." Fujiwara Chika put her right hand on her hip, her voice clear, "I ate bread last night, and that's why my mushroom ripened… Eh, wait a minute!"
Fujiwara Chika suddenly widened her eyes and looked at Shinomiya Kaguya in shock:
"So, Kaguya-chan has to…"
"I don't need anything!"
Shinomiya Kaguya decisively interrupted, her wine-red eyes narrowed, launching a death ray at the secretary.
According to the current theory, to make the mushroom on one's head ripen, one must do something that satisfies their own desires.
Then, for a lust mushroom, one would naturally have to do lewd things.
That kind of thing, let alone doing it, can't even be spoken of!
"I won't say anything more."
Fujiwara Chika covered her mouth with both hands and quickly shook her head.
The matter of a girl having a lust mushroom on her head had not been widely publicized, and currently, only a few passerby players knew about it.
Hayasaka Ai crossed her arms over her chest and calmly said:
"Satisfying emotional urges is actually like drinking poison to quench thirst. In the world, once something happens the first time, there will definitely be a second time."
Satisfying evil emotions can make the mushroom ripen, but after it ripens, the next desire will surge even more, eventually becoming a vicious cycle.
Koyasu Tsubame pursed her pink lips and whispered:
"It's a good thing Natsuki-kun is here. If there were still mushrooms on our heads, it would definitely be incredibly difficult to endure right now, wouldn't it?"
As soon as she finished speaking.
Koyasu Tsubame suddenly blinked, her gaze involuntarily falling upon Amamiya Natsuki.
Then her eyes shifted slightly upward, looking at the mushroom on Amamiya Natsuki's head.
(Natsuki-kun's mushroom is still on his head, everyone else's mushrooms have been removed. Only Natsuki-kun is silently enduring everything by himself… It must be incredibly difficult for him right now, right?)
Thinking of this, Tsubame-senpai couldn't help but bite her lower lip.
"That's enough."
While everyone was talking, Amamiya Natsuki had already plucked the mushrooms from the heads of the passerby players.
Young Hirata touched his empty head and quickly stood up to express his gratitude.
Amamiya Natsuki waved his hand and said:
"I'm going out to wash my face."
"…"
Watching Amamiya Natsuki's lonely figure quietly walk away, a strong sense of responsibility suddenly welled up in Tsubame-senpai's heart.
Taking a deep breath, Koyasu Tsubame clenched her pink fists, quietly glanced around, and seeing that no one was paying attention to her, she quietly stepped to follow him.
Exiting the old castle hall.
A cold wind blew in his face.
Amamiya Natsuki gently exhaled and walked to a room in the corner. Due to years of disrepair, the window of the room had completely disappeared, and snow and wind kept pouring in, accumulating a thick layer on the windowsill.
Being in the dungeon, Amamiya Natsuki naturally wasn't so particular. He directly grabbed a handful of snow to wipe his face, simply cleaned himself, and suddenly remembered that Fujiwara Chika had eaten snowballs before. Out of curiosity, he casually pinched a snowball and put it into his mouth.
This scene was coincidentally seen by Tsubame-senpai, who had followed him.
(Natsuki-kun is actually eating snowballs?)
Koyasu Tsubame's steps paused slightly, her eyes widening.
(Why would he eat that kind of thing for no reason? He's not a child… He must be enduring something incredibly difficult, and is forced to torment himself with snowballs, right?)
Understanding the cause and effect, Tsubame-senpai's gaze finally became firm.
(Although I cannot purify Natsuki-kun, I can at least provide what help I can… No matter what, I cannot just stand by and do nothing!)
"Senpai?"
Amamiya Natsuki heard the movement, turned to look at Koyasu Tsubame at the door, wiped his mouth, and said:
"Why are you here?"
"I… came to find you." Koyasu Tsubame stepped in front of Amamiya Natsuki. The Senpai, standing at one meter sixty, could just reach Amamiya Natsuki's nose when she held her head high and puffed out her chest. Her wine-red eyes held a firm gaze, like a Nurse about to rush to the battlefield to save the wounded. She bit her lip and said, "The mushroom can't be removed, Natsuki-kun must be enduring it very hard, right?"
Amamiya Natsuki heard her and said:
"It's alright for now, just a little uncomfortable."
A little uncomfortable means very uncomfortable.
Boys, these creatures, always like to say one thing and mean another.
After Koyasu Tsubame made her judgment, she clenched her right hand into a fist, pressed it against her chest, and said:
"It's too hard to keep enduring it. I… I can help."
Amamiya Natsuki was startled and asked, puzzled:
"What help, Senpai?"
As a senpai, Koyasu Tsubame was not a timid person. Now that she had spoken, she naturally wouldn't flee in panic. Her pretty face flushed, and she bit her pink lips stubbornly, saying:
"It's that kind of help, to help you relieve the pressure from the mushroom."
"…"
Amamiya Natsuki understood this time.
Chika didn't even offer to help, I didn't expect you to be the first to step forward!
"As expected of Senpai," Amamiya Natsuki complained, "Are you an experienced adult then?"
"I don't have that kind of experience!"
Koyasu Tsubame's pink cheeks quickly puffed up, and she couldn't help but say, "I haven't even been in a relationship, how could I have that kind of experience?!"
Amamiya Natsuki said:
"Then why does Senpai want to help?"
"It's all for me that Natsuki-kun entered this dungeon." Koyasu Tsubame gently exhaled and whispered, "And last night, I was careless and let Snow White escape… I can't help with other things, so I can only do what I can."
After speaking, Koyasu Tsubame turned her pretty face away, from her neck to her earlobes, all turning a delicate pink. She whispered:
"But… you can only touch for a while, nothing else."
Amamiya Natsuki heard this, his gaze shifted slightly downward, falling on the Senpai's proud curves that even multiple layers of clothing couldn't conceal.
"What are you thinking?!" Tsubame-senpai's pretty face flushed, and she covered her chest with both hands, unable to help but say, "I'm letting you touch my legs!"
Amamiya Natsuki's expression became serious: "Senpai, you're going too far."
"Eh?"
"You're actually trying to tempt me with your best-looking part."
"Hmph~"
Tsubame-senpai let out a soft snort and looked down at her legs.
Due to years of dancing and gymnastics, her legs were long and straight, indeed very beautiful, and more than one person had said they were beautiful.
However, compared to that, legs were easier to accept.
"You…" Tsubame-senpai gently bit her pink lips, her eyes moist, "Are you going to touch them or not?"
"…"
The lust mushroom quietly swelled, and Amamiya Natsuki involuntarily reached out his right hand.
But he stopped halfway, forcibly holding back.
"That was close." Amamiya Natsuki took half a step back, wiping the sweat from his forehead, "You actually tried to trick me into committing a crime."
"What crime…" Koyasu Tsubame said speechlessly, "I'm not going to call the police, what are you afraid of?"
By the end of her sentence, Tsubame-senpai's pink cheeks had puffed up slightly.
You're not some upright gentleman or a good hero. I'm already enduring the shame to help, and you're still refusing? Don't I have any dignity?!
Amamiya Natsuki said in a melancholic tone:
"That's because Senpai doesn't understand boys."
"Eh?"
"Men, these creatures, it's instinct to push their luck. After one touch, they'll definitely want to do something even more excessive."
Amamiya Natsuki said frankly, "Especially with a girl as cute as Senpai, I definitely wouldn't be able to resist. By then, Senpai wouldn't even have time to cry."
"…"
Amamiya Natsuki subconsciously raised his arms, covering his chest, and with a flushed face, glared at Amamiya Natsuki, unable to help but complain:
"You're too honest!"
"Honesty is a virtue." Amamiya Natsuki turned his body to the side, "So, Senpai, what do you say now, do you still want to help?"
"I…"
Koyasu Tsubame moved her pink lips, unable to say the words "help" anymore.
Just a touch would be fine, but those more excessive things… she really did care about them.
The moment the thought of retreating welled up in her heart, Koyasu Tsubame suddenly remembered her earlier self, and instantly felt ashamed.
(Koyasu Tsubame, Koyasu Tsubame, do you only have this much resolve?)
(Natsuki-kun is still thinking of you right now, and you're actually thinking of abandoning him? How shameful!)
(People can't just think about themselves; they also need to help others, especially when it's their responsibility!)
From childhood to adulthood, Tsubame-senpai had never been one to escape reality.
Taking a deep breath now, Koyasu Tsubame's gaze quickly firmed, her pretty face flushed like fire, and she whispered:
"I can try… If I really can't accept it, then we'll talk."
Looking at the Senpai's flushed pretty face, with a hint of alluring innocence added to her usual heroic demeanor, Amamiya Natsuki, under the influence of the lust mushroom, could no longer restrain himself. He extended his right arm and suddenly hugged the Senpai's slender waist tightly.
"Mmm…"
Being held tightly in a boy's embrace, her chest pressed against his, Tsubame-senpai couldn't help but let out a breath. Her eyes didn't know where to look, and then she saw Amamiya Natsuki leaning down. She widened her eyes in panic and quickly reached out to cover Amamiya Natsuki's mouth.
"Wait, wait a minute… No kissing!"
"Sorry, I couldn't hold back just now."
"When you apologize, don't kiss my palm… Ah!"
"…"
I have to say, Senpai's legs are long and straight, and the feel of her pantyhose is super nice.
"By the way, aren't you cold just wearing stockings?"
Amamiya Natsuki asked.
"A little cold." Tsubame-senpai's pretty face was flushed, and she pursed her pink lips, trying her best to endure. She only felt as if ants were crawling on her legs, a strange tingling sensation, "But it's acceptable… Tokyo's winter is also very cold, and I also wear stockings."
As Amamiya Natsuki spoke, he climbed to Tsubame-senpai's absolute domain, and the moment his fingers touched her skin, Tsubame-senpai couldn't help but let out a soft cry.
"Hmm… don't, don't touch me, your hand is so cold."
Amamiya Natsuki reluctantly let go of her hand, and couldn't help but complain:
"Senpai, are you sure you're not here to cause trouble?"
"Of course I…"
Tsubame-senpai's gaze shifted downwards, and after a glance, her pretty face turned red, and she quickly averted her eyes.
"I'm going back!"
"…"
The seemingly heroic senpai, after all, was not as thick-skinned as Hayasaka Ai, and quickly fled in a panic.
Amamiya Natsuki had no choice but to walk back to the window and cool himself down with snow.
A moment later.
After his head calmed down, Amamiya Natsuki turned and walked back to the castle hall.
"Natsuki-kun, why did it take you so long to come back?"
Fujiwara Chika asked in confusion.
Amamiya Natsuki glanced at Tsubame-senpai and said casually, "I was learning from Buddha, meditating facing a wall, trying to transcend the mortal world, and control my desires."
"…"
After a few words, Amamiya Natsuki clapped his hands, attracting everyone's attention, and said seriously:
"This palace mission is full of dangers. If you feel that you are not capable enough, you can choose to stay behind. It doesn't matter at all."
As the saying goes, unable to accomplish anything, but good at messing things up.
Several passerby players hesitated for a moment, and some raised their hands to withdraw. After all, the main quest had no difficulty at all, and as long as they stayed put, they could return to the real world.
Finally, Tsubame-senpai, the passerby player Yamashita whom they met first, and Amamiya Natsuki and a few others continued to act together.
As for dwarves and Little Red Riding Hood, they naturally remained in the castle.
"Then… let's go."
The group quickly arrived near the palace.
It was still snowing.
The sky had quietly darkened a bit more.
On the snow-covered streets, there were almost no pedestrians, only several soldiers guarding the palace entrance.
"Hanamori, you can transform now."
Amamiya Natsuki looked at the Spy Maid.
"Mm."
Hayasaka Ai nodded lightly, silently activating the temporary skill [Disguise], and a blurred fluctuation quickly appeared on her body, followed by her transforming into an incredibly beautiful girl with silver hair reaching her waist and skin as white as snow.
Her beauty had already reached the human ceiling, even surpassing Shinomiya Kaguya.
It was Snow White.
Last night in the valley, Amamiya Natsuki saw that Hayasaka was very interested in the disguise skill, so after copying it, he directly pasted it to Hayasaka Ai.
On the way into the city last night, Hayasaka Ai was also in charge of guarding Snow White, so the disguise conditions were naturally met.
"Eh, how amazing, she's exactly like Snow White." Fujiwara Chika circled Hayasaka, looking from left to right, "You can't tell at all that it's fake."
"Actually, you can feel it." Amamiya Natsuki shook his head and said, "Although she looks like Snow White, she doesn't have the simp aura… But it should be fine to bring people into the palace."
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