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"...Hmph, men."
Five minutes later.
Hayasaka Ai snorted in disdain, pulled her hand away, and stood up mercilessly, "Goodbye, Senpai."
Amamiya Natsuki straightened his disheveled clothes and suggested:
"It's still raining outside, why don't you leave tomorrow morning instead?"
"You actually want me to stay."
Hayasaka Ai covered her skirt and took half a step back.
"Pervert Senpai must be planning to sneak over and launch a night attack on me after I fall asleep, right?"
Amamiya Natsuki said expressionlessly:
"Marin is still here, and Miko will be here soon.
We'll all sleep in the living room tonight."
"Pervert Senpai actually wants to try such an excessive way of playing!"
Hayasaka Ai took another half step back, raising her voice slightly, looking at him with the gaze one would give an escaped prisoner.
"After everyone falls asleep, Pervert Senpai will secretly crawl into my bed, hug me from behind, and say things like 'You don't want to be heard, do you?', making me cover my mouth tightly and let Senpai do whatever he wants, right?"
"Sorry, that kind of play is too perverted, please forgive me, I cannot accept it!"
"Senpai, please go find someone else, I can't accept it."
"..."
Amamiya Natsuki silently took out his phone and aimed it at Hayasaka Ai.
"Pervert Senpai, what are you doing?"
Hayasaka Ai asked in confusion.
Amamiya Natsuki said: "I'm going to record it."
"Huh?"
"Next time you come as a maid, I'll show you the video and see what your expression will be like."
Hayasaka Ai: "..."
Needless to say, it would be super embarrassing!
A maid is a maid, and a junior is a junior.
They're not the same identity, so different behavior is normal, right?
Hayasaka Ai snorted twice, finally settling down.
"You already know about the Midnight Theater, right?"
Amamiya Natsuki said, "It will end before six in the morning, so it won't be too late for you to go back then."
"Hmm..."
Hayasaka Ai put her finger to her lips, hesitating.
The Midnight Theater thing, she was indeed very interested.
During the day at school, she couldn't go to the Student Council to discuss it together, which was troublesome.
After a few seconds of thought, Hayasaka Ai quickly made a decision, crossing her arms over her chest and saying:
"Senpai promises not to night-raid me, and I'll reluctantly stay."
Amamiya Natsuki closed the game and casually said:
"Then what should I do to make you willingly stay?"
"Let me think... Ah, I got it."
Hayasaka Ai extended a finger and said with a smile, "My feet are so sore from walking all the way here.
As long as Senpai helps me massage my feet, I'll willingly stay."
Amamiya Natsuki said:
"I have an even better idea, do you want to hear it?"
"Huh, what?"
"Send a message to Kaguya-san and tell her you found a runaway maid."
"Senpai is taking advantage of the situation!"
"That's right, I am."
"..."
After chatting for a while, Kitagawa Marin came out of the bathroom after taking a shower.
Playing a game with two people was fine, but three people felt awkward, so Amamiya Natsuki turned off the game console, and the three of them watched TV together.
Around half past ten, Miko quietly slipped over from next door again.
Three girls make a drama, plus a silly dog wagging its tail, and Mrs. Shimizu, it was quite lively for a while.
"Oh, this drama's preview was interesting, I didn't expect it to premiere today."
"It must be hard to live a life where you can only speak the truth, right?"
"It's starting, let's watch together."
Amamiya Natsuki was sitting on the single sofa in the corner, playing on his phone, and looked towards the TV upon hearing that.
The opening scene was a hotel, with warm yellow lighting, where the shirtless male lead was kissing a woman.
Hey, hey, no wonder you're a late-night drama, this thing shouldn't be shown to elementary school student!
Upon seeing this scene, the air quietly fell silent for a moment.
Amamiya Natsuki slightly turned his head and looked at the three girls on the other side.
Miko's pretty face was slightly red, and she nonchalantly averted her gaze, pretending not to notice.
Kitagawa Marin lightly coughed twice: "I heard that these kinds of scenes in movies and TV shows are usually shot with forced perspective."
"Marin is right."
Hayasaka Ai nodded while looking at Amamiya Natsuki, her eyes full of disdain.
Pervert senpai, take responsibility for me!
Amamiya Natsuki said faintly from the side:
"However, the truth is, there are still many actors who are willing to sacrifice for art."
Kitagawa Marin glared over: "Don't talk while watching TV."
...
Fortunately, this wasn't a paid video; the shot was just a flash, a night passed without a word, and then it was the next day.
"What the heck, I thought she was his girlfriend, turns out it was just a hookup... Scumbag!"
Kitagawa Marin couldn't help but complain.
"Using their good looks and ability to sweet-talk people to deceive others' feelings, such people are too much," Hayasaka Ai said, crossing her arms over her chest, "They should be put down like dogs."
Miko rarely expressed an opinion: "Agreed."
Amamiya Natsuki was speechless: "You can comment, but why are you looking at me?"
"Senpai knows full well."
...
The TV drama continued to play.
The content was not obscure or difficult to understand; the male lead was a top salesperson at a real estate agency, achieving first place in sales every month. For the sake of performance, he would lie constantly and resort to unscrupulous means. During a demolition process, he was cursed, causing him to only be able to speak the truth, leading to constant social death.
After watching it, Amamiya Natsuki deeply doubted the saying that honesty is a virtue.
If everyone really spoke the truth, the whole world would become a mess, wouldn't it?
Buzz.
A gentle vibration caught Amamiya Natsuki's attention.
Picking up his phone, Amamiya Natsuki was surprised to find that it was a message from Komi.
It had been a while since they exchanged contact information. If he remembered correctly, this seemed to be Komi's second time actively sending a message; the last time was when her family was entangled with evil spirits and she hoped he could help.
"Natsuki-kun... are you asleep?"
"I'm already asleep."
At the same time.
In the dim room, only the bedside lamp cast a faint glow.
Komi was lying on her side on the bed, her legs clamping the blanket, her pretty face flushed as she looked at her phone.
Upon seeing the message, Komi subconsciously wanted to apologize, but halfway through her reply, she suddenly realized and couldn't help but slightly puff out her pink cheeks.
Liar.
How could he reply to a message if he was asleep?
Komi: "I'm sorry, please delete that video from this afternoon."
I thought you would continue to swallow your anger, but I didn't expect you to send a message. Congratulations, you've made great progress.
Amamiya Natsuki: "I refuse. That's a unique video in the whole world, there won't be a second one. It would be too much of a pity to delete it."
Komi: "...What if someone else sees it?"
Amamiya Natsuki: "Don't worry, I'll keep it safe as a family heirloom. I promise no one else will see it."
Komi: "Please, please don't!"
Amamiya Natsuki: "Deleting it is not an option, but sharing a copy with you is no problem."
...
A video was shared.
Komi hesitated for a moment, then clicked download.
After the download was complete, a sudden sound of rushing water startled Komi.
Hurriedly pulling the blanket over her head, Komi looked at her phone with a red face.
"Eh? A blanket... and a high-pressure water gun?"
"It feels... so strange..." Komi's eyes widened, her expression bewildered, "There's an indescribable sense of stress relief..."
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