Anime Crossover: Starting By Bullying Bocchi-chan in my Second Life Chapter 10: Working is Impossible, Leeching off a Rich Woman

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"...There’s a bench over there, let’s go sit and rest for a bit."

Kitahara Makoto, with a righteous expression, led Little Miss Anxiety towards a bench not far away.

So smooth.

The girl’s skin was incredibly delicate and silky.

So small.

Just a tiny thing in his hand, so dazed she didn’t even know how to resist.

If he squeezed hard, this Bocchi-chan would definitely cry very loudly, right?

Compared to Kitahara Makoto’s relaxed naturalness, Hitori Gotō was completely dazed. She nervously looked down at the ground, her limbs stiff, as if she had turned into a wooden puppet. She even forgot how to speak, with only steam billowing from the top of her head, completely evolving into a Steam Princess.

(I’ve been held hands by a boy...!!!)

Little Miss Anxiety sat down on the bench in a daze, feeling her head swim. The surrounding sounds quietly faded away, but her heartbeat was more urgent and clear than ever, thumping incessantly in her ears.

(Besides Dad, this is the first ti I’ve held hands with a boy...)

(Kitahara-kun’s hand is so big...)

(And... it’s so, so, so comfortable...)

Hitori Gotō could clearly feel a continuous stream of warmth radiating from Kitahara Makoto’s palm, rapidly dispelling the chill in her body. It was like a lone traveler trekking in a cold winter night suddenly encountering a roaring bonfire. Her entire body felt indescribably warm and comfortable, as if every pore of her body had relaxed.

(I’m always cold when I sleep at night. If only Kitahara-kun could keep holding my hand...)

(Ahhhhhh!)

(Kitahara-kun is holding my hand to help , don’t overthink it!)

(I’m so gloomy, so useless. Kitahara-kun probably doesn’t want to hold my hand at all... right?)

(Wait, wait... my palm seems to be sweating. Kitahara-kun will be disgusted, right?)

(I’m definitely going to be disliked...)

(Soone like should really just hide in a cardboard box by the roadside, so as not to bother others...)

Ti quietly slipped away like this.

After an unknown amount of ti, a car suddenly drove by, but unfortunately, it didn’t stop and just drove away.

Hitori Gotō ca back to her senses, hastily withdrew her small hand, and her voice was like a mosquito’s hum:

"I-I’m fine now, my body doesn’t feel uncomfortable at all..."

"That’s good."

Kitahara Makoto knew when to stop. Given Bocchi-chan’s shy personality, today’s contact had clearly reached its limit.

"Hoo..."

Hitori Gotō secretly let out a sigh of relief. She dared not look up at anyone, kept her legs together, sat primly, and then took out her phone to fiddle with it.

Ti continued to pass. As the night deepened, a restless expression slowly appeared on Hitori Gotō’s face.

"What’s wrong?"

Kitahara Makoto asked softly.

"Th-that..." Hitori Gotō hesitated for a while, then still said softly, "It’s almost nine o’clock, and Mom sent a ssage asking why I’m not ho yet..."

"It is quite late." Kitahara Makoto nodded, "It’s normal for your mom to be worried."

This Bocchi-chan has never had a single friend since she was little, so she couldn’t even make an excuse to stay over at a friend’s house.

Kitahara Makoto pondered for a few seconds, then said:

"Alright, Hitori-chan, you go ho first."

Hitori Gotō bit her lower lip, her tone hesitant:

"B-but Fukada-senpai..."

"It’s not even certain if Ghost-senpai’s parents will be ho tonight. We can’t just keep waiting idly. If we don’t see them today, we can co back tomorrow." Kitahara Makoto raised an eyebrow, "...Ghost-senpai, what do you say?"

The Ghost-senpai floated out of Bocchi-chan’s body, her expression clearly quite resentful.

Asking what I say?

If I said no, I’d get hit, alright!

"Kitahara-sama is right." The Ghost-senpai said resentfully against her will, "I’ve already waited ten years, waiting one more day doesn’t matter... No rush."

"Th-then I’ll go ho first..."

Hitori Gotō finally agreed and prepared to go ho.

"Wait a mont." Kitahara Makoto took out his phone and handed it to Little Miss Anxiety, saying softly, "Let’s exchange contact information. It’s already very late, and I’m a little worried about Hitori-chan going back alone... Send a ssage when you get ho."

"O-okay..."

Hitori Gotō instinctively agreed.

It was only after taking out her phone that she suddenly realized this was the first ti she had exchanged contact information with anyone.

(Only friends exchange contact information... So, I guess Kitahara-kun and I are already friends, right?)

(Hehehe, I finally made a friend!)

After exchanging contact information, the three walked together towards the Train Station.

As for the Ghost-senpai, as an earthbound spirit, she would naturally wander back to Tsukinomori Academy on her own. The three would go back to help her after school tomorrow.

"I’m going ho now."

Hitori Gotō waved her hand, then stepped onto the Train Station with light steps.

Togawa Sakiko raised her hand to tuck a strand of black hair behind her ear, her voice cool and clear:

"Kitahara-kun, thank you for today... See you tomorrow."

The next mont, the Ghost-senpai suddenly blocked her way:

"Togawa-san, let’s make a deal?"

Togawa Sakiko paused, her delicate brows slightly furrowed:

"What do you an?"

"I don’t want to wait until tomorrow, not even a second longer. I just want to see my parents imdiately." The Ghost-senpai’s voice was forlorn, "I’ve saved a lot of New Year’s money since I was little, at least ten million yen, all saved in a bank card... You were quite short on money when we were eating ran at the shop earlier, weren’t you, Togawa-san?"

"As long as you’re willing to let possess you and help see my parents, I’ll give you all my pocket money as thanks!"

Kitahara Makoto looked over in surprise: "I didn’t expect you to be a rich woman."

Tsukinomori Academy is a prestigious school, and the Ghost-senpai in front of him was also a Miss Fallen Ojou-sama in her previous life, so it was reasonable for her to be rich and powerful.

Togawa Sakiko’s eyes suddenly lit up, and after less than half a second of hesitation, she said crisply, "...Deal!"

Custor Service?

Who would still be a Togawa!

Working is impossible; if you can rely on a rich woman, then rely on a rich woman.

Money lost can be earned again, and if you lose your conscience, you can earn more.

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