"Taimu ishi erusu zanhaipa…" Gotō Hitori sang haltingly.
Putting aside her strange Japanese-English, just the fact that she had to pause at every word, and so less common words were pronounced unintelligibly, already gave Asakura a headache.
"Hitori, tell honestly, how are your grades at school?" he asked.
"If, if I count from the back, I'm confident I can rank in the top five…" the girl said sheepishly.
"Which subject?"
"All, all of them…"
Asakura put a hand to his forehead, his expression pained.
"Although there's a saying that 'rock musicians generally don't have good grades,' before this, I always thought it was just a rumor."
Even Yukinoshita Yukino couldn't help but show a look of admiration.
"In a way, being this bad in every subject is quite impressive—" Asakura sighed.
"Hehe, it's not that impressive…" The girl scratched her head shyly.
Asakura reached out and grabbed the girl's cheeks, kneading them forcefully like kneading rice cakes, squeezing out each word through clenched teeth: "I, am, not, praising, you."
"Hi, honto ni sumimasen—" the girl said indistinctly.
"Then why don't you just switch to a Japanese song?" Yukinoshita Yukino suggested. "We can't possibly start tutoring this Gotō-san, can we? There are only a few days left until the Founders' Festival, after all."
"That's true…" Asakura reluctantly let go—even though she barely took care of it, Hitori's face felt incredibly good to knead.
Then, he returned to the computer and opened the music score software again: "I don't have many Japanese songs here…"
He had only just flipped down one page when Yukinoshita Yukino, with her sharp eyes, said, "Isn't this a Japanese song? The title sounds pretty good."
"Uh… this one isn't really suitable for singing in public—" Asakura's forehead broke out in a cold sweat.
As ntioned before, although Asakura liked ani before he transmigrated, he wasn't one of those hardcore otaku. Most of his ani knowledge ca from "five-minute summaries" on apps like TikTok and Instagram.
Therefore, compared to the ani the songs widely circulated among otaku, Asakura was more impressed by the brainwashing music that was ubiquitous in short videos.
However, there were exceptions, of course.
For example, the once wildly popular "Ifuudoudou."
When Asakura was learning suona, he thought about playing so -worthy songs, then editing videos and uploading them to websites to see if he could beco an Up Master and make so quick money. Unfortunately, this field was extrely competitive. In the professional league, he couldn't beat professional musicians, and in the amateur league, he couldn't beat various female bodhisattvas. After a period of no progress, he completely gave up and honestly went to work.
Although Yukinoshita Yukino couldn't do quantum speed reading, her silent reading speed, honed by idly reading in the club every day, was quite fast. After Asakura had just said that one sentence, she had already made out parts of the lyrics. She fell silent, and her expression towards Asakura beca sowhat disdainful.
"As I just said, none of this was written by . I'm just a porter of nature—" Asakura said, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender, feeling his reputation in the Service Club plumting.
"At least I understand that it's not suitable for public performance…" Yukinoshita Yukino sighed. "Then let's change… huh?"
Before she could finish, she noticed that Gotō Hitori had sohow already moved closer to the computer.
"What's wrong, Hitori?" Asakura also looked at the girl with so surprise, only to find that she was looking at the score and lyrics on the screen with unusual seriousness: "This isn't suitable for you, let change…"
"…" Gotō Hitori's face was almost expressionless. She simply straightened up again, her fingers gently brushing across the guitar.
The next mont, the sound of the guitar erupted.
"Listen carefully to my [Song]!" Gotō Hitori shouted loudly, her face devoid of emotion. Her pink hair danced with her movents, a sight that made Asakura feel sowhat uncomfortable.
Is Hitori like this? No, that's completely wrong, isn't it? Could it be that Hoshino Ai's influence hasn't completely disappeared?
Asakura glanced at Hoshino Ai in the photo, finding her sitting obediently on the stage, seemingly anticipating Gotō Hitori's song.
Sweet, nectar-like gasps emanated from the girl's mouth. Although only the guitar was providing accompanint, for so reason, a indescribably beautiful lody, amidst the frenzy, seed to resonate in his mind, perfectly blending with the girl's evocative singing.
"Huh?" Asakura suddenly felt sothing was off.
"Toki ni wa kanda ri shite, itami wo oboe sasete, afureru EKITAI de, yogoshite yo zenbu…"
("Sotis bite , make rember this pain, with the overflowing fluid, stain all…") Gotō Hitori's voice was sotis lodious, sotis soaring, and the beautiful rhythm enveloped the Service Club like a mist.
"How strange…" Yukinoshita Yukino frowned, crystal beads of sweat visible on her forehead. Her eyes seed a little hazy, and her legs were tightly clamped together, her expression quite uncomfortable: "Sothing's not right…"
"Ashi no saki kara zutto, zowawaseta sono shinkei wa mou, kankaku ni oboreru, karada kokoro wo tsurete, yubi kuwaeta gaman no naka, hoshiten no ga risou?"
("From the tips of my toes, the tingling nerves, my body leading my mind, already drowning in sensation, biting my fingers in desperate patience, is what I desire the ideal?") A certain power in the girl's singing began to erge.
"Damn it!" As a certain desire deep within him was aroused by the girl's incredibly seductive singing and rapidly expanded along with sothing in his lower body, Asakura imdiately realized what was happening. "It's Magic rampage, fish…"
But the girl's Magic rampage ca too suddenly, and her behavior before that was too harmless, causing Asakura to realize it too late.
At the sa ti, there was another person in the room who was also affected by the Magic rampage.
Before he could activate the protection of the "Scale—" Yukinoshita Yukino, whose eyes had completely lost all clarity, pounced into Asakura's arms, her soft, moist lips engulfing his words and his sobriety. Even though Asakura still wanted to struggle, in just a mont, his last shred of rationality was overwheld by the intense desire that was more potent than any aphrodisiac.
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