"Moeha, don't move, it's just an ordinary liquid, just hold on for a little while longer." Fujiwara Chika instructed.
"I-I know..."
The junior high school girl weakly responded.
"Natsuki-kun, you can continue." Fujiwara Chika quietly patted Amamiya Natsuki's shoulder, signaling with her eyes.
"Mm."
Amamiya Natsuki took out a tissue, wiped off the strange liquid on the junior high school girl's belly, and continued to perform the occult ritual.
This junior high school girl's body is thin, her waist is super thin, but after lying flat, you can clearly see two rows of ribs, making people shake their heads.
Amamiya Natsuki sincerely felt that, as expected, chubby girls are cuter.
The occult pattern is sothing similar to a hexagram, it's a bit complicated to draw, and you can't interrupt it during the drawing process, but the pattern area isn't small, just the abdon isn't enough, you have to extend it upwards a bit.
Under Fujiwara Chika's gaze, Amamiya Natsuki kept his eyes on his nose, his nose on his heart, his heart as still as water, and his fingers steadily drew upwards, ensuring that there would be no trespassing behavior.
Unfortunately, the junior high school girl couldn't hold on.
"Ah..."
The cold fingers brushed across her abdon, extending all the way to below her oppai, causing the junior high school girl to let out a soft cry and twist her body subconsciously.
The occult pattern under Amamiya Natsuki's fingers was interrupted, and he helplessly turned to look at Chika.
"It failed again." Fujiwara Chika covered her forehead, "Moeha, don't move around."
"S-sorry..." The junior high school girl apologized pitifully, "It was so itchy just now... I couldn't help it..."
"Moeha and I are the sa, we both sleep naked at ho." Fujiwara Moeha said from the side, "It's okay to take off your pajamas."
"No!" Fujiwara Chika denied it outright, there was no room for discussion.
There's a boy right here, if you guys take off your pajamas, you won't be able to get married in the future!
"Moeha, hold on a little longer, you have to endure even if it's uncomfortable." Fujiwara Chika could only comfort her, "It'll be over soon... You don't want to keep having nightmares tonight, do you?"
"I know." The junior high school girl took a deep breath and bit down on the pillow, "Chika-nee, continue."
Amamiya Natsuki didn't say a word the whole ti, wiped the liquid off the junior high school girl's belly with a tissue, and continued to draw the curse-breaking pattern.
"Sister, I'm so bored." Fujiwara Moeha distorted around beside her, "I want to chat about gossip."
Fujiwara Chika was also very bored, standing beside her with nothing to do: "What gossip?"
Fujiwara Moeha's opening critical hit: "Does Big Sister like Senpai?"
Amamiya Natsuki turned his head to look at Chika secretary upon hearing this.
"Eh, eh, eh?" Faced with his gaze, Fujiwara Chika's pretty face quickly flushed red, "Of, of course I don't like him!"
It would have been fine if it was just the two of them, but how could she admit it in front of her sister's best friend and Natsuki?
She also had her pride, okay!
"Hmph hmph, you said that yourself, Big Sister." Fujiwara Moeha snorted twice, "Then I won't be polite."
"You… what do you an?"
"I like Senpai. I think Senpai is a good man."
Fujiwara Moeha's voice was clear, and she spoke with astonishing words:
"Senpai is getting more and more handso. Every ti he smiles, it makes my heart beat faster. His voice is pleasant, and his academic performance is the top of the grade, even more amazing than Kaguya-chan. I secretly saw during swimming class that he also has eight-pack abs. That night, Senpai even stepped forward to save … Is it wrong to like Senpai?"
Amamiya Natsuki suddenly felt a little guilty; he really didn't expect himself to have so many good qualities.
Fujiwara Chika couldn't help but retort:
"That's not liking; you're just lusting after his body!"
Fujiwara Moeha argued eloquently:
"Why is it that only boys can lust after girls' bodies? It's perfectly normal for girls to lust after boys, right?"
It was reasonable and indeed flawless.
"It's not just ." Fujiwara Moeha continued, "Many girls in the class say they like Senpai. Hanamori also said she likes him."
"Ugh…"
Having her secret revealed by her best friend, the junior high school girl couldn't help but cry out in sha.
Amamiya Natsuki's expression was calm, his heart as still as water.
Juju was fine; she was just a bit short. She was already of legal age, so even if she accidentally got pregnant one day, she wouldn't be pointed at.
A junior high student was absolutely out of the question.
This was a principle, an uncrossable red line.
Fujiwara Moeha continued:
"If Big Sister doesn't like Senpai, then Hanamori and I will launch an attack on Senpai."
"No." Fujiwara Chika coughed twice and quickly said, "You don't know, the President is super unhygienic; he often picks his feet in the office."
Hey, hey, that's too much! You're completely slandering his innocence out of thin air!
"It's okay, as long as Senpai washes his hands frequently." Fujiwara Moeha didn't mind at all, "Dad at ho also often picks his feet, and he likes to sll them after picking."
From a biological perspective, liking to sll after picking one's body parts is genetically determined and can be used to check for diseases. To be honest, it's not embarrassing at all.
At the sa ti.
Amamiya Natsuki finally finished his last stroke.
As the hexagram pattern was fully revealed, a faint light lit up, followed by eerie black mist beginning to evaporate.
"Ugh—"
The junior high school girl's body suddenly stiffened, like a fish thrown onto the shore.
"Hanamori, what's wrong?" Fujiwara Chika quickly asked.
The junior high school girl still wore her blindfold, her voice trembling slightly:
"It feels so strange… sothing is coming out of my stomach…"
Fujiwara Moeha said from the side: "Eh? Is it a baby?"
"Of course not!"
"…"
The anomaly didn't last long, only about a minute. The black mist quickly disappeared, and the hexagram on the junior high school girl's stomach no longer glowed.
"Natsuki, how is it?"
Fujiwara Chika whispered.
Amamiya Natsuki narrowed his eyes slightly, and a prompt quickly appeared before him:
[After arduous cultivation, you have successfully purified the nightmare curse…]
Hey, hey, he did try several tis, but it couldn't be called arduous cultivation, could it?
"It's done."
Amamiya Natsuki nodded slightly to Chika.
"Hanamori, the vengeful spirit curse has been removed." Fujiwara Chika quickly said, "You shouldn't have nightmares tonight."
The junior high school girl was half surprised, half doubtful: "Really?"
Fujiwara Chika's tone was confident: "You'll know if it's true when you sleep tonight."
", , ." Fujiwara Moeha urged, "It's my turn."
Slap.
Fujiwara Chika raised her hand and slapped her: "I told you, you only need to expose your stomach, not other places."
"Big Sister is so troubleso." Fujiwara Moeha puffed out her pink cheeks, "When you sleep naked, I don't even complain about you."
"Urusai."
"…"
Amamiya Natsuki kept his eyes down and remained silent.
With one successful cultivation experience, the next steps were much simpler.
A few minutes later.
Amamiya Natsuki gently exhaled and took his finger off Moeha's stomach: "I have not failed."
"It's done. The curse has been purified. If nothing unexpected happens, you won't have that nightmare tonight… Don't take off your blindfold yet."
Fujiwara Chika stopped Moeha from taking off her blindfold and gestured to Amamiya Natsuki. The two quietly left the room.
Passing through the hallway, they safely returned to Chika's room.
"Hoo…" Fujiwara Chika patted her chest, relieved, "It's finally over."
Amamiya Natsuki sat down on the chair, finally able to speak: "I'm thirsty."
"Here." Fujiwara Chika opened the small refrigerator upon hearing this. It was fully stocked with drinks and snacks. She took out a bottle of barley tea. "For you."
Amamiya Natsuki shook his head: "I've worked so hard for so long, isn't it too much to ask Chika secretary to feed a drink?"
"…Not too much!"
Fujiwara Chika gave him an annoyed glare, distorted open the bottle cap, and brought the drink to Amamiya Natsuki's mouth: "Drink."
Amamiya Natsuki shook his head again:
"Wrong, not that kind of feeding."
"Eh?"
Fujiwara Chika froze, her pretty face quickly flushed, and she covered her chest, retreating half a step. She already understood what kind of feeding he ant. "Pervert! The President is really getting more and more perverted!"
He actually wanted her to drink it first, then feed it to him mouth-to-mouth. What an incredible pervert!
"How is that perverted?" Amamiya Natsuki said righteously, "In the Midnight Mall dungeon, wasn't it who fed you water?"
Fujiwara Chika stamred:
"Th-that was a special circumstance… You can drink water by yourself now."
Amamiya Natsuki said:
"A drop of kindness should be repaid with a gushing spring. That's Fujiwara's family motto, isn't it?"
"…"
"The President is really getting more and more lewd!"
Fujiwara Chika hesitated for a few seconds, then lightly humd, distorted open the bottle cap, tilted her head back, and took a sip of barley tea. Then, with a flushed pretty face, she leaned in closer.
Feed him then, it's not like she hasn't done it before…
Their lips t, and a cool stream of barley tea quickly passed over.
"Cough, cough…" Chika secretary coughed twice, wiped the corner of her lips with her hand. Her fair, flawless face was stained crimson, and her eyes were moist and dewy. "Is that enough now?"
"It's almost ten o'clock. You should go ho quickly."
"Not enough." Amamiya Natsuki pursed his lips, looking at the drink in Chika's hand. "I'll go back after you drink it all."
"…Take advantage of!"
Fujiwara Chika tilted her head back and took a big gulp, her pink cheeks puffed up high. Then she lowered her head and leaned in closer.
I hope you choke to death!
After dragging it out for more than ten minutes, the two finally finished one bottle of drink.
Chika secretary, who was especially tough at first, was now softly leaning against Amamiya Natsuki's embrace, breathing rapidly and panting.
"It's about ti to go back." Amamiya Natsuki used his fingers to comb through the girl's ssy hair and said softly, "There's still so solution left. Do you want to help you purify your curse?"
"No." Fujiwara Chika regulated her breathing and shook her head, "I just want to see what that Naless woman looks like."
Amamiya Natsuki nodded upon hearing this: "That's fine too."
"One more thing." Fujiwara Chika propped up her pretty face and warned, "Moeha is only a junior high student. Don't take advantage of her."
"Don't worry, I promise I won't take advantage of Moeha." Amamiya Natsuki raised his right hand and said seriously, "The person I like is Chika."
"Li-liking or whatever…"
Fujiwara Chika's gaze couldn't help but beco confused. Although she was a love detective, she was actually very unreliable and had never really understood what true liking was.
Did she like Natsuki?
Definitely.
If she didn't like him, how could she be willing to kiss him? Only people who liked each other could do such things.
But… what about Kaguya-chan and the others?
Before she could even ponder, Amamiya Natsuki had already declared his harem intentions.
"I like all of them… Should we all date together?"
Fujiwara Chika's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Shaless!"
"It's not primitive society; how could anyone agree to such a thing?!"
Even the cancer of the Earth wouldn't be magnanimous enough to share a boyfriend with others.
He actually wanted to date everyone together. She had never seen such a brazen person!
Amamiya Natsuki coughed twice and said: "Actually, soone has already agreed."
"Eh?" Fujiwara Chika was very angry at first, but upon hearing that soone had agreed, her curiosity imdiately got the better of her. "Soone actually willing to date everyone together?"
"That's right."
"Don't tell , let guess…"
Fujiwara Chika extended her right hand and began to analyze, "It definitely won't be Kaguya-chan, Komi is impossible, Juju probably isn't, and Senpai Sister probably won't… It's either Hanamori or Marin, right?"
Amamiya Natsuki spoke truthfully and admitted:
"It's Marin."
"It really is Marin-chan." Fujiwara Chika crossed her arms over her chest and furrowed her brows, "When did Marin-chan agree to you?"
"A few days ago when we went to Hokkaido…"
Amamiya Natsuki softly recounted what happened in Hokkaido.
"You never know whether tomorrow or an accident will co first," Amamiya Natsuki whispered. "I don't want to be like Yuuko, who, when an accident strikes one day, is left with only eternal, irreparable regret... I like Chika, and I want to date Chika-sama. I need to say it openly and honestly now."
"Foul... too foul!"
Fujiwara Chika lightly bit her lip, her tone resentful: "Even if you say that, I won't easily agree to you."
"It's okay, I'll say it again tomorrow."
"..."
Amamiya Natsuki was quickly kicked out of the room.
Leaping down from the second floor, Amamiya Natsuki waved to the girl by the window, then turned and walked towards the Train Station.
He didn't expect Chika to agree imdiately when he confessed.
Not being rejected on the spot, and not having a sword drawn against him, was already a pretty good response.
No girl would happily agree to sothing like dating right away; even Marin only did so because he was the first to confess to her.
The journey was silent.
Amamiya Natsuki quickly returned ho.
"President, welco back."
Shinomiya Kaguya opened the door, already dressed in a white nightgown, her black hair cascading like a waterfall over her shoulders.
"I'm ho."
Amamiya Natsuki handed over the waterlon he bought along the way, his gaze sweeping over the living room to see Hayasaka, Marin, and Miko all watching TV.
"Natsuki."
"Senpai."
"How is Chika-chan?"
The girls looked over one after another.
"It's handled, the curse-breaking effect was pretty good," Amamiya Natsuki briefly explained what happened, then headed to the restroom to wash up.
With so many people around, the Succubus Girl couldn't sneak into the restroom to act spoiled, so she could only obediently continue watching TV.
After showering, Amamiya Natsuki sat down on the sofa. Everyone chatted, so read books, so watched TV. Although it felt like nothing was done, it was already midnight before they knew it.
Then it was Theater ti.
"Mahjong..."
Miss Sadako's voice was full of anticipation.
"Let's talk while we play."
Everyone gathered to play mahjong. During this ti, Amamiya Natsuki brought up the ga task from earlier in the day and asked the employees if they knew any inside information.
Unfortunately, they didn't.
Miss Sadako was completely focused on mahjong, happily oblivious to the world.
The Man-faced dog knew nothing, lying on the ground grunting and eating.
"I don't know," Yandere Kaguya frowned slightly, her voice cold. "I am myself, not a ga NPC from a comic, nor is there any strange will forcing to do things I don't want to do."
In fact, Amamiya Natsuki had already discussed the ga with Yandere Kaguya. Yandere Kaguya was also unclear about it, only knowing that after the dungeon ended, she would fall into a state of being neither fully awake nor asleep.
"Kaguya-chan also knows about comics?" Kitagawa Marin asked curiously.
Jinnken looked up resentfully, her tone aggrieved: "She snatched all the comics and light novels Sayu gave ."
Yandere Kaguya tilted her head and looked over: "...Do you have an opinion?"
"No."
Jinnken quickly shook her head.
The night passed without incident.
In a flash, it was the next day.
When closing the Theater, Amamiya Natsuki called out the Man-faced dog, Miss Sadako, and Yandere Kaguya, bringing them into reality—
Many hands make light work.
The strange entity that had invaded reality had to be handled with caution.
"It's so uncomfortable," Jinnken quickly complained. "It's like standing naked in an icy, snowy world, so empty."
Yandere Kaguya frowned slightly, remaining silent.
Miss Sadako, on the other hand, scurried towards the television, wanting to crawl inside.
"Hold still, don't crawl around."
Amamiya Natsuki reached out and pulled Miss Sadako out in a hug.
It had to be said, this Miss Sadako had an incredibly thin waist...
The rest goes without saying.
Miko quietly snuck back ho.
Marin humd a song and went to the kitchen to prepare food, while Hayasaka, feeling uneasy, followed to help.
During this ti, Amamiya Natsuki received a ssage from Chika.
She said she dread of the strange Naless woman, just as Moeha had described, in a constant state of sleep paralysis. Even as a player, there was no room to struggle, only to watch helplessly as the Naless woman approached... Not to ntion ordinary people, even players would be ntally drained.
There was also good news.
Moeha and Hana-chan had woken up, both sleeping until dawn. They hadn't encountered the Naless woman last night, proving the curse was successfully purified.
Moeha was fine, but Hana-chan, upon realizing she hadn't had a nightmare, was so excited she burst into tears. She had now beco a loyal fangirl of Exorcist Chika-sama.
8:00 AM.
Student Council office.
"The intel has arrived, everyone take a look."
After receiving the intelligence from a passerby player, Amamiya Natsuki directly printed it out using the office printer and distributed it to the girls.
"This is too detailed, isn't it?" Fujiwara Chika took it and couldn't help but complain. "In the information age, there really is no privacy at all."
Shopping records, travel records, search records, and like/comnt records, etc., were all listed on the paper. In addition, there were surveillance videos of Hinata's recent whereabouts, which were exceptionally detailed.
Kitagawa Marin couldn't help but worry: "My videos stored on the cloud drive won't be leaked, right?"
Amamiya Natsuki raised an eyebrow: "Lend one to talk about."
"It's the cosplay videos I fild before," Kitagawa Marin put her right hand on her hip. "I felt so ugly, but I couldn't bear to delete sothing I worked so hard to film, so I just threw them all into the cloud drive."
Shinomiya Kaguya pursed her pink lips and suddenly said:
"I found it."
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