Chapter 69: Thinking Of Denji’s Experience
Sakamoto Ken was wondering what was outside the window when suddenly an astonishing warmth and softness pressed against his back.
It was a softness and elasticity with the girl’s body temperature that could be clearly felt even through the thin fabric.
It pressed perfectly against his back muscles, as if the whole person wanted to merge into his body.
The girl’s profile also gently pressed against him, her hair strands brushing his nape, bringing a slightly itchy sensation, accompanied by the faint fragrance from her body, threading bit by bit into his nostrils.
Although in the previous life he had done even more intimate actions countless times, now… it just felt different.
Sakamoto Ken’s body instantly stiffened.
He could clearly feel the girl’s rapid breathing from behind, each rise and fall making that soft touch even more pronounced.
This action lasted a full ten seconds or more.
Only then did Natsume Mio seem to suddenly realize what she was doing, releasing her arms as if electrocuted.
She stepped back in a somewhat panicked manner, fleeing back to her earlier seat.
Sakamoto Ken slowly turned around.
The girl hung her head low, not daring to meet his eyes at all, her braids falling along with her movement onto her chest.
From Sakamoto Ken’s angle, he could only see her blushing cheeks and those cute ears that were already completely red.
Natsume Mio’s hands were nervously clenched together, her knuckles slightly pale from the force.
“Um…” Natsume Mio’s voice grew lower and lower, “I… I just thought of Denji’s experience… so, so I wanted to…”
Natsume Mio spoke halfway, unable to say the rest.
She simply picked up the bento box in front of her, lowering her head and randomly poking at it with chopsticks, trying to use the action to cover up her messy little thoughts.
Seeing her like this, Sakamoto Ken was actually a bit surprised.
He hadn’t expected Natsume Mio to pounce on him so proactively.
In that brief dozen seconds just now, a thought flashed through his mind.
To turn around immediately, pull her fiercely into his embrace, kiss her without a word, or even do something more excessive.
He was certain Natsume Mio would absolutely not refuse.
She would even clumsily reciprocate.
But reason still triumphed over impulse.
No, not yet the time.
The strategy progress on Natsume Mio’s route had clearly advanced ahead.
As for the other two, Mikazuki Haruna had only just met offline, and Hoshihara Ai hadn’t even been seen yet, her status completely unknown.
Continuing to push further with Mio here would only cause the love triangle formed by the three routes later to completely lose balance.
Balance.
The bloody lessons from the previous life told him that balance was the key to surviving on a tightrope.
Sakamoto Ken thought about it and couldn’t help cursing himself inwardly.
A good girl like Mio was sitting right in front of him—why not just be with her, marry her, and live a stable and peaceful life? How great would that be?
She could even cosplay as Makima, voice her in the animation adaptation later, and at home use Makima’s tone to make love with me…
Sigh, but no choice.
After rebirthing once, they all came knocking with fragments of memories from the previous life.
This clearly meant the god wasn’t actually wanting me to live an ordinary, stable life.
This was obviously giving me another chance at strategy!
Sakamoto Ken felt that if he couldn’t reconcile with all of them at the same time this time, that would truly make him a scumbag.
Last time, upon first meeting in Tokyo, treating reality like a simple galgame strategy, he finally learned a painful lesson.
This time, with future hit works in hand, and full knowledge of their personalities, likes, and weaknesses.
It was like he only had one bomb left in hand, while they still had 17 cards.
Could you possibly beat me in one go?
Impossible!
By then, one cosplaying as Makima, one as Power, and one as Reze… or whatever else, this would absolutely be a top-tier experience even Tatsuki Fujimoto Sensei from the previous life never had.
Sakamoto Ken pulled his thoughts back, silently eating his meal, and before he knew it, the bento box was empty.
He set down his chopsticks and placed the bento box aside.
Seeing this, Natsume Mio also sped up, quickly finishing her portion, then picked up the fruit and vegetable drink and took a few sips.
The two locked eyes, and Natsume Mio immediately gave him a charming smile.
She began neatly clearing the table, picking up the two empty bento boxes and chopsticks, then stood and walked to the narrow kitchen counter in the apartment.
Although Sakamoto Ken didn’t cook at home, he occasionally made instant noodles, so there was a sponge and dish soap for washing dishes.
The sound of running water started, and Natsume Mio naturally began washing the bento boxes just like that.
While washing, she lightly hummed a pleasant tune, but the corner of her eye always glanced toward the room.
When she noticed Sakamoto Ken sitting there silently watching her, Natsume Mio couldn’t help biting her lower lip lightly, her upturned corners of the mouth unable to be suppressed.
Only after washing both bento boxes clean and wiping off the water did she lightly exhale, trying to calm her expression back to normal.
Natsume Mio carefully stacked the clean bento boxes and put them back into her canvas bag, then returned to sit in front of the low table.
Sakamoto Ken picked up his mobile phone, unlocked the screen, placed it on the table, and pushed it toward her.
“Actually, you went to do voice acting a few days ago, right?” he asked in a flat tone. “You voiced the promo video for my manga.”
“Ah!” Natsume Mio was slightly startled and said, “A Jian, you… you already knew?”
Sakamoto Ken nodded without speaking, just opened the audio attachment in the email and pressed play.
Listening to her own voice, Natsume Mio inexplicably felt a bit embarrassed.
Her feet resting sideways on the tatami unconsciously moved a little, and one could clearly see her small toes curling tightly in tension inside the translucent white ankle socks.
The audio finished playing, and the room fell quiet again.
Natsume Mio explained a bit embarrassedly: “Um… because I have vocal music classes outside, and the sensei said… I could try this small project to practice…”
Sakamoto Ken looked at her and said, “Such a coincidence, running into this project?”
Natsume Mio’s hands unconsciously clenched together.
Of course she couldn’t say that she had overheard him discussing the manga promo with Editor Kaji at the doorway.
Then she went to her vocal music sensei to ask which voice actor agencies cooperated with Shueisha, and inquired about voice acting for such promo videos.
Finally, her sensei told her to check out Enoshima Voice Actor Agency, as they might have open recruitment.
As a result, she checked and found they were really recruiting voice actors for the Chainsaw Man promo video.
But how could she say that!
Otherwise, in A Jian’s mind, wouldn’t she become a pervert who stalks and eavesdrops?
Natsume Mio forced a somewhat stiff smile on her face and said hesitantly: “Just… yeah, what a coincidence…”
She chuckled and said, “Doesn’t that mean A Jian and I… have a special fate?”
