In the Multiverse, Only Through Wife-Taking Can I Become Stronger

Tsukikawa Shu wasn't just active at night; sometimes, he'd get a sudden urge during the day and would just hug her.

I should probably carry a few with me... How many should I buy?

A box? No, that probably won't be enough.

Then two boxes?

But I've never been to a store like this before, so I don't know the sales process, or what models and brands these products come in...

Wait... if Tsukikawa Shu sees me take these things out, will he give me that knowing smile?

And then I'll be pushed down again... and then...

Goto Hitori's face suddenly flushed red.

"Bocchi-chan? Bocchi-chan!"

It wasn't until Ijichi Nijika shook her violently twice that Goto Hitori snapped back to reality.

"What were you thinking about?"

Ijichi Nijika glanced at the store in front of Goto Hitori, and her expression changed for a moment.

"Don't tell me you were thinking about something lewd!" Ijichi Nijika frowned, hands on her hips, staring at Goto Hitori.

"Aaaahhh..."

I've been found out! I've been found out! This is so embarrassing... Another piece of my dark history has been added!

Goto Hitori's expression shifted unpredictably, like a master of abstract art, only managing to make "aba aba" sounds.

For someone with extreme social anxiety, the tolerance for embarrassment was almost zero; even a small thing could make them want to die immediately.

Then, Goto Hitori felt like the store in front of her was getting further and further away, that she was falling into an abyss, being swallowed by darkness.

Next, her vision went black, and like a deflated balloon, she collapsed.

Then, her body scattered in the wind...

"Boc--chi--chan!"

Her ears felt submerged in water, and Goto Hitori could only hear Ijichi Nijika's faint shouts, but she no longer cared about anything.

After all, I'm just a reclusive socially anxious person. It's normal to have some strange thoughts. I don't need that much social interaction...

Bocchi-chan's soul seemed to have floated up into the air.

Leaving behind a faint smile, like plum sauce.

Tsukikawa Shu had already returned home.

Goto Hitori had band practice today, so the two of them didn't go shopping like usual.

With nothing to do, he had originally wanted to ask Hiratsuka Shizuka out on a date, but she kicked him back home.

Hiratsuka Shizuka also made an agreement with him: intimate activities could only happen in private, and she would never go out on dates.

There was no choice, so Tsukikawa Shu had to go home.

He stopped by the supermarket to buy some ingredients for dinner.

He returned home with two large bags of groceries, turned on the stove, and made a pot of curry rice.

As usual, after Tsukikawa Shu finished cooking, he knocked on his next-door neighbor's door.

The speed at which the door opened now was much faster compared to the beginning.

Tsukikawa Shu could clearly hear rapid footsteps coming from inside, and then the door opened, revealing the same tuft of pinkish-white ahoge and the small figure wearing a loose T-shirt.

The door wasn't half-open anymore, and Ouyama Mahiro wasn't as timid when facing Tsukikawa Shu.

"Here, this is dinner." Tsukikawa Shu smiled and handed over the bento box.

"Mhm."

She took the bento box and then, barefoot, ran back inside with quick footsteps.

A moment later, she returned the bento box from last time, which she had finished eating, to Tsukikawa Shu.

Tsukikawa Shu took the bento box.

"Um..."

This time, Ouyama Mahiro didn't immediately go back inside to eat like before.

"Hm?" Tsukikawa Shu was a little confused.

"Do you want to come in and sit for a while?"

Ouyama Mahiro stood with her hands behind her back, looking a little nervous. "Mihari said that close friends often visit each other..."

"Do you want to play games?"

She nervously fiddled with her fingers.

"That's fine, I guess," Tsukikawa Shu said after some thought.

He did have quite a bit of free time today, and staying home would just involve playing games.

Studying is impossible, I'd rather go online and look up guides for the Inner World.

"Mm!"

Ouyama Mahiro was delighted and moved aside, opening a path for Tsukikawa Shu to enter.

"Sorry to intrude."

Tsukikawa Shu took off his shoes at the entrance and followed Ouyama Mahiro into the house.

When they reached the second floor, it surprised Tsukikawa Shu.

The room was actually clean?!

According to Tsukikawa Shu's memories from the original work, Ouyama Mahiro was the epitome of a shut-in.

He would only play games all day, eat instant noodles when hungry, drink cola when thirsty, never clean his room, and as a result, there was trash everywhere.

But the situation Tsukikawa Shu saw today was vastly different.

The house was so clean it didn't look like a happy little nest for a shut-in at all.

One end of the room had a bed, opposite it was a game console, and two large cabinets were placed against the wall.

There were no empty instant noodle buckets or cola bottles scattered around the room as Tsukikawa Shu had imagined.

Tsukikawa Shu didn't believe the child's living habits could have changed. It was more likely that she had tidied up meticulously just to receive a guest.

Ouyama Mahiro sat down in front of the game console, skillfully turned it on, opened the game interface, and handed the controller to Tsukikawa Shu.

Tsk, there weren't any 18+ games. Tsukikawa Shu glanced over, wanting to laugh.

This little guy must have hidden or concealed those content.

If Tsukikawa Shu hadn't known Ouyama Mahiro's personality beforehand, he would have actually believed it.

"Let's play Super Smash Bros."

Tsukikawa Shu said.

The noisy sounds of battle drifted out the window.

As soon as Ouyama Mahiro got the controller, he seemed like a different person, his eyes shining, his expression turning frenzied.

"Take this! Take this! Combos!"

He intensely manipulated the controller, his character constantly jumping and dodging, attacking Tsukikawa Shu.

Tsukikawa Shu lost five rounds in a row.

Have I lost my single-person halo? Has my eighteen-year-old speed buff expired?

Tsukikawa Shu felt like his life was in question.

Of course, he wasn't single anymore.

"Is Mihari coming back?" Tsukikawa Shu asked.

"Mm... she might need some more time over there," Ouyama Mahiro said after thinking for a moment. "There's a problem with her research paper."

"A paper... that's indeed a troublesome thing," Tsukikawa Shu nodded.

Papers were an absolutely stupid thing for ordinary students.

It was academic garbage that required a huge amount of time and energy to produce.

The two played games until late into the night before Tsukikawa Shu left.

"Bye-bye." Ouyama Mahiro stood at the door, waving goodbye to Tsukikawa Shu.

"Get to sleep early, you still have school tomorrow," Tsukikawa Shu said.

"Ugh..." Ouyama Mahiro pouted as if remembering something. "Got it."

Watching Tsukikawa Shu leave, Ouyama Mahiro returned to his room.

He sat down in front of the game console again and reached out to cup the controller that Tsukikawa Shu had just held.

There was still residual warmth on it.

"Hee hee..."

He stroked the controller, then, uncontrollably, pressed it against his cheek.

"Mm... doesn't seem to feel like anything."

Ouyama Mahiro put down the controller with some disappointment.

However, he quickly widened his eyes, realizing something.

"Wait a minute! Ouyama Mahiro, what are you doing?!"

Ouyama Mahiro put down the controller and hugged his head.

Ouyama Mahiro panicked...

Ever since his sister, Ouyama Mihari, turned him into a little girl, he seemed to have been changing.

Not just physically, but his temperament seemed to have completely changed as well.

I originally just felt bad about always eating meals made by others. So, I specifically cleaned my own room and then invited them over as a guest.

At the time, I was even feeling smug, thinking I had taken the first step and made a few friends.

But looking back now, this feeling that sprouted within me doesn't seem to be mere friendship...

Afterward, she opened the cabinet.

Everything inside tumbled out with a clatter – game discs, figurines, and even some adult manga.

She rummaged through it and pulled out a BL game.

Turning on the game console, Ouyama Mahiro started playing again.

An hour later, she turned off the console, her face still flushed.

Emm... Why do I feel even more excited?

"There's no going back!!!"

She hugged her head.