Hozuki Mitsuru clutched his stomach and leaned weakly against the wall. He had no idea how long he had been unconscious, but judging by his hunger and thirst, it had probably been over a day.
Suddenly, a blackened object flew over and landed in Hozuki Mitsuru's arms.
Startled by the sudden attack, Hozuki Mitsuru looked down and found half a filthy flatbread lying in his lap.
"Did... food just fall from the sky?"
Hozuki Mitsuru was a little dazed. He wiped the dust off his glasses with his sleeve, then looked around and realized he was in a crude prison cell.
In the corner of the cell was a dirty little girl with white skin and dark brown eyes, curled up in a ball.
The girl was around twelve or thirteen and appeared to be a local Egyptian. Her long black hair was slightly curly, and her pitch-black eyes gleamed like stars.
She was adorable and beautiful, definitely the type who would drive countless lolicons wild if she were out in public. But Hozuki Mitsuru was only briefly dazzled before he began considering the girl's identity.
As a standard otaku, Hozuki Mitsuru only liked 2D wives and had no feelings for real people, no matter how cute or pretty they were.
Hozuki Mitsuru had not originally been an otaku. He used to like real girls too, but ever since Higashino Kanade had kicked him all the way to Africa, the only people he saw every day were Black people or white people. His face blindness had grown worse and worse, and the locals simply did not fit his tastes. So Hozuki Mitsuru could only transfer his feelings toward women into the 2D world, opening the door to a whole new world.
How could real girls possibly compare to 2D wives?