Multi-Anime, Kira Yoshikage Craves a Peaceful Life

"C-Can I open my eyes now?"

She received no reply, only the sound of footsteps fading into the distance.

Her long lashes trembled lightly. The girl nervously opened her eyes, only to see the boy's retreating figure.

Both the Evil Spirit and the middle-aged robber had vanished without a trace.

She instinctively glanced toward the sinister alley by the roadside—that was where the man had lunged out to rob her, and now he had likely fled back into it.

But if Kira Yoshikage left...

Whoosh!

A chilling wind howled in, rattling the branches violently.

"Wait for me!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha felt a chill run down her spine. Fear drove her to hurry after Kira Yoshikage, and once she reached his side, an inexplicable sense of safety settled in her heart.

"K-Kira-kun,"

Kasumigaoka Utaha stammered, nearly biting her tongue, her voice trembling:

"That Evil Spirit just now, you..."

Kira Yoshikage looked puzzled:

"What Evil Spirit? What are you talking about?"

"I... I..."

Kasumigaoka Utaha froze, at a loss for words, faltering: "Then you just now..."

"I did nothing."

"It was just that the vagrant was too cowardly. The moment I approached, he got scared and ran off."

Though Kira Yoshikage's answer seemed reasonable, Kasumigaoka Utaha couldn't help asking:

"Then why did you tell me to close my eyes?"

Kira Yoshikage paused for two seconds, then replied seriously:

"I thought you were done for. I figured if you closed your eyes before dying, at least you wouldn't have to see it coming."

"You..."

Kasumigaoka Utaha clutched her chest, feeling a tightness there—from anger.

Taking a deep breath, she said firmly:

"Regardless, I still want to thank you!"

She was absolutely certain she hadn't misseen!

She hadn't even had a drink, so it couldn't be a hallucination!

Though she didn't know if Kira Yoshikage truly couldn't see the Evil Spirit or was unwilling to admit it for some reason, the fact that he had saved her was undeniable.

"Oh." Kira Yoshikage's response remained cold.

Kasumigaoka Utaha pressed her lips together tightly, following silently behind Kira Yoshikage, then hesitantly asked:

"That man... he seemed to be a member of the Anti-Intellectual Cult? Should... should we call the police?"

Kira Yoshikage stopped in his tracks, his gaze fixed on Kasumigaoka Utaha—on her hands.

Should he keep her here? Such beautiful hands—they could probably be preserved in the fridge for about half a month, right?

Before Kira Yoshikage could respond, Kasumigaoka Utaha shook her head again, muttering softly:

"Better not. Even if we report it, it's useless. Those salary thieves won't take it seriously, and it might just make things more troublesome."

The girl looked up and asked quietly:

"Kira-kun probably feels the same way I do, right? You don't want to be bothered by the police either?"

Kira Yoshikage was slightly surprised. Quite sensible, wasn't she.

As long as no one called the police, no one would ever know a robbery had happened here.

This was Japan.

Chapter 34: The Shadow of the Unrighteous

Ding-dong~!

The doorbell rang. Kira Yoshikage, sitting at his computer, took off his headphones and got up to head for the entrance.

Click~!

The door swung open, revealing a girl in a yellow button-up shirt with light blue stripes, dark blue ripped denim shorts, and a black cap.

Kitagawa Marin tilted her head, flashing a bright smile as she waved at Kira Yoshikage:

"Good morning, Kira-kun~!"

"Good morning, Kitagawa-san."

Kitagawa Marin glanced around the room and muttered softly:

"It's just as clean as before—not even a takeout box lying around. Does Kira-kun never order delivery?"

Kira Yoshikage stepped aside to let the girl in, replying:

"Too expensive. Can't afford it."

Takeout in Japan was pricey, very pricey!

For example, a regular bowl of udon cost only 800 yen at the shop, but if ordered for delivery, the price at least doubled!

For other students with pocket money, that might not be a big deal. But for Kira Yoshikage, spending an extra 800 yen per meal was an unbearable burden.

"So real~"

Kitagawa Marin stuck out her tongue, bent down, and slipped off her sneakers.

"I'm coming in~"

The girl called out lightly, her fair, delicate feet in black ankle socks stepping softly onto the floor.

Kira Yoshikage closed the door and asked:

"So, Kitagawa-san, what do you need my help with?"

"Hmm~"

Kitagawa Marin's pretty face flushed slightly. She fidgeted, rubbing her thighs together, and asked in a small voice:

"Does Kira-kun know Kuroe Shizuku?"

Kira Yoshikage paused for two seconds:

"If you mean Kuroe Shizuku from the galgame, then yes."

Most girls would have bolted out the door at the mention of "eroge," but Kitagawa Marin's eyes lit up instead, and her breathing even quickened:

"Does Kira-kun play The Saintly Wet Girl Academy: The Young Miss of the Shame Club's Shameless Miracle Life 2 too?"

Kira Yoshikage turned his face slightly, expressionless:

"You don't have to say the full name."

The game, abbreviated as Wet Girl 2, was a best-selling original galgame from last year with massive popularity.

The gist of the plot was that the protagonist, the academy director's grandson, enrolled alone at a girls' high school for certain reasons. Kuroe Shizuku was the heroine of Wet Girl 2, and just from the name, you could tell she was the unseemly president of the Shame Club.

Depending on the player's choices, the protagonist might even end up as Kuroe Shizuku's ragdoll—

Yes, the male lead becomes the heroine's ragdoll.

Of course, it could also be the complete opposite.

In a word, this was an atypical galgame full of 18+ content, built around love and ragdolls.

Even among Japanese people, it was a somewhat perverse work.

"Nee nee!"

Kitagawa Marin excitedly leaned in, brimming with curiosity:

"What's Kira-kun's favorite trait about Shizuku?"

"Is it the ragdoll thing? Or her looks?"

Kira Yoshikage answered seriously:

"If I had to say, her hands are truly amazing!"

Kitagawa Marin blinked:

"Hands?"

A hint of obsession flickered in Kira Yoshikage's eyes as his voice softened:

"Shizuku's hands are like a perfect work of art—the same thrill as seeing the Mona Lisa's hands for the first time. Even just a photo is enough to captivate you, a beauty that makes you want to lick them until they break..."

"Huh?"

Kitagawa Marin blinked even harder. She liked Shizuku too, but their points of interest were a bit different.

Though she knew boys and girls liked different things, she'd originally expected Kira-kun's answer to be something like "her cute face," "her huge boobs," or "her great figure."

An answer like "hands like a work of art" was completely beyond her expectations.

"So that means hands are Kira-kun's fetish?"

Kitagawa Marin had a sudden realization. No wonder she always felt Kira-kun's gaze lingered in different places every time they met, leaving her puzzled. But now that she thought back carefully, his eyes were clearly following her hands!

That explained why most of the time Kira-kun's gaze drifted downward, but not too far down. She'd thought he was looking at her legs, but was it actually her hands?

Though the fetish was a bit niche, Kitagawa Marin surprisingly didn't find it off-putting. Instead, she felt a thrill of finding a kindred spirit and eagerly joined the discussion:

"As for me, my favorite is seeing Shizuku's cold face twist into all sorts of embarrassed expressions, paired with that ragdoll trait—it really gets my blood pumping! Nee nee, don't you think so, Kira-kun? Shizuku is super cute, right! Just thinking about it gets me so excited..."

Kitagawa Marin chattered on, enthusiastically sharing her interests with Kira Yoshikage, her pretty face tinged with a faint blush, whether from excitement or embarrassment.

Kira Yoshikage waved a hand in front of her face.

"You're getting off-topic."

"Ahh, sorry."

Kitagawa Marin calmed down, though her cheeks still held a faint blush, and said excitedly:

"In short, I want to cosplay as Shizuku!"

"So, I was hoping to ask Kira-kun to make me a Shizuku costume. Is that okay?"

Kitagawa pressed her hands together, looking at the boy before her with hopeful eyes.

"Shizuku..."

Kira Yoshikage felt an inexplicable stir in his heart and lowered his gaze to the girl in front of him.

Since it was a galgame, and the attributes were a bit questionable too, cosplays like this were actually hard to find on the market. But if Shizuku's hands from the game could appear in reality...

Honestly, Kitagawa Marin had a great figure, so cosplaying as Kuroe Shizuku wouldn't be difficult.

The only problem was those hands.

Meeting the girl's expectant gaze, Kira Yoshikage thought for a moment, then nodded lightly:

"I can do it, but I have two conditions."

"Even a hundred is fine!" Kitagawa Marin nodded excitedly.

Kira Yoshikage held up one finger:

"First, you have to cover the material costs yourself, and I'll need a 30,000 yen fee for the labor."