Confessing Her Identity

Dieyu kept her eyes on Yimo as she slowly put on the black lace dress in front of him.

She placed her hands in front of her chest, narrowed her eyes into a lovely pair of crescents, and asked with a grin, "Mr. Siba Jungler, do I look good?"

Yimo replied calmly, "You look good."

Dieyu frowned slightly at his answer, seemingly dissatisfied, but still kept smiling as she walked up to Yimo, took his hand, and tried to pull it toward one of her fuller parts.

Yimo refused, so she didn't succeed.

Yimo said, "I don't think my progress in winning you over has reached the point where I can trigger this kind of scene."

Dieyu tilted her head with a light laugh. "Your progress has always been maxed out."

"But my progress in winning over Mr. Siba Jungler clearly isn't enough. It seems a little difficult to trigger the next scene."

Yimo pinched his Broken Bangs. "I've always been hard to win over. You'll get used to it."

Huh?

Wasn't that a little too shameless?

He was a shut-in NEET who never showed his face. He hardly ever even saw a girl, yet he claimed he was hard to win over. That was a bit much!

But on second thought, it made sense that he'd be hard to win over because he had so few chances to interact with the opposite sex.

"Let's start with the things you hid from me and lied to me about."

"At least while I'm still in the dark about everything, I won't feel like doing anything inappropriate."

After hearing Yimo's words, Dieyu pinched her earlobe and tilted her head. "What do you want to know? My identity?"

As she spoke, she moved to sit beside Yimo, but he immediately interrupted her. "Sit