Kiyoharu Forms a Conditioned Reflex to a Custom Voice from a Virtual Streamer

Even though it was a dream, everything felt clearer than reality.

Especially the sensation of Kiyoharu's firm arms, which made Shimaura Hitomi tremble with excitement.

Kiyoharu had the kind of physique that looked slim in clothes but muscular when undressed. He wasn't overtly muscular, maintaining the "handsome young man" style that Japanese women favored.

However, his body was full of strength. During a company outing for teachers, Shimaura Hitomi fell from a log bridge, and Kiyoharu easily caught her.

At that moment, Shimaura Hitomi wanted to linger in Kiyoharu's arms, but she felt the piercing gaze of the Young Lady from not far away.

Chihaya Airi had participated in that event as a family member.

She had to give up.

Now, here, in this secret domain that Chihaya Airi could never reach, Shimaura Hitomi completely relaxed, indulging in Kiyoharu's tenderness.

Kiyoharu glanced at the test papers on the desk and laughed. Seriously, still working even in a dream?

Of course not!

"Junior, it's not convenient to continue grading papers in this situation. How about we rest first and resume after the rain stops?"

"Mmm... I'll listen to you, senpai." Shimaura Hitomi mumbled in response. When she was sleepy, she would speak with an adorable slur, which, combined with her slightly chubby, cute face and her shockingly curvy figure, made Kiyoharu lose control.

Tsk.

If this wasn't a dangerous world filled with yandere, and if he wasn't the protagonist, Kiyoharu would definitely want to marry a girl like Shimaura Hitomi.

Obedient, simple, kind – she was an angel. Only an angel could tolerate a devil's temper and remain good friends with him, right?

Gradually, Shimaura Hitomi's body relaxed further. The fullness pressing against Kiyoharu made him feel parched.

Sensing his discomfort, Shimaura Hitomi looked up at him, her eyes full of alluring shyness meeting Kiyoharu's averted gaze.

After a moment of hesitation, Shimaura Hitomi gathered her courage and said in a voice as small as a moth's flutter, "Senpai, do you want to touch here?"

The sudden, provocative question, coupled with her timid, easily bullied tone, instantly captivated Kiyoharu. He replied without hesitation, "Yes."

Why be modest in a dream?

Moreover, Kiyoharu believed that having such dreams proved he had pent-up desires that needed to be released in his dreams. The more thoroughly he released them, the more calmly he could handle the advances of troublesome women during the day!

Besides, after being friends with Shimaura Hitomi for so long, Kiyoharu had to admit he'd long had thoughts about her body, but objective reasons prevented him from acting on them.

Thus, Kiyoharu's diligent hands harvested the joy of abundance.

And then, the touch, sound, and visuals abruptly ceased.

Kiyoharu found himself back in his private room at the Chihaya residence. The bedside lamp cast a dim, comforting glow, but his physical condition was far from comfortable; in fact, it was quite unpleasant.

Simply put – he was painfully woken up.

Kiyoharu's body reacted easily, but returning to a state of calm and harmony was extremely difficult. A single romantic dream was nowhere near enough.

Recalling the events, Kiyoharu's expression suddenly darkened.

No, I need to find a way to empty the clip, or I won't be able to sleep tonight.

He quickly thought of a perfect solution.

Ensuring the room door was securely locked, Kiyoharu opened his computer and accessed a hidden folder.

Inside were several audio files.

These files came from a virtual streamer.

Sometimes, Kiyoharu would watch virtual streamers (vtubers) online, listening to them chat with viewers, sing, or play games. It was quite interesting.

He preferred interacting with smaller streamers over the hugely popular ones.

On one occasion, Kiyoharu stumbled upon a streamer with a lovely voice named "Mira." However, because she was introverted and reserved, and her content lacked excitement, her stream's popularity was very low.

Yet, her gaming sounds combined with her occasional soft-spoken remarks had a surprisingly good sleep-inducing effect.

Kiyoharu sent some gifts to Mira's stream. The amount wasn't large for him; it was just a small portion of his private funds. Of course, he wouldn't use the Chihaya Conglomerate's public account to tip female streamers unless he was tired of living.

This money seemed important to the streamer. Mira treated Kiyoharu, her loyal fan, as an important patron. After getting acquainted with him through private messages, she often sent him exclusive audio files.

Kiyoharu didn't quite understand the rules of the virtual streamer community. He guessed that such actions might be against the rules, otherwise, the streamer wouldn't be so secretive about them every time.

But those audio files were amazing!

Now, they had become Kiyoharu's essential material for his nightly ritual.

Mira's seductive voice seemed to possess a magical quality. Once it echoed in Kiyoharu's ears, he couldn't suppress his inner desires; it had become a conditioned reflex.

The bathroom.

Kiyoharu washed his hands and exhaled a heavy breath, feeling completely relieved.

As for the used tissues, Kiyoharu put them in a special trash bag and secretly found an opportunity to dispose of them himself. He definitely couldn't put them in the home trash can. If Chihaya Airi saw them, she would surely pinch her nose and scold him severely.

Compared to the average adult male, Kiyoharu's output was terrifying. Perhaps this was the ability a protagonist in a yandere story should possess.

Today's release was even more incredible.

It was probably because not only did he have Mira's voice to help, but he also replayed the memories of Shimaura Hitomi from his dream, a double dose of pleasure.

"Hiss, does this count as betraying the agreement?" Kiyoharu fell into an interesting line of thought. By Airi's strict standards, it certainly would. But besides himself, no one knew about this thing.

This was the beauty of dreams, after all. No need to consider costs or consequences.

The next day, Saturday morning.

Just after returning from his morning run, Kiyoharu saw the Young Lady, who was usually fast asleep like a log at this hour, already in the living room, walking back and forth in front of a full-length mirror.

Accompanying her were a fashion designer and a stylist, both women long-term employees of the Chihaya Conglomerate.

Upon seeing Kiyoharu, they greeted him with professional smiles.

"Good morning, everyone," Kiyoharu replied, asking with interest, "Just going shopping, why all the fuss?"

"Hitomi and I haven't spent time together like this in years, so of course, it has to be grand. Besides, we might get photographed by reporters at the mall. What would it look like if we were disheveled? Wouldn't that be a disgrace to the 'Chihaya' surname?"

"Makes sense."

"Don't just stand there, go take a shower, wash off that sweat, and pick out an outfit too."

"Sweaty? I don't think so." Kiyoharu wiped the fine sweat beads on his forehead with a towel.

A drop of sweat escaped the towel's pursuit, sliding down the boy's perfect profile. The sweat slightly dampened his sportswear, making his posture appear even more upright.

Looking at this scene, Chihaya Airi suddenly felt a familiar, strange emotion, and her delicate brows immediately furrowed. "If I say it's sweat, it's sweat. Get lost, don't linger in front of me, or else..."

Because there were uninformed people nearby, Airi didn't say it out loud. She simply made a gesture they had agreed upon with Kiyoharu, hinting that if she was displeased again, his salary would be docked.

"Roger that."

Speaking of docking his salary.

Kiyoharu's movements immediately became brisk.

If there's one thing this old hand at the workplace is sensitive about, it's not getting paid his full salary.