Why Doesn't Xiao Tong Move into Eri's House?

Shimaura Hitomi seemed rather unremarkable next to her two radiant best friends.

However, being accustomed to not drawing attention, she actually preferred this state of being unnoticed. It made it easier for her to do sneaky things.

On her very first try, Shimaura Hitomi fell in love with the "Dream Wanderer."

In the dream, Kiyoharu seemed to firmly believe it was a dream, so while his actions were consistent with reality, he also took bolder steps.

Shimaura Hitomi summoned the courage to invite her senpai to take action. She had expected that, given Kiyoharu's personality, he would flatly refuse, but to her surprise, he agreed without hesitation, allowing Shimaura Hitomi to experience pleasures she had never imagined.

In Shinjuku, inside a bright shopping mall, with classical music playing as background noise, Shimaura Hitomi would occasionally stare at Kiyoharu's hands, reliving the sensation, her face flushing with heat.

Compared to directly using her senpai's belongings for fantasy, the dream, which was infinitely equivalent to reality, was exponentially more pleasurable.

"Do I have something on my hand?" Kiyoharu asked, raising his hand to examine it curiously.

"N-no, nothing..." Shimaura Hitomi stammered, feeling a bit flustered. "Senpai, how did you sleep last night?"

"It was okay. Why do you ask all of a sudden?"

"Because, well, where I was staying last night... there were some delinquent bikers making noise nearby. Yes, some people were street racing, and it woke me up..."

Shimaura Hitomi spoke haltingly, nervously making up an excuse.

She really wanted to know Kiyoharu's feelings about the dream, but unfortunately, this was sensitive information that was difficult to pry out even with indirect questioning.

"Where do you live, Little Hitomi? Shibuya, or Bunkyo?" Chihaya Airi, walking side-by-side with Kitahara Ayano in front, turned her head and asked.

"Actually, I'm in Nakano... a really small apartment."

"Living in a place like that makes it easy to encounter low-quality people. You should move to Minato District. There are some good places near my house."

But the rent would probably double, no, maybe even more. Shimaura Hitomi thought to herself, then smiled and said, "Thank you, Airi. I'm used to living there now, and besides, there aren't delinquent bikers passing by every night, it's just an occasional thing."

"Alright then."

Chihaya Airi seemed a little regretful. She really wished Shimaura Hitomi could live near the Chihaya Family residence so they could hang out more often.

Among her many friends, Shimaura Hitomi was arguably the one Airi trusted and felt most at ease with. There were no conflicts of interest between them, and for a daughter of a conglomerate, friends without any vested interests were the most precious.

If she lived nearby, Airi could hear Shimaura Hitomi's daily reports on Kiyoharu's situation at school in person, and they could watch variety shows together, staying up late without issue, as Uncle Tsuchiya could just drive her home.

But this was unrealistic for Shimaura Hitomi. While Chihaya Academy offered generous benefits, the rent in Minato District was simply too expensive. Shimaura Hitomi would rather sacrifice a bit of her living experience to save more money.

It was true that her elders had connections with the Chihaya Family, but their financial situations were vastly different.

Shimaura Hitomi's spending habits had been very frugal since childhood; she saved wherever she could and had no expensive bad habits. From another perspective, she might be considered a boring woman with no zest for life.

At this moment, Kitahara Ayano suddenly covered her mouth and chuckled, "Why don't we just have Little Hitomi move into Airi's place? There are plenty of empty rooms anyway."

Her whimsical suggestion instantly made both Airi and Shimaura Hitomi's expressions stiffen slightly.

"Ayano, don't joke like that. How could I possibly disturb Airi and Senpai's happy life?" Shimaura Hitomi saw the familiar sign of a milk tea shop and quickly changed the subject. "Does everyone want milk tea? I'll go line up for you."

"Okay, buy me a cup of cheese Ceylon," Airi readily agreed. "What about you, Ayano?"

"Matcha is fine."

Kiyoharu didn't want to listen to Kitahara Ayano's passive-aggressive remarks, so he decided to go with Shimaura Hitomi to queue for milk tea.

Coincidentally, he planned to take advantage of their alone time to give Shimaura Hitomi some advice.

Kiyoharu still had his eye on the Shimaura Hitomi series of tasks that the system had generated, specifically [Shimaura Hitomi's Image Makeover].

With her best friends out shopping, this was the perfect opportunity for Kiyoharu to offer his advice without seeming out of place.

Raising Shimaura Hitomi's charm value from 65 to 80 probably wouldn't be too difficult. Although he hadn't figured out the system's scoring criteria yet, Kiyoharu was confident in his judgment of people.

Putting aside any sarcasm, the girl's foundation was truly excellent.

As for the task [Praise Shimaura Hitomi's figure, making her shy], given Shimaura Hitomi's naturally shy personality, Kiyoharu believed he could complete it just by being sincere and offering wholesome compliments in front of Airi.

If he could complete this task, along with the 70 points he gained from accidentally tasting Airi earlier, that would be 170 Energy Points.

Kiyoharu's goal was 300 Energy Points to exchange for the most urgently needed skill in the system store: [Network Hacker].

"Host, this system believes that the current skill has a low cost-performance ratio. You could first check out the special offers in the store and use your current Energy Points to upgrade something~"

The noisy, useless system started chattering in Kiyoharu's ear again.

"What special offers are there?"

"For example, this [Attribute Point: Blood Essence +10] is currently 30% off. Your 70 Energy Points are just enough to get it..."

"Bah, you good-for-nothing system with bad intentions! Do you think I haven't read the attribute point descriptions? The Blood Essence attribute, besides strengthening the internal body, has the most important function of enhancing sexual abilities. I'm already struggling with the Beguiler and the Canvas Devil constantly provoking me. If I strengthen Blood Essence further, I'll explode on the spot!"

"Wuwuwu, Host, you misunderstand! This system is doing this for your own good!" the system said in a humble tone. "Besides, according to big data, the usage opportunities for hacker skills are really few, meow."

"True, but if I had enough Network Hacker ability, I could hack into Kitahara Ayano's phone and completely delete that video of me helping her get dressed. Plus, I could figure out what she's creating, maybe even gain leverage over her. Isn't that very useful?"

The system was stunned for a moment, then suddenly praised enthusiastically, "As expected of the intelligent Host! You've found such a brilliant solution to break through the situation, completely turning the tables!"

"Is that my intelligence? It's just you being stupid, you useless dog, a low-level, mediocre, trash system!"

"Awooo~"

Just you wait, Canvas Devil!

Kiyoharu finished his internal rant and saw that it was their turn to order milk tea.

Shimaura Hitomi ordered drinks for her friends and asked Kiyoharu what he wanted.

"Me? Just an iced lemon water, sugar-free," he replied.

"Senpai rarely drinks sugary beverages, that's a great habit," Shimaura Hitomi sighed. "No wonder Senpai has always been so thin..."

"What are you talking about? You're not fat yourself."

"Really?"

"What if you tried a different clothing style, kouhai? You have a great figure, and with just a little bit of dressing up, you'd be stunning. You wouldn't look plump at all."

Hearing this, Shimaura Hitomi's eyes flickered, and she quickly waved her hands. "No, thank you. I don't want to dress too conspicuously. Um, being too beautiful isn't good..."

Her resolute attitude was the opposite of most girls who loved to be beautiful, as if pursuing beauty was a terrifying thing.