Emotions from Kiyoharu Are Complex and Unfathomable

What's it like to have a host who just won't budge?

No one's experience is more vivid than Kiyoharu's system.

The key thing is, he's not purely lazy. If you say he's lazy, he worked hard to get into Todai, is well-regarded by students as a math teacher, and doesn't disgrace the Chihaya Family in his dealings with people. He's a proper promising youth;

If you say he's not lazy, he doesn't look at a single system-issued mission, treating the generous rewards like dirt.

The system once fainted from Kiyoharu's exasperation, questioning why he couldn't just do the missions. Did he really have the heart to watch her, a weak, pitiable, and helpless system, starve to death without Energy Points?

Kiyoharu revealed a resolute gaze and coldly snorted, "Everything I've gotten so far is thanks to my own efforts... System, no adding points!"

System: o(╥﹏╥)o

"Don't be unconvinced. Let me analyze this. Kitahara Ayano, I don't know her at all. If I show particular interest in her, won't that play right into the Red-Eyed Devil's hands?" When Kiyoharu chatted with the system, he directly called Airi the "Red-Eyed Devil." Anyway, no one could hear his thoughts, so he stopped pretending.

"Host, you can make a secret move. After all, you're the witty and brave Host~" the system insisted.

"Make a move on your head! Do you think the Red-Eyed Devil is a naive girl who's easy to fool?" Kiyoharu sneered. "System, I remember you said if I didn't live past sixty, you'd completely dissipate, right? If you want to live, just stay put."

"..."

"Even if we go back a thousand steps, isn't it because you're too useless? Look at the ridiculous missions you've given me: Dormitory Gunner, Braving the Fitting Room, Haunted Nurse's Office, The God's Hand in Swimming Class... Damn it, they all lead to social death! If you gave me a mission to sign in and get a Lamborghini, would I refuse? In the end, it's because you, the system, are too weak. Think about your own problems. It's been hard for so many years as a Transmigrator."

"...Stop talking, stop talking, sob, I know I'm wrong, okay!"

Having successfully "CPU'd" the useless system, Kiyoharu ignored it and focused on playing games until late at night. He turned off the TV precisely at eleven and spent half an hour doing some simple exercises.

After showering, Kiyoharu left his room and went to the living room.

Airi had probably already gone to sleep. The living room was dim and somewhat messy. Packaging bags for unknown products were scattered on the floor, a few clothes and a hairdryer with the plug still in were piled on the sofa, and leftover potato chips were spilled on the coffee table.

There was even a black stocking stuffed into the gap between the cushion and the sofa back...

Kiyoharu shook his head helplessly and quietly began tidying up the environment.

Indeed, no matter how glamorous a girl might be outside, her home could be frighteningly messy.

As he pulled out the stocking, Kiyoharu couldn't help but recall the scene from the evening when Airi had teased him with her feet. Those small, delicate black-stockinged feet danced tantalizingly in his palm, left and right, bringing a strange sensation. The young lady's feet had no unpleasant odor; instead, he could faintly smell Chihaya Airi's unique, rich fragrance, constantly stirring a certain long-dormant desire within Kiyoharu.

"Gulp!" Kiyoharu swallowed and suddenly had a wild thought: should he take a whiff of the stocking now?

Instantly, reason reasserted control. Kiyoharu balled up the stocking and tossed it into the laundry basket, his gaze clear.

After finishing the housework, it was almost midnight, and Kiyoharu was also sleepy. He returned to his small room and fell asleep.

What, you ask why Airi isn't featured here?

A nominal couple naturally sleeps in separate rooms. Did you expect Kiyoharu to say goodnight to Airi before bed?

Do you say goodnight to your boss before bed?

To Kiyoharu, Airi was like a work colleague; their relationship was primarily "not familiar."

They each fulfilled their duties, and everything was peaceful. It was quite good.

The next day. Evening.

After finishing his work at school, Kiyoharu arrived at the pre-booked luxury restaurant precisely on time.

He was still wearing the casual suit from the day, formal and presentable enough while maintaining a low-key style. However, it still couldn't hide Kiyoharu's handsome features.

Along the way, female passersby frequently cast eager glances at him. Kiyoharu kept his eyes straight ahead, ignoring them. After all, he'd been handsome for two lifetimes and was already accustomed to it, not feeling any smugness from it. In fact, the possessiveness hidden in a very few gazes would slightly trigger Kiyoharu's PTSD—he had been terribly harmed by a yandere in his previous life!

What's so good about women? Isn't gaming more appealing? Isn't playing with friends more fun?

As for tonight's welcome dinner, Kiyoharu was only looking forward to the food. It was said that the high-end Western restaurant Airi had chosen was famous for its exquisite Wellington Steak.

Unlike Kiyoharu, whose mind was filled with "I'm gonna eat, eat, eat," Chihaya Airi had clearly dressed up specifically to welcome her best friend. At this moment, in the VIP private room of the restaurant, the young lady was sitting boredly in a high-backed chair, waiting. Her strapless evening gown perfectly accentuated her curves, and her two slender, straight legs were crossed, her restless toes swinging her high heels back and forth. Her lightly colored, manicured toes were round and glossy, dazzling under the indoor lighting.

As Kiyoharu entered the room, his attention was subconsciously drawn to her fair, delicate feet.

Sometimes he couldn't help but maliciously guess that Airi's so-called "demonic" attribute might essentially stem from childhood hyperactivity disorder...

"Kiyoharu-kun, you're really not honest. You said you weren't interested in my feet." Before she finished speaking, Chihaya Airi suddenly lifted her alluringly curved leg and tossed her high heel towards Kiyoharu.

Kiyoharu accurately caught the high heel, looking as if he was used to it, as if he had long been accustomed to Airi's fickle temper. He crouched down to help her put on her shoe.

"The young lady is joking again. Are all the arrangements for the banquet ready? Is there anything I can help with?"

"Everything's done, the food, the drinks... Oh, right, go tell the waiter to prepare some lemon leaves. Ayano likes to add them to her white wine."

Kiyoharu had never seen the combination of white wine and lemon leaves before. It was like pairing pan-seared French foie gras with chili peppers.

But this was Miss Kitahara's personal preference, and he had no right to criticize.

As Kiyoharu went out to notify the waiter about the lemon leaves, complex ripples appeared in Airi's eyes again, and she raised her hand to gently press her chest.

Whenever Kiyoharu calmly dealt with her antics, like helping her put on her high heels, Airi's chest would surge with an indescribable emotion. This emotion was different from her disgust towards other men, but it still felt uncomfortable, so it was definitely a negative emotion.

Fortunately, Kitahara Ayano arrived soon after, preventing Airi from overthinking alone.

In terms of pure appearance, Ayano was no less beautiful than Airi, but their temperaments were completely different.

Delicate and refined, like a fragile narcissus, she perfectly embodied the phrase "young lady from a distinguished family" from head to toe.

When talking with Airi, she spoke softly and gently, showing her gracefulness.

"Ayano-chan is getting more and more beautiful. Sigh, I wonder which scoundrel will get lucky."

"Mmm, Airi is beautiful too." After being praised for so long, Ayano said shyly.

Kiyoharu didn't interrupt the reunion of the two friends. Instead, he stared at the empty plate in front of him.

Damn it, the appetizer is so small. It was gone in two bites. What the hell, is the head chef feeding a cat here?

After a discreet initial observation of Kitahara Ayano, Kiyoharu concluded that this lady posed no significant threat. She was primarily quiet and exuded the reserve of a family steeped in literature. Compared to Chihaya Airi, she was practically an angel.