Even without being able to communicate verbally or pass signals, an indescribable aura always hung in the air—a silent contest between players, the path of shifting fortune, subtle signs that only those truly immersed in it could catch.
But to a data-driven player like Haramura Nodoka, such mystical perception was like a transparent barrier.
She could precisely calculate the probability of every tile appearing, yet she could never sense the flow of aura hidden behind the numbers. That was why she could completely ignore Toyoko Momoko's invisibility—because, to her, that so-called "invisibility" simply did not exist.
"That really is too much." Kageyama Sora spoke with a smile as he quietly switched places with Haramura Nodoka, positioning himself directly in front of Yuki Kataoka.
The girl's legs, slightly bent as she slumped in her seat, were left completely exposed. Her slender calves, wrapped in white stockings, gleamed softly beneath the lights, while the curve of her fallen skirt outlined the uniquely youthful contours of her figure.
He deliberately cleared his throat and said solemnly, "Even if there's no one else here, you should still be a little more careful..."
"Nooo." Yuki Kataoka immediately drew out her rebuttal, the confusion in her eyes instantly replaced by mischief.
Not only did she fail to restrain herself, she went even further, lifting one leg and gently resting her white-stockinged calf on Kageyama Sora's thigh. The silky smooth sensation came through the fabric.
Her toes curled playfully, as if confirming something. "Kageyama-kun will block them for me anyway!"
There was such natural intimacy in her tone that no one could refuse her.
Kageyama Sora's body stiffened almost imperceptibly before relaxing again, allowing the warm touch to remain on his leg. Only the tips of his ears quietly turned faintly red.
Haramura Nodoka glanced at their