Sogo Doma—a transmigrator, and not even the little-sister-obsessed kind—had been transported to this real-world-turned-suspected-anime-world for five years. Yet because he had to look after Imouto, his harem count remained: 0.
He was a disgrace to transmigrators.
It was precisely because of the shame of having a zero-member harem that Utaha Kasumigaoka had seen through his bluff today, devastating his image and leaving him able to do nothing but crouch in a corner and mutter to himself.
"Only love-brained idiots keep thinking about dating..."
"So what if I've never dated? Why does it have to..."
"Why would I need to be so skilled at kissing? Isn't it just..."
"Besides, so-called love is just dopamine..."
"What's the use of love? Feeling good is enough..."
For a moment, the air was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
Utaha Kasumigaoka: (￢_￢)
She had actually been intimidated by this guy who was all bark and no bite—and more than once, at that. Sure enough, no amount of theory could compare to trying things out in practice!
Wait!
That wasn't right!
Hadn't Mashiro already carried out a successful night raid? Something even more serious than this had clearly happened to him, so why did he care about this? Hurry up and refute her!
Wait again!
Her reasoning today seemed to have gone wrong at every turn. In other words, Mashiro's so-called night raid might have been...
Thinking of a certain possibility, Utaha Kasumigaoka stepped forward and patted the crouching Sogo Doma.
"Sogo-kun, stop muttering. Haven't you at least kissed Mashiro?"
Sogo Doma: !!!∑(Дノ)ノ
Again? Did she think he was some kissing maniac?
"Why would I kiss Mashiro?"
"Not even on the night Mashiro's night raid succeeded?"
Sogo Doma: -_----
It felt like he and this girl were talking across five different worlds. Mashiro had merely touched