Jonas alone didn't get to decide how long a session of Love Nikki lasted. Usually, once the game started, there was no stopping it.
But that wasn't what gave Jonas a headache. It was the Communicator request from someone named Celine that popped up every time he started playing Love Nikki.
Whenever Jonas wanted to pause, Miss Esnie would change into a new outfit and begin another round of dress-up.
For half the night, Jonas barely got any rest, engrossed as he was in Love Nikki. Only after Esnie was satisfied did Love Nikki turn into a sleep simulator.
In the morning, Jonas slowly opened his eyes. Esnie, who had slept in his arms last night, was already gone. It seemed she had washed up and returned to the Security Department.
"I'm practically a hands-off boss. Unless something really important needs my attention, I can just leave everything to Eiffel and Esnie."
Jonas got up and washed up. The breakfast on the table was still warm, and only after taking a few bites did he feel he had forgotten something.
"Did I forget something really important?"
Only after finishing his porridge did he remember what it was. "Oh, crap. Celine kept calling me on the Communicator last night, but every time I was about to answer, Esnie finished changing and came over."
Celine had called several times on the Communicator yesterday, but whenever he tried to answer, Esnie would emerge in an outfit he couldn't resist. They had even done a few rounds of roleplay.
At first, the scenarios had been quite ordinary. But then Esnie had an idea: she wanted Jonas to play his past self, back when he had made that deal with her long ago. Only this time, besides putting the Collar on her, he also had