"I-I'll head back to the classroom first..."
After leaving the Onsen Dimension, Hitori lowered her little head, turned around, and fled like a wisp of smoke.
"Look up at the road ahead, don't bump into anyone."
Kitahara called out a reminder behind her, then replied to Anon's messages.
"I just came out of the Onsen Dimension."
Anon: "After being busy the whole morning, break time finally arrived. But then I heard Kita say that boyfriend obtained a miraculous Pure White Bride and didn't even tell me! Favoritism! Total favoritism!"
Kitahara: "Not telling you right away was actually to give Anon a surprise."
"Eh?"
"See you in the club activity room; Anon will understand in a bit."
"..."
Putting away his phone, Kitahara unhurriedly walked through the hallway toward the Astronomy Club's activity room.
Knock, knock.
Arriving at the door of the activity room, Kitahara raised his right hand and knocked gently.
"Please come in."
A girl's gentle and pleasant voice sounded—it was Tomori.
Kitahara pushed open the door and stepped inside, seeing Anon and Tomori resting by the table, and even Succubus Saki was present without missing.
"Is everyone here?"
With a calm expression, Kitahara raised his right hand and greeted the three girls.
"Hmph~"
Anon crossed her arms over her chest, raised her pretty chin, and let out a soft huff:
"Kitahara-kun was having so much fun outside, yet still had to come over to accompany us for lunch—truly sorry to trouble you."
Everything about this pink-haired girl was great, except she loved getting jealous far too much—a textbook vinegar jar.
Kitahara took a half-step back: "So sour."
"Makoto-kun, what's wrong?"
Tomori tilted her head in confusion.
"There's a strong sour smell in the air." Kitahara covered his nose, "Did someone knock over their vinegar jar?"
"Waaah! That's so mean! How dare you call me a vinegar jar!"
Anon pounced right over, baring her fangs and brandishing her claws.
"Just in time."
Kitahara opened his arms wide, catching the pouncing Anon in a full hug, then directly gave her kisses, hugs, and lifted her up high.
Before long, this pink-haired girl was panting for breath and completely calmed down.
Tomori remained composed, paying no mind to their interaction; Succubus Saki, on the other hand, blushed slightly, looking away bashfully while unable to resist sneaking peeks from the corner of her eye.
"Kitahara-kun, where is the Pure White Bride?" Anon's face flushed crimson as she quickly changed the subject, "I want to see what it looks like."
"It's inside the Onsen Dimension." Kitahara replied softly, "If you don't have anything going on right now, come with me to the Onsen Dimension."
"I won't go." Succubus Saki hastily declined.
"Come with us!" Anon turned to look over, extending a hand to invite her, "It's the perfect chance for Saki-chan to try on the Bride attire with us."
"No..." Succubus Saki's face turned crimson, hurriedly shaking her head in refusal, her voice shy, "I only came over to pick up the Mapo Tofu, I definitely don't want to wear... wear that kind of thing..."
"If Saki-chan is unwilling, don't force her."
Tomori spoke up softly, helping Succubus Saki out of the predicament.
"Tomori has the final say. I'll take out the bento right away."
Kitahara naturally wouldn't force Succubus Saki. He took out the band poster, stuck it onto the wall, and soon had Band Tomori bring out two packed portions of Mapo Tofu.
"Thanks for your hard work, Saki-chan."
The operation to conquer the glasses-wearing girl Shimizu Rin was still ongoing, so there was naturally no reason to give up halfway.
"It's not hard..."
Succubus Saki let out a breath of relief, clutched the lunch bento boxes, and quickly turned to flee.
Kitahara withdrew his gaze, looked back at Anon, and said softly:
"Anon still remembers the Fox Spirit Mask, right?"
"I remember." Anon looked over in confusion, "What about the mask?"
"After putting on the Pure White Bride, one becomes immune to the negative misfortune brought by the mask." Kitahara explained, "In the future, Anon can use the Fox Spirit Mask without restrictions and continue transforming into a gacha master."
"Eh...?"
Anon blinked, her face showing no delight; instead, a hint of worry and lingering fear surfaced:
"Will that kind of thing really not happen again?"
Clearly.
Back then, carried away by her success, the entire KTV was burned to the ground, an accident that almost cost her and innocent passersby their lives in a sea of flames. It had left a profoundly deep psychological shadow on Anon that she still couldn't shake off to this day.
"Don't worry, I'm here." Kitahara extended his right hand, gently rubbing Anon's head, comforting her warmly, "I've already had Hitori help verify it; there's no problem."
"But boyfriend said that an isolated case can't be used as evidence, right?"
Anon was still somewhat uneasy.
"I can help."
A soft voice sounded from the side. Tomori's small face was faintly blushing, her eyes bright as she looked over shyly:
"If I'm in no danger, Anon will be able to feel at ease, right?"
Wanting to help Anon overcome her psychological hurdle was true, but wanting to wear the Bride attire was equally true.
Having already become the closest people in the world with Kitahara, she naturally wanted to wear the most memorable Pure White Bride.
Anon blinked, naturally understanding Tomori's thoughts. However, since the two were already very close friends to begin with, combined with Tomori's non-competitive personality, Anon naturally wouldn't feel jealous of Tomori. Clasping her hands together, she looked over pitifully:
"Then thank you, Tomori-chan, I'm immensely grateful."
"...You're welcome."
Tomori guiltily averted her face.
"Then let's go." Kitahara extended his right hand, holding Tomori's and Anon's soft hands respectively, "We'll have lunch first. Once we're well-fed, hydrated, and rested, we'll go verify the effect of the Pure White Bride."
"..."
With a slight distortion of light, the figures of the three vanished into thin air.
After entering the Onsen Dimension, it was first lunchtime.
Having eaten and drunk their fill, Tomori's face flushed slightly, and she said softly:
"I sweated a bit while being busy this morning. I want to soak in the onsen first, and after washing up... change clothes."
"Me too." Anon crossed her arms over her chest, "I also want to soak in the onsen for a bit to take a good rest."
The time flow ratio between the Onsen Dimension and the outside world was ten to one, so there was no need to worry about running out of time at all.
Hearing this, Kitahara's eyes lit up:
"I'll soak in the onsen together with you two."
"No way!" Anon refused flatly, the little tiger tooth at the corner of her mouth gleaming coldly, "Don't even think about doing indecent things to Tomori-chan and me!"
Kitahara's face was full of innocence:
"I really just want to take a bath together, I promise not to do anything."
"Phooey~"
Anon spat lightly, crinkled her fair nose, and put on a front of disdain:
"Boyfriend's promises don't have the slightest validity. Hurry up and go away, don't disturb Tomori-chan and me while we soak in the onsen."
"How about asking for Tomori's opinion?"
Kitahara turned his head to look at Tomori.
"I-I'm fine with either..."
Tomori's face was flushed crimson; she had no idea how to refuse at all.
"Tomori-chan, you indulge him way too much." Anon raised a hand to clutch her forehead, sighing helplessly, then leaned close to Tomori's ear to whisper:
"If we soak in the onsen together, we will definitely be taken advantage of... By then, we might even pass out, and even if we manage to stay conscious, we definitely won't have any energy left to put on the Bride dress, right?"
Tomori was the type who could never refuse anyone, and as for herself... she would only need to be kissed for three minutes before getting all dazed and agreeing to anything, wouldn't she?
So she absolutely could not agree to soaking in the onsen together—otherwise, she and Tomori would definitely be arranged side by side!
Tomori quickly came to her senses, her face blushing crimson as she covered her chest:
"Makoto-kun, Anon and I will soak in the onsen together, don't come over."
"..."
There was no need to detail what happened next.
Anon and Tomori went together to wash up and soak in the onsen, while Kitahara was placed under a 'grounding order,' able to only sit obediently by the side reading a book.
Once the two girls finished soaking and came ashore, they quickly took the Pure White Bride and entered the changing room; with Anon by her side, there was naturally no need for Kitahara to step in and help.
Time quietly slipped by like this.
After a long while, the changing room door was finally pushed open quietly. Anon stepped out first, but for some reason, her pretty face was distinctly filled with resentment.
"What's wrong, Anon?"
Kitahara asked curiously.
"So unfair..."
Anon cupped both hands lightly in front of her chest, her tone full of grievance:
"Tomori feels like she got bigger again, completely exceeding the development level a high schooler should have... It's all the fault of small fry, isn't it?"
Those words weren't wrong.
Tomori's 'secondary development' was indeed thanks to Kitahara.
Of course, he certainly couldn't admit it now, otherwise Anon's vinegar jar would overturn again. The best method was to change the subject:
"Do you want me to give Anon a Wish Sticky Note?"
"Eh?"
"Anon can make a wish to catch up to Tomori's development..."
"I don't want to!"
Anon covered her chest with both hands and quickly took a half-step back.
Although she was super envious, enduring such exaggerated extra weight every day would definitely be super exhausting, wouldn't it?
In any case, she wasn't the only flat-chested alien—Kita, Nijika, and even Seika were all in the same camp as her; as long as she wasn't alone, it didn't matter at all.
While they spoke, the changing room door was gently pushed open again, and Tomori, holding the hem of the Pure White Bride, walked out with a blushing face.
Kitahara's eyes lit up and he stepped forward to greet her, not holding back his words of praise in the slightest:
"Tomori is the world's number-one cutie."
These words were sincere and heartfelt, without a shred of falsehood—whoever wore the Bride dress was the world's number-one cutie.
"Thank you, Makoto-kun."
Tomori's small face was flushed crimson, a faint, gentle smile blooming at the corners of her lips as she covered her chest and thanked him bashfully.
"Hmph~"
Anon couldn't help letting out a soft huff. Seeing Kitahara praise another girl right in front of her naturally made her jealous, but thankfully she quickly adjusted her mindset:
"Tomori-chan, do you want to take a few photos as keepsakes?"
Without any hesitation, Tomori looked over with bright, expectant eyes:
"I want to take photos."
Pausing for a moment, Tomori's face flushed crimson as she added:
"I want to take photos together with Makoto-kun."
Wearing the Pure White Bride for the first time in her life with her favorite boy right by her side, she wanted to preserve this wonderful moment no matter what.
"Then I'll go change into formal attire."
Kitahara naturally wouldn't reject Tomori's wish. He turned and walked to the wardrobe, took his formal suit, and entered the changing room.
A moment later.
Looking at Kitahara, who had finished changing, both Anon and Tomori opened their eyes wide, finding it difficult to look away.
Kitahara's charm stat was already exceptionally high, and wearing this tailor-made formal suit now completely evolved him into a male succubus; if he appeared in the school dressed like this, countless girls would definitely throw themselves at him like moths to a flame.
"Anon, we can take photos now." Kitahara walked over to Tomori's side and said softly, "There is a dedicated camera in the drawer; it's more suitable to use the camera."
"I got it..."
Anon snapped back to her senses, turned around to find the camera in the drawer, and then looked over with a face full of resentment.
Tomori wearing the Pure White Bride, and Kitahara wearing the white formal suit... wasn't this clearly a wedding scene?
This was clearly a three-person wedding—she definitely didn't want to just be a sleeping camera, aahhh!
After taking the photos, Kitahara held the soft hands of both girls, left the Onsen Dimension, and returned to the club activity room. Since Tomori had worn the Bride dress to serve as experimental data, they still needed to return to the real world to pull cards in the gacha.
"Tomori-chan, here's the phone." Anon had already adjusted her mindset and handed her phone over, her voice full of anticipation, "The banner just happened to open; five-star limited character and the signature weapon—I want them all!"
Saying so, she clasped her hands together:
"It would be best to pull directly to max constellation! Please~"
"Leave it to me."
Tomori nodded lightly and agreed.
"Here."
Kitahara took out the Fox Spirit Mask, handed it to Tomori, and softly reassured her:
"Don't worry at all, Tomori. With me here, there won't be any danger."
"I believe in Makoto-kun."
Tomori took the Fox Spirit Mask, gently put it onto her face, picked up Anon's phone, and began helping with the gacha pulls.
With the first ten-pull, five gold cards popped up on the screen.
"Keep going, keep going!" Anon's eyes sparkled brightly, "Tomori-chan, keep pulling!"
"Okay."
Tomori didn't have much interest in mobile games, so pulling five gold cards in a ten-pull didn't cause much emotional fluctuation for her. Under Anon's urging, she calmly pressed the ten-pull button again.
This time, the luck was even more explosive—a direct seven gold cards in a single ten-pull, instantly maxing out the banner's limited character's constellations.
"Ehehe~"
Anon happily hugged Tomori, full of pleasant surprise:
"Thanks for your hard work, Tomori-chan."
"It's because the Fox Spirit Mask is very amazing." Tomori looked up and asked, "Does Anon want to continue?"
"Of course we continue, the signature weapon isn't max refinement yet!"
"..."
Tomori nodded lightly, continuing to act as a gacha machine.
On the third ten-pull, six five-star weapons.
On the fourth ten-pull, five five-star weapons appeared again, maxing out the limited signature weapon directly, making Anon overjoyed.
"Oh no, pulling this many gold cards all at once, will the game company think I'm using cheats and ban my account?"
Anon quickly calmed down, looking toward Kitahara with worry.
Kitahara hit the nail on the head: "We are using cheats."
Anon: "..."
"Relax, nothing will happen." Kitahara comforted Anon, "Account anomalies do carry the risk of a ban, but I have the Face-Face Fruit, so there's no problem at all."
"Eh, Kitahara even knows people from the game company?"
Anon asked in surprise.
"I don't." Kitahara shook his head, "However, I can call the liaison lady; surely they will give the Bureau some face."
Ordinary people were powerless against game account bans, but as long as you held power and influence, there was no need to worry about ban issues at all.
Anon couldn't help but shoot him a petulant look:
"Boyfriend-kun is so bad! Don't go troubling the liaison lady with every little thing!"