Chapter 135: Accidentally Encountering the God of Harem, Unable to Win Despite Trying My Best
"Giving up so quickly?"
Although Iwanaga Kotoko feigned a generous, selfless air, Asagiri saw through her true thoughts at a glance.
"I prefer the way you usually are—constantly teasing me with dirty jokes and that unruly Lolita look. Restore that version of yourself."
"I don't dare be lewd, I really don't."
Iwanaga Kotoko looked like a naughty kid who had been taught a severe lesson. She shrank into herself, looking honest and timid.
"Last night... I felt like I was going to break in your hands. You even picked me up... Your size made my head spin. It was too much... I felt like I was going to faint from the pleasure and pain. Please, just let me go for now, okay?"
"Want me to let you go?"
With the air of a villainous Demon King, Asagiri showed no mercy. He looked down at Iwanaga Kotoko, whose eyes were swimming with tears, a picture of pity.
"That won't work. You'll have to think of another way to make it up to me."
"Another way..."
Iwanaga Kotoko blinked, and suddenly, realizing something, she blushed and whispered.
"Actually... before I invited you to Kanagawa, I looked up 'how a girlfriend should please her boyfriend' online. I can't do some of the techniques because my body isn't developed enough... but if it's like this..."
She first retreated into the blanket, then gently leaned her body against Asagiri's. She stuck out her pink tongue, licked tentatively, and then tried to open her mouth, speaking around him in a slurry tone.
"Doing this... um... will you be happy?"
…
Later that evening, in the reception room of the Hotel suite.
"By the way, summon Crazy Mita one more time." Iwanaga Kotoko sat primly on the sofa, hands folded like a well raised young lady. "Even if she's your Persona, she helped resolve my request. I should thank her properly."
"Alright."
Asagiri nodded. A tarot card bearing an inverted Lovers motif drifted into his outstretched palm. His fingers closed, crushing the illusion into glittering fragments.
"Persona, Mita."
Crazy Mita reappeared.
Kotoko opened her mouth to greet her, only to freeze. Crazy Mita was holding a cookie, and she looked momentarily dazed, as if she had been yanked out of her own world mid bite.
Then she snapped to attention.
With a speed that made Kotoko's eyes widen, Crazy Mita shoved every cookie in her hand into her mouth. Her cheeks puffed up like a hamster's, and only then did she look at Asagiri, speaking around the mouthful.
"Ene, enemies where?"
Kotoko's lips parted, but no words came out.
"Uh…"
Asagiri walked up to Crazy Mita with righteous indignation.
"What are you eating? I'm asking you, what did you just eat?"
"Tch…"
Crazy Mita clicked her tongue, visibly reluctant. Still, she brought out her left hand from behind her back and shoved it toward him.
In her pale palm sat a single sandwich cookie.
"There's only one left. Even if you want more, you're not getting any." She glared. "Don't ask me again."
"You're surprisingly generous," Asagiri said, tone perfectly straight.
Watching the exchange, Kotoko tilted her head, curiosity rising.
"Aren't you basically a robot in terms of body structure? Why do you still eat?"
Crazy Mita snorted.
"I don't need food to keep my body running." She spoke as if it should have been obvious. "But I can still taste it. Sandwich cookies are good. I like them."
"I see."
Kotoko's lips curved, as if a plan had just clicked into place.
"If that's the case, this is easy."
…
A quarter of an hour later.
"This… what is this?"
Crazy Mita lifted a bite of chocolate cake on a small plastic fork and placed it into her mouth. She chewed slowly, savoring it. Then her eyes widened.
"In your world… there's something this delicious?" Her voice rose, disbelief and awe mixing together. "It's even better than sandwich cookies."
Kotoko held a porcelain saucer in one hand and a teacup in the other, gently cooling the steaming black tea with a refined breath. She smiled, every bit the proper young lady.
"I'm glad you like it. Eat as much as you want. If it's not enough, I'll call the Hotel and have them bring more." Her tone was soft, sincere. "Consider it my thanks for your help."
"Hmph."
Crazy Mita shoved another bite into her mouth, then spoke through a stubborn pride that could not fully hide her satisfaction.
"I'm just his Persona. If you want to thank someone, thank him."
"You mean, thank Asagiri?"
Kotoko glanced toward Asagiri on the opposite side of the sofa. She shook her head as if the idea was ridiculous.
"He and I are close enough that we don't need formal thanks." Her smile turned sweet, and her voice dipped slightly, as if sharing a private joke with the room. "Besides… I don't thank him with cake."
She paused, then continued in a leisurely, almost dreamy tone.
"I'd rather have him treat me like cake. Completely claim me. Eat me up. That sounds much nicer."
Crazy Mita looked over, unimpressed.
"Heh. Love drunk fool. Why aren't you eating?"
Kotoko's smile never wavered.
"I already ate."
Then she looked at Asagiri again and added, meaning packed into every syllable.
"And I drink milk too."
Crazy Mita's brow furrowed. She knew what milk was. Even in the Mita World, milk existed. Still, she had the uncomfortable feeling that Kotoko's "milk" was not the milk she was thinking of.
After finishing an entire slice of chocolate cake, Crazy Mita glanced at the tray on the table and spoke flatly.
"Alright. I'm full. I'm going back."
Kotoko blinked.
"You're leaving already? There's still plenty."
"I'm done." Crazy Mita waved it off. "Even the best food gets cloying if you eat too much."
She said that, then looked at Asagiri, lips pursed like she was trying to sound casual and failing.
"Call the others out one by one. Let them finish the rest."
Asagiri's expression turned solemn, the kind of seriousness reserved for great matters.
"Even if you still want it yourself… even if you once treated those Mitas like dolls… you still chose to share something good." His voice lowered, heavy with emotion. "Hagita… you bastard…"
Crazy Mita stared at him.
"Stop giving me weird nicknames." She turned away as if embarrassed by the whole thing. "I'm leaving."
Her figure faded and disappeared.
Kotoko watched the spot she had stood in, then looked at Asagiri with a thoughtful gaze.
"She seems… a little different from last time. In my impression, someone as completely insane as her, someone who enjoys killing, wouldn't leave cake for the other Melitas."
"She's not in the same situation anymore."
Asagiri shrugged, his smile faint.
"Her twisted personality came from the world she lived in. Her way of thinking is fundamentally different from the other Mitas. They don't care how their world was made. To them, if it exists, then it's real."
He continued calmly.
"But Crazy Mita couldn't accept being a failed character in a game world. She said it herself. She wanted to kill us, then become a Player in the death game."
Asagiri's tone remained even, almost matter of fact.
"Now she hasn't become a Player, but she's gained another way to leave the Mita World. And by following me, she gets what she craved: exciting battles." His eyes narrowed slightly. "So of course she's changing."
Kotoko rested her cheek on one hand, studying him like she had discovered something new.
"I didn't expect you to be this empathetic," she murmured. "You even think about her feelings, about why she became what she is. It makes me think… even if you usually look cold and ruthless, you still have a gentle side."
"Gentle?" Asagiri scoffed, amused.
"Don't make me laugh." His tone turned flat again. "She's only alive because she's qualified to be my Persona. That means I can ensure she won't betray me and won't hurt those Mitas again."
He leaned back, eyes calm, voice without warmth.
"If that weren't true, I wouldn't care why she's twisted. I'd just give her a Human Asura iron fist and send her off."
"Hm…"
Kotoko's eyes softened, as if she were quietly piecing together his rules.
"So, if someone is an enemy… you can understand them, but you won't pity them." She nodded slightly. "And you won't hesitate because of it."
As if satisfied with her conclusion, she sprang up, hurried to him, and threw herself into his arms with a bright smile.
"I've learned a little more about you." Her voice warmed with genuine happiness. "That makes me really happy."
…
After that, Asagiri summoned the Mitas one by one, letting them taste the pastries from this world.
When Hat Mita appeared, she kissed him first, then devoured an impressive amount without a shred of embarrassment.
Kind Mita was more reserved. She ate a single pastry, thanked him softly, then kissed him with a gentle warmth that lingered.
Cute Mita cheered as she finished her share, then demanded head pats. She melted into shameless affection afterward, perfectly content.
Short haired Mita admitted she did not like sweets much. She sampled a sandwich instead, then kissed him like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Mira practiced her katana for a while, showing Asagiri her recent progress, then stepped close and kissed him with quiet confidence.
Core Mita's exclusive ability still had not awakened, but Asagiri summoned her anyway. Since they could not communicate through language, she used gestures and a strange little dance until Asagiri and Kotoko finally understood what she meant.
"I robot, cannot eat."
The Puppet Monster Mita was the same.
The funniest reactions belonged to Pocket Mita and Sleepy Mita.
Pocket Mita stared up at a cake far taller than herself, eyes sparkling like she had fallen into a dessert kingdom. She attacked it with all her might, and after a heroic struggle, managed to eat a tiny corner of the chocolate cake.
As for Sleepy Mita…
She would not wake up. Truly, absolutely would not.
In the end, Asagiri could only dab a little cream on her lips as a symbolic offering, then send her back to sleep.
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