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____Meanwhile, Outside the Aparment________

Chihiro made her way back to Nanami’s apartment, her hand poised to knock. Unbeknownst to her, two men loitered near Mr. Kamata’s door.

“Oh? What do we have here? A pretty high-school girl,” one of them remarked with a sleazy tone, catching Chihiro off guard just as she was about to knock.

Startled, Chihiro whirled around to face the source of the voice. Two middle-aged men leered at her.

“W-what…?” she stammered, her body tensing up.

“Hey there, missy. Why don’t you join us?” suggested one, boldly closing the distance.

Retreating, Chihiro was at a loss, words failing her as the man continued to advance, despite her visible retreat.

“I-I can’t… I’m here to see… M-my sister,” she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.

The man’s aggressive approach left Chihiro trapped against Nanami and Shuuichi’s door, his presence overwhelming as he leaned in too close for comfort. Involuntarily, Chihiro recoiled, her heart pounding. She is yet unable to discern if she scared… Or excited.

From inside, Nanami watched through the peephole, panic rising within her. ‘I have to help Chihiro! But with two of them out there… My abilities, they’re not right for this situation!’ she reasoned.

‘So this… THIS was the misfortune it spoke about!’

Amidst her discomfort, Chihiro heard the other man coax in a tone dripping with faux gentleness, “Ohh~ Look at this one, she’s so cute. How about it, girl? Wouldn’t you like us, nice older men, to show you some nice things?”

It was then that her excitement started to overwhelm her fear, “N-nice… Things..?”

As the situation escalated, the man reached out his hand toward one of Chihiro’s breasts.

“Yeah… Very nice things~”

Chihiro was right on the verge of accepting their advances, of accepting this depravity as her nature as she did in the alternate timeline.

In that instant, Nanami’s heart raced. ‘I need to do something—Mr. Kamata! I’ll call him and he will pull her out of this,’ she thought, bolting away from the door and reaching for the phone inside their apartment.

But before she had a chance to dial, a furious shout pierced the tension. “HEY!! What are you doing to her!?” The aggressive tone belonged to none other than Shuuichi, returning from work.

“B-…Big brother…” Chihiro’s voice trembled. It was then her excitement waned, and reason flowed back in. Relief washed over her.

The man turned, sneering at Shuuichi with contempt. “Huh? And who the fuck are you to step in?”

Shuuichi’s response was swift and decisive. “It’s none of your business! Back off from her, now! Can’t you see she’s scared?!”

“None of your damn business what girl I’m gonna fuck—!” He called, approaching him with ready with a punch. But Shuuichi was quicker. He quickly dropped his bag and socked him up his chin. He dropped to the floor like a log, falling on his back.

With the first aggressor lying unconscious on the ground, Shuuichi wasted no time in addressing the second man, who had already started frantically knocking on Mr. Kamata’s door, seeking an escape or perhaps assistance.

“And you! You’re with that scumbag, aren’t you? Get over here!” Shuuichi’s voice boomed with fury as he marched towards the man, grabbing him by the shirt and slamming him against the wall.

“Hehe, you’re screwed now, buddy. We know the landlord, see? We’ll have the cops on you so fast, you’ll be behind bars before you know it!” The man jeered, thinking he had the upper hand, just as Mr. Kamata’s door swung open.

“HUH!?” Shuuichi couldn’t hide his surprise, turning to face Mr. Kamata.

“Is this true, Mr. Kamata?!” he demanded, seeking clarification.

“The only ones I’m calling the police on are you two lowlifes!” Mr. Kamata barked back, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

“WHAT??!?” The man’s smirk faded instantly, replaced by a look of sheer disbelief.

“S-Stop messing around, Kamata! Help me out here!” he pleaded, desperation creeping into his voice.

“Mr. Honda, hold that bastard against the wall. I’m dialing the police right now! How dare they harass you girly here!” Mr. Kamata didn’t hesitate, as she rushed back into his apartment, struggling to call the police with his missing fingers.

“Kamata!??!?!?!?!?!” The man’s plea turned into a cry of utter disbelief, his scheme unraveling before his eyes as Mr. Komata stood firm, ready to protect his tenants and uphold justice.

The police arrived. With the testimony of Kamata, Nanami, Chihiro, Shuuichi and some of the neighbors, the two were escorted to the police station and were arrested on the spot. The police were curious of Komata’s missing fingers, but he told them he lost them in an accident.

‘He… Didn’t hesitate. He didn’t hesitate to risk getting hurt over the likes of us…’ Nanami thought, staring at him in awe as he escorted Nanami and her sister into the house.

She then looked at the game-like interface…

… The quest hadn’t been cleared yet.

[STATUS: INCOMPLETE!]

‘What…? No, that was obviously it, wasn’t it?! Something… Something must be wrong with it. It has to be,’ she thought, her frustration increasing.

Later that evening, after ensuring Chihiro was safe and sound at her own home, Shuuichi returned to the apartment he shared with Nanami.

“Are you okay, Nanami-san?” Shuuichi’s asked as the two got into bed together.

“…It was scary. But I’m glad it all worked out. Thank goodness you got here when you did, Shuu-kun.”

“Yeah. I gotta admit, I was a bit worried when he claimed to be friends with the landlord. Lucky for us, Mr. Kamata is on the right side,” Shuuichi confessed, wrapping his arms around Nanami, their warmth mingling under the blanket.

“….Yeah. He is decent, I suppose.” Nanami said, slightly reluctant.

“…What would you have done if they really were friends?” she ventured, her curiosity piqued despite herself.

‘Why am I even asking this? He has already done so much. He put everything on the line for Chihiro…’ Her thoughts swirled as she clutched the bedsheet.

“I’d have dealt with him too. It was about Chihiro, after all.”

“…We could have been thrown out… Your reputation, your job at risk…”

“Chihiro means more than my job, Nanami-san. We would’ve figured something out. But I couldn’t stand by and let Mr. Kamata or anyone else harm Chihiro over something like my job.” His conviction was clear, his words filled with an unwavering resolve.

‘My~…’ She thought, bursting into a small chuckle.

“What?” Shuuichi’s confusion was evident as he sought to understand her sudden laughter.

“Nothing, it’s just…” She paused, her smile broadening as she met his gaze.

[BACKGROUND MUSIC: PAUL KIM – ME AFTER YOU]

“Such a boring response,” she let out.

“…You think I’m boring?” There was a hint of vulnerability in his question.

“Yeah,” she affirmed. Leaning in, she bridged the gap between them with a tender kiss.

“My boring, brave Shuu-kun <3”

She then climbed atop him.

“N-nanami-san?” Shuuichi stammered as she straightened her posture straddling him.

“I’d like us to try some new things, Shuu-kun. Not just new poses. But… roleplay,” she suggested firmly, a smile stretching across her face.

“Roleplay…?” he asked, raising his brow as he gently grabbed her waist.

“Yeah. RO-LE-PLA-Y,” she emphasized playfully.

“Huuh… Do you dislike how we do it now?” he asked.

“Well, I don’t hate it…” she began. “But, Shuu-kun, I won’t lie, there’s a lot to be desired.”

‘I can’t fight against who I am and what I want. But…’

“Ouch?” Shuuichi let out.

“But,” she said as she traced her fingers across his body, “I desire those things from you.”

‘… Shuu-kun, I realized that the things I want, I want to do with you. I realized that I can’t be truly happy if I hid it from you, even if you never found out and I never left you while cheating.’

“I… see,” Shuuichi said with a slight frown, unable to hide his disappointment in himself. “I’m not against trying new things and making you feel good, but… what brought this on?”

“Well, Shuu-kun, I love you. And I love how I feel being with you,” She said, “But, you see, actually… I… I really love perverse sex too.” She confessed.

Shuuichi let out a soft chuckle, almost considering her words a joke, or rhetoric in nature.

But he then looked at her expression. She appeared almost desperate, her gaze unwavering as she met his eyes.

His chuckle then slowly died down, and he paid his full attention to her.

“Your wife is actually a huge pervert. And… She desires to be perverted with you. She desires to feel the best with you.” She said as she grasped his palm, intertwining her fingers with his.

“I know you’re always tired from work, and we rarely have time for ourselves… But… Even so…” She asked, clenching her teeth as her grip on his palm tightened.

“… Can you… Please, hear this selfish, depraved woman’s plea and… Work with me on this? Help… Help the indecent me feel even better using the you who’s always tired from work, after providing for us both…?” She murmured, her voice barely above a whisper as she bit her lips.

Shuuichi stayed silent for a few seconds.

Nanami, just as she felt that she was asking for too much, felt Shuuichi returrning her grip, gently tightening around her palm.

“Nanami,” He started, lifting his other hand towards her chin, raising her gaze to meet his.

“My selfish, Nanami,” He said with a smile, causing her to gasp softly as she met his eyes.

“My depraved, perverted, indecent Nanami…” He added with a smirk.

“I’m a very bad actor. So just return the favor by not laughing too hard during Roleplay, alright?”

“Ahh..” She exhaled, feeling as if she just released air that was trapped in her lungs, as tears streamed down her face.

“Are you okay…?” He muttered as he rubbed her tears away.

“O-of course not… Here you are… Doing something like this to me while my husband is away… H-how… HOW DARE YOU…?” She said to Shuuichi while bashfully hiding her voluptuous breast away from his eyes.

“Ohfu~…” Shuuichi gasped, feeling a beat in his heart he hadn’t known before. The beat of excitement.

It was then he took upon the role of the ugly bastard, taking advantage of her.

“H-heh… Y-you… Uh… You are just… A bitch… Heheh… Meant f-for.. My…” Shuuichi stammered awkwardly as he looked away.

Nanami couldn’t help but feel frustrated by his poor acting skills and lack of enthusiasm.

Noticing the frustration etched across her face, Shuuichi greeted his teeth, and almost violently turned her over.

“W-what are—” Nanami muttered as Shuuichi began to thrust into her.

“You actually like this, don’t you, you slut?” He started. Nanami could hear a newfound effort in his voice.

“Haah..” She started to moan unintentionally, her eyes widening in surprise.

“I bet even now, you’re comparing my dick to your husband’s small one. You whore. You actually enjoy cheating on your loving husband, don’t you?” He said with a mocking sneer, thrusting relentlessly into her.

“N-no..!! I-… I don’t… Stop…! I love him… I don’t feel good doing this…!” She muttered as she looked away…

… Feeling content in her lover’s arms.

[MISFORTUNE PREVENTED! Ability GAINED: Morph!]

‘I had… Misjudged you… So… So terribly… S-Shuu-kun… No wonder your wife in that timeline…’ She thought, recalling the vibrancy of their smiles.

‘No wonder… She was so happy, just holding your hand.’

‘But… I know. Deep down, I understand what’s coming. One of these ‘misfortunes’ I’ll face… It’s going to be about you crossing paths with that woman from the red-light district.’

‘But until that moment arrives… Let me savor the comfort of being close to you.’