When Satoru leaned against her ear and spoke, the warm breath swept across her skin, making her already dizzy head even more foggy. His words felt like divine decrees, something hard to endure.
- Mirai, hold on!
Miyano Mirai can only silently cheer herself on in her heart.
"Alright."
Satoru felt it was about time and gently pulled back her skirt, taking it step by step.
Doing excessive would result in backlash and resistance. Although he believed that his charm combined with [Persuasive Argument] would hardly lead to such a situation, he couldn't be arrogant.
The anger from learning about the simulated results gradually dissipated as he heard her pitiful and adorable voice and saw her expression.
"Mirai-chan, you're amazing, so adorable~"
He didn't hesitate to praise her.
Mirai quickly struggled to get off him and crossed her legs, gently rubbing them together.
"I'll go to the restroom."
She hurriedly left the room with small, quick steps.
Satoru looked astonished, is it really so? Am I some kind of catalyst? Miura Saya and Miyano Mirai, both of them... Could there be another explanation for the "drives people crazy" mentioned in his "Flawlessness" talent?
Like turning girls to nymphomaniac or something? If he thought about it carefully, possessing a unique and maddening allure, this allure must surely affect both the mind and the body, right?
Satoru pondered.
However, he didn't know if his actions were right or wrong. After getting closer in such an intimate way, changes were bound to happen. The strategic progress of his carefully maintained crystal palace harem was now being updated.
"I'm back." said Miyuki quickly as she returned, her cheeks still flushed.
She took small steps and sat down next to him, picking up a spoon to stir her coffee. She took a cautious sip and let out a sigh of relief.
"Afterwards, Miura-san will probably approach you and try to integrate you into her circle. I hope Mirai can cooperate." Satoru picked up a fork and fed her a strawberry from the cake. "And this was the price I paid during lunch time."
Mirai's eyes widened as she savored the strawberry, slowly chewing on it.
Sweet... so sweet!
But Miura-san is so attractive, with a hot figure and delicate features. They actually make a good match. What about herself? Why would she deserve such attention?
"Yagami-kun." Mirai said, swallowing the sweet strawberry and looking up at him.
Although she couldn't help but close her legs and remember the tissues she had used earlier in the restroom when she saw his smiling lips, Mirai clenched her fists, mustered her courage, and looked at him intently.
Satoru tasted the cake and found it decent. No wonder her voice was nice.
The taste of desserts in a café determined its upper limit. Whether it was popular or not depended on the desserts. After all, the judgment of good or bad coffee was very subjective, but anyone could evaluate whether a dessert was delicious with a similar preference.
"Why... why are you being so good to me?" Mirai Miyano held her breath, fearing that the heat would rush into her body and she would lose control of her shyness. She clenched her teeth and, with both hands gripping her thighs, summoned the courage to stare intently at him.
Satoru was somewhat surprised. She did have a bit of inferiority complex, didn't she?
But it made sense. If it weren't for his extensive knowledge of novels and anime, and his discerning eye for beauty, a girl like her, with her thick bangs and glasses, always keeping her head down, wouldn't be praised as beautiful by anyone.
And considering her terrible academic and living conditions, coming all the way alone to study with no friends and no one to talk to in class... in such an environment...
"Hah, that's an interesting question. But I suggest Mirai to find the answer youself~" Satoru realized her mindset could be exploited.
He had always been a playboy who cherished beautiful girls. That's why he had previously reached out to help her. But Mirai was really dangerous. Otherwise, Satoru wouldn't mind genuinely helping her, oreven to put it more dramatically - "rescuing".