Haruto said seriously, "Miku, hurry up, or I'll pinch somewhere else."
Miku's eyes were filled with embarrassment.
A big pervert!
But she also knew that Haruto was serious about what he said.
"I-I'm sorry."
With no other option, Miku spoke with a sad tone.
Haruto released her hand and said seriously, "Okay, let's start playing the game!"
"..."
Thick-skinned!
Miku could only glare at him, quietly grabbing her controller, deciding to get revenge in the game.
"You lost."
"Huh?"
Haruto glanced at her.
Could it be that Miku was actually skilled at games?
With this thought, Haruto selected his familiar Chun-Li and got serious.
At the start of the game, Chun-Li immediately moved forward, activating a brutal combo mode, and then...
That was it.
Shortly after, the sound "KO" was heard.
Haruto looked at the fallen game character, lying on the ground without any resistance, and then turned his eyes toward Miku.
'I thought you were a master, but it turns out you're just a loser?'
Miku's face turned red, and she glared at him in embarrassment: "That was an accident, let's go again…"
However, just like many gamblers, they also think they can win back their losses but end up losing everything.
The second round began.
Chun-Li continued with a full-health combo, finishing the match with a Qigong wave.
Miku: "…There's still one more round!"
After a while, her eyes became blank, and she started questioning her life.
She lost all three games, and Haruto's Chun-Li still had more than half of her health. Haruto put down the controller, held back a smile, and asked, "Want to continue?"
"..."
Miku stayed silent for a moment, her cheeks puffing up visibly. She stood up, lifted Haruto, and pushed him out of the room.
"Hey, hey, hey, Miku, you can't just lose..."
Miku gritted her teeth and said, "Leave! I don't want to see you anymore!"
Haruto: "...How about we play something else?"
Miku paused, turned around, sat down on her chair, puffing her cheeks slightly, and said in frustration: "I'm not playing that game anymore, let's find something else."
In competitive games, you only feel satisfied when you're evenly matched or when you completely dominate someone. However, if you're the one being crushed, your mood will turn sour quickly.
But Haruto wasn't playing at his full strength.
Miku decided never to play Street Fighter with him again.
As expected, Haruto's wicked mind was at play.
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More than an hour had passed before they noticed.
Haruto put down the game controller: "It's about time, let's stop here for today."
"Mhm."
Miku responded, raising her hands and pressing her shoulders. Her beautifully arched brows only slightly furrowed.
Sitting for a long time can easily make your shoulders sore, especially for a girl who rarely exercises.
Haruto suggested, "Miku, do you want me to give you a massage?"
Miku tilted her head and looked at him. "Can reckless Kuromori also give massages?"
Under the computer screen's light, the girl's blue eyes reflected the glow. They were truly beautiful.
"What's wrong with knowing how to massage?"
Haruto walked behind Miku, extended his hands, and placed them on her shoulders. "Since you invited me to play games, I'll give you a free massage today."
"Reckless."
"Don't pay attention to that."
"Be gentle."
"Your shoulders are too stiff."
"Rude!"
"Then I won't press!"
"Start making it feel good..."
After a moment, Miku squinted her eyes, her slightly furrowed brows relaxing, "This feels better than Yotsuba's massages..."
Unfortunately, Haruto couldn't massage himself, so he couldn't experience it.
But if he ever had the chance, maybe he would give it a try?
Three minutes later, seeing Miku close her mouth and her breathing becoming irregular, Haruto decisively stopped. "Alright."
If it continued, things might escalate!
Miku lay on the table, her hair falling over her flushed cheeks. She tilted her head, looking at Haruto sitting beside her, with a strange glint in her eyes.
"Kuromori..."
"Hm?"
Miku looked away. "It's nothing."
After a moment, she pursed her lips and whispered softly, "Haruto..."
Haruto raised an eyebrow and turned to look at Miku.
In this country, unless you were very close to someone, you typically called them by their last name.
Except for Sora, who occasionally called him by his first name, only one other person had done so.
This time, Miku didn't avoid Haruto's gaze. Instead, she looked directly into his dark eyes and said hopefully, "Can I call you Haruto?"
What's going on with this Miku?
Haruto carefully observed her expression. After a while, he turned away and said nonchalantly, "You can call me whatever you like. It's your choice."
Miku let out a sigh of relief, a small smile forming on her face.
"Reckless Haruto."
Haruto's face darkened. "Miku, is your butt itching?"
Miku stood up, distanced herself from Haruto, adjusted her skirt, and with a slight smile, said, "You said I could call you whatever I want..."
No wonder Ichika always caused trouble, it turns out this feeling… is quite nice.
Haruto waved with a smile. "Miku, come here."
"I'm not coming over."
Miku glanced angrily at him, turned sideways, raised her hand to fix the hair by her ear, and softly said, "Haruto actually sounds nice."
At that moment, there was a knock on the door.
Haruto stood up and opened the door, finding Nino standing gracefully outside.
Nino glanced into the room, placed a hand on her hip, and said, "Miku, stop hiding in your room playing around."
"And you."
Nino looked at Haruto, glared at him, and turned around. "I made cake, come downstairs."
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After eating the cake, it was already 5 PM.
Haruto set down his phone, looked at the quintuplets who seemed a little tired, and said, "This isn't working."
"Huh?"
The quintuplets looked at him one by one.
Haruto interlocked his fingers and said, "Weekends are meant for rest and relaxation, but we spent two straight days preparing for classes and studying. This isn't going to work."
"Besides, Miku and Ichika can't wake up in the mornings. Without enough rest, your efficiency is going to be very low."
"You're right."
Itsuki's ahoge wiggled slightly on her head as she bit into a biscuit and said vaguely, "Kuromori-kun, do you have any good ideas?"