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After hearing my words, Yung wore a deeply contemplative expression for a moment, then proceeded to sign the contract.

When I asked why she was signing it, she replied, “I-I suppose you at least definitely understand the essence of this coin.”

I nodded at her words, and our contract was thus concluded.

“Shall we stop talking about boring business now?”

“Ugh… y-yes, yes!”

I placed the signed contract into the bag I’d prepared beforehand, then continued with small talk.

“No, I mean. That part all has meaning-!”

“I-If you think that way, then here too…!”

Ms. Miharu had told me that Yung wanted to overcome her fear of men, so I kept the conversation on topics Yung was familiar with.

The familiar topic, of course, was anime.

It was truly fortunate that I had watched an old anime recommended by a senior officer back when I was just a private.

And so, a moment later.

“T-Then, would you like to come into m-my room?”

“Your room?”

“Y-Yes… there are figures there…”

In the middle of our otaku debate, the topic of figures came up, and Yung asked if I wanted to see the figures in her room.

At her words, I hesitated for a moment, wondering if it was really alright, then subtly glanced at Ms. Miharu.

-Nod.

Ms. Miharu nodded, signaling it was fine.

“Alright then, shall we take a little look?”

Honestly, I was curious about the figure Yung mentioned that had the texture of panties.

Anyway, what should I say about Yung’s room once I entered it?

‘Wow… it’s really filthy.’

It was a sight that made the words ‘pigsty’ come to mind naturally.

‘Even when I lived like a shut-in before my transmigration, it wasn’t this bad.’

At the sight, I looked at Ms. Miharu next to me with an expression that seemed to say, ‘Surely, you didn’t get paid and *not* clean this place?’, and she looked back at me as if wronged.

“I-I tried to clean it too, but she said no…”

It seemed this was Yung’s personal sanctuary, a place even Ms. Miharu couldn’t enter.

And sadly, it seemed Yung wasn’t exactly proud of this personal sanctuary of hers.

“I-I usually clean it myself!”

Seeing her face flush so much as she said that, it seemed she didn’t clean it normally either.

While I was looking around the pigsty-like room for a moment, I spotted a familiar screen.

No. To be precise, it was a half-loved, half-hated relationship.

[Sub-Episode: Save the Wounded Room-Dwelling Loner Hikkikomori!]

It was a sub-episode.

‘No, a sub-episode here?’

Why did I have a love-hate relationship with sub-episodes? The reason was very simple.

Because it was the damn system that prevented Takuya’s body from having its first sex.

Of course, it wasn’t entirely useless.

It definitely helped me get laid, that’s for sure. But now I have hypnosis.

A system that makes it so I can only get laid with women by meeting certain conditions, instead of just a ‘click’ with hypnosis?

‘Do I really need to use this?’

So, the moment I saw the sub-episode screen, I tried to press the reject button.

[Reward: You can see the ■■ of coins and certain stocks.]

But as I tried to press the reject button, it quickly displayed this screen.

Upon seeing that screen, I finally smiled.

Right. It’s a mission with such a messed-up condition for sex. There’s no way there wouldn’t be a reward!

The problem was that the exact content wasn’t fully revealed.

‘I don’t know what that ■■ is, but as long as the words ‘coins’ and ‘stocks’ are in there, I probably won’t lose out.’

At least with coins and stocks involved, I wouldn’t lose out.

After a moment of consideration, I eventually pressed the confirm button on the sub-episode that appeared on the screen.

Honestly, I was curious what would happen if I cleared it.

‘Speaking of which, if it says ‘save’, how do I do it?’

Hmm… should I just get laid?

‘No. No matter what, that can’t be it.’

While having such strange thoughts for a moment, I recalled my previous memory of Hanaya.

‘Ah. Now that I think about it. Didn’t a tip window usually appear? It’s not showing up this time.’

Could it be that this time, I had to clear it myself, with my own power?

‘Ah. That’s terrible.’

While I was thinking about how to clear the sub-episode, Yung, desperately trying to hide her flushed face, made her way past the piles of trash toward where the figures were. As I watched her, I briefly set aside my thoughts on how to clear it, and was just wondering how I should enter, when suddenly, an accident occurred.

“Kyaa!”

Yung, who was passing through the piles of trash, seemed to have stepped on something wrong, lost her balance, and fell.

Behind her was a pile of quite hard-looking trash.

Fortunately, Yung quickly grabbed the clothes hanger behind her and managed to prevent herself from falling onto the trash.

But the real problem was something else.

As Yung fell, the clothes she was wearing got caught on the hanger, sliding right up and exposing her upper body.

Was it because her bra was showing?

Even if she had only been wearing a bra, there wouldn’t have been much of a problem. It was just an accident, and only her underwear was visible.

Is that enough of an accident? No. Compared to the sight I was seeing now, that was no accident at all.

‘When I first saw her, I thought she was a shy, reclusive type… but she was quite bold…’

That’s because…

“H-huh?”

On Yung’s exposed upper body, instead of a bra, there were pasties attached…

‘Pasties… I only saw those in manga…’

I couldn’t close my mouth, shocked by a fashion I had never seen before, including before my transmigration and now.

Fortunately or unfortunately, my wide-eyed stare at the scene lasted only a moment.

Ms. Miharu, seeing Yung’s appearance, quickly covered my eyes and said, “T-Takuya! I’ll handle this, so please go outside quickly!”

At her words, I also snapped out of it and hurriedly left the room.

Creak.

Thud.

After the door closed, a moment later, Yung’s crying and Ms. Miharu’s comforting voice could be heard from inside.

Listening to those voices, I couldn’t help but sigh.

“Hmph…”

No, to be precise, it was because of the screen in front of my eyes.

‘Just when I thought things were going smoothly for once.’

[TIP 1. Listening to her story brings you closer to salvation.]

It seemed like just a very lucky day.

***

After that, Ms. Miharu came out about an hour later.

Ms. Miharu carefully closed Yung’s door and came out into the living room.

I offered Ms. Miharu cold water as she came out of the room, then immediately asked about Yung’s condition.

“Yung didn’t suffer from trauma because of me, did she?”

Honestly, it probably wasn’t my fault… but it was still something that could easily traumatize Yung, who was afraid of men, so I asked.

At my words, Ms. Miharu looked surprised for a moment, then chuckled softly and said to me, “Yung is fine. In fact, Yung said she wants to apologize to Takuya and asked you to come into the room.”

“Apologize?”

No. That was just an accident. Why apologize?

And if anything, I got a good view, didn’t I?

As I wore a bewildered expression, Ms. Miharu simply told me to go into the room and said nothing else.

Upon entering the room as Ms. Miharu instructed, only the sound of Yung sniffling, buried under her blanket on the bed, could be heard.

‘Ugh. This is so awkward.’

And I, who had entered the room where only such sounds echoed, stood there awkwardly, exuding an uncomfortable atmosphere.

Honestly, after seeing such a shocking scene, it was impossible not to feel awkward.

I stayed in that awkward feeling for a while, then decided to be confident.

Right. I didn’t do anything wrong (probably)! And I have nothing to be ashamed of! Why should I be nervous?

‘Be confident. If I’m awkward, the other person will be even more awkward.’

And in situations like this, if I was awkward, the other person would only become more so, so it was better to be confident.

Thinking that, I approached the bed where Yung was buried under the blanket and.

-Thump.

I sat down on the bed where Yung was still under the blanket.

This was my way of conveying that I wasn’t awkward with her, even after such a situation.

Fortunately, my appeal seemed to work, and Yung’s sniffling subsided a little.

A moment later, Yung apologized to me.

“H-hugh… I-I’m s-sorry. For showing such an unsightly side of myself…”

“No. It’s fine. It’s not really your fault, Yung. It was just an accident.”

Yung shook her head at my comfort and said, “Y-Yes, I’ve always been like this since before… always only received hatred…”

“Who would hate you for an accident like this?”

This incident was a simple accident. An accident that was no one’s fault.

But to react this way over something like that, honestly, it was a bit strange.

And my疑问 was easily resolved by Yung’s next words.

“A-Actually, I have a lucky pervert constitution…”

Lucky pervert constitution?

The term for the cliché in anime where the male protagonist intentionally buries his face in the heroine’s chest or sees her panties?

I asked why the term “lucky pervert” suddenly came up.

“No. Why that?”

“W-Well…”

At my question, Yung began to tell her past story.