"Where the hell are my learning materials???!!!"
As the outburst escaped unconsciously amidst his emotional breakdown, Alain, driven by his remaining rationality, glanced towards the bathroom. Seeing Misha hadn't come out yet, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Right now, Alain faced the biggest crisis since birth.
He spent over half an hour searching every shortcut on his computer desktop. From the top-left corner of the screen to the bottom-right, he couldn't find the 'learning materials' that had accompanied him through countless nights. Even the usually good-natured Alain couldn't help but look grim.
"No... can't give up!" Shortcuts being gone didn't necessarily mean anything. Alain nodded. He opened [My Computer], checked the E Drive, and navigated with practiced ease to a specific folder.
And then... it was empty.
He despaired. Today... the culprit must pay with a little "blood" as the price. As everyone knows, the mind works quickly in such situations. Alain listed all possible suspects in his head.
First, Misha. If she wanted to do it, she would definitely ask Alain's opinion first. Moreover, she respected his privacy greatly. So, Misha was excluded.
Next... Alain quickly thought of Crazy Mita. In the game, she seemed to have some way of detecting his real-world self. The possibility of her thinking "You can only look at me, not other women" couldn't be ruled out.
Fueled by a revenge buff and an intelligence buff, he quickly clicked an icon in the taskbar.
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The extremely familiar game interface appeared. A top-down view of a house, and a miniature Mita in the center.
It must... have been her. Alain concluded grimly. Deleting his learning materials... no, daring to spy on his real life!
He moved the mouse over Pocket Mita's forehead and turned on an auto-clicker. Instantly, the cursor repeatedly clicked on Pocket Mita's forehead, causing heart icons to pop up one after another.
"..." Even with this, no reaction? Or was Alain wrong? Was she not the culprit?
Unbeknownst to Alain, outside his field of view, a bright red anger vein symbol (#) popped up on Pocket Mita's forehead. She pulled a sledgehammer from under the bed and slammed it violently towards the screen.
Alain only heard the computer desk vibrate and glanced over.
"???" The little person on the screen still stood there smiling, as if nothing had happened.
Retaliation... Alain quickly reached this conclusion. Even after confirming his suspicion that "Pocket Mita is problematic," he had no time to dwell on it. Because regardless, Little Alain needed satisfaction now.
He silently muttered to Pocket Mita, "You just wait."
At this point, he could only use the two at home as spellcasting materials. Glancing towards the bathroom, the sound of running water continued; Misha shouldn't be out so soon. But his dear had been too gentle when he woke up, even making Alain feel an angelic, inviolable sanctity. Using Misha as material... the guilt was overwhelming.
So— "Sorry, Bro." He prayed for Millie's forgiveness. He knew this wasn't right. But who told Bro to be so fragrant?
Unbeknownst to him, at the front door, he completely missed the shadow of devil horns tiptoeing away. The shadow quickly closed the slightly ajar door, as softly as an assassin, arriving behind Alain. She slowly wrapped her arms around Alain's neck from behind, putting him in a chokehold, and shouted娇声, "Forbidden! Using me!! As spellcasting material!!!"
"Aghaghhgh..." Alain struggled to breathe for a moment. Looking back, he saw Millie's little face—she was supposed to have left.
"I thought I knew why you sent me away! Turns out! It was to have a session!"
"Cough cough..." Millie released her arms, her face flushed as she gave Alain a soft karate chop. "A beautiful girl saying 'have a session'... is still a bit..."
"Wow, you actually praised me as a beautiful girl! Bro, if you know how to talk, say more!" She slapped Alain firmly on the back, the upper half of her face clearly clouded with displeasure. Alain felt the retaliatory intent in the force of her palm strike.
"But well. Since you praised me, let me give you a little bonus gift too!" Millie showed a magnanimous side, but Alain's next words nearly made her start coughing too.
"You agree to be my spellcasting mmmph mmmph..."
"That's not it! Aren't we Bros?" The girl covered Alain's mouth. This guy, always saying embarrassing things. "Because we're Bros, that's why you can't use me as spellcasting material. But—" Her tone shifted as she released Alain, "—precisely because we're Bros, I have to give you—this!"
Millie took off one glove, snatched Alain's mouse, opened a browser, and expertly typed in a URL. From it emerged quite risqué scenes, amidst an ocean of advertisements.
"Th-This is?!" Alain was shocked.
"That's right! Exactly what you think!" Alain's Bro nodded proudly. "Consider it compensation for praising me as a beautiful girl. Besides, as brothers, shouldn't we share websites?!" She pulled up a chair beside Alain, her righteous words leaving him speechless.
"Indeed... my oversight. Never expected Bro to be so lewd too..."
"A-da!" Millie kicked him lightly.
"Alright, stop wasting time. Let's get started!" The girl looked at Alain, her eyes sparkling.
He nodded solemnly, preparing to accept Bro's gift. Yet his hesitant hand still hadn't undone the zipper. Glancing sideways, Millie's gaze was fixed unwaveringly on... his pants, concealing Little Alain. What is she doing staying beside me? Makes it a bit hard to proceed.
"" Alain slightly opened a corner of his zipper. The starlight in the girl's eyes intensified, rivaling daylight. And her face flushed crimson too, her breathing slightly quickening, seeming very excited.
At this moment, a certain thought arose in Alain: Could it be... I've imperceptibly become Millie's spellcasting material?
"...Are you sitting here because you want to help me?"
"Help?" The girl's eyes glazed over slightly, then saw his gaze fall on her gloves. She instantly understood what Alain meant. "Bro, what are you talking about?! I-I... I was just a little curious, about a player's daily life..." She fidgeted with her fingers, then urged, "Always thinking lewd thoughts about me... Bro, so weird!" Millie glanced back towards Misha's bathroom. "By the way, aren't you starting yet? Hurry up, Bestie will be out soon!"
"...Indeed." Alain thought, forget it. Although the website she gifted was a tempting spellcasting material, it wasn't as stimulating as having a girl watch him handle things right beside him. If she could lend a hand, that would be even better.
However, Alain's hand, ready to draw the curtain, paused.
"...?" He recalled something Millie had just said. His consciousness snapped back instantly, his brain regaining control.
[By the way, aren't you starting yet? Hurry up, Bestie will be out soon!]
That was the line. Thinking of this, his entire body stiffened like wood.
Misha, how long has she been in the bathroom? Why isn't she out yet?
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