Anime Crossover: Starting By Bullying Bocchi-chan in my Second Life

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"Realistic..."

"It’s truly too realistic."

Looking at Nagasaki Soyo, whose face was flushed and body was tense, Kitahara Makoto couldn’t help but lament that the Dream Demon’s ability was quite powerful.

The temperature, scent, touch, and the flush on the girl’s face, as well as her expression, which was clearly panicked but trying to feign composure, were all incredibly real, making it impossible to distinguish between reality and dream.

"Quick, quickly let go of my foot!" Nagasaki Soyo’s eyes were tense, and her tone was shameful, "Don’t smell it anymore!"

Kitahara Makoto casually said: "Don’t worry, there’s no foot odor."

Nagasaki Soyo gritted her silver teeth: "My feet don’t smell in the first place!"

Kitahara Makoto waved his hand: "Let’s not discuss the issue of athlete’s foot for now..."

Nagasaki Soyo immediately puffed out her cheeks: "I don’t have athlete’s foot or anything like that!"

"Tsk~"

Kitahara Makoto raised an eyebrow slightly and extended a finger to lightly tickle Nagasaki Soyo’s sole.

"Ugh—!!!"

Nagasaki Soyo’s eyes suddenly widened, as if an untouchable switch on her body had been triggered. Her body suddenly tensed and trembled, and then her whole body began to gasp:

"No, don’t... don’t touch there..."

Kitahara Makoto smiled: "It seems I’ve found Soyo-kun’s weakness."

"I, I’m sorry..."

Nagasaki Soyo’s eyes welled up with tears, and she finally chose to surrender.

"We’ll talk about apologies later." Kitahara Makoto didn’t know how long the dream would last, but it definitely wouldn’t end in a short time, "Why did you say I committed a heinous crime just now?"

Nagasaki Soyo took a breath: "You know it yourself..."

"Hmm?"

Kitahara Makoto glared, grabbed the Tsundere Young Miss’s stocking, and applied a little force to his hand.

Rip!

The black stocking was of good quality, but in front of Kitahara Makoto, it was nothing. It was easily torn open.

"So this is what it feels like to tear open a girl’s stocking... I have to say, it’s really satisfying."

"You, what are you going to do?!"

Nagasaki Soyo’s body trembled, and she frantically tried to pull her foot back, but unfortunately, she couldn’t break free.

"Don’t move." Kitahara Makoto said with a straight face, "Otherwise, I’ll tickle your sole for three minutes straight!"

Nagasaki Soyo’s eyes immediately showed a hint of terror: "...No! Three minutes will definitely break me!"

As the stocking was torn, the girl’s delicate toes immediately curled up nervously. They were painted with cute pink nail polish, small enough to be held in one hand, exquisite and adorable, and her mouth... I mean, one hand could easily hold them.

"If you don’t want me to tickle your sole, then honestly answer the question from just now."

Kitahara Makoto asked while admiring the girl’s bare feet.

What?

Playing with someone else’s legs is disgusting?

This is the Dream World, so being a little perverted is normal, right!

"You..." Nagasaki Soyo bit her pink, moist lips, her body trembling slightly, her pretty face almost dripping blood, stammering, "Because... because you clearly read the message, but you didn’t reply to me for two hours."

Kitahara Makoto was stunned: "Just because of that?"

"Otherwise?" Nagasaki Soyo retorted, gritting her silver teeth, "If you don’t want to reply to a message, just leave it unread. Isn’t it too much to read a message and not reply?"

Alright.

It sounded a bit excessive, but it wasn’t enough to be thinking about it even in a dream, was it?

You girls are even more petty than the eye of a needle!

"And I invited you to buy gaming supplies..." Nagasaki Soyo’s voice was aggrieved, and she continued, "It was my first time inviting a boy, but you rejected me twice in a row. Don’t I have any dignity?"

Kitahara Makoto: "..."

Vengeful, petty, gentle on the surface, and Tsundere on the inside—such girls are indeed terrifying.

He must keep his distance in the future. If it were an ordinary boy, he would definitely be played like a fiddle.

"I know why you’re angry." Kitahara Makoto stood up, and with a grip in the air, a rope appeared out of nowhere. This was the Dream Demon’s dream-creation ability, "Now it’s time to talk about how to punish you."

"Eh?" Nagasaki Soyo recoiled, "Why should I be punished?"

Kitahara Makoto said seriously:

"Reading a message and not replying, or rejecting you twice in a row, are all normal behaviors and do not violate any laws. But you just stepped on me, which already involves campus bullying and personal insult... Bad women must be punished."

Nagasaki Soyo nervously clutched her skirt: "You, what are you going to do?"

Kitahara Makoto: "Tie you to a tree and hang you up to whip you."

"..."

As an ordinary person whose moral standards were barely passable, Kitahara Makoto temporarily couldn’t do anything too outrageous. It was like an ordinary person suddenly gaining Homelander’s abilities; it would take at least a few days to adapt before possibly evolving into an ancestral Homelander.

Kitahara Makoto saying he would tie up the Tsundere Young Miss was entirely due to a mischievous whim, suddenly recalling the famous binding scene of his King Saber from his previous life and wanting to replicate the scene.

He said he would tie her up, and he did.

Nagasaki Soyo was just an ordinary Tsundere Young Miss. In the Dream World, she was no match for the Dream Demon. Kitahara Makoto easily tied her up.

"You, don’t go too far!"

Nagasaki Soyo’s pretty face flushed, her eyes filled with shame and anger.

Slap!

Kitahara Makoto’s right hand suddenly fell. The moment his palm made contact with the girl’s upturned part, the air was rapidly compressed, producing a loud and crisp slapping sound.

Still, the same thing.

This was the Dream World, and he hadn’t transformed into Homelander. Going in and out seven times, and then in and out again, with the Tsundere Young Miss in front of him, was already considered to have pretty good moral standards.

If he didn’t dare to be a little rough even in a dream, what kind of man was he!

"It, it hurts so much..."

Nagasaki Soyo’s body trembled, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Don’t move," Kitahara Makoto scolded with a stern face, "otherwise it won’t be as simple as just spanking your bottom."

"..."

Nagasaki Soyo bit her lower lip, feeling wronged, and finally quieted down.

When under someone else’s roof, one has to bow their head.

Tied to a tree by a boy in a shameful position, and even having her bottom spanked, if there were to be an even more excessive punishment... would she get pregnant?!

Looking at the Tsundere Young Miss, who was now obedient and no longer struggling, Kitahara Makoto nodded in satisfaction. The replication of Saber’s famous scene was successful, which made him feel joyful.

Next, Kitahara Makoto planned to try using other abilities of the Dream Demon, preferably to discover what the side effects were...

"Hmm?"

Kitahara Makoto’s brows suddenly furrowed, and he looked up at the sky, a strange realization flooding his mind.

"This feeling... someone else dreamed of me again?"

Kitahara Makoto was quite surprised.

He had thought the Dream Demon ability would never be used in his lifetime, but unexpectedly, in just one night, two people had dreamed of him.

"Who could it be?"

Kitahara Makoto was curious. A profound understanding once again arose in his mind: two people dreaming of him at the same time. As a Dream Demon, he could directly merge the two dreams without needing to run around.

"Then I’ll try merging the dreams..."

Kitahara Makoto silently activated his Dream Demon power, sensing in the ethereal realm that two dreams, like soap bubbles, began to touch and merge. The scenery before his eyes began to change rapidly and silently.

Before long, the dream merger was successful.

Kitahara Makoto looked around and found that the surrounding environment had changed into the school’s back garden. In the middle of the back garden, an onsen bath appeared, and next to it stood a blue-haired girl wrapped in a white bath towel, her expression bewildered...

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