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

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After showering, Kitahara Makoto returned to his room. Anon was still sitting on the chair, playing on her phone.

"Why haven’t you changed your clothes?"

Kitahara Makoto raised an eyebrow and asked.

"I haven’t even showered yet, how can I change?" Chihaya Anon put down her phone, puffed out her cheeks, and said, "Besides, the clothes haven’t been washed. Who knows if they’re clean if I wear them directly? What if I get sick?"

Kitahara Makoto said speechlessly:

"When you try on clothes at a clothing store, why don’t you worry about getting sick?"

"That’s two different things." Chihaya Anon raised her chin. "Clothes at a clothing store can be tried on freely, but once I buy them and bring them home, if I don’t wash them before wearing them, I always feel it’s unhygienic."

She can wear them directly at a clothing store, but not at home. That’s too much of a double standard!

"Go shower quickly." Kitahara Makoto handed over the shopping bag. "After you shower, change into the cosplay costume. You just need to step on my back for a few minutes."

"I won’t wear it."

Chihaya Anon turned her head away.

Kitahara Makoto raised an eyebrow and looked over:

"Really not wearing it?"

Chihaya Anon put her hands on her hips, completely unafraid: "Pervert Kitahara said he wouldn’t force me."

"Of course, I keep my word. I won’t force Anon." Kitahara Makoto said nonchalantly, "But if Anon actively pushes me down, then it’s not my business."

"Pfft~"

Chihaya Anon’s pretty face flushed slightly, and she couldn’t help but let out a light scoff:

"Who would actively push you down?!"

"Anon has entered a dream before, so she should be very clear that when you first enter a dream, you are actually in a subconscious state, and only I can make you wake up." Kitahara Makoto said unhurriedly, "If I don’t let Anon in the dream wake up, what do you think Anon in the dream will do to me?"

Chihaya Anon: "..."

"More importantly, everything in the dream will affect reality." Kitahara Makoto said slowly, "Anon doesn’t want to be unable to get out of bed tomorrow morning, does she?"

"Tsk, the me in the dream wouldn’t push you down."

Chihaya Anon took the shopping bag, snorted lightly, and pushed the door to leave the room:

"But I’ve never worn a succubus costume before, so I’m a little curious what it looks like..."

Chihaya Anon had no idea what her dream self would do.

Although she always complained about Kitahara Makoto being lewd, perverted, and abnormal, Chihaya Anon knew very well that her favorability towards Kitahara Makoto was actually very high.

Millions of years of biological evolution in nature have endowed women’s genes with an innate attraction to strength.

Chihaya Anon was no exception.

Although she was often taken advantage of by Kitahara Makoto, to be honest, she didn’t dislike him at all. Many times, she would even deliberately tease him, making Kitahara Makoto actively take advantage of her.

In this situation, Chihaya Anon had no idea what her subconscious self would do.

To be safe, it was probably better to change into the succubus costume...

Kitahara Makoto stayed in his room and played on his phone for a while, waiting for the moisture on his body to dry, then put on his clothes and walked downstairs.

"Makoto-kun, are you done?"

Takamatsu Tomori was sitting on the sofa, watching cartoons with Hana. Hearing footsteps, she turned her head and looked over:

"The fruits are all washed."

"Thank you for your hard work, Tomori."

Kitahara Makoto walked to Tomori’s side and sat down.

"Mutsumi is taking a shower in the bathroom." Takamatsu Tomori said softly, "After Mutsumi finishes showering, I’ll go."

Kitahara Makoto’s eyes shifted, and he suddenly lowered his voice:

"So, it’s just me and Tomori now?"

"What’s wrong?"

Takamatsu Tomori tilted her head in confusion.

"It’s been a long time since I kissed Tomori." Kitahara Makoto’s gaze was burning, not hiding his intentions at all. "I want to kiss Tomori, I want to hug Tomori."

"Th-that..."

Facing Kitahara Makoto’s direct attack, Takamatsu Tomori’s small face quickly flushed red, and she whispered:

"Hana is still here."

Kitahara Makoto reached out and directly pulled Tomori into his arms:

"It’s okay, Hana isn’t human."

"But..."

Unfortunately, before she could finish speaking, Kitahara Makoto lowered his head and directly sealed the girl’s moist, rosy, beautiful cherry lips.

Who knows how long passed.

A voice with no emotional fluctuation suddenly sounded behind them:

"I’m done showering."

"Mmm—"

Takamatsu Tomori opened her eyes in a panic, and white steam immediately rose from the top of her head.

Caught kissing red-handed, the girl’s shame exploded instantly. She buried herself in Kitahara Makoto’s arms like an ostrich, leaving only embarrassed and hurried breaths.

"Tomori, you can shower now."

Wakaba Mutsumi’s tone was calm, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

"I, I’ll go shower right away..."

Takamatsu Tomori mustered her strength, escaped Kitahara Makoto’s embrace, and ran towards the bathroom with her head down.

When she reached the bathroom door, Tomori suddenly remembered something and quickly stopped, earnestly admonishing:

"Mutsumi, don’t touch that washing machine!"

Wakaba Mutsumi tilted her head slightly: "Why?"

"Because you’ll get stuck in it."

"Eh?"

"Just listen to me, don’t go near that washing machine!"

"..."

Kitahara Makoto ate a grape and didn’t chat with Mutsumi, because he really didn’t know what to talk about, so he simply lowered his head and played on his phone.

"Ryo-senpai, Nijika, and Kita and Hitori, we’re going to the recording studio to record songs in three days. We’ve rented it for half a day straight. Do you want to come along?"

Ijichi Nijika: "I want to go."

Yamada Ryo: "I’m still busy with work..."

Kita: "I’ve never been to a recording studio before."

Gotō Hitori: "If everyone goes, I’ll go..."

Bocchi-chan always chose to go with the flow.

Thud.

A muffled sound suddenly came from behind him.

Kitahara Makoto turned his head and was immediately shocked.

Inside the washing machine, a girl with light green hair was stuck.

"It’s not Mutsumi..." Kitahara Makoto’s mouth twitched slightly. "Who else could it be?!"

Tomori said it very clearly just now, telling you not to go near it, so why did you go to the washing machine?!

Thump thump thump.

Mutsumi, who was stuck in the drum washing machine, began to struggle, but it was useless. Instead, her bathrobe became disheveled.

So white.

Kitahara Makoto’s first impression was how white she was.

The girl’s skin seemed to have been soaked in milk, dazzlingly white under the light.

His second impression was how slender she was.

Her waist was clearly incredibly thin, feeling as if it could be easily folded in half with a little force.

Finally, there was the classic blue and white bowl...

Kitahara Makoto quickly discarded the wild thoughts in his mind, threw down his phone, and walked over:

"Wakaba, don’t move around. This washing machine is very special. Once you’re stuck, you can’t get out. The only way is for you to take off your bathrobe and stuff it in."

"Okay..."

Wakaba Mutsumi knelt on the ground, her waist sinking, one hand propped on the drum washing machine, the other reaching to pull at her bathrobe.

But it was completely useless.

The hem of the bathrobe was pressed down by Wakaba Mutsumi’s knees, and she couldn’t pull it with one hand.

Kitahara Makoto stood by, and seeing that Wakaba Mutsumi neither spoke nor changed her posture, just kept pulling at the bathrobe with one small hand, he was speechless.

It really is Mutsumi, you’re too stubborn!

If you can’t pull it, why don’t you try a different position?

"Don’t move, let me help."

Kitahara Makoto really couldn’t stand it anymore.

He took two steps forward, reached his hands around Wakaba Mutsumi’s waist, and easily wrapped his arms around her, then gently lifted her up.

"Hmm..."

Kitahara Makoto could feel the girl’s waist suddenly tighten, and a trembling low hum came from inside the washing machine.

With a gentle hook of his toe, Kitahara Makoto hooked away the bathrobe that was pressed under her knees, then released Mutsumi:

"Now you can continue taking off your bathrobe."

"..."

Wakaba Mutsumi remained silent, rustling as she took off her bathrobe, finally freeing herself from the washing machine’s confines.

Kitahara Makoto turned his head and looked away, but in a fleeting glance, he still caught sight of an indescribable scene.

"She’ll definitely become friends with Anon... because they’re both from the Flat Chest Planet."

Wakaba Mutsumi raised her hand to cover her chest, kneeling on the ground in a duck-sitting posture.

Although there was a blush on her fair, smooth face, her expression remained unchanged, showing no sign of shame or nervousness.

"The washing machine is so big, why did I get stuck?"

Wakaba Mutsumi looked up at Kitahara Makoto, a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

"That’s a question for quantum mechanics," Kitahara Makoto subtly changed the subject. "Tomori just told you not to go near the washing machine, so why did you come over?"

"Curiosity," Wakaba Mutsumi was quite honest. "I didn’t think anyone could get stuck in a washing machine."

Indeed, girls, like cats, inherently possess strong curiosity.

Kitahara Makoto said speechlessly:

"Are you still curious now?"

"Curious," Wakaba Mutsumi nodded. "I want to know why I got stuck in the washing machine and couldn’t get out, even though there’s nothing there."

"Stop being curious, put on your clothes first," Kitahara Makoto subtly moved his lips. "The bathrobe can only be taken out after it’s washed... Mutsumi, why don’t you wear my shirt first?"

"..."

A moment later.

Looking at Wakaba Mutsumi, who was wearing an oversized white shirt, Kitahara Makoto’s eyes lit up slightly.

Although Mutsumi was almost like an NPC in Earth OL, it had to be said that her beauty was indeed exceptionally high.

There was nothing more to say after that.

Wakaba Mutsumi put on the shirt, walked over, and sat down next to Hana, once again reverting to her quiet, NPC-like appearance, only occasionally raising her hand to stroke Hana’s fluffy animal ears.

A moment later.

The bathroom door opened, and Tomori, with her fair, rosy skin, walked out.

"Makoto-kun, I’m done washing... Eh?"

Takamatsu Tomori’s gaze quickly fell upon Mutsumi:

"Mutsumi, why are you wearing Makoto-kun’s shirt?"

Wakaba Mutsumi said expressionlessly:

"Makoto-kun took off my bathrobe."

Hey, hey, don’t just say things like that!

Although I helped, you mostly took it off yourself, okay?

"Tomori, let me explain—"

Kitahara Makoto quickly raised both hands.

Takamatsu Tomori said softly:

"I trust Makoto-kun."

"..."

She hadn’t even explained yet, and she already chose to trust him; Tomori-chan was indeed super thoughtful.

"It was the washing machine," Kitahara Makoto explained. "After Tomori went to take a bath, Mutsumi was extremely curious and insisted on investigating, and then she got stuck in the washing machine."

"Maybe my hair got caught," a hint of doubt and eagerness to try again appeared in Wakaba Mutsumi’s eyes. "One more try, there’ll definitely be no problem."

"..."

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