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

After having Hana send the two girls back through the mirror, Kitahara Makoto opened the System, preparing to draw a prize.

After completing the [Weighted Push-ups], all four daily tasks were finished, and he successfully obtained today’s lottery draw chance.

"Take a gamble, turn a bicycle into a motorcycle."

Kitahara Makoto never had any intention of saving for a ten-pull. After getting the draw chance, he naturally decisively activated the ability roulette.

A moment later.

An ability light cluster quietly dropped.

"Oh, something really dropped?"

Kitahara Makoto sat up in surprise.

[Ability: Berserker’s Rage]

[Category: Active]

[Description: When you use this skill, you can exchange sanity for power by burning sanity points. The more sanity you sacrifice, the stronger you will become]

[Note: Sanity points can slowly recover. Actions that bring physical and mental pleasure can accelerate the recovery rate of sanity points]

"A standard combat skill."

Kitahara Makoto gently raised an eyebrow:

"The method of burning sanity is a bit troublesome... but it’s still satisfying."

What if, what if it comes in handy one day?

In any case, a skill can be unused, but it cannot be nonexistent.

A moment later.

Hana returned quietly.

Kitahara Makoto pondered for a moment, then took out his phone and sent a message to Mai.

"Senpai, I have good news for you."

The message quickly showed as read.

Kitahara Makoto didn’t hesitate, immediately making a video call.

A few seconds later.

The screen flickered slightly, and Mai, with her cool expression and waist-length black hair, appeared on the phone.

"What good news?"

Mai spoke first.

Looking at the beautiful and moving Mai on the video, Kitahara Makoto said softly:

"I miss Senpai."

Mai’s pretty face tightened: "Got it, goodbye."

"Eh, wait—"

Kitahara Makoto quickly stopped her, then spoke about Hana’s newly unlocked ability:

"Mai, if you call Hana’s name a few times in your mind, Hana can descend through a mirror. From now on, whenever you want to visit, you can come over anytime."

Sakurajima Mai crossed her arms over her chest, revealing a delicate and lovely white collarbone. A faint smile appeared on her pretty face, but the disdain in her eyes was unconcealed:

"Are you asking me to come over and watch scumbag-kun make his harem?"

Kitahara Makoto felt a little guilty:

"Even if not for me, then for Nana."

Hearing her daughter’s name, Mai’s pretty face instantly tightened, and the corner of her delicate eyebrow lifted slightly, clearly hitting Mai’s sore spot.

"It’s already been so long, why can’t I see Nana yet?"

Kitahara Makoto exhaled lightly and said seriously:

"I’ve always kept Nana’s matter in my heart. It’s just that her soul is too weak and needs Hana to slowly nourish it bit by bit. But Mai-senpai, don’t worry, you’ll definitely be able to see Nana before summer vacation."

Mai closed her beautiful eyes and exhaled softly:

"Contact me when I can see Nana."

Kitahara Makoto muttered in a low voice:

"Even if Mai says that, doesn’t she still dream of me every now and then?"

"Hmph."

Sakurajima Mai’s pretty face instantly became expressionless, covered in frost.

Having lived together in dreams for ten years, Kitahara Makoto naturally knew what Mai’s expression meant, so he said bluntly:

"I’m sorry, I was wrong, please forgive me."

A true man knows when to yield and when to stand tall. Apologizing to Mai-wife is not embarrassing at all.

"I don’t forgive you."

Mai crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes filled with disdain:

"You’ve said that many times when you were gambling, and you’ve never corrected yourself."

Kitahara Makoto couldn’t help but retort:

"My will in the dream was distorted. In reality, I am irreconcilable with gambling and drugs, okay?"

Sakurajima Mai snorted softly:

"Do you want me to praise you a few times?"

Kitahara Makoto’s eyes lit up:

"Mai, please praise me a bit more."

If Mai really praised him, it wouldn’t be praise, but rather scolding.

But... even being scolded felt good.

Mai saw through his little thoughts at a glance:

"I suddenly don’t want to praise you anymore."

Kitahara Makoto said with a righteous expression: "Mai, one must keep their word." 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"You shut up."

"..."

"Alright, in any case, Mai, summon Hana over first so she can record the coordinates," Kitahara Makoto said softly, "When Nana’s soul awakens, Mai-senpai can come over immediately."

After a pause, Kitahara Makoto continued:

"Also, the world is becoming more and more dangerous now. Mai is alone in Kamakura. If something really happens, I’ll be out of reach. But with Hana there, if Mai-senpai encounters danger, I can appear by Mai-senpai’s side immediately."

Mai’s gaze lowered slightly:

"No need."

Seeing Mai unmoved, Kitahara Makoto raised an eyebrow slightly and said:

"Mai, you wouldn’t want your daughter to wake up and not see her mother, would you?"

Sakurajima Mai: "..."

Regarding her daughter Nana, Mai ultimately chose to accept it silently, but only to let Hana come over, not to let Kitahara Makoto come to play.

"I’m going to the bathroom. Let Hana come over."

Mai ended the video call.

"Phew..."

Kitahara Makoto exhaled lightly.

It was precisely because they had lived together in dreams for ten years that Kitahara Makoto clearly knew how proud Mai was. Trying to get her to join a harem was as difficult as reaching the heavens.

Aside from occasionally meeting in dreams, Mai was completely unwilling to come to Tokyo. It was estimated that they would only be able to meet when her daughter Nana awakened.

"Finally, there’s Anon left..."

Kitahara Makoto had just opened the chat interface and hadn’t even sent a message yet when a new message popped up first.

"Just watched the Captain America 4 trailer, it makes me super want to complain."

"That guy who inherited Captain America, he’s just an ordinary person, yet he can withstand the Hulk. How can he? He doesn’t even seem as strong as Kitahara-kun."

"He’s dark and thin, not good-looking at all."

"When I first saw him, I thought he was a villain, like someone from Homelander."

"Kitahara-kun, have you seen the trailer?"

"..."

Chihaya Anon’s complaints came one after another, leaving Kitahara Makoto no room to interject.

Only after Anon stopped did Kitahara Makoto finally reply:

"I really haven’t seen the trailer. Anon, share it with me."

Chihaya Anon: "Nah, nah, I’ll share it with you."

Soon after, a video link was shared.

Kitahara Makoto glanced at the video’s title, which was "Captain America 4: New World Order."

"I’ll watch it first."

Kitahara Makoto sent a message to Anon, then curiously clicked on the video.

After watching the short two-minute trailer, he finally understood why Anon had to send messages to complain in the middle of the night—because she simply couldn’t hold it in.

How can you, an ordinary person, take a punch from Red Hulk?

Battle power balance or whatever isn’t important at all; it’s just forcefully making it a fifty-fifty fight, right?

The key is that his appearance isn’t righteous at all; he looks super like an evil villain!

Kitahara Makoto: "Finished watching. I’m wide awake now."

Chihaya Anon: "I told you! I was already sleepy and ready to go to bed, but then my friend forwarded the trailer, and after watching it, I was speechless and couldn’t sleep."

Kitahara Makoto: "It seems Anon has a lot of resentment. How about I come over and serve Anon?"

Chihaya Anon: "Tch, come on then."

Kitahara Makoto: "Anon really agreed?"

Chihaya Anon: "Of course. As long as scumbag-kun can appear before me within one minute, I don’t mind serving scumbag-kun."

Unlike other girls, the pink-haired girl Anon was actually quite bold. At this moment, she was also hiding under her blanket, so facing Kitahara Makoto’s advance, she not only didn’t shy away but bravely fought back.

Kitahara Makoto: "You keep your word, no backing out."

Chihaya Anon: "Mmm-hmm~ There’s never been the word ’back out’ in my dictionary."

Kitahara Makoto: "What if Anon backs out?"

Chihaya Anon: "If I back out, then scumbag-kun can directly gag my mouth with a towel and do whatever he wants."

"..."

The pink-haired girl lay on her pillow, her snowy bare feet gently swinging as she happily chatted with Kitahara Makoto, humming softly.

However, after sending the message, Chihaya Anon suddenly felt a little nervous.

"Something feels off... Scumbag-kun wouldn’t actually come running over, would he?"

"Probably not."

"It’s almost eleven o’clock at night now. Even if Kitahara really wanted to come, he definitely wouldn’t make it in a minute."

"..."

Chihaya Anon shook her head. For some reason, she still felt a bit uneasy, so she pursed her lips and sent another message to add:

"Serving is only for today, okay? It’ll be void tomorrow."

The message quickly showed as read.

However, Kitahara Makoto’s reply left Anon a bit confused:

"Anon, look at the mirror on your desk."

Chihaya Anon: "Eh, why look at the mirror?"

Kitahara Makoto: "Don’t ask, I have good news for you."

Chihaya Anon: "So mysterious..."

She complained verbally, but this pink-haired girl’s curiosity had already been piqued. She got up and walked to her desk, looking at herself in the mirror.

Chihaya

Anon: "And then?"

Kitahara Makoto: "Then silently chant Hana’s name in your mind, several times."

"In the middle of the night, silently chanting Hana’s name to a mirror, it feels so strange..."

Chihaya Anon mumbled softly, but she still obediently did as told.

"Hana-chan, Hana-chan, Hana-chan, Hana-chan... Eh, eh, eh?!"

After only a few repetitions, Chihaya Anon gasped, her eyes wide as she frantically retreated.

A small hand reached out from the mirror, followed by a silver-haired, red-eyed Hana.

"How did Hana-chan come out of the mirror?!"

Chihaya Anon’s beautiful eyes widened. Just as she was about to ask for an explanation, she suddenly noticed that the ripples on the mirror hadn’t disappeared. Immediately after, a familiar figure in a shirt emerged from the mirror.

"Ki-Kitahara-kun?!"

"Don’t be so loud, you’ll wake up your aunt and uncle." Kitahara Makoto put a finger to his lips, signaling for quiet, then held his phone up to Anon’s face. "Anon, see for yourself."

"...See what?"

Chihaya Anon’s head was spinning. She curiously looked at the phone, which clearly displayed a countdown function on the clock interface.

Kitahara Makoto smiled:

"I appeared before Anon within one minute."

Chihaya Anon: "..."

Kitahara Makoto put away his phone, his gaze intense:

"So, Anon, quickly keep your promise and serve me tonight."

"..."

Chihaya Anon’s pretty face quickly flushed. She covered her chest with both hands and rapidly retreated two steps, forcing herself to say:

"Who knows if you’re really Kitahara-kun... How can a human come out of a mirror?!"

Kitahara Makoto said unhurriedly:

"A few days ago, Anon and I read an 18+ doujinshi together. The title of the doujinshi was..."

"That’s enough, don’t say it!" Chihaya Anon quickly interrupted, biting her lower lip in embarrassment. "Why did Kitahara-kun come out of the mirror?"

"I was just about to tell Anon, but you sent a message a second before..."

Kitahara Makoto briefly explained Hana’s ability and his purpose of coming to record coordinate nodes.

"I’m done." Kitahara Makoto stepped towards Anon, taking off his shirt as he walked. "Anon, quickly keep your promise."

"No way!"

Chihaya Anon quickly puffed out her cheeks, unable to help but complain:

"You just said it was good news, but where was it good? You clearly just piqued my curiosity and then tricked me into looking in the mirror... A bet won by deception doesn’t count at all!"

"Who said it wasn’t good news?" Kitahara Makoto said unhurriedly, "When summer vacation just started, didn’t Anon say she wanted to travel the world after graduating high school?"

Chihaya Anon was slightly surprised: "Eh, Kitahara-kun still remembers?"

"Of course." Kitahara Makoto raised his phone. "I have all your wishes recorded in my memo."

"Hmph~"

Chihaya Anon let out a soft hum, the corners of her lips curving slightly upward.

Although she really wanted to tsundere-ly deny it, she was indeed very happy that Kitahara Makoto had seriously recorded her casual remark from back then.

Kitahara Makoto said softly:

"You don’t need to wait until high school graduation. We can do it this summer. We’ll spend a few days flying around the world, and of course, we’ll bring Hana along so she can record the coordinates. Then we’ll be able to unlock fast global travel."

"At that time, we can have breakfast in France in the morning, swim in Hawaii in the late morning, watch the aurora in Iceland in the evening, and then go home to sleep at night. We can easily tour the world in one day..."

Hearing the scene Kitahara Makoto described, a strong look of anticipation appeared on Chihaya Anon’s pretty face.

This pink-haired girl was naturally fond of playing, a complete opposite to the home-loving Hitori. Being able to travel quickly around the world would absolutely fulfill Anon’s expectations.

"Anon, do you think this is good news?"

Kitahara Makoto asked.

"Of course it’s good news..."

Chihaya Anon subconsciously nodded.

"It’s good that Anon admits it." Kitahara Makoto smiled. "Since that’s the case, it doesn’t count as deceiving Anon, so Anon wouldn’t go back on her word now, would she?"

"..."

Chihaya Anon parted her lips. All her escape routes were blocked, and there was no chance to go back on her word. She could only say softly, her pretty face flushed:

"What does Kitahara-kun want me to do?"

"Let’s be clear first."

"Mom and Dad are right next door. If it’s too loud, I absolutely won’t agree!"

"Don’t worry, I definitely won’t let Anon be socially dead."

Kitahara Makoto opened his arms, embracing the pink-haired girl who had no retreat. He lowered his head and kissed the girl’s pink, moist lips, then leaned close to Anon’s ear and whispered the service he desired:

"I want to try the ’worst pose’ that Anon said she felt was the worst in the doujinshi we read a few days ago."

"Eh...?"

Chihaya Anon blinked. Her already flushed pretty face rapidly turned explosively red at a visible speed. She quickly shook her head:

"No, no!"

"Choose another one."

"That pose is really too awful..."

It had only been a week since she and Kitahara Makoto hid in the room to read doujinshi. It was both embarrassing and stimulating. Of course, Chihaya Anon couldn’t forget the scene at the time and clearly remembered what she had called the ’worst pose.’

Those were two indescribable numbers...

(No, no, no!)

(It’s still too awful!)

(It was a pure love doujinshi, why would such awful things appear in it?!)

Kitahara Makoto whispered seductively:

"Anon is actually very curious too, right?"

"Not curious at all!"

Chihaya Anon’s pretty face was burning hot. She covered her chest with both hands, her gaze drifting elsewhere.

This was a lie.

Curiosity in that area is an innate biological instinct of humans. As long as one is human, they will definitely be curious.

However, as a girl, she naturally had to be reserved and self-respecting, and would never agree verbally.

But if Kitahara Makoto ’forced’ her, then there was nothing she could do.

She was just a pitiful, weak, and helpless little girl. It was normal to be unable to resist when encountering a boy with great strength, right?

"We still have to go to the fireworks festival tomorrow." Chihaya Anon’s pretty face was crimson, and she still wanted to struggle. "Kitahara-kun, go back quickly, or you won’t have energy."

Kitahara Makoto’s gaze was intense:

"I have plenty of energy, it won’t affect our date tomorrow."

"Even so..." Chihaya Anon continued to struggle, "If I don’t sleep well, I’ll be lethargic all day."

Kitahara Makoto raised an eyebrow:

"Has Anon forgotten her ability to wake up fully refreshed and energized?"

"I’ll share it with you later, I guarantee Anon will wake up super energized."

Chihaya Anon: "..."

Seeing that Anon wasn’t strongly refusing, Kitahara Makoto understood Anon’s little thoughts. He simply reached out and pulled the pink-haired girl into his embrace, lowering his voice:

"In Anon-sama’s dictionary, there are never the words ’going back on one’s word.’"

Knowing that she couldn’t escape tonight, Chihaya Anon’s pretty face almost dripped blood. She said nervously:

"Hana-chan is still in the room..."

Kitahara Makoto simply turned his head and looked at Hana sitting quietly nearby:

"Hana-chan, you go back and watch TV first."

"Okay."

Hana had no interest in gossiping. Hearing that she could go back, she simply slipped into the mirror and left.

Bang.

Kitahara Makoto gently threw Anon onto the bed, his gaze burning:

"Little Anon, I’m coming."

"Pfft~"

Chihaya Anon covered her pretty face with both hands, unable to help but softly spit.

"...Be quiet, don’t wake up Mom and Dad!"

The night passed without a word.

The next day.

Chihaya Anon woke up groggily, feeling as if she were lying beside a winter stove, exceptionally comfortable.

"Anon, are you awake?"

A remarkably familiar and gentle voice sounded in her ear.

"Eh, scumbag-kun?"

Chihaya Anon’s eyelashes trembled. She opened her eyes, her gaze falling upon Kitahara Makoto’s face.

After a brief moment of confusion, the memories of last night quietly surfaced in her mind. The pink-haired girl’s pretty face instantly flushed rapidly at a visible speed.