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

"That’s just something that circulates online, okay? Besides, they don’t look exactly the same."

Chihaya Anon quickly pulled her nightgown down, her pretty face crimson, and she cried out in shame, "Hurry back to your room!"

Kitahara Makoto was still a little uneasy and suggested, "How about I use Hand of Deprivation to remove the patterns?"

"No need." Chihaya Anon quickly shook her head, her pink hair flying in the air. She just wanted to hurry back to her room. "These patterns don’t hurt or itch. Maybe they’re just ordinary tattoos, and they look pretty good, so there’s no need to worry about them at all."

Kitahara Makoto hesitated, "I still feel like it’s a bit unusual."

"Scumbag-kun, don’t jinx it." Chihaya Anon pouted in embarrassment, extending her hands and pushing Kitahara Makoto out of the bathroom. "Go back, go back. If you don’t go back, Tomori will come looking for you."

"Alright." Kitahara Makoto nodded and didn’t insist. "If Anon feels unwell, remember to tell me."

"Scumbag-kun is so nagging~"

"Hmm?"

"Don’t think you can scare me by putting on a straight face Zayu Zayu"

"..."

The two returned to their respective rooms.

The time was 11:20 PM.

"Makoto-kun, sleeping?" Mutsumi’s eyes sparkled under the light, clearly showing no sign of sleepiness.

"Sleeping." Kitahara Makoto got into bed and lay down, beginning to act as a human sleeping pill.

In a flash, it was midnight.

Mutsumi had already quietly fallen asleep.

Kitahara Makoto gently removed Mutsumi’s arm from his chest, quietly sat up, and then silently walked out of the room and into the hallway.

As he passed the doors of Anon and Tomori’s rooms, Kitahara Makoto paused his steps slightly and looked sideways: "Anon hasn’t sent any messages since she went back to her room, so it’s clear there’s nothing special going on with her body... Maybe they really are just ordinary patterns?"

He withdrew his gaze.

Kitahara Makoto silently walked downstairs and then began to wait quietly.

Time quietly slipped away, minute by minute.

Several minutes passed in a flash, but Soyo’s figure still hadn’t appeared downstairs.

However, Kitahara Makoto was not in a hurry.

Given Soyo’s personality, she wouldn’t come downstairs on time anyway; that would seem too eager and not reserved enough.

He would wait a moment; if Soyo still didn’t appear, then she was truly asleep.

Ten minutes later.

A girl in pajamas with waist-length hair quietly walked downstairs; it was Soyo.

Soyo didn’t turn on the lights; she just held up her phone, scanning the living room with the faint light from its screen. Not seeing Kitahara Makoto’s figure, a look of disappointment appeared on her pretty face: "He’s already gone back?"

The next second.

Kitahara Makoto, who was standing in the shadows of the corner, suddenly struck, ambushing Soyo from behind.

"Ah...!" Soyo was startled and instinctively cried out.

But before the cry could escape, Kitahara Makoto had already quickly reached out and covered Soyo’s mouth from behind.

"Miss Ninja, your infiltration and assassination mission has failed."

"...Idiot!" Hearing Kitahara Makoto’s voice, Soyo immediately relaxed, puffing out her cheeks and turning her head: "You scared me to death just now. Let go of me, I’m going back."

Kitahara Makoto smiled, "What are you doing coming downstairs, Soyo?"

"Going to the bathroom."

"There’s a bathroom upstairs, why did you run downstairs?"

"..."

Soyo’s pretty face was slightly flushed, and she tried her best to maintain her composure: "The bathroom upstairs is a bit small, and I’m not used to it."

"The bathroom says it’s not taking the blame."

"You go away... Mmm..."

Before Soyo could finish speaking, Kitahara Makoto had already lowered his head and directly blocked the girl’s pink, moist lips.

Although it was a long night, he still had to seize the time to tease Soyo, after all, he still had to go on an adventure in the Dream World later.

Several minutes later.

When Soyo was panting and softened, Kitahara Makoto reached out and easily picked her up:

"Let’s go, let’s test the quality of the swing set."

"..."

At the same time.

In the room on the second floor.

Chihaya Anon, who had already fallen asleep, suddenly had the magic pattern on her abdomen flash with pink light like breathing, startling Anon awake from her sleep.

"How strange..."

Chihaya Anon looked around blankly, pressing her right hand on her lower abdomen in confusion:

"My stomach... seems to be hungry?"

It didn’t quite feel like hunger. Chihaya Anon couldn’t accurately describe the feeling at the moment. It was somewhat like a thirsty traveler in the desert suddenly seeing an oasis ahead, and a strange, inexplicable impulse surged through her entire body. So, she quietly lifted the covers and softly got out of bed, walking out of the room.

Chihaya Anon didn’t notice that even though the hallway was dimly lit with no lights on, her eyes could clearly see things.

"The feeling... is getting stronger and stronger..."

Chihaya Anon pursed her lips, one hand covering her lower abdomen, and walked downstairs in confusion.

Because she was barefoot, Anon walked silently.

"Creak~ Creak~"

A strange sound suddenly entered her ears.

"Eh, what’s that sound? Everyone should be asleep by now, right?"

"Why is there a strange noise in the living room?"

"Could it be a thief broke in?"

"Not necessarily a thief, it could also be an evil spirit or something..."

Chihaya Anon involuntarily became nervous. She wanted to turn around and go back to her room, but the magic pattern on her abdomen began to accelerate its breathing and flickering, making Chihaya Anon’s steps stiff, as if her body had lost control.

"My body... is becoming so strange..."

With a nervous and uneasy feeling, Chihaya Anon silently walked to the corner of the staircase, cautiously peered out, and then her eyes suddenly widened.

Good news.

The culprit of the creaking swing set was seen; it was neither a thief nor an evil spirit.

Bad news.

Chihaya Anon suddenly felt her hair turn a bit green...

"H-He’s actually secretly eating behind my back... Too much! This is too much!"

"No wonder when I came over before, Soyo kept inexplicably blushing from time to time. She clearly did something similar on the swing set!"

Grievance quietly welled up in her heart, and under the outburst of jealousy, Chihaya Anon’s cheeks suddenly puffed up.

However, this bit of grievance was not enough to make Chihaya Anon turn dark.

After all, Kitahara Makoto had already openly said he wanted to build a harem a long time ago.

At this moment, besides grievance and jealousy, Chihaya Anon also felt an indescribable tension and excitement.

The most she had done with Kitahara Makoto before was secretly look at adult comics together, so the scene before Anon now was too visually impactful, making her heart involuntarily race and her whole body feel hot.

"Hmm?"

Kitahara Makoto, as if sensing something, turned his head to look towards the staircase.

"..."

Chihaya Anon was startled and quickly hid behind the wall, almost letting out a cry of surprise.

(So dangerous, I almost got discovered...)

(Can’t watch anymore, go back quickly!)

Chihaya Anon wanted to go back, but to her horror, she found her body had lost control.

(...Is it those magic patterns on my abdomen?)

Anon finally found the culprit.

The magic patterns on her abdomen began to flicker and breathe continuously, causing pink hearts to appear in Anon’s eyes.

(I want to join in...)

(Ahhhhhh! How could I possibly join in!)

(For such an important thing, no matter what, I don’t want to do it with others, otherwise I’ll definitely regret it for a lifetime!)

Chihaya Anon bit her lower lip tightly with her pearly teeth, pressing one hand firmly against the wall, finally managing to barely control the urge to go out.

But that was all.

Her feet seemed to have taken root on the staircase, unable to lift, let alone turn around and go back to her room, and even her gaze couldn’t be moved.

"Hoo... Hoo..."

Chihaya Anon’s breathing became more rapid, and the frequency of the magic patterns flickering on her abdomen also accelerated.

Just as the magic pattern erupted, Soyo happened to look up.

Their eyes met.

Chihaya Anon felt a ’buzz’ in her mind, followed by a blackout, and clearly felt her soul transform into a stream of light, directly entering Soyo’s body.

The next second.

An indescribable, never-before-experienced sensation instantly swept through her entire soul.

"Ehhhhhh?!"

Chihaya Anon’s soul involuntarily cried out in surprise.

"Eh... Anon?"

Soyo’s surprised voice suddenly echoed in Anon’s mind.

"Why are you inside my body?"

"It’s... it’s all because... Kitahara-kun... is a jinx..."

Chihaya Anon’s voice was intermittent, and she was on the verge of tears.

Her soul suddenly running into Soyo’s body was too incredible to imagine; there must be a reason.

It must be because of those magic patterns on her abdomen, right?

So... those patterns are really succubus magic patterns?

Jinx!

Scumbag-kun is indeed a jinx!

Soyo’s voice was full of shame:

"Th-That... Anon, can you leave?"

"Wahh... I’m sorry, I... I don’t know how to go back..."

Chihaya Anon also really wanted to go back, but unfortunately, the magic patterns were just a temporary side effect and not under Anon’s control, so she had no idea how to return.

"..."

The souls of the two girls fell silent, helpless, and could only silently endure the torment.

A moment later.

"So... so tired..." Soyo took the initiative to say, "I want to rest for a bit. Anon, can you take over for me?"

"Eh eh eh?!" Chihaya Anon immediately panicked, "That kind of thing definitely won’t work..."

But before she could finish speaking, Chihaya Anon felt her soul take control of Soyo’s body.

The next second.

The succubus’s pink heart quietly emerged in Soyo’s eyes.

A moment later.

"Wow, Anon is amazing, she’s so experienced!"

Soyo exclaimed, extremely surprised.

"D-Don’t praise me... Wahhh..."

Facing the praise, Chihaya Anon could only despairingly wail. She was only theorizing on paper; she wasn’t experienced at all!

No words for the night.

The next day.

Seven o’clock in the morning.

Tomori woke up on time, roused by her biological clock. After getting up, she saw Chihaya Anon had already risen at some point, sitting silently by the bed, one hand covering her lower abdomen, staring blankly with a flushed face.

"Anon?"

Tomori extended her right hand and waved it in front of Anon.

"Ah..."

Chihaya Anon finally came to her senses and quickly said:

"Tomori, you’re awake?"

"Just woke up." Tomori asked curiously, "Why is Anon’s face so red?"

Chihaya Anon quickly raised her hand to touch her cheek, which was indeed astonishingly hot. She coughed twice and said:

"Maybe I just woke up, and my body feels a little uncomfortable."

This was a lie.

The truth was that after Chihaya Anon woke up, she remembered the fantastic experience from last night.

The magic patterns on her abdomen kept flickering, causing her to involuntarily leave the room and secretly watch Kitahara Makoto teasing Soyo. Then her soul inexplicably entered Soyo’s body, and finally, she was even praised by Soyo...

Ahhhhhh! She wouldn’t have the face to see Soyo-san anymore, right!

"Is Anon having a fever?" Tomori looked over worriedly, "I’ll go get the thermometer."

"No need for that much trouble." Chihaya Anon quickly shook her head, pushing the chaotic images out of her mind, and took a deep breath, saying, "It’s probably because I just woke up. If I still feel unwell later, I’ll take my temperature then."

After speaking, she quickly changed the subject:

"Tomori, hurry up and get out of bed. We can almost go back."

"Okay."

Tomori agreed, her gaze falling on Anon, and she quickly noticed a blind spot:

"Anon, why are you wearing Kitahara-kun’s shirt? Where’s your pajamas from last night?"

Chihaya Anon: "..."

Pajamas?

Of course, she couldn’t wear it at all!

"Last night, when I went to the bathroom, I accidentally got my pajamas wet," Chihaya Anon’s eyes drifted. "So I changed into Kitahara-kun’s clothes... That’s it, time to get up."

After a night, her pajamas were naturally dry.

Chihaya Anon’s pretty face flushed crimson as she put her pajamas back on... There was no way she could go out wearing Kitahara Makoto’s shirt and shorts; everyone would definitely be suspicious.

She decided that as soon as she went out, she would immediately ask Hana to take her home to shower and change!

Speaking of which, when it ended last night, she asked Soyo not to tell scumbag-kun the secret. Soyo should help keep it a secret, right?

She finished tidying up.

Chihaya Anon and Tomori opened their door, only to coincidentally run into Sakiko and Soyo coming out of the next room.

"Sakiko, Soyo, good morning."

Tomori greeted softly.

"Good morning, everyone..."

Chihaya Anon tried hard to remain calm, but unfortunately, after making eye contact with Soyo, her pretty face still couldn’t help but quickly turn red.

"Hm?"

Sakiko’s pretty face showed a hint of confusion, but she didn’t ask further, only softly said:

"Good morning, let’s go downstairs together."

"..."

The girls walked downstairs.

Kitahara Makoto was preparing food in the kitchen, while Hana was sitting on the sofa watching TV. A particularly fragrant aroma quickly wafted into the girls’ noses.

"Everyone’s down?" Kitahara Makoto turned to look at the girls coming downstairs. "Go wash your hands and get ready for breakfast. I’ll show you what a Fried Rice Immortal is."

Tomori sniffed her nose, her eyes sparkling:

"It smells so good."

Sakiko’s face showed surprise:

"When did Kitahara-kun become so skilled?"

"..."

Only Soyo and Anon remained silent.

Although they had fought side by side and advanced together last night, by day, they were indeed super embarrassed.

"I won’t be eating," Chihaya Anon was the first to speak, finding an excuse. "My mom always calls me to wake up, so I have to go back early."

As she spoke, Chihaya Anon’s gaze involuntarily drifted towards the swing, and the blush on her face deepened by another three points.

"Why don’t you have a couple of bites before you go back?" Kitahara Makoto tried to persuade her. "I’m a Fried Rice Immortal now. Anon will definitely regret it if she doesn’t eat."

"No!"

Chihaya Anon shook her head decisively.

The egg fried rice did smell very good, but right now, she only wanted to do one thing: go back, shower, and change into her pajamas!

"Alright then," Kitahara Makoto nodded. "Hana-chan, take Anon back."

Hana silently got up and went to the bathroom with Anon.

"Oh, right, how are the after-effects?"

Kitahara Makoto suddenly asked.

Chihaya Anon’s body trembled slightly, her ear tips turning crimson, and she replied without looking back:

"The side effects have disappeared."

"..."

"Finally, no more awkwardness..."

Seeing Anon leave, Soyo quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

When the two of them were face to face, it was naturally super awkward, but as Anon left, she immediately relaxed.

Soyo had originally thought she would be too embarrassed to face anyone, but after waking up and seeing Anon, she realized it wasn’t that embarrassing... Perhaps it was because she had been taken advantage of in front of Mutsumi a while ago?

What happened next goes without saying.

Kitahara Makoto quickly finished cooking and ate with the girls, who then all gave his food full marks.

After breakfast.

Hana successively sent Sakiko and Soyo back, while Mutsumi remained by Kitahara Makoto’s side.

"Mutsumi, let’s go to the supermarket to buy some ingredients," Kitahara Makoto snapped his fingers. "I’m planning to make a lavish meal for lunch."

"Okay."

Mutsumi was diligent and went to the supermarket quietly to help carry things.

After buying the ingredients and returning, Kitahara Makoto took out his phone and sent a group message to the girls about the lavish meal he was preparing for lunch today. After ensuring everyone had received it, he went out, got on his bicycle, and went to the driving school with Hitori to learn how to drive.

Regardless, the message was sent out equally to everyone; whether they came or not was naturally up to their time and willingness.

He returned from the driving school at half past ten.

"Kitahara-sama, what are we eating for lunch today?"

Yamada Ryo had arrived at some point. At this moment, her hands were clasped together, her eyes sparkling, and she brazenly indicated that she wanted to freeload a meal.

"There are quite a few dishes to prepare today. Ryo-senpai will know when we eat lunch later," Kitahara Makoto took a sip of his drink. "Nijika-senpai didn’t come?"

Hearing this, even the usually free-spirited Yamada Ryo couldn’t help but sound a little resentful:

"I’m clearly standing in front of Kitahara, yet Kitahara only thinks about Nijika. As expected, Mama was right... Once a boy gets what he wants, he stops cherishing it, right?"

Kitahara Makoto’s lips twitched slightly:

"I wanted to call Nijika-senpai to help in the kitchen. There are a lot of dishes to prepare today, and I definitely can’t do it alone... Since Nijika isn’t here, then Ryo-senpai can help."

"No," The resentful expression on Ryo’s face instantly vanished. She took half a step back and said righteously, "It was agreed that I’d come to freeload a meal. Can helping still be called freeloading?"

Kitahara Makoto: "..."

"Wait a moment," Yamada Ryo pulled out her phone from her pocket. "I’ll send a message to Nijika."

"..."

A moment later.

Nijika walked out of the bathroom and looked concernedly at Ryo on the sofa:

"Ryo, are you okay? Is there somewhere you don’t feel well?"

"Cough, cough..." Ryo covered her stomach with both hands, leaning weakly on the sofa, her expression frail. "I’m so hungry. If I don’t eat Nijika’s cooking, I’m going to faint right away."

Nijika: "..."