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

"Senpai, don’t cry first." Kitahara Makoto strode in front of Nijika and said seriously, "What happened to Seika-nee?"

"Sis, sister... collapsed in the bathroom..."

Nijika sniffled, her eyes misty, and her usually energetic side ponytail drooped. She bit her lower lip tightly and said:

"It’s all my fault... If I hadn’t wished for Seika-nee to rest well, Seika-nee wouldn’t have fallen in the bathroom."

Kitahara Makoto suddenly understood.

No wonder Nijika was so self-reproaching; she had blamed herself for everything.

However... there really seemed to be such a possibility.

The bathroom floor was slippery, and accidents were common, but the probability of falling unconscious directly was very low. It was likely due to the secret manipulation of the Wish Note.

Since she was already unconscious, there was no other option but ’bed rest.’ So, had the wish been fulfilled or not?

"Nijika-senpai, don’t panic, I’m here." Kitahara Makoto’s voice was steady. He opened his arms and forcefully embraced the tearful Nijika. "Even if Seika-nee becomes a vegetable, I can bring Seika-nee back to full health."

Thump.

Nijika sniffled and couldn’t help but gently bump Kitahara Makoto with her forehead:

"Don’t... don’t jinx it..."

"Yes, yes." Kitahara Makoto lowered his head, carefully comforting Nijika. "Seika-nee is still in the bathroom, right? How about we carry Seika-nee out first?"

"Y-yes, that’s right." Nijika quickly wiped her eyes. "Seika-nee is still on the floor, Kitahara-kun, hurry and come in."

"..."

Kitahara Makoto followed her into the bathroom and immediately saw Seika lying on the floor, her eyes tightly closed, her face pale, deeply unconscious. Fortunately, her chest was still rising and falling, and two white bath towels covered her to prevent exposure.

"I tried for a long time just now, but I couldn’t lift Seika-nee..." Nijika bit her lower lip, still very self-reproaching. "Please, Kitahara-kun, carry Seika-nee up and then take her to her room."

As everyone knows.

When a person is unconscious, they feel much heavier to lift than when they are awake. Although Seika-nee is a flat-chested person, her height is there, and her weight is not light.

Among the four girls of Kessoku Band, Nijika was the shortest, only one meter fifty-four. Being short, she naturally lacked strength, so it was normal for her not to be able to lift the unconscious Seika-nee.

"Leave it to me."

Kitahara Makoto nodded slightly, took two steps forward, and effortlessly picked up Seika. His gaze swept through the bathroom and quickly spotted a bar of soap in the corner. He mused and analyzed:

"Seika-nee probably accidentally stepped on the soap while bathing and then hit her head when she fell."

Nijika bit her lower lip tightly and carefully examined Seika’s head, quickly becoming teary-eyed again:

"Seika-nee has a big lump on her head..."

"Nijika-senpai, don’t cry." Kitahara Makoto said softly, "The situation might not be as serious as you imagine."

Nijika sniffled, and while wiping Seika’s hair with a towel, she said:

"Seika-nee’s hair is still very wet. Should we leave the bathroom first and dry Seika-nee’s hair with a hairdryer?"

"Okay."

Kitahara Makoto carried the unconscious Seika out of the bathroom, while Nijika quickly took out a hairdryer and helped dry her hair.

A moment later.

"That’s enough, let’s take Seika-nee to her bedroom..."

Nijika was about to lead the way when she suddenly heard her phone ring.

"It’s Seika-nee’s phone." Nijika picked it up and saw, quickly furrowing her brows. "It’s the supplier’s call... I remember Seika-nee said this afternoon that the supplier would come to restock tonight, so it must be now."

Kitahara Makoto said softly:

"Should I go down and open the door?"

"No." Nijika quickly shook her head. "The supplier doesn’t know Kitahara-kun, and they also need to check the goods against the list... I’ll go down. Seika-nee is in Kitahara-kun’s care."

Kitahara Makoto assured her:

"Nijika-senpai, don’t worry, leave Seika-nee to me. Before I fall, absolutely no one will touch a single hair on Seika-nee."

"Please, Kitahara-kun..."

Nijika took a deep breath; she was no longer in the mood to complain. She took the list and hurried out to restock.

Kitahara Makoto, meanwhile, carried the unconscious Seika towards the room.

"Good, the door isn’t locked."

Kitahara Makoto gripped the doorknob, gave a gentle twist, and opened Seika’s room, then carried Seika into the room.

Without all the messy things Yamada Ryo bought, the room looked much tidier.

Kitahara Makoto walked to the side of the door and gently laid Seika down.

He didn’t have the ability to heal people, so he still needed Hana to bring the cup over.

Just as he turned around, he heard a muffled groan from behind him.

"Seika-nee, you’re awake?"

Kitahara Makoto turned to look and saw Seika’s eyelashes fluttering, and she groggily opened her eyes.

"You... why are you in my room...?"

Seika struggled to sit up and quickly realized she only had one bath towel on:

"Eh, where are my clothes?"

Kitahara Makoto said upon hearing this:

"Of course, Seika-nee took them off when she was bathing."

"What are you saying...?"

As consciousness returned, various pains rapidly assailed her. Seika furrowed her brows, feeling her head buzzing as if from an overnight hangover. She truly couldn’t remember what had happened, only feeling pain all over her body; not only her head hurt, but her butt hurt even more...

"Wait, my butt hurts?!"

Seika’s eyes suddenly widened, and her body instantly stiffened.

Although she had never had a boyfriend, she had certainly seen various jokes. Waking up with severe butt pain... could it be that her thirty years of chastity had been taken away just like that?!

As for the person who took her chastity... besides the scoundrel standing in front of her, who else could it be?!

A boy suddenly appearing in her room in the middle of the night, no matter how she thought about it, it wasn’t proper.

Even if he was Nijika’s boyfriend, with Nijika’s personality, she would never secretly let a boy stay overnight.

Eliminate all impossibilities, and whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth...

This brat snuck over in the middle of the night to meet Nijika, but by some twist of fate, he secretly messed with her instead?

"Bastard!"

Seika was so angry she lost her mind, grabbing the bath towel she was wearing and throwing it at Kitahara Makoto.

Unfortunately, the bath towel was light and harmless, and it only ended up exposing her.

"Tsk~"

Kitahara Makoto sighed inwardly.

As expected of sisters, the flat-chested genes were identical.

Of course, Nijika had now caught up and successfully surpassed Seika-nee.

"H-how could you do such a thing to me... How can you face Nijika?!"

Seika’s voice trembled.

Hey, hey, how is this about not facing Nijika?

I painstakingly carried you to the room, all the while behaving properly and not looking around. What exactly are you angry about?!

Kitahara Makoto helplessly caught the bath towel:

"Seika-nee, you must have misunderstood..."

"Misunderstand my foot!"

Seika gnashed her teeth.

My butt hurts so much it feels like it’s splitting open. Who else could it be but you, kid?

It couldn’t possibly be Nijika who hurt me, could it?!

"Achoo——"

Nijika, who was anxiously checking goods downstairs, suddenly felt an itch in her nose and involuntarily sneezed.

If she were nearby at this moment, she would definitely say:

"I’m sorry, Seika-nee, it really is my fault..."

"I’ve already turned a blind eye and tacitly allowed you to date Nijika, yet you’re still not satisfied and secretly violated me." Seika gritted her teeth, both angry and wronged. "...This isn’t over. Even if you threaten me with Nijika, I won’t just swallow my anger!"

Don’t slander my name; I didn’t secretly violate you, okay?!

Although I’m a harem scumbag, I never do anything against a girl’s wishes!

Speaking of which, you talk so strongly... if I really threatened you with Nijika, you’d most likely swallow your anger and tears, wouldn’t you?

Kitahara Makoto sighed helplessly, about to explain properly, when he suddenly heard Seika’s voice tremble:

"W-wait a minute... Why can’t I move my legs?"

"Hmm?"

Kitahara Makoto paused slightly, his expression immediately becoming subtle.

Good heavens, after waking up, she lost sensation in half her body?

The wish for bed rest was truly terrifying.

"W-what exactly did you do to me?!"

Seika looked over incredulously, visibly panicking.

The butt pain was unbearable enough, but now her legs couldn’t move... What kind of terrible torment had she endured for her legs to lose sensation?!

Compared to guarding thirty years of chastity, losing sensation in her legs was undoubtedly more terrifying.

"Seika-nee, listen to my explanation."

Kitahara Makoto exhaled lightly, walked to the bedside, and draped the bath towel over Seika.

"You actually dare to come closer..."

Seika gnashed her teeth, wanting to hit him.

"Don’t move!"

Kitahara Makoto extended his right hand, pressed it on top of Seika’s head, and then said in a deep voice:

"First, let me finish. Seika-nee, you accidentally fell while bathing just now, and you hit your head during the fall."

"You were lying in the bathroom just now, and Nijika-senpai couldn’t carry you alone, which is why she called me to help."

"I just carried you to the room, and you woke up... That’s the truth."

Seika bit her lower lip, clearly not believing him:

"If I remember correctly, your home is very far, right? How could you just come over like that?"

Kitahara Makoto said righteously:

"Seika-nee, don’t forget, I’m a special ability user. It’s normal for me to teleport, isn’t it?"

"It’s not normal at all!" Seika was half-skeptical. "You said Nijika called you over, where is Nijika?"

"Just now, a supplier called, and Nijika-senpai went downstairs to restock." Kitahara Makoto said, taking out his phone and directly dialing Nijika’s number. "Here, confirm the situation with Nijika-senpai yourself."

"..."

Seeing Kitahara Makoto so calm, Seika couldn’t help but believe most of it, but she still wanted to confirm again.

"Hello, Nijika..."

"Seika-nee, you’re awake?!"

Nijika’s surprised voice immediately came from the phone.

"I just woke up, my head hurts so much, and I feel like I’ve forgotten a lot of things... Why is Kitahara Makoto at my house?"

"My sister fell when she was taking a bath..."

The truth was revealed.

Seika finally confirmed that the pain in her buttocks had nothing to do with Kitahara Makoto, and her virginity, which she had treasured for thirty years, had not been taken away.

"I’m sorry, I misunderstood you..."

Seika lowered her head in shame and apologized.

To actually misunderstand a high school student as being interested in an aunt like herself, how embarrassing, truly too embarrassing!

Kitahara Makoto sighed and said:

"It’s good that Seika-nee is fine. After all, the bond between Seika-nee and I isn’t strong enough, so it’s normal to be suspected."

Seika: "..."

"My legs still have no feeling at all." A worried expression appeared on Seika’s pretty face, "Will I never be able to stand up again?"

"Seika-nee, don’t panic, I’m here." Kitahara Makoto’s voice was steady, "I’ll have Hana send over the all-purpose miracle medicine. I guarantee you’ll be able to stand up again very soon."

"Eh... What is that?"

"Seika-nee will know soon."

Kitahara Makoto glanced around, looked at the full-length mirror not far away, walked up to the mirror, and summoned Hana in his mind.

Nijika was still out restocking, so he certainly couldn’t be idle either. It was a shame he had to get the Moon-Star Chalice first and put it on the balcony to charge.

Not long after, a silver-haired, red-eyed Hana emerged from the mirror.

"Eh eh eh?!"

Seika’s eyes widened in disbelief.

"Hana came out of the mirror!"

"Calm down." Kitahara Makoto casually said, "I also just came out of the mirror. If Seika-nee is interested, once your legs are better, I’ll take you to experience it."

Seika: "..."

"Hana, go get my backpack."

Kitahara Makoto instructed.

Hana quickly obeyed.

A moment later.

Hana emerged from the mirror, holding the backpack.

Kitahara Makoto opened the backpack, took out the Moon-Star Chalice, and placed it under the moonlight. One could see strands of moonlight falling into the Moon-Star Chalice, looking quite magical.

"This is the all-purpose miracle medicine I was talking about..."

Kitahara Makoto placed the Moon-Star Chalice on the balcony, then briefly explained the effects of the [Moon-Star Chalice].

While "all-purpose miracle medicine" might be an exaggeration, it would definitely solve Seika’s symptoms.

Seeing the magical nature of the Moon-Star Chalice with her own eyes, Seika finally relaxed.

After that, neither of them spoke, and the room quickly fell silent.

However, not long after, Seika’s face suddenly showed a fidgety expression, and as time passed, the fidgeting quickly turned into embarrassment and anxiety:

"...Why isn’t Nijika back yet?"

"She’s probably still busy." Kitahara Makoto looked up, "Seika-nee, is something wrong?"

Seika turned her pretty face away, biting her lower lip and enduring bitterly:

"I’m fine."

You say nothing is wrong, but every micro-expression on your face says something is wrong!

Since Seika refused to say, Kitahara Makoto naturally wouldn’t press, continuing to play on his phone.

After a while longer, Seika finally couldn’t hold on anymore, enduring the shame and whispering:

"Kitahara-kun... come here for a moment."

Kitahara Makoto put away his phone, got up, and walked in front of Seika:

"Seika-nee, are you feeling unwell?"

"Cough cough..." Seika lightly coughed twice, turned her pretty face away and said, "I do feel a bit unwell... Can you take me to the bathroom?"

Kitahara Makoto’s mouth twitched slightly. He finally understood why Seika had been so restless just now:

"How about I send a message and ask Nijika-senpai to come back?"

Seika’s tone was particularly resentful:

"I’ve already sent messages, and several of them... Nijika is clearly busy and has no time to look at her phone."

If there were any other options, she would never ask Kitahara Makoto for help.

But there really was no other way.

She couldn’t hold it.

If she held it any longer, her bladder exploding was nothing, but if she leaked in front of Kitahara Makoto... she would just have to commit suicide by jumping off a building!

"Understood." Kitahara Makoto stopped talking nonsense, simply reached out, scooped Seika up, and strode out, "I’ll take Seika-nee to the bathroom right away."

With such a distressed expression, even if he contacted Nijika, she probably wouldn’t be able to wait for Nijika to return.

"Mm..."

Seika couldn’t help but let out a soft hum, covering her chest in shame:

"You, you be steady."

"Seika-nee, rest assured." Kitahara Makoto’s tone was confident, "I’m super steady."

"..."

A moment later.

Seika finally confirmed that Kitahara Makoto wasn’t bragging; he was indeed super steady. When he carried her, he walked so smoothly that there wasn’t the slightest bump, and his expression was relaxed, showing no sign of strain.

"I didn’t realize this kid had such great strength..."

Seika quietly complained in her heart, but when she thought of her current awkward posture, the temperature on her face couldn’t help but quickly rise.

At this moment, she was only wearing a bath towel, with no underwear at all. Being held in a high school boy’s arms in a vacuum state, and even having to walk out of the room and through the hallway...

...Terrible!

No matter how she thought about it, it was too terrible!

Unfortunately, the bladder crisis was even more dangerous. No matter how terrible it was, she could only grit her teeth and endure.

Fortunately, not long after, Kitahara Makoto reached the bathroom door. He easily supported Seika-nee with one hand, pushed the door open with the other, walked inside, and finally thoughtfully lifted the bathroom seat.

"Seika-nee, sit still."

Kitahara Makoto said, about to put her down.

"Wait, wait a moment." Seika quickly called out, embarrassed, "The seat, put the seat down first!"

"I forgot."

Kitahara Makoto pressed down with his hand, pulling the seat down.

Actually, given Seika-nee’s size, even without the seat, she probably wouldn’t fall into the bathroom...

"You, you get out quickly!"

After sitting on the bathroom, Seika didn’t have time to sigh in relief, still biting her teeth and enduring bitterly.

Kitahara Makoto turned and walked out:

"Seika-nee, call me when you’re done."

"...And cover your ears!"

Hey, hey, you’re already thirty years old, you can’t be that shy, can you!

"..."

After a good while, the sounds from the bathroom finally disappeared.

Kitahara Makoto put down his phone and said:

"Seika-nee, do you want me to carry you out?"

"...No need!"

Seika’s voice was annoyed with shame:

"Wait until Nijika comes back!"

Clearly, after the humiliating ordeal, Seika didn’t want to see Kitahara Makoto for a while.

"Received." Kitahara Makoto stood outside the door, "Seika-nee, call me if you need anything, I’m on call."

"..."