Anime Crossover: The Losing Heroines Have Become Witches

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Asakura didn’t have the passive skill of culinary expertise that many transmigrator predecessors had. Although he did know a little about cooking because he lived alone in his previous life, it was only within the scope of a normal person and couldn’t be expected to be very delicious.

For example, the Omurice he made was completely different from the runny Omurice that is commonly seen on the market and requires heat control. It was just plain fried rice with a piece of egg skin on top. The egg skin was even a little crumbly, infinitely close to scrambled eggs.

The only thing worth praising was probably the seasoning. After all, as long as the salt is right, fried rice is basically hard to make bad...

Asakura thought that Anna would be disappointed or even complain a little about his failure, but she silently finished the Omurice.

After that, she put her hands together and said, "Thank you for the meal."

"No, no, no, I should be the one saying that, since I’m the one who cooked."

"It was very delicious, the egg fried rice."

"No, no, no, I made Omurice."

"The crunchy celery texture was great."

"No, no, no, I didn’t put any celery at all?"

"..."

"..."

The two looked at each other for a long time.

"Forget it, who cares? As long as it’s delicious, that’s all that matters." In the end, the broad-minded Yanami said nonchalantly.

Asakura could tell that as long as this guy had something to eat, she didn’t seem to have many requirements for the taste and the completion of the dish itself.

As expected of a powerhouse who can finish a whole strip of Yokan without tea.

"How do you feel about this hot spring trip in general?" Asakura asked after making her a cup of tea.

"Being able to eat my fill immediately after soaking in a hot spring is simply the best feeling ever."

As she said that, the girl, who was originally sitting cross-legged, leaned back on the tatami mat: "Good night~".

"Don’t sleep in a place like this; you’ll catch a cold!"

"Asakura-kun’s words are like a mother’s." The girl showed a silly smile.

"Being Yanami’s mother feels like it would shorten my lifespan, so I’ll pass."

"You’re not allowed to speak ill of my mother!"

"No, I’m talking bad about you. Please, be a little smarter..."

"Snacks? What snacks!"

"..."

Asakura helplessly got up and planned to clean up the table, but he was suddenly pounced on the ground by Yanami who had gotten up.

"Ugh, what are you doing?"

"That way, Asakura-kun is also an accomplice sleeping outside!"

"Is there even such a thing as an accomplice for this? Hurry up and get off me; I still need to clean up..."

"Sniff sniff..." The girl sniffed Asakura like a puppy.

"Don’t sniff!" Even though he was a boy, Asakura felt a strange sense of shame at this moment.

"Asakura-kun smells nice." Yanami showed a blank smile, looking as if she hadn’t woken up yet.

"I-It’s because I just took a bath..."

"Ooh heehee, it’s different from smelly boys."

"Apologize to all the clean boys in the world!"

"Could it be that Asakura-kun is a girl?"

"Even I would get angry, do you want me to attack you to prove that I’m male? Speaking of which, your Yukata has been slipping off your shoulders since just now, it’s a very dangerous state..."

Asakura looked at the girl’s huge slippery shoulders, revealing a large area of white and tender skin on her chest, and couldn’t help but wonder in his heart if she wasn’t wearing anything under her Yukata this time since he hadn’t been complaining about her? 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"Small fry~, Small fry~".

"So that’s the kind of character you are? Don’t underestimate me, let’s start with the indecent Northern Hemisphere... Ow! It’s hot! Yanami, do you have a fever?"

"Fever?" The girl showed a silly expression: "I don’t know, I’ve felt like my head hasn’t been working properly since just now..."

"Did you soak in the hot spring for too long? No wonder you’re acting so strange, like you’ve turned into a child... Don’t move, I’ll take you back to your room... Hey, hurry up and get off me."

"No, then we won’t be accomplices!"

"You’re still thinking about that..."

Speaking of which, Asakura suddenly understood something.

Before eating the Omurice, the girl had been complaining that everyone else had something to do, and it seemed like only she was being excluded, as if she was being isolated, so is she so obsessed with being an ’accomplice’ now?

Thinking of this, Asakura couldn’t help but feel a little guilty for using the other party to fill the number of club members and use her as a cover.

But after thinking about it carefully, that guilt flew to the back of his mind—this guy owes him a lot of money, and he’s not only providing her with good food and drink, but also taking her on a hot spring trip. It seems like he’s not only not owing her anything, but he’s also taking care of her too much, right?

"Is that Asakura-kun? I just woke up and found that Anna wasn’t in the room. Do you have any clu..."

The room’s sliding door was pulled open from the outside, and Lemon Yakishio-san’s expression froze on her face when she saw the scene inside.

"Wait a minute, it’s not what you think..." Asakura’s scalp went numb, realizing the situation was bad.

"Y-Yanami was attacked by Asakura-kun at night!"

"I said it’s not like that!"

"And it’s even a female dominant position close to riding!"

"You don’t need to describe it in such detail!"

"Oh, oh, in this position, Asakura-kun should have been pushed down by Anna..."

"That’s not it either... Huh, right, right? It doesn’t seem quite right..."

Asakura’s brain short-circuited for a moment, as it seemed he had indeed been pinned down by Yanami.

However, he quickly recovered: "In any case, she has a fever, hurry up and help me take her back to her room!"

After a period of chaos, Yanami Anna was finally settled down.

The next morning.

Asakura sat listlessly at the dining table, looking at the Japanese-style breakfast in front of him, feeling a little lacking in appetite.

For some reason, Japanese-style breakfasts are always a combination of large portions of fish, meat, and hearty rice in the early morning, which makes it difficult for Asakura’s stomach to adapt.

Not to mention soybean milk, fried dough sticks, steamed buns, and spicy soup, even a bowl of thick, fragrant rice porridge with a plate of pickled vegetables and tofu would be an enjoyment that even an emperor couldn’t match.

Of course, it would be even better if there was a tea egg.

"Last night was truly a disaster." Asagumo Chihaya, carrying her breakfast, sat down next to Asakura as if nothing had happened, and said softly.

Last night, half of the hot spring hotel was awakened by Lemon Yakishio-san’s vigorous shouts. Although the misunderstanding was resolved in the end, Asakura, as the victim, obviously suffered a bit, as could be seen from his not having slept well.

"It’s more like the whole day yesterday was a disaster." Asakura yawned: "It can be said to be the longest day of my life."

"I’m sorry..."

"I thought you had used up all your apologies for a lifetime yesterday."

"Ahaha, after all, I’m not shameless enough to take other people’s help for granted." The girl responded softly, then she looked at Asakura again and asked in a somewhat uneasy tone: "Speaking of which, do you still need me after losing the pocket watch?"

"Of course, remember to report to the Magic Club after returning to Soubu High School."

"Yeah."

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