So light, but his chest so heavy.
After a moment of being in a trance, Ryota finds himself in the bedroom.
Sit on the dresser and groom himself carefully.
What was reflected in the mirror was not his own figure, but that of a young girl.
The girl had a perfect face, wearing light pajamas, and delicate collarbones. The curves that are faintly visible under the pajamas give people a graceful and seductive feeling.
That girl was none other than Tokisaki Kurumi.
Ryota reacted, and he entered Kurumi's body. He subconsciously wanted to touch his chest… Oh no, he touched his cheek to make sure. However, the body was completely out of his control.
Kurumi picked up lipstick to smudge her lips, then touched her lips a few times to evenly distribute the color like cherry blossoms.
Ryota felt a touch of his lips closing.
"Finished!"
Kurumi said something softly, and blinked in the mirror. As if greeting yourself in the mirror.
Ryota could feel a connection between this alluring body and himself.
He can even empathize with the tiny thought of jumping up and down during makeup.
But it's out of control!
What a wonderful feeling to take it all passively. Just as he was thinking that, Kurumi started to take off her pajamas and put on a dress.
Ryota: "..."
Force majeure,.... He kept hinting at himself in his heart. Let alone closing his eyes now, he couldn't even control the direction of his gaze.
He could only passively see something he shouldn't see.
So white, so soft, sexy underwear...
Ryota wanted to say "very smooth" right then and there. Unfortunately, the right to speak is not under his control, everything is completely passive.
"Is this Kurumi's past..."
Ryota thought: "This is different from the usual elegant young lady's posture, but in private she is quite cute."
Kurumi quickly changed into her clothes and put on a headband with flower petals. She seems like the type to put on makeup first and then change clothes.
She walked over to the full-length mirror in the closet, turned around, looked at herself in the mirror, then nodded in satisfaction. The dress makes her look like a princess out of a fairy tale.
"Ah… there's another piece of equipment! I almost forgot."
Kurumi seemed to have suddenly thought of something, walked quickly to the dressing table, wearing the medical glasses on the right, covering her left eye with perfect vision.
Blindfold... Seeing this scene reflected in the mirror, Ryota felt a little soft.
He vaguely remembered that the Kurumi in the series seemed to be in the chuunibyou period.
Bandage would be placed on her uninjured wrist, she would cover her intact left eye with a medical eye patch, and spoke very little human language.
For example, she would call her avatar "my family member", and when she laughed, she would make abnormal laughter like "Kukuku..." and so on.
Could this world.... Kurumi also have such a period?
Eyes can be donated to those in need!
Just when Ryota was complaining secretly.
Kurumi suddenly assumed an extremely exaggerated stance, her upper body leaned back slightly, and her right hand shot forward—as if there was an old enemy in front of her.
Pa... The sound of the air being scorched and cracked was heard.
In front of her right hand, pitch-black flames appeared, revealing ominous waves.
It's just that the rare atmosphere was broken by the next words: "Hehe... Ugly enemy, in a fire that is deeper than darkness, burn it——Dark Judgment!"
Ryota: "..."
While Ryota was silent, he also felt a bit strange. When did Kurumi have the fire ability?
Isn't she manipulating shadows?
As he was wondering, Kurumi suddenly changed her posture. She raised her hand and lifted the medical glasses slightly, revealing a golden hour eye.
Coupled with her strange but beautiful posture, it creates a strong mystery.
"Omnia fert aetas (Time annihilates everything)—!"
A string of what seemed to be Latin came out from Kurumi's mouth, and the pronunciation was slightly Japanese.
The time in the room fluctuated irregularly. On the girl's face, there was smugness and a hint of showing off.
After completing these two actions, she tidied up her appearance a little, opened the bedroom door and walked out.
The other side.
Due to body sharing, Ryota experienced a full set of the two middle moves, and the embarrassment and embarrassment he felt was very real, as if everything was done by himself.
It made him wish he could find a hole in the ground. But he could only remain silent.
(What kind of punishment game is this...)
Ryota sighed softly in his heart.
...
Unforeseen situations occur very quickly.
Ryota originally thought he would use Kurumi's body to experience her relatively complete memories. Turns out that's not the case, just like a movie scene, this memory also has transitions.
Ryota speculates that it may be the most impressive memory fragment to be presented in the form of her personal experiences.
For example, just now, it belonged to Kurumi's black history. She wanted to forget but she couldn't forget it. After remembering an occasion, it could make people tremble with shame… This is called black history.
As Kurumi opened the door and came out, the scenery changed.
Battle scenes continuously appeared before the eyes. Ryota sees Kurumi as a psyker who destroys ghosts.
It's just that the specific situation is unusual. Obviously, she didn't need to speak, but Kurumi insisted on chanting, and shouted a few words that had no effect on the battle.
"Ordinary ghosts can withstand my hellfire?"
"It is here, my old enemy, your defeat has been exposed, and you have settled here. Welcome to your end!"
"Kukuku... Is it just this level? It's not even a tickle, burn you to ashes in a fire that's deeper than darkness!"
"Hellfire doesn't work? If that's the case, then use my domain to deal with the enemy—time, stop it, because it's so beautiful."
Ryota: "..."
It's so embarrassing... It's just some kind of mental torture!
Why hasn't the battle memory skipped over yet?
Ryota could feel that when facing Kayako, Kurumi seemed a bit shy.
There was the eye of the clock and the domain, which proved that Kurumi had been promoted to the third stage. As a result, the third stage psyker is still afraid of ghosts?
One side is scared and the other is chuunibyou. Just when Ryota wanted to complain in his heart.
The dark historical memories of that battle have finally come to an end.
Scene change.
Ryota saw a street at night appear in his field of vision.
At the same time, the cowardly mentality disappeared, and Kurumi became more relaxed. She seems to be shopping.
The night view of Tokyo is always accompanied by people coming and going, and parties.
Kurumi who had just finished dealing with the supernatural incident walked briskly towards the house.
"Three of them have been eliminated today, the soul power has been successfully collected, and is getting closer to the goal!"
She muttered, her dimples showing a good mood.
Tokyo is very tolerant of fancy dress, and she doesn't attract a lot of people with her dress.
Despite the unbelievably high level of attention, most of the people who passed by were out of their dazzling looks, not the clothes.
Feeling the stares from the men, Ryota's mood was slightly complicated.
Right when passing a certain hotel.
Explosion!
Suddenly there was an explosion from above.
Ryota immediately raised his head... No, to be precise, it was Kurumi who raised her head.
Through Kurumi's eyes, Ryota saw a thin young man break through a window on the third floor and fall.
The pedestrians on the street followed the sound of explosions and shouted one after another. In a panic, Kurumi was the first to calm down and move quickly.
Domain starts instantly.
Time around her suddenly slowed down.
By the time the fallen man was only meters away from the ground, he slowed down slowly… Kinetic energy was gradually approaching zero under the force of time.
When the young man fell to the ground, there was no more impact.
After completing the timely rescue, Kurumi hastily approached the boy who had fallen to the ground, and carefully observed the other party's physical condition.
Seeing this, she frowned. The clothes on the youth's upper body were completely drenched in blood, and there were more than a dozen cuts on his body, some of which still had broken glass attached to them.
The most serious thing was his left arm, the part under the arm disappeared, and the fracture was bleeding, as if it had been blown up by a bomb.
A weak and helpless scream rang in Kurumi's ears. She quickly crouched down, placed her hand on top of the youth, and activated her domain again.
Immediately, wound healing accelerated. Wounds that took a long time to heal had scabbed over in just a few minutes.
When she stopped accelerating, the youth stopped whining.
The surrounding crowd watched this scene.
Kurumi frowned, took out her cell phone and made a call, then grabbed the young man's collar and led him quickly away. Then dropped in a quiet alley.
"Are you alright? Does it still hurt?" Kurumi asked in as gentle a tone as possible.
The young man looked at her blankly.
His eyes lingered on the medical gown and glasses for a few moments longer.
His face was slightly shocked, and he stuttered and asked:
"You ..."
"Tokisaki Kurumi, your savior, remember carefully… Your memory will be processed afterwards, you won't be able to remember even if I say it, forget it."
Kurumi, who had been excitedly reporting her name, went numb after thinking this. She quickly shook her head and asked about business: "What happened to you just now? What happened to the explosion?"
Since she didn't feel any soul force response, she didn't go to check it out.
That must be the usual case.
"Tokisaki Kurumi..."
The youth repeated the name in a low voice, and disbelief appeared in his eyes. But he seemed to have thought of something, and he quickly regained his composure.
The youth did not answer the question, but instead asked:
"Are you a Spirit?"