Genocide Online ~Playtime Diary of an Evil Young Girl~

"Shut up!

"... Maisan, is that you?"

Surprised, I didn't expect you to meet the dancer as soon as you left the Mansion's grounds... apparently waiting in front of the gate? There seems to be Yuki behind you.

"... why don't you go to school with me?

I don't mind.

It's like, "Pyo! I move behind me with a cartoon pseudonym, grasp my sleeve and peek from the side, and reply to the dancer who proposes to go to school with me and walk out.

"... well, Lina-san..."

"What?" What?

I was walking with Yuki and Mai-san along the same scenic school path as usual, and they talked to me again. I've been waiting for you in front of the house, and is there something important to talk about?

"Um... have you had any troubles lately...?

"Are you worried..."

Just stroking the dancer's head in a good position... I was going to do it as usual, but was there anything suspicious about it? Or... oh, is this about the last twins? Did the dancer know about it?

"Uh-huh, uh-huh...."

"Yes, especially now ─ ─ are you okay?

"─ ─ Ha?!

I turned my face to the dancer to tell him that there was no particular problem right now... but I tripped with a sloppy expression and let go of the hand that I had unexpectedly stroked.... you still want to sleep?

"It's okay, it's okay!! Nothing's wrong!!

"... is that so?

The dancer who is desperately explaining, but occasionally he looks at my hands with flickers... perhaps you didn't like stroking your head that much? Or was there some kind of strange radio wave?

"...... Bufu!

"... hey, what are you laughing at? Oda!!

"No, it's like this... buffoo!

"Ahhh!! Oda smiled again!!

Oops, their usual flirting has begun again, right? If I don't look at this anymore, I don't feel like my day has started. I'm really not tired of looking at it. This is what it looks like to be in a 'normal' fight.

"Because my dance expression isn't so lewd... fufu!

"That's not so weird!!

"No, it's not... yeah, it's not. You shouldn't show it to anyone outside.

"Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!"

Yuki pulled both cheeks, and the dancer's face became pathetic and his voice didn't pronounce well... The dancer reached out to fight back, but he didn't hit him at all.

"... you've become so pathetic, I'll buy you milk for lunch break."

"I don't need it! Let go of my hand!"

"............ yeah! I don't know what you're talking about!

Kee!

The fact that you don't have enough height and strength makes you like it so much... what about me? It's only a few centimeters higher than the average for girls, and if Inoue-san has muscle strength, it's okay, right?... when I was a perverted gentleman, I gave up my duties somehow, so it's subtle.

Ah

"?... Ah, good morning."

As you walk through Yujo-san's smiling interaction with Mai-san, you can hear overlapping men's voices... and look back and Hannes and the others will be there. Let's say hello.

"Oh oh...."

"... pufu!

Hmm, Mr. Hannes doesn't seem like a nice answer, does he? It doesn't matter to me... Kerin laughs at the response and Hannes punches him in the face... I wonder if he laughs and punches him in the face first with a "normal" friend?

"Look, there's something you want to say, right?

……

"? Mr. Hannes, can I help you?

What do you mean, you have more business with me today? Has there been any major incident here lately? With that in mind, Eleanor prompts Hannes to turn around.

"... don't call me that in real life."

"... that's right, Masaki-san"

Oops, you mustn't... it's more fun when you're playing games than it is when you're playing them in real life, so you have to be careful.

"Well, come here a minute... lend it to me"

"?... looks like a katsuge, doesn't it?

"... cum cum"

Taken by Masaki, he stops in front of the back alley a little off the road and faces each other... behind him, I can see that Masaki's friends and Yuki pull their cheeks, and the dancers hardened with such desperate reach out to him are watching with concern.... the two of you were still doing it.

"You... that's it... that's it..."

"?... what is it?

What, Masaki-san is preoccupied, right? Is it that hard to say? I've lost my sight and suspicious behavior.

"Well... are you okay?

"... what is it?

"Look, you... were attacked, right?

Ah.

Well, maybe you're worried about being attacked on a massive scale by players in "Belzenstock City"?... it's unusual for Masaki-san to worry about me.

"I'm fine... are you worried?

"Ba?! My pussy, no! Look, that's it... because I'm going to take you down, I guess someone else didn't kill you... yes, that's all! I'm not proud of you!

"Hah...."

Looks like I made a mistake, I see... that's it? My mother was very enthusiastic, "What about the rival character? It's a tundera! Say you don't want the hero to be defeated by someone else and help yourself with an excuse! Is that it?"... I don't really understand the tundelle, and I don't know what he's making excuses for... I'm not being helped, but I think it's similar.

"Damn it... I don't like being invited by a guy like me who's not very friendly and follows me with whiskey!

"? Are Masaki-san and I not close? You played a lot?

─ ─

If Masaki-san's face, which winds up with momentum, is peeking into his neck and asking questions... it's hardened with his mouth open.

"... I hate you after all."

"That's a shame, I like it.

"Shhhh, baahh!! Wash your head and wait for tomorrow's official event!

Oh? The second official event is tomorrow? You didn't notice... it seems you missed an email from the management.

"Okay? Never run away!!

"Yeah, I'm not running away. Let's play again, shall we?

I'll see Masaki-san off his back with a 'play' appointment at tomorrow's event... he's a really fun guy.

"Hah, this is no good...."

"Pufu... you can't be honest with Masaki, can you?

"Don't tell me, Ken."

Well, I'm glad you didn't hate me.

"Yes, it's better for Masaki."

"... you guys, remember that later.

If we turn away from them walking with Zorosolo ─ ─

"─ ─ Are you still doing it?

Ah

The dancer reaching out to Yuki, who was still pulling the dancer's cheek, was very prominent.

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