My Reality is a Romance Game

"How did you know that I love skulls?"

Hikami-san suddenly hugged me when he returned to his mood, whispering while stroking his head. The tension suddenly rose. Of course, I didn't know that I liked skulls. No matter how you think, you're just lucky. By the way, her outing clothes were always black. Do you like hardware a little?

Then she gently pushed her lips out.

"Greetings? No, I'll do it. Cute little brother, No, Hasegawa!"

Then, suddenly my lips were overlaid. The excuse he used to fool that day seems still valid. She seemed to use the kiss not as a lover, but as an expression of her desire for her brother.

But it was not just a kiss. I immediately put my tongue out. He said it was dirty at that time, but rather seemed to be having more fun. However, in such a situation, I suddenly came to think of Kuzora. Her lips. Why? Almost at the same time as I was upset, the phone just rang.

Hikami's mobile phone. She frowned. I didn't try to leave me. I immediately thought I hung up and started ringing again. I was confused and my phone didn't allow me to concentrate on the kiss, so I pushed her away and listened. Her lips were wet with saliva, and she kept staring at my lips with a disappointing expression.

"Mr. Hikami, can't answer the phone?"

"okay."

"What if you leave? Why don't you just continue after the call is over?"

"Well, then come out ..."

Hikami reluctantly picked up the mobile phone on the sofa and answered the phone that kept ringing. However, when I saw the number, she suddenly became nervous.

"Teacher? Oh! Sorry. I'm doing other things now. Yes, yes?"

"Is it now? But ..."

She replied, but suddenly shrugged. He seems to have been scolded for his verbal answer. Eventually, she responded, dropping her shoulders and appearing stern.

"Yes, I'll call right now. Yes! I'm sorry."

I embraced me again with a weak, sullen face after hanging up. And I stroked my head again.

"I'm sorry. I have to go. I'm urgent."

"I see. Of course, the job is ahead. I understand."

I want to continue with Hikami-san, apart from the game. There was no need to hurry. For some reason, I was worried about the other woman flickering more than Mr. Hikami in my head.

Hikami-san stroked my head, got up and went into the room. After a while, she changed clothes and appeared with a sword.

"I'm waiting here? I don't know when I can go home ..."

"No, I do too, so let me know when I get home."

"Okay, so let's get out together?"

I nodded at Mr. Hikami's words, woke up, and headed to the front door. She suddenly stared at my face and shook her head.

"Why do you look more cute than before? Did my eyes go crazy?"

That's probably because they raised their attractiveness. Hikami had already noticed the change in the attractiveness value twice. Somehow, he had a dangerous feeling and rushed back to her lips. After kissing for a while, he released his lips and answered.

"Does it look like that?

"Is that so? Huh ... No."

Mr. Hikami shyly opened the front door and jumped out. Fortunately, it didn't seem suspicious.

Higami was in a hurry or stepped on the accelerator without mercilessly running through the parking lot.

Then I went to get on the bus. The time was approaching 9 o'clock. Now that she is free, she decides to go and look inside Aya's house, but she doesn't have to force her in when she is at home. He has been working part-time from Tokyo, probably living alone. So it's a good idea to break in during your part-time job and explore your empty home with plenty of time. It's not suitable now, probably because it's time to finish the byte. You have to come across strangely, use a sleep spray, and do not even have to load. I didn't want to waste extra money.

So, for now, I decided to head to the dining room where she works. It is normal for restaurants to close soon. So wait for them to come out after a part-time job and invite them to a date? Unexpectedly, if the store was still open, I was going to eat more rice and instill her impression of her again.

When I arrived at the downtown area where Aya works, the time was 10 o'clock. When I went to the cafeteria as I had expected, the business seemed to be over and I had to clean up. I was waiting around for a while, so I was waiting around.

"I'm sorry to you first."

"Good work."

Then, Aya greeted the shopkeeper and came out. So I approached by chance and approached. For now, save here.

"Oh good evening."

"Yes? Oh! Good evening."

Aya answered the greeting with enthusiasm, but shook her head.

Looking at her expression, she didn't seem to remember at first, but she seemed to remember late. I believed in the save and decided to try a pick-up. It came out that we should invite you to capture information, so we decided to challenge.

Recently, she has dealt with so many different women that she seemed to be immune to her, and she could speak without any hesitation or hesitation. In the real world, it was not imagined.

"Um, it was so delicious ... I'm sorry, but I'm sorry.

When I said that, Aya replied in a very troubled manner.

"Huh? No ... I'm not afraid to say that suddenly. I'm not even a cooking staff in the first place."

That's right. If you think about it, Aya is not a cooking staff, but a part-time worker working in the hall, but what about recipes? Oops! However, before [Loading], I tried to stick again and opened my mouth even more. If you look annoying, it's [Road] right away.

"I'm a bit of a coffee feast, so how much do you know? A coffee shop with lots of people in the future, you know? You can't do anything weird in such a place. It looks pretty good, can you tell me a bit? "

When I put it out, I felt this too. Nevertheless, we decided to put our hands together and ask for help. Then Aya narrowed her eyebrows for a while and looked at the watch, but looked up at me again. I managed to endure that I was nervous and waited for a reply.

"I'm in trouble ... oh, I'm staring at you with such poor eyes ... I see! I'll show you some simple recipes I know, but don't expect too much. "

Thankfully, the words of consent returned. It seemed to be quite kind from the first time I saw it. Was good. In addition, she didn't seem to have forcibly agreed, even though she really didn't like it. Natural expression as it is. Certainly, it wasn't a confession, and you wouldn't refuse coldly to ask for a cooking recipe. Of course, there's no doubt that it's too outrageous.

I was delighted that I managed to make the contact, but I walked to the coffee shop to take the lead, so as not to look suspicious.

I completed my order and returned to the table where she was sitting. With the previous attractive value, even bringing a woman to this point would probably have been impossible. I suddenly felt proud of the fact that I think the extra appeal has helped me a lot. This is because they have never done a pick-up, and are therefore the first to succeed.

Alone, Aya took her notepad and pen out of her bag and started writing something for a while. Seemingly, it was probably the recipe I asked for.

"How much do you cook?"

"I'm not the one who can't, but the problem is that there are few types of dishes that can be made."