Chapter 109: ☆First, Won’t You Put On Clothes?
When I returned to the instructor’s office, I gently placed the doll on the guest table.
At that time I glanced at the clock and sat in the chair of the work desk.
If you say "I picked it up" to this doll and stay together with it for a set amount of time, the event occurs.
As for the event content, rather than being difficult, it is vicious.
If it cannot be avoided, Roy will break up with all of his lovers and their favorability will hit rock bottom.
Next, if it can be avoided, one starts to doubt whether it can even be called "avoidance."
Even if avoided, the trust the lovers have toward Roy drops greatly.
One is forced into a choice between settling for large damage or settling for small damage.
If a player tries to avoid both by picking it up themselves, the player dies and has to continue, so the only option is to have Roy pick it up.
To put it bluntly, it is a vicious — far too vicious — event.
That is why I had been careful, but I never thought it would fall in the library.
As long as I am an instructor, if there is a lost item a report should come in, and I might be consulted.
Even if not, I meet them at the academy once a day, so information about the doll should have reached me immediately.
The original places where the doll appears are three: the training grounds, the classroom, and the rooftop.
Even in the gameplay I watched, it had never once fallen in the library.
Because I had been braced for it I was able to avoid being greatly surprised, but inwardly I was surprised.
I took a certain item out of my magic bag and put it into my pants pocket.
Then I took documents out of the desk drawer and organized things about the students until the time came.
While organizing them, a smile rose at how the students’ techniques and knowledge had risen.
Especially Roy’s composure is something that makes me happy; originally he should have been lacking in confidence.
...Please become a man who can lead everyone just like this.
Perhaps I had become absorbed; I felt a person’s presence and gaze from the side.
Without looking that way I checked the clock in my hand.
...Thirty minutes, huh. I’m glad that part hasn’t changed.
When I turned my face toward the table next to where I had placed the doll, a girl with a calm atmosphere wearing a light-blue dress was sitting there.
The dress with the skirt portion made to fluffily expand, constructed so as not to stand out too much, gave off a modest atmosphere.
Her cream-colored, softly waved hair was grown longer than her shoulders, and the facial features seen from the side wore a calm expression.
When the girl noticed I was looking, she turned her face that had been facing forward toward me and smiled softly.
Then she turned her whole body toward me, quietly stood up, and from the state of still wearing it she removed the dress, letting it fall with a pasa to her feet, and became naked.
Her height was perhaps a little taller than Croana’s.
Her body was slender; perhaps the type that looks thinner in clothes, her breasts were a little larger than apples.
Her nipples were an innocent pink, and her legs were neither thick nor thin.
While smiling gently she tilted her head cutely and slightly spread both hands as if wanting to be hugged.
At the girl slowly approaching me with her footsteps, I ended up smiling wryly.
I smiled wryly thinking that if I had not had prior knowledge, I would have hugged her.
I also turned my body together with the chair while remaining seated toward the girl; the girl came and sat as if straddling my legs.
The girl, while still smiling with narrowed eyes, stroked both of my cheeks as if sandwiching them with both hands.
To the girl who was bringing her face closer, perhaps to kiss, I smiled and spoke.
"Sorry about this."
"...? ...!?"
I strongly grasped one of the girl’s hands and fitted the item I had taken from my pants pocket onto her wrist.
The girl, looking surprised, tried to pull away from me by leaning her body backward.
I prevented that by wrapping one arm around her waist and, with a calm voice while smiling troubledly, spoke.
"Please calm down. First of all, are you able to maintain your current state without using power?"
"...? ...!"
"...I see. That’s good."
At my words the girl, still naked, patted her own body.
Then when she looked at my face she smiled happily and nodded many times.
Yes, this girl is the doll from earlier.
Whether the girl’s form is her true form or whether the doll is her true form is unknown.
In the game the girl’s form could not be maintained for long; she would occasionally disappear and then appear again, repeating that.
She would appear in the worst scenes and worsen the relationship between Roy and his lovers, and disappear when necessary to lower Roy’s feelings.
In the end she leaves Roy’s side, but the reason is never told within the game.
The answer the analysis team came up with here was that she left because there was nothing left that could be absorbed from Roy.
When the doll left Roy’s side, Roy’s state was energetic and he did not look at all as if something had been absorbed.
But because the time Roy and the doll spent in his room grew longer, the analysis team judged that she was absorbing something.
From Roy’s energetic appearance, they judged it was probably not vitality.
The girl looked at the transformed [Black Bracelet] fitted on her wrist and happily stroked the bracelet.
The fact that I thought of a way to save the girl, or rather of the current situation, was also actually thanks to the analysis team.
This doll — no, this girl — was quite popular, and just like with Felica, various methods to save her continued to be analyzed.
The final answer was to have her wear the transformed [Black Bracelet].
Have her equip the [Black Bracelet] that has the effect of being able to maintain a state at the moment when power would likely be entering just before being attacked.
With this, the analysis team thought, she might be able to continue existing without using power.
...Another hit. Reliable as always, analysis team.
"Ah~, I’m sorry, but... can you speak?"
At my words the girl gently pressed both hands to her throat; small sounds could be heard from her mouth as if she was practicing vocalization.
When she raised the face that had been looking down while practicing, she looked at my face, smiled, and a beautiful soft voice could be heard.
"A lit...tle..."
"Good, your voice seems fine. ...First, won’t you put on clothes?"
"I un...derstand..."
The girl, without showing embarrassment, got down from my legs and began putting on the dress that had fallen to the floor.
There’s just one thing I want to say, though — please don’t bend over while pointing your backside this way.
That... various things that should not be seen end up being seen.
I averted my gaze from the girl and sighed; then at the sensation of my cheek being gently stroked I twitched a little.
To Sharle, who had been quietly waiting inside the room, I smiled with a relieved look and spoke.
"You helped too, Sharle. Thank you."
"No... more than that, what about that child? She was a doll, right?"
"Yeah, how should I put it... right now she’s a girl."
"...What do you plan to do with that child from now on?"
"Protect her... I’ll take her back to Suzuya."
"Fufu, fufufu, I thought so."
Perhaps curious about the invisible Sharle who was laughing enjoyably, the girl who had finished putting on the dress looked around restlessly.
Finding that innocent appearance charming and smiling, next the girl stopped looking around restlessly and, tilting her head, looked at my face.