As night crept in and Tokyo's neon glow faded to a dim haze beyond his window blinds, Kuroha Akira found himself reaping what he'd sown.
The bunk bed — that symbol of his intention to draw boundaries — was rendered utterly useless as Shionomiya insisted on squeezing into his lower bunk with him.
"It's just hugging a body pillow," he told himself for perhaps the hundredth time that evening. "Don't overthink it! Just sleep!"
But if he could simply ignore all those not-so-great sensations radiating from every nerve ending in his body… Well — then maybe it wouldn't have felt like being slow-roasted alive.
The problem was that ignoring it was impossible.
Shionomiya clung to him like an octopus with separation anxiety.
She really was just hugging a body pillow — but she seemed to like this newly acquired living model far too much… So much that she wanted to become its stuffing.
Her talent for flexibility shined at this moment; her gymnast's body contorted and wrapped around him in ways that maximized skinship and made it feel like she was trying to merge with him at a cellular level.
The result? Kuroha Akira spent literally all night wrestling against his own desires.
To be precise — there were two primal desires inside him competing for dominance; greed and lust locked in a fierce tug-of-war match.
On one side beckoned wealth beyond imagination; enough for a lifetime of food, drink and fun… On the other side lay a single moment of pleasure capable of derailing everything he'd worked towards.
Money or women... Why can't I have both?
Of course an adult would consider taking 'the I want it all' route — and Kuroha Akira began pondering if there might be some way to achieve both outcomes simultaneously...
But deep down he knew there was no perfect solution — not at this stage anyway...
Maybe after Shionomiya had earned enough money and he'd gotten his share… If Miss Shion still threw herself at him then—he could launch a counterattack against this arrogant little devil without any worries!
But now wasn't that time yet...
The most terrifying thing though? His willpower kept crumbling bit by bit as dawn approached... After holding out for hours even he himself started making excuses:
If I'm just cultivating Shionomiya as a seiyuu… Is virginity really strictly necessary?
Entertainers are allowed private lives too right? Who says voice actresses can't date?
Why not just get married? Then we could let loose completely and not have to endure this torment anymore...
Luckily Kuroha managed to hold onto his Class President's talent which allowed him to regain composure and think calmly again...
In the end everything boiled down to 'earning more or less.'
As mentioned before; Kuroha didn't absolutely need financial freedom... As long as he could live comfortably he didn't mind 'making a small profit then getting out.'
But here's where things got dicey—he wasn't sure if after establishing a relationship with Shinomiya Shion she'd become obsessed with him...
From his past life perspective Shinomiya Shion was your textbook landmine girl—a yandere with deep-seated pathological issues who loved far too intensely... The sort who could explode at any moment like an IED hidden under your futon...
When she loves you there's no woman better in existence.
But when you trigger her landmine... She transforms into something terrifying.
Choose your fate—do you want your stomach opened up or your head removed?
And if her yandere attribute fully erupted—she might abandon her career entirely saying "I just want Akira-kun" while refusing to showcase her talents before anyone else ever again…
Then there'd be no money left on the table at all!
And then what? Bills still need paying right?! In reality I'd have to go earn money myself again...
Alright.. If I had such a beautiful wife who loved me unconditionally—even if I had to keep being a miserable corporate slave—I'd probably accept it as long as life could still be happy…
Right?
Here we must append a question mark.
If your woman's too beautiful—you'll inevitably attract rivals.
And if you don't have enough strength or means to protect her—the episode Kuroba Akira fears most will occur… Even Shionomiya might leave him.
Not that! Being cuckolded... Is even harder than dying suddenly!
He lacked confidence because he knew Shionomiya's current infatuation stemmed from how he took her in when nobody else would—and how she saw him as her sole belonging...
But this was temporary—who could guarantee she wouldn't change her heart later?
And what if she misunderstood something as cheating? Would she stab me dead in my sleep?
Too many uncertainties… Being with a landmine girl was simply too unstable.
Random probability events like these were exactly what Kuroha hated most—like gacha pulls when you're F2P…
Currently Kuroha felt like he didn't understand Shionomiya well enough yet; He only knew bits and pieces about her past—not nearly enough detail…
Therefore he couldn't fully trust her feelings as any kind of long-term guarantee.
In truth—it wasn't willpower triumphing over desire—but rather anxiety about future risks overpowering pure instinctual impulses instead…
Either Shionomiya's mental health improves (and she sheds that landmine girl label) or he himself becomes rich enough to freely pursue happiness below-the-belt.
Until one of those two conditions gets met—even if Shinomiya throws herself at him naked—he simply couldn't bring himself to insert his D inside.
Yet despite all these rationalizations—the physical impact remained intense beyond words... All Kuroba Akira could do was deploy self-limiting fields within his own mind—trying desperately divert attention elsewhere:
Counting prime numbers mentally…
Or calculating "1000-7" repeatedly…
Neither worked very well though.
Maybe later on he should copy Shirai Shiori's memory talent 'Memory B' and memorize Buddhist chants or anime opening themes instead—to use as hypnotic counter-spells whenever temptation struck next time...
Because insomnia looked poised become his new roommate from now on...
Shinomiya happily gained herself an outlet for venting affection—but poor Kuroba Akira risked developing physical injuries from holding back night after night...
Maybe those two pairs of panties he'd collected should finally come out of storage after all?
His mind grew foggy ... Wicked ideas began bubbling up from deep within:
When resisting temptation from one woman proves impossible ... Just think about others instead! Fight poison with poison! Use women ... To conquer women!
Images flashed through his brain—all those beauties encountered since arriving in this world:
First came Class President ...
Then Shirai ...
Followed by Moe ...
Next after the Literary Club girls ...
Tashiro Kurenai ...
Tomita Haruka ...
Saionji Mako & Takanashi Mirai ...
Even Kobayakawa-sensei made an appearance!
Finally Ono Junko entered stage left—a flat-chested legal-loli teacher whose mere presence calmed his heart immensely ...
Flat ... Flat truly does calm both heart & mind alike ...
He managed falling asleep just before dawn broke across city skyline outside ...
Which explains why starting Thursday morning onwards—Akira appeared listless & utterly exhausted both physically AND mentally throughout entire day ahead ...
Meanwhile Shinomiya slept soundly beside him drooling contentedly all over chest area ...
It took considerable effort unlocking herself off before removing gently away altogether ...
Resulting tardiness meant being late school YET AGAIN ...
This time however rather than returning class directly—instead ran straight toward infirmary catch up precious lost sleep ... And incidentally pay respects Loli-sensei who saved virtue temptation previous night ...
Unfortunately overslept missing even most anticipated lunch break entirely ...
Thankfully Class Monitor thoughtfully placed homemade Bento beside infirmary bed allowing delicious meal upon waking afternoon hours later ...
By time returned classroom—homeroom meeting already finished voting program Class One would present upcoming Cultural Festival event …
Result chosen haunted house attraction—but NOT Japanese-style rather Chinese-inspired version instead!
It seems subtle world-line changes manifest themselves through small cultural differences such as these!
Subtle cultural output indeed!