After Futaba Rio sent her message, the entire group chat turned red-faced.
It wasn't that the group members were too pure, but rather that the story Futaba Rio carefully fabricated was too good.
She claimed to be an outstanding student at some university, a cool big sister who was very good at toying with men, wearing a white lab coat, stepping in five-centimeter high heels, her whole body radiating an extremely rational aura. Men pursuing her could line up from the entrance to the street.
Moreover, she would occasionally drop some science knowledge in the group, leaving the group members stunned with a feeling of "I don't understand but it seems impressive," unable to doubt her persona.
In Futaba Rio's mouth, Hoshino Miru's persona became a pure and simple blond jock, and the two met near the ball court like fate itself.
She was a big sister after all - she had absolutely no resistance to pure innocent boys. So she took the initiative and decisively captured Hoshino Miru, teasing the pure innocent boy in various ways every day.
Sometimes she'd pretend to accidentally tear her stockings and have Hoshino Miru help change to a new pair. Taking advantage of him crouching down, she'd deliberately lift her foot, gently pressing against his chest, finally lifting his chin to watch him show a pure and shy expression.
Sometimes she'd also deliberately get close to other people, making Hoshino Miru particularly angry and jealous. He'd fiercely pin her against the wall, and she'd continue teasing until he tore her stockings, venting the blond jock's combat power on her body - subordinate attacking superior, properly disciplining her, the big sister.
In any case, these romance stories were very eye-catching. Futaba Rio told them seriously, and the group members also listened with particular enthusiasm.
Although Futaba Rio had no practical experience and couldn't make up specific details, sometimes directly copying and pasting content from little H-fiction - but it didn't matter! The group members were also virgins and it didn't affect them reading with great interest at all.
"Water Mage: Sigh, another day of envying the group leader."
"Want Ice Cream Today: I always thought blond jocks were made up by doujinshi. Their combat power is really this terrifying!"
"Karin: Wait, you went on vacation just to do it constantly?"
"Pure Little Kitty: The group leader is amazing, doing it from day to night!"
"Super Beautiful Girl: We're just losers who chat in the group every day. Only the group leader really eats every day 😭"
Watching the group members' replies, Futaba Rio couldn't help feeling very satisfied. This little bit of vanity was the reason she made up stories.
Because she didn't even dare make eye contact in reality, she could only satisfy her desires this way.
However, she hadn't originally planned to do this.
Futaba Rio inadvertently looked toward Hoshino Miru. Though it had only been one spring break since they'd seen each other, now she couldn't help scrutinizing his sleeping face - looking at the familiar face, tightly closed eyes, high straight nose, the mouth that usually spouted nonsense now particularly quiet.
A clean boy could actually very much attract girls' attention. Futaba Rio had never seen strange things on him or smelled strange odors.
If it were just this, Futaba Rio wouldn't have put Hoshino Miru in her heart. After all, she was long accustomed to being alone - silently staying in the laboratory alone, silently going to school and home alone, silently spending the entire high school alone.
Until one day, this guy lay outside the window, staring at her grilling octopus tentacles. Before long, he climbed through the window, very naturally taking over her octopus tentacles to teach her how to grill.
At that time, Futaba Rio was thinking - why could someone so skillfully approach girls, and she actually couldn't refuse this guy.
The two's meeting began like destiny. It's just unfortunate that the subsequent development wasn't as lucky as the protagonists in stories.
With Eriri by his side, Futaba Rio really didn't have the courage to go further.
Futaba Rio bit her lip and picked up her phone, preparing to scheme against the story's big villain Eriri, but saw the group members discussing strange things.
"Pure Little Kitty: I've prepared everything today. Everyone please wait for my good news!"
"Karin: What preparation?"
"Water Mage: Wait, Little Kitty, you're serious?"
"Pure Little Kitty: Even the group leader is so proactive. I have to work hard too!"
"Want Ice Cream Today: Good! Little Kitty, spirit up! We need this momentum - don't embarrass our group!"
Futaba Rio felt very strange and couldn't help scrolling through yesterday's chat records, then her pupils contracted in shock.
What were they talking about? She was just talking big in the group, but someone really planned to start actual combat?!
Just hearing about remotes and such, Futaba Rio felt her cheeks burning. Not only were these group members not embarrassed, they were actually researching how to act - too bold!
At this moment, Futaba Rio noticed someone @-ing her.
"Pure Little Kitty: Group leader, group leader, do boys really particularly like lewd girls?"
Futaba Rio felt somewhat guilty. How would she know whether boys liked lewd girls? But judging from Hoshino Miru's usual performance, he did seem to peek at her thighs.
"Beaker Barista (Group Leader): If he really likes you, he'll definitely have special desires for you."
"Beaker Barista (Group Leader): However, liking doesn't necessarily mean he has to do something to you."
"Pure Little Kitty: So complicated, don't understand meow!"
"Beaker Barista (Group Leader): What I mean is true liking can be felt."
"Pure Little Kitty: Makes so much sense, I'll try today!"
Futaba Rio breathed a sigh of relief. How dangerous - she should have fooled them.
However, this Little Kitty was too bold, right?
Directly bringing a remote over - no matter how you put it, this was clearly preparing for AI grass.
Futaba Rio was both envious and shy. Anyway, she couldn't do such things.
That said, the other party's boldness seemed to also give Futaba Rio a bit of courage. She raised her phone, wanting to secretly take a photo of Hoshino Miru, wanting to record his sleeping face.
Buzz—
Hoshino Miru groggily lifted his head. He only saw Futaba Rio nonchalantly fiddling with her beaker, then heard his phone ring. Coming to his senses somewhat, he looked down and took out his phone.
Strange - it was actually a message from Mikazuki Fuka.
"Are you leaving?" Futaba Rio didn't glance at him, calmly shaking the test tube in her hand.
"I seem to have forgotten what I wanted to tell you." Hoshino Miru patted his face to wake himself up more. "Every time I come here it's to sleep. It feels too comfortable."
There were too few places suitable for lunch naps. Hoshino Miru stretched.
"Actually, I think you could have Sawamura-san give you a lap pillow." Futaba Rio said flatly. "I think it would be more comfortable than here. Who knows how many people yearn for a beautiful girl's lap pillow."
"Seems true." Hoshino Miru looked at her thighs, making a thoughtful appearance. "Speaking of beautiful girls, there's also one here."
"Sorry, I'm really not good at adolescent boys' fantasies about girls." Futaba Rio slightly turned her pretty face, not letting Hoshino Miru see her current expression. "Compared to me, a childhood friend would be more convenient."
Hoshino Miru didn't notice her movements and thought it seemed like a good idea. With Eriri's personality, coaxing her a bit could trick her into a lap pillow.
Only Kasugano Sora was also at school - a bit of a small hassle.
Hoshino Miru sighed, not knowing when he could simultaneously enjoy both their lap pillows.
"Forget it, someone asked me to go to the library. I'll come again next time."
Hoshino Miru put away his phone and was about to leave when Futaba Rio couldn't help glancing at him.
"My place isn't your nap spot."
"What does it matter?" Hoshino Miru smiled unconcernedly. "We're good friends. Your secret base is my secret base."
"Shameless." After saying this, Futaba Rio quickly looked away, as if this could prevent Hoshino Miru from hearing her heart beating particularly hard.
"Don't be so stingy. At worst, I'll chat with you next time." Hoshino Miru thought for a moment and added another sentence. "And bring something to eat together."
Sounded like coaxing a child. Futaba Rio casually continued fiddling with her experimental equipment, then realized she hadn't even turned on the alcohol lamp - not knowing what she'd been fussing with just now.