No, no, no, no, no!
That's absolutely not happening!
Tashiro Benika protested frantically inside her head, even declaring that if her other self actually went through with it, she'd immediately seize back control of the body and faint on the spot just to make a point.
Even though Onee‑san Benika kept insisting that it was extremely safe—first, the environment was safe, since no one ever came to this abandoned shrine; second, the body was safe too, because the timing just happened to be perfect: she wasn't on her period and wasn't ovulating either, so there'd be no heavy bleeding and no risk of "someone dying"—she still refused, no matter what.
Because the issue wasn't safety at all.
For Tashiro Benika, who had only just tasted what first love felt like, jumping straight to heaven in a single step—skipping everything and heading straight to home base—was far too much.
Just imagining Kuroba Akira without clothes was enough to make her so embarrassed she nearly passed out. Anything beyond that was simply impossible.
Onee‑san Benika was utterly vexed. From her point of view, if you already liked him, why keep hiding it? Wasn't it better to strike first?
She didn't have that kind of girlish mindset—dating, confessions, flirting, "ambiguous phases"… none of it was as practical as cooking the rice and making it a done deal.
An adult woman's love was directly tied to desire. If you really liked someone, you went for it.
Anyway, once it was over, a good man would take responsibility, a bad man would deny everything, and an ordinary man would just drift along with the current. That was all.
The important thing was that Akira was still a virgin. If she ate him now, the odds were good he'd take responsibility.
Then they could sprint straight into a marriage ending—a Happy Wedding Ending.
If she hesitated now, she might never get another chance this good. After all, plenty of girls in their prime were eyeing him, and she didn't have the advantage when it came to age.
If only the Tashiro Benika inside would nod, Onee‑san Benika would strip Akira bare like peeling corn and take him right here on the spot.
Unfortunately, the motion was shot down with a single vote.
The proposal failed.
No matter how much Onee‑san Benika craved Akira's body, she was still like a female dog with a collar—she couldn't just monopolize him on her own.
In the end, she could only reluctantly rein in those rampaging, wolfish thoughts. Propping herself up, she let go of Akira lying beneath her and sat up.
"Onee-san was just joking, okay? You don't need to compensate me for the shoes. If anything, I'm the one who owes you a lot—you even saved my life."
"Benika‑san…"
"Just call me Benika. If you keep saying 'Benika‑san,' you can't really tell me apart from the original, right?"
"…Alright. Benika. Honestly, I saved you for my own sake too. As long as you're willing to help me from here on out, that's repayment enough."
"Of course I'm willing. I'll stick with you for the rest of my life."
"That's a bit dramatic…"
"If this were ancient times, a life‑saving debt meant repaying it with your body, right?"
"This isn't ancient times. It's not even the original world—we don't really do that anymore."
"…True."
"Anyway, you probably can't wear those heels anymore. I'll go get the bathroom slippers you had on earlier."
Seeing Akira about to move away—like a duck slipping free from her mouth—Onee‑san Benika still wasn't satisfied.
Even just a little taste would be fine, right?
Just one sneaky bite… just one…
"Wait, Akira."
"Hm? What is it?"
"Come a little closer."
Akira stepped closer.
"Closer."
He leaned in again, half‑crouching as he asked,
"What's wrong? Did you sprain your ankle?"
This idiot is still worrying about me… No wonder you're doomed to be popular.
"It's not that… there's just something on your face."
"Huh? What is it?"
As Akira lifted a hand to wipe his face, Tashiro Benika suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck.
And amid her other self's screaming in her head, she kissed Akira on the cheek.
"Ah—!"
It was right near the corner of his mouth. To anyone watching, it would've looked exactly like a kiss.
She held it there for about ten seconds before finally pulling back, leaving a faint lip mark beside his mouth.
Like the smudge a kid leaves after eating without wiping properly.
Benika licked her upper lip.
"There. Now there is."
"Uh… Benika… is that your way of repaying me?"
"It's repayment—but not only repayment. You're an adult. You know what I mean, right? If you say yes, next time I won't 'miss.'"
"…"
Akira touched the spot she'd kissed, forcing an awkward smile. He couldn't play dumb anymore.
It wasn't a confession, but it was even more direct than one.
It was the perfect chance to taste the sweetness of a beauty's kiss and move their relationship forward.
If this were Akira in his previous life, he'd never refuse a voluptuous, proactive, sexy onee‑san like her.
But now, several girls' faces surfaced in his mind.
Strictly speaking, he wasn't dating any of them—but the moment he got an official girlfriend, his relationships with those girls would inevitably change.
Especially Shiginomiya. Akira knew their relationship right now was ambiguous—more than friends, not quite lovers.
And he also knew that ambiguity was exactly why she listened to him so much.
If he got together with Tashiro Benika… would Shiginomiya still listen to him? Would she still accept Tashiro Benika as her manager?
Maybe she would. She was kind enough.
But Akira didn't dare gamble on that.
"Benika… I can't say yes. It's not that there's anything wrong with you. I just… can't be with you right now."
"I can tell what you're thinking. You don't want to get married yet, do you?"
"…Yeah. I don't have any plans to get married for now."
"Right. In this world, you're still a student… But that's not the only reason, is it?"
"Yeah. If I got married, I'd have a family to take care of. I don't want that responsibility yet."
"Ah… what a shame…"
A shame he wasn't the type to fool around. A shame the other her wasn't either.
All she could say was that the timing and conditions just weren't there yet. Otherwise, there was no way she'd have let Akira off today.
Still, even if she had to remain a virgin a little longer, Onee‑san Benika also wanted the other her to see clearly what kind of man Akira really was.
As a transmigrator, he would never be the type to behave himself.
So—are you really sure he's okay?
If you want to date this man with marriage as the premise, it's bound to end in tragedy. And he just rejected you outright.
Even if he were willing to marry, odds are he wouldn't marry only you.
He could never give you "one‑on‑one happiness." After all, just you and me already make two people.
Even so… do you still want to choose him?
Think carefully… Tashiro Benika.
After delivering that warning, Onee‑san Benika finally relaxed—and even began joking about herself.
"Well, I always knew I didn't have that kind of fate. In my last life, when I ran a massage shop in some backwater county town, the best I ever got were a few middle‑aged guys hinting they wanted to keep me…"
"Those guys are disgusting! If anything, they should've proposed properly!"
"What could I do? My face was ruined, and I was blind. Even though I never compromised in the end… still, if I'd met you back then, Akira, being your mistress might not have been so bad."
What she really meant was this: if it were only Onee‑san Benika, she didn't care about status. Even being a mistress was fine.
But right now, she was living in another self's body. She couldn't drag the other her down with her and make her "give it away" too.
Akira understood, so he played along.
"Why a mistress? I wasn't married in my last life either. Wouldn't it have been fine if I just married you, Benika?"
"Hah! Stop talking big. You wouldn't be able to handle my face! I'm telling you, it was so horrific it could shake heaven and make ghosts cry—Yama would piss himself just looking at it!"
"Well, if you covered it up, it'd all be the same, right? Actually, not seeing might make it even hotter. Besides, tons of short‑video creators in my last life did that 'headless body' thing, didn't they?"
"You little punk—you really are a seasoned pervert! Wait, you were totally thinking, 'She's already an old lady and still calls herself onee-san—gross,' weren't you?! You think I'm old!"
"I'm innocent! I didn't! In my last life, I'd still call you a pretty onee-san!"
"I don't believe you! Unless you… let me kiss you again! Thirty seconds this time!"
"Benika, don't be a hooligan. If you keep this up, I'm going to—!"
"You're going to what?"
"I'm going to start charging!"
"Oh? So you're putting a price on yourself? Meaning as long as onee-san pays, I can do whatever I want?"
"Uh… I'm not cheap, you know?"
"Any amount's fine. Name it!"
"…"
Akira suddenly felt a twinge of regret. Had he opened a very dangerous door?
"I take it back. I'm not for sale!"
"You're cheating! Hurry up and name your price! Once I save up enough, you're mine!"
"No! Help! Assault! Indecency!"
The two of them bickered and laughed, fooling around.
But in truth, neither transmigrator took those words all that seriously. They were talking about "ifs," about "previous lives."
They both knew that, deep down, they could never go back.
But the Tashiro Benika of this world, listening to their exchange, felt something entirely different.
Shiro‑senpai… and the other me…
Why can't those regrets between them be something I fill in?
If not for them, I'd spend this whole life hiding in a corner, drowning in social anxiety. I'd never get to feel things like this…
They were the ones who pulled me up. Because of them, I found the courage to step forward—so I should repay that kindness too.
I can't do it yet. But if I try harder—if my social anxiety eases just a little, and I can touch Akira‑senpai without fainting from nerves…
Then… then I'll…
I'll give him my first time.
Even if we don't get married. Even if we don't date. It doesn't matter…
As long as the two of them from another world can stay by my side…
With those thoughts, Tashiro Benika's consciousness slowly sank into sleep.
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