Fei-yu returned home in the evening. He let himself in with his key. "I'm home~"
No one answered. The lights were on, and music was playing. Did Mitsuko-san fall asleep practicing yoga again? He walked into the living room and found her exactly as he expected, sprawled on the sofa in her tight yoga gear, her chest rising and falling rhythmically.
He grabbed a thin blanket from the bedroom and draped it over her. He watched her peaceful face for a moment, tracing her soft cheek with his knuckles. She looked like a young girl in her sleep.
He took Ayato's clothes and threw them in the wash. While waiting, he chatted with the girls. He told Hana-chan he had a surprise for her soon. She replied with a cute "OK" sticker.
He opened Share. He was impressed; rich women really knew how to build a platform. He scrolled through food and music videos, feeling a sense of nostalgia for his past life. Then, he heard a voice that made his skin crawl.
"Like, can you even imagine?~"
Fei-yu froze. The screen showed the "Square Watermelon" filter. Is there another transmigrator here?! He nearly crushed his phone. But then he calmed down. Even if there was, it didn't change his life. He just wanted to be a "Kamen Rider" who hunted NTR perverts.
He realized the watermelon was square because Japanese watermelons are square. It was just a localized version of the "cringe" content from his old world. Ugh, brain rot is universal, he thought, moving to swipe away.
But curiosity got the better of him. He unpaused.
"So like, these three 'bottom-tier' guys in the hospital are bragging about saving girls. Like, do we even need saving? So delusional!"
Fei-yu immediately blocked the account. "The filter hides the face, but the caption reveals the lack of a brain," he muttered. He took a deep breath. He needed to go see Hana-chan and "recharge" his soul by sucking on her for a while.
He didn't notice that in his haste to block, he had accidentally hit 'Follow.'
At the hospital, Kurokawa saw a notification. A user named "NTR Hunter" had followed her. The profile picture was a cool, Q-version of a knight with a bloody sword standing over a bull-headed monster. "NTR Hunter? What a chuunibyou name," she mocked. "Probably some basement-dwelling creep. Well, you're my first fan, so I'll let you stay."
She bragged to Tachibana about her "fan," but Tachibana ignored her. Tachibana was staring at her own phone. She had just uploaded a simple photo of herself in a mask as a profile picture, and her follower count was already exploding.