"Mmh."
Fei-yu agreed to Hanako's request. He didn't feel any resentment toward the girl's overly familiar attitude. In fact, he felt a deep sense of pity for Hanako, who had been brutally murdered and turned into a bound spirit.
While some people spend their teens shining bright, others are left with nothing but loneliness, trapped in a single place without care or salvation. All Fei-yu could do now was look after her as much as possible before she finally passed on to the afterlife. As long as her requests weren't too outrageous, he was happy to fulfill them. This wasn't about building a harem; it was pure sympathy for a pathetic girl.
Upon receiving Fei-yu's promise, Hanako's small, palm-sized face lit up with a smile. Ever since she began possessing Fei-yu to share his sense of taste, the highlight of her day was the lunch hour, where she could savor delicious food.
Hmph... This "Big Radish" might be a total player, but he's unexpectedly kind, Hanako thought, rolling over playfully on top of Fei-yu.
So warm... Curled up in Fei-yu's arms like a kitten, Hanako felt the heat radiating from his body. She couldn't resist nuzzling her cheek against his chest.
Wait! Why am I praising this two-timing bastard! Her face flushed crimson, and she instantly floated up from his embrace. She glared at him with her large, spirited eyes, filled with bashful irritation. Perhaps because she had died while preparing for a confession, she had developed an obsession with "pure love" as a ghost. While she was grateful for the food, seeing him act so intimate with two beautiful girls—to the point of having "indecent" relationships—made her teeth itch with frustration. If she weren't relying on him, she would definitely haunt and prank this philanderer.
Over the past few days, Hanako had observed the two girls.
First, there was Minato Tenkawa, the one whose lap Fei-yu was currently using as a pillow. Beautiful, gentle, curvy, and an excellent cook... she was nearly perfect. She was the ideal type for most boys, and she had made almost every bento Hanako had tasted. Hanako couldn't understand why such a flawless girl would love Fei-yu so much. During lunch, Minato would take one bite herself and then feed Fei-yu three or four. If he didn't refuse, it looked like she would happily starve herself just to make sure his stomach was full. Her love was doting, almost obsessive.
Then there was Yui-shin Aono. While she wasn't as "crazy" as Minato, Hanako could tell she was deeply in love with Fei-yu too. If Minato weren't around, Yui-shin would likely be just as bold.
Seeing two top-tier beauties so devoted to one guy was a direct assault on Hanako's "pure love" sensibilities. She was baffled.
Is it just because he's a little more handsome than the average guy? Hanako floated directly above him, scrutinizing his face. Since she hadn't spent much time with him, she could only judge by appearances, grumbling to herself.
Fei-yu had no idea Hanako had spent the last few minutes roasting him in her mind. If he knew, he'd definitely retaliate. He'd make sure she didn't get any sushi next Monday, or even better, he'd add a bunch of cilantro to everything—a flavor she hated.
Of course, he didn't know. He only tracked her presence through the drop in temperature. Whenever Hanako was near, the air grew chilly, and when she possessed him, the sensation was unmistakable. Just now, he felt his body warm up, signaling she had left his side. He assumed she had gone back to rest after getting her fill.
Lying on those soft thighs, Fei-yu stared at the sky, enjoying the sensation of a warm, delicate hand stroking his face. Sometimes, Minato's overwhelming tenderness made him feel lost. He wondered how someone like him deserved such a devoted girl. It felt like a dream, or like he was the protagonist of some cheap erotic novel.
Before he could sink too deep into thought, the warmth of her fingers and her intoxicating scent pulled him back. He looked up into Minato's gentle face. She was leaning over, gazing down at him. Her violet eyes were filled with a deep, melting affection.
Fei-yu's heart skipped a beat. His breathing turned heavy. If this was a dream, he hoped he'd never wake up. If it was a story, he hoped for a happy ending—not like those web novels that get dropped halfway through. He especially hoped the "author" didn't have a habit of writing tragic accidents.
"Sleep, Fei-yu. Everything will be fine. Minato will stay right here with you," she whispered, her voice like a sweet, comforting cloud.
Fei-yu felt himself being enveloped in peace. His sleepiness took over, and his wandering thoughts vanished. Regardless of whether this was a dream or reality, the warmth of the girl holding him was real.
I must be having these weird thoughts because I haven't 'hunted a bull' in a while... His final conscious thought was that his lack of NTR-slaying action was making him moody. If it weren't for those damn "Rules of the World," he would have reduced every NTR-bastard to ashes on sight.
Minato smiled, watching Fei-yu as he buried his face into her soft stomach. Beside them, Yui-shin watched with envy. She wondered when she could join them like that.
"Yui-shin, come here. Rest for a bit. I'll wake you both when it's time for class," Minato said, turning her gaze toward the younger girl.
Yui-shin blinked, then beamed. She scrambled over and sat down next to Minato, leaning her head on her shoulder. She wrapped her arms around Minato's arm, pressing it between her developing breasts, and happily closed her eyes.
I hope one day I can sleep together with Minato- too... Yui-shin thought, intoxicated by the scent of the older girl.