Chapter 31: Nijima Haruka
There was nothing. Not a single piece of porn on her phone or her laptop. I had also browsed through her chat, but there were only meaningless conversations and some unrelated messages from her mom. Not a single older gentleman asked for paid dates. Heck, her friend list was smaller than I thought. It only listed friends from school. Does she not have an uncle or a father? It looked like she was estranged from her family. Only her mother was here.
I thought about exploring her house, so I left the room. This is a small 1 LDK apartment. Unlike my 4 LDK apartment, this apartment only has one bedroom. Apparently, the family repurposed their storage room into Nijima’s bedroom. Her room really only has her bed and nothing else.
Her laptop, her school books, and her clothes were all inside a hanging shelf. Folded neatly.
“Nijima, aren’t you sleeping yet?” I haven’t seen her mother, but from her phone, she must be her mother. Through her messages, she called her “Mom.”
“No, Mom. I haven’t.”
“I see. Have you met any rich men yet? I know you don’t like your father much, but not everyone is like him. You’ve got to have a good husband if you want to survive in this world.”
“Ah. He is about to get out of jail, right?” I saw her messages with her mom.
“Hah… Now we have more mouths to feed. No one would hire an ex-convict. Can you do something, Nijima?” She sighed. When I looked at her mom, she certainly looked young. She was slim and had large breasts. Not as big as Noelle’s, of course. But she would certainly be in the MILF category.
Alas, her beauty was tarnished by her comments. Like mother, like daughter, I guess. Now I know where she got that materialistic trait.
Except I can’t find a single piece of dirt about Nijima!
Damn it! Don’t tell me Nijima is actually innocent! Someone who acted promiscuous or like a playgirl but never actually had any experience.
But from her mother’s comment earlier, Nijima seemed to hate her father. Unlike Yuuno and her father’s debt, Nijima only needed shelter. I could provide her that much. My apartment is a 4LDK. I have four bedrooms, a kitchen, and a living room. She could move here without any baggage. I could help her.
“I am going back to sleep, Mom. Good night.” I escaped. After I went back to my bed, I returned to my room. When I came back, my room was untouched. Nijima had slept through the entire thing.
Now’s a good time. Let’s go into her dream. I will recreate her house and her mother's . Since I don’t have an NPC upgrade, she couldn’t move. But her presence alone should elicit some response.
“Hm… I wonder whether I should try to do that public sex thing with Sakura. She could have a thick coat with her, then as I brought her to an empty parking lot, I could order her to strip and fuck her senseless. That should complete the mission. I need either that controllable NPC or body modification skill for the dream upgrade,” I muttered as I saw Nijima kicking the wall in annoyance.
It turned out it wasn’t necessary. Nijima spilled out her secret on her own. She didn’t even come out of her room to meet her mother.
“Fuck! Dad is coming home! If I don’t find any men to leech on, he is going to abuse me and Mom again!” Nijima cursed. A light bulb popped into my head. I then whispered from outside the room.
“Wasn’t there Makoto? He is a blessed person. Although low-ranked, he had an apartment and an income. Couldn’t you just offer your body to him in exchange?” I whispered. I strained my voice a bit, trying to make it alien. Thanks to the room, it echoed. I smirked. This is the perfect opportunity! Once I got Sakura’s approval, Nijima could stay in my apartment. Then, I could train her and farm points from her.
“No! I hate men! I don’t want to have sex with him! Moreover, he is Sakura’s boyfriend. I can’t steal him from her. Sakura is my friend. Ugh… Isn’t there some way I can leech off him without having sex with him?” Nijima sprawled on her bed, throwing tantrums like a kid.
I reeled at her declaration. She is the textbook example of the woman I hate the most.
“Hah… It’s over. I am finished…” I muttered as I canceled my dreamscape and returned to my room. Not only is Nijima a materialistic girl, she is a man-hater. I thought she was just joking about it!
“Damn it.” I cursed. I just landed myself the worst kind of girl I could aim for. The worst part? I can’t change my target. Now I am stuck with her unless I kill her.
“Ughh. I don’t want to be with Nijima either!” I shouted to no one. Her attitude is the worst! This power was like temptation from a devil. Before I knew it, I had grown dependent on it. No, it’s not like I grew dependent on it. The power offered me a steady and lucrative job.
I fell into a slumber not even an hour later. The next day, Sakura brought me a bento box, and we ate together. Our relationship had become official. The opinion about Sakura was split into two: either she was a materialistic girl, chasing me because my future was secured as a blessed person, or smart for snatching me soon after I had become blessed.
Women. They always had things for gossip. Can’t they just mind their own business?
Among the girls, I saw Nijima eyeing me with a dangerous look. When I turned to her, she looked away. I blinked for a second, then understanding finally came to me.
Ah, so that’s how it was. Despite rejecting my advice outright last night, she actually contemplated becoming part of my harem. Tonight, I shall dive into her dreams once more. Then, I will dive into Sakura’s dream.
Huh? Being honest? There is no way I will outright say it to her. I need to test the waters in her dream first. Sakura had become an obedient girl, but she was a person, not a doll. She had grown attached to me. But she suddenly went rabid whenever I mentioned other girls. I need to tread this carefully. Presenting this as a play, not a replacement. I am not sure she would approve of being in a harem with a mediocre adventurer like me.
And so, at night, I dived into Sakura’s dream.
In a white room, Sakura hopped to me like an obedient pet. I patted her like I used to, and after chaining her to a chair, I summoned a female doll resembling Noelle. In front of her, I began to grope the doll, simulating an NTR experience. I smirked while looking at her. Sakura sat there with bloodshot eyes. Her body trembled as she sobbed.
“… No… No… No!! Makoto is mine!!” Sakura cried, lashing out at the restraints that bound her. She wailed and screamed like a maniac. The dreamscape shattered. I knew why. The dreamscape couldn’t hold its occupant against their will, so if they resisted, they would shatter it. Sakura woke up beside me. Her breathing turned ragged. She looked at me with bloodshot eyes as if she was about to kill me. I sweated buckets, but I tried to maintain my cool. That was just a dream. Sakura should have perceived it that way.
As to why Sakura was here, she hadn’t moved in yet. But she had been staying over every other day or so. I don’t know why, but she seemed to enjoy cooking lately. I had no idea why. It’s tiresome. Instant noodles and street stalls are supposed to be my staple food until now. But lately, I haven’t been to my favourite stall.
“Hm? What’s the matter? Want to go to the bathroom?” I muttered. “Heck!!”
Sakura choked me. No, she didn’t, but she mounted me with bloodshot eyes and grabbed my shoulder. Whoa, she was scary. I had no idea. When had she turned into a yandere? She looked like she was about to kill me.
“W-what’s wrong, Sakura?”
“… Nothing.” Or so she said, but that dream clearly had disturbed her. Sakura went back to sleep while hugging me tight. Too tight. Her arm is choking me for real.
“Sakura. You are choking me,” I whispered.
“Ah. Sorry. Um… Don’t leave me,” she said.
“I won’t leave you. As long as you are obedient.” I patted her head.
“I dreamed of seeing you with another girl. With your adventurer party. She was more beautiful than me. Strong and beautiful.”
Noelle certainly had bigger boobs than Sakura, but saying that she was more beautiful than her was a bit wrong. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Noelle is more on the cute side, while Sakura could pass as a model. She was just insecure.
“I will never leave you. You are mine. Even if I see another woman, you are mine. I will not throw you away,” I whispered. Sakura pouted. This bitch was getting our relationship over her head. If she thinks she could control me, she got it wrong big time.
I want to make it clear, but I held my tongue. It would do nothing but hurt her. Let’s just take this relationship one step closer at a time. Let’s see whether I could influence her dream again tomorrow.
As I scrolled through my status, I was surprised. The bond that had deteriorated went back to 60!
Sakura. What a fearsome girl. I didn’t know you had that interest. Or maybe the system judged things differently. Now I know what steps to take next. If I do this correctly, it will be like hitting two birds with one stone.