Miss Kaguya Wants My Surrender

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"Where do normal Female Ghosts try to grab people?"

Amamiya Natsuki spoke while looking at the Female Ghost with tally marks all over her thigh: "Like that subway pervert Miss."

The subway hummed along.

In the cold subway car, Amamiya Natsuki's voice was calm and indifferent.

"Wrist?"

Fujiwara Chika thought and answered.

"And the shoulder." This was the Blonde Hot Girl's answer.

Finally, the short-haired girl: "That... In horror movies, Female Ghosts usually like to choke people's necks, right?"

"In short, Female Ghosts also choose the most convenient posture when grabbing people," Amamiya Natsuki continued. "So, under what circumstances would a Female Ghost grab someone's ankle?"

"I know!"

Fujiwara Chika's eyes lit up, and she excitedly blurted out the answer: "The guy who attacked Marin-chan could only reach Marin-chan's ankle for some reason."

"..."

Hearing this, all the players looked at the corpse lying at the subway entrance.

This was a middle-aged man in a suit, suffering from severe hair loss, lying face down on the floor, facing the subway entrance. His face was pale, and his lips were purplish-black... Anyone could tell it was a corpse.

"All Female Ghost passengers are standing in the corner. We previously thought they were afraid of the monsters outside the subway," Amamiya Natsuki continued. "Actually, there's another possibility: they're afraid of the uncle lying at the entrance."

"The people on the subway are either Female Ghost passengers or players. How can there be a corpse?"

"So, there is only one truth—"

Amamiya Natsuki pressed his fingers to his brow and said in a deep voice, "He's not a corpse at all!"

"..."

At this point, Amamiya Natsuki turned and signaled to Fujiwara Chika with his eyes.

"Nya?"

Fujiwara Chika tilted her head and looked over, her beautiful pink eyes full of confusion.

"Hurry up and use the combined technique," Amamiya Natsuki reminded her, speechless.

This is a horror game, what are you meowing about!

Although according to the deduction, the Female Ghost on the ground could not move before the lights went out.

Otherwise, when they were looking for the lighter earlier, they would have already knelt.

But it's better to be safe than sorry.

Only Don, the Outlaw, could make people feel completely at ease.

"I know." Secretary Fujiwara quickly nodded, pointing at the corpse lying on the floor. "Don, the Outlaw, I call out to you, do you dare to answer?"

The next moment.

A cold, hoarse voice suddenly came from the corpse's mouth.

"...Don is here!"

"He spoke." The Blonde Hot Girl took half a step back, unable to help but say, "It really is a Spirit!"

Amamiya Natsuki stepped forward and touched the middle-aged man's body, immediately feeling invigorated again.

No matter if you are the Boss in the game dungeon, as long as you are called Don, the Lawless Outlaw, even if you are a god, he will still catch you.

Throughout the entire process, the middle-aged Ghost lay motionless on the ground.

Mrs. Shimizu walked forward, bent down, and picked up the middle-aged man's briefcase that had fallen to the ground, taking out an empty plastic medicine bottle from it.

"This is a heart stimulant," Mrs. Shimizu pursed her lips slightly, a hint of reminiscence appearing on her delicate and charming face. "...I used to take it often."

As someone with heart disease, she naturally took plenty of heart stimulants.

"We've caught this uncle, why hasn't the game been cleared yet?"

Fujiwara Chika asked curiously.

"Because there's still something left to do," Amamiya Natsuki looked at the Female Ghost passenger. "You falsely accused this uncle of being a pervert, didn't you?"

"Others chose to stand by, minding their own business, not getting involved."

"Even though this uncle collapsed on the ground due to a heart attack, no one offered a helping hand."

"That's why you are trapped on the subway and cannot leave."

"So that's it." The Blonde Hot Girl, Kitagawa, suddenly understood.

"This behavior is really too much." Fujiwara Chika's willow-like brows furrowed. "Being a pervert is bad enough, but falsely accusing someone of being a pervert is even worse!"

Japan's pervert crime operates on the principle of presumption of guilt. In short, if you cannot provide evidence to prove your innocence, then you are presumed guilty.

However, women who falsely accuse men of being perverts do not have to pay any cost, and women often use this method to extort money from others.

After revealing the truth, the game was still not cleared.

Amamiya Natsuki couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

So clearing the injustice isn't the way to clear the game, the real method is to throw the middle-aged uncle out of the subway?

"Natsuki-kun," Mrs. Shimizu leaned close to Amamiya Natsuki's ear and whispered, "That humming sound just now was the sound of a defibrillator."

Amamiya Natsuki thought for a moment and quickly understood.

For the middle-aged uncle lying on the ground, more than having his injustice cleared, he hoped someone would offer a helping hand and let him live.

The subway slowly decelerated, and darkness descended again.

Amamiya Natsuki flipped the uncle's Female Ghost body over and began performing CPR according to the knowledge he had learned in health class.

The next moment.

The world before him suddenly froze.

The game's notification sound echoed in all players' ears.

The game has been cleared and will exit in ten seconds. All players please prepare.

"Shimizu-nee," Amamiya Natsuki quickly turned and looked at Mrs. Shimizu. "Come back quickly."

He wasn't sure if Mrs. Shimizu would leave the game with him, or if she might be left in the subway.

So he couldn't take that risk.

If he lost Mrs. Shimizu, Miss Ice Princess would definitely fight him to the death!

"Okay."

Mrs. Shimizu nodded slightly and swiftly attached herself to Amamiya Natsuki.

"It really is a vengeful spirit."

The Blonde Hot Girl, Kitagawa, widened her eyes.

She was still struggling, while others were already commanding vengeful spirits. They weren't even playing the same game!

"Marin-chan, Shimizu-nee is not a vengeful spirit," Fujiwara Chika quickly said. "I'll add you to the group chat later. We can talk more once you're in."

Shinomiya Kaguya's corporate empire had not yet been established, but Fujiwara Chika had already successfully formed a player mutual aid association... though currently, it was just a small group with a handful of new players.

Ten seconds flew by. There was no time for more conversation before everything suddenly went black.

After a slight dizziness, Amamiya Natsuki came to, already back on the crowded subway.

He looked down at his phone; exactly one minute had passed.

Ten seconds of exit time... presumably to allow players to manage their facial expressions, lest they suddenly burst into tears or screams and suffer social death.

"Hmm..." Fujiwara Chika blinked, then turned to look around, leaning close to Amamiya Natsuki's ear and whispering, "We're back?"

Amamiya Natsuki nodded slightly, pressing his fingers to his temples: "Today really isn't suitable for long trips."

His body wasn't tired, but mental fatigue was unavoidable.

"You said we triggered a special scene earlier. Could it be this subway train?"

Fujiwara Chika suddenly realized.

"Very likely," Amamiya Natsuki replied in a low voice. "Perhaps even this specific subway car we're in."

"Let's not think about it anymore," Fujiwara Chika shook her head, taking out her blood-stained notebook. "I'll add Marin-chan to the mutual aid group first. Marin-chan actually goes to our school, but her class is far away, so we haven't met yet."

"Stare--"

Fujiwara Chika suddenly tilted her head, eyes wide, staring unblinkingly at Amamiya Natsuki.

"Why are you suddenly looking at me?"

Amamiya Natsuki leaned back slightly, creating distance.

"Natsuki-kun," Fujiwara Chika's voice was faint, "What was the name of the other player who cleared the game with us?"

Amamiya Natsuki pondered: "...Tomoya Aki?"

"Not that boy," Fujiwara Chika shook her head. "The female player who was with us."

Amamiya Natsuki frowned slightly, shocked to realize he only remembered she had a short bob haircut, was of average height and build, and her face was a blurry mess in his mind.

"That short-haired girl... what was her name?"

"I forgot."

"..."

The two looked at each other in silence.

Fujiwara Chika nervously hugged Amamiya Natsuki's arm: "G-Ghost player!"

A moment later.

The subway arrived at the station.

Amamiya Natsuki and the pink-haired girl got off the subway and dispersed at the exit.

"Natsuki-kun, see you tomorrow," Fujiwara Chika waved goodbye, her voice clear.

"See you tomorrow."

Amamiya Natsuki nodded, turned, and left.

It was past eight in the evening when he got home. Amamiya Natsuki had originally planned to call Miko over to recharge, but unfortunately, Yotsuya's aunt was already home from work, and Miko didn't want to come, so he had to give up.

"Ugh, finally home."

Mrs. Shimizu raised her hands above her head, stretched languidly, then looked over expectantly: "Natsuki-kun, my phone, my phone, give me the spare one."

"No," Amamiya Natsuki walked to the refrigerator, opened it, looked at the human-headed evil spirit inside, expressionlessly eliminated it, then took out a can of cola. "Miko isn't coming to recharge, so you can't play on your phone in your current state."

If you keep playing, you'll successfully cultivate immortality and ascend directly!

"How can you be like this?" Mrs. Shimizu was immediately disappointed, then her eyes suddenly lit up. "I've thought of a way."

"What?"

Amamiya Natsuki took a sip of cola and looked over at her question.

"How about I help Natsuki-kun recharge?" Mrs. Shimizu crossed her left leg over her right, extended a finger, lightly pressed her thigh, and her lips curved into a joyful arc. "If Miko can, and Kaguya-chan can, then I can help Natsuki-kun recharge too, right?"

It must be said, this Mrs. Shimizu was indeed super beautiful, every gesture and smile exceptionally lovely.

Compared to Miss Ice Princess who was always expressionless, Mrs. Shimizu was elegant and charming.

"I used to... ugh, when I was alive, I specifically learned how to give you a massage," Mrs. Shimizu showed a charming smile, her voice seductive. "My technique is definitely much better than Kaguya-chan's and Miko-chan's; I guarantee Natsuki-kun will be very comfortable."

"..."

He didn't know about comfort, but generating your own power and then recharging yourself—are you trying to become the perpetual motion machine king of pseudoscientists?!

All perpetual motion machines are hoaxes, and Amamiya Natsuki just felt it was unreliable. After thinking for a while, he still shook his head and refused:

"Forget it, I just want to rest well now. We'll talk about it tomorrow."

In collection

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