Social death...?

Through the experiential observation mode in the life simulation, Satoru discovered various tools, professionally crafted and exquisite, used for bondage, restraint, and other purposes. There were also various medications for treating abrasions, injuries, and so on.

He had a faint suspicion because even if she drugged him, there were many ways to dispose of him. So why go through the trouble of handcuffs and shackles in the basement? Moreover, all the necessary living facilities, including a bed, were provided, and there was even electricity. It seemed like everything was prepared in advance!

The description of Satoru's "Flawless" talent also made it clear. After interpreting it, he concluded that girls without any special fetishes would behave like the female classmates sitting in front of him in class or some of his friends. They would be attracted to his physical attractiveness and engage in normal interactions between men and women.

However, for those with certain fetishes, they could find something in him that would drive them crazy, and once they became obsessed, there were no limits to what they might do.

Yes, perhaps she already had an inclination or interest before, but she become rapidly catalyzed after meeting him? Or was she already heavily inclined towards it?

Previously, Satoru only had some doubts. After all, those tools only proved one possibility. But now, looking at this paid rope bondage program, his doubts expanded.

Although it didn't fit her petite and cute figure, nor her gentle and quiet demeanor, people are complex beings that can't be judged solely by appearances...

Miyano Mirai should be quite skilled in cooking, and she had indeed made thorough preparations in advance. Now, she was in the final stage of cooking, putting the prepared vegetables and meat on the small table. Finally, she brought over the small pot filled with the barbecue soup base, presenting it like a centerpiece.

"Miyano-san, you have quite some strength, don't you?" Satoru helped by taking the pot from her, allowing her to get the heat-resistant pad and the induction cooker. In the process, he felt its weight.

She indeed had sufficient strength to carry it to the basement. How could such a petite figure hide such strength? He had thought all her nutrition was concentrated in the prominent and well-shaped parts that contrasted with her petite figure, but apparently, there was more to her.

"Ah... I often do heavy work back in my hometown, and... naturally, I do have quite some strength." Mirai bit her lip and quickly explained. 

Girls with strong strength can give the impression of being rough and wild... she feel a bit disheartened.

The hotpot emitted a warm and inviting aroma. The combination of various mushrooms and the rich broth created a delightful fragrance, with the white soup contrasting beautifully with the green vegetables. It was very tempting.

"Ah, it looks cute." Satoru said with a smile.

He took out a tissue and wiped away the sweat on her forehead. The apartment's doors and windows were closed in the winter, making it a bit stuffy. She had been using high heat for efficiency, and the roaring flames created by the gas gave her face a touch of color.

"I should help you." Satoru said, his movements gentle and attentive.

"There's no need for guests to do that..." Mirai blushed deeply this time.

She had never expected him to be so caring and gentle in helping her wipe off the sweat. The glistening spring-like emotions shimmered in her eyes, and each wipe of the tissue caused ripples in her heart, tightening her emotions and making her breath quicken.

She gently rubbed her tightly pressed legs, and the ambiguous atmosphere slowly accumulated.

"Okay." Satoru withdrew his hand. He had to rely on his handsome appearance and unparalleled attractiveness to her.

"T-Thank you..." Mirai breathed a sigh of relief. She touched her flushed cheek, feeling the heat radiating from her face. She glanced at her phone screen nearby, and her neck, earlobes, and even deeper parts were tinted with a blush.

Feeling even hotter, she unbuttoned a couple of buttons, analyzing that he probably liked bigger... 

The induction cooker worked hard, and the boiling soup in the pot made a bubbling sound, adding a sense of restlessness.

"Did Miyano-san also purchase this program? Are you interested in rope bondage?" Satoru asked, seizing the opportunity as he noticed her continued flushed face.

"Ah??" Mirai widened her eyes, looking at him in disbelief. She slowly turned to face the television, where a replay of a late-night program was playing. Her already overheated brain suddenly malfunctioned.

How should she explain? How should she explain?? How should she explain?!!! 

Mirai became more and more anxious, her delicate hands clenched into fists under the table, her arms trembling slightly. What should she do?

"I, I..." Mirai couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation. She felt a wave of social death, wanting to kill herself and start over. It was so difficult to invite him to her home, to have a chance to be alone with him, to experience his gentleness and sensitivity...

How did she end up exposing this side of herself?!! She felt like crying but couldn't shed tears.