Second time life simulation?!!

The excitement and urgency overwhelmed Miura Saya, and the blush spread from her cheeks to her neck, earlobes, and even the exposed skin on her chest where the unbuttoned buttons revealed a faint cleavage tinted with a peachy hue.

She inadvertently brought her legs together and rubbed them, sensing something brewing. Suddenly, she withdrew her hand.

"What's wrong?" Satoru raised an eyebrow curiously.

"That's enough!" She breathed heavily in short gasps.

Continuing further was a concern she couldn't control herself and... She unconsciously rubbed her closed legs again, and her cheeks became even more enticingly flushed.

Satoru observed her with a pensive gaze, noting that she simply adjusted the position of her palm with a light touch. Was that enough? She had good self-control.

Though she appeared to be emotionally stirred, Satoru wasn't boasting. He could elicit a similar mix of shyness and excitement from any other girl. It was a pitiful yet adorable expression.

"I will take the initiative to communicate and play with her, introduce her to my circle of friends, and then see the results to decide the next step..."

Miura Saya quickly composed herself, fearing that he would despise her if she acted like a nymphomaniac! 

However, the surging heartbeat and the arising shyness made it impossible for her to contain herself! He was so handsome that even a gentle touch on her cheek felt like an honor, a priceless treasure!

"Please, take care of her." Satoru thanked her with a smile.

Miura Saya shook her head, feeling like she had gained a great advantage.

"Am I the first opposite-sex peer of the same age to touch Night God's cheek?"

Though Satoru had close relationships with many attractive girls, his reputation unexpectedly remained good. Miura Saya could tell from their interactions that he was a cautious and polite person. Most likely, like herself, many people took the initiative to approach him, right?

And he was someone who didn't know how to refuse... But she hadn't heard of anyone making any actual progress.

"It seems so." Satoru pondered and chuckled.

Miura Saya's smile became radiant.

She lowered her head and noticed that her chest was also tinted with a peachy hue. She wanted to button up, but it wasn't convenient. She glanced at him, who was eating, and recalled their recent encounter. Confirming that he must have seen quite a bit, her body, which still had some strength, suddenly turned weak and soft.

"Why is Yagami-lun so concerned about Miyano-san?" she quickly changed the topic, not wanting to dwell on it and having to go to the restroom later.

"She helped me out, and she's quite cute. Plus, we're friends. I can contribute a little to repay her kindness." Satoru shrugged.

He couldn't possibly say it was to avoid being captured and held captive in the basement by the blackened Miura Mirai, right?

After exchanging pleasantries and finishing their meal, the two of them left the rooftop together.

"Leave it to me, Yagami-kun!" Miura Saya said confidently, patting her chest.

Satoru praised her and bid farewell, then left.

As he sat back down in the classroom, he recalled being invited this afternoon to admire the snowy scenery captured by Miyano Mirai's friend in her hometown. As a precaution, he started his second time life simulation in his mind:

[Simulation Start]

[On February 15, after school, you were invited to join Miyano Mirai's snowscape viewing date. The snowscape in Otaru, Hokkaido, was truly beautiful. You enjoyed a pleasant conversation with her while sipping hot tea. You caught a pleasant scent of sandalwood, and Mirai explained that it was a handmade item that helps calm the mind... You woke up to find yourself shackled and confined in a basement.]

"???"

Satoru clenched his fist and hammered it against his leg, gritting his teeth.