"Don't worry, President," Nagisa's voice dripped with teasing playfulness, her lips curling into a wicked smile. "Kou-kun's going to be real gentle with you."
Despite being nothing more than a projection born from Kouhei's imagination, Nagisa felt disturbingly real. Her posture, her tone, even the way her eyes sparkled with mischief—it was all too familiar, too accurate. It was as if she were truly standing there, her presence tangible, her teasing words echoing in Yuuna's ears.
"Kouhei seems quite determined to do whatever he pleases with you, President," Hina added, her voice low and soft, carrying that chilling, emotionless quality she was known for. Her vacant expression, the cold detachment in her eyes—it was all perfectly replicated. Kouhei had captured their essence flawlessly, his imagination breathing life into these illusions. Just how powerful was this Love Link container?