frightfiction Chapter 302: Facing the True Self, I Will Continue to Make Mistakes
Chapter 302: Facing the True Self, I Will Continue to Make Mistakes
Chapter 302: Facing the True Self, I Will Continue to Make Mistakes
"I did say you shouldn’t be too cautious, but..."
Asagiri looked at Kind Mita, her eyes sparkling with anticipation, and couldn’t help but laugh.
"Isn’t this a little too honest?"
"They are all tired from today’s battle and are resting, right?"
Kind Mita smiled awkwardly.
The "they" she referred to were, naturally, Yuuki Asuna and the others. Because they had been through a grueling battle and sustained injuries earlier that day, Yuuki Asuna, Iwanaga Kotoko, and Kato Megumi had all gone home early to recover.
Immediately after, Kind Mita noticed the amusement in Asagiri’s eyes.
Her pretty face turned a soft shade of red, and she added in a voice as thin as a mosquito’s buzz,
"There’s nothing I can do even if I’m not honest... Sleepy Mita, Mira, and Short-haired Mita are all eagerly waiting..."
"Uh..." Asagiri wore a complex expression, unsure of how to comment. He asked curiously,
"I can understand Mita and Short-haired Mita, but Sleepy Mita has been sleeping the whole time. How do you know she’s waiting?"
Kind Mita told him the truth.
"I heard her talking in her sleep. Although her voice was muffled, she kept calling out ’Player’s’ name... and she was calling it while holding a pillow between her legs. I reasonably suspect that she was..."
"Having a spring... dream?"
"It felt like it."
"I see."
Asagiri nodded seriously, adding meaningfully,
"Then she must have been quite miserable in her dream."
Kind Mita’s face flushed at his words. She whispered shyly,
"I can probably imagine... Hat described it to all of us quite vividly after that time..."
"I see."
Asagiri nodded in agreement. Unlike Kind Mita, he showed no signs of shyness at all. He spoke as if they were discussing a serious academic topic.
"No wonder you dared to challenge me. It turns out you prepared a strategy in advance. Very good; your seriousness proves you are a strong person, but the house game is over. Tonight, I will use all my strength to completely defeat you."
Kind Mita possessed a dignified, gentle, and mature personality. Hearing Asagiri say such abstract and outrageous things made her face turn even redder. She pursed her lips and whispered,
"Well... you can now summon two Personas at the same time. If you don’t mind, do you want to call Short-haired Mita too?"
"That was my intention."
Seeing Asagiri agree without hesitation, Kind Mita couldn’t help but look hesitant. She asked tentatively,
"Could it be... is it because you have this idea that your ability to control Personas has evolved?"
"Maybe it really is."
Asagiri nodded, then said with a smile,
"Let’s go. Let’s change locations and get some ice cream."
Ten minutes later, in a commercial street in Shibuya.
"Is this Tokyo? Even though it’s past nine o’clock, the ice cream shop is still open. A twenty-four-hour ice cream shop... that’s amazing."
Hearing Short-haired Mita’s exclamation, Asagiri replied calmly,
"No, it’s not Tokyo—well, it is, but specifically it’s Shibuya. There are no bustling commercial streets like this open all night near where Megumi lives."
"I see..."
Short-haired Mita nodded, though she looked like she didn’t quite grasp the geography. She gently licked the cone in her hand, looking slightly embarrassed. She glanced at Asagiri, covering her inner shyness with a carefree tone.
"But... why me? Why not Sleepy Mita or Mira? Why did you summon me today?"
"It’s fine."
Asagiri waved his hand, watching Kind Mita and Short-haired Mita enjoy their sweets. He said righteously,
"Today it’s the two of you. The day after tomorrow, it will be Mira and Sleepy Mita. But since Sleepy Mita is always sleeping, I guess I can only call her out for ’nighttime activities.’"
Asagiri noticed a bit of white ice cream on the corner of Kind Mita’s mouth. He took out a napkin and gently wiped it away for her. This understated action made Kind Mita blush instantly. To cover her shyness and because she was genuinely worried, she asked,
"How about we go home first?"
"Huh? Can’t wait? So you’re the meat-eating type? I really didn’t expect that."
At Asagiri’s teasing, Kind Mita’s face burned. She said indignantly,
"What are you talking about? I’m just thinking... although no one else has seen me or Short-haired Mita, our appearances are identical to Crazy Mita and Hat. What if we meet a Player on the street who has seen them? Wouldn’t that expose your identity?"
"You don’t have to worry about that."
Asagiri walked through the commercial street with them, replying carelessly.
"There are only a few Players who have seen Crazy Mita and Hat. I remember the appearance of every single one of them. Besides, in the last Dungeon, the surviving Players saw what I look like anyway. You don’t need to worry."
"Speaking of which, I don’t quite understand."
As his Persona, Kind Mita’s heart was connected to Asagiri’s. Although she wasn’t present when he removed his mask in the last Dungeon, she still knew what had happened.
"Why did you show your true appearance then? I understand doing it to reassure the Players who were frightened, but there was no need to go that far, was there?"
Asagiri replied in a matter-of-fact tone,
"If I don’t take off my mask, how will they know who saved their lives?"
"Huh?" Kind Mita was stunned for a moment, then she burst into laughter.
"Based on my understanding of you, although you like to show off, you wouldn’t go so far as to..."
"Of course, it’s also to prepare for what’s to come,"
Asagiri interrupted calmly.
"Players who can survive to the third stage and clear the last Dungeon already have value worth recruiting. Today was the first large-scale war between Players from different worlds, but this kind of thing will definitely happen again. We can’t always be the only ones dealing with them. We must build a Player force in this world. If it were you, would you follow someone whose face you’ve never seen? The answer is obvious. Besides, exposing my identity won’t benefit the Players of this world; it would only bring them trouble. Players who have made it this far aren’t that foolish."
Asagiri smiled, speaking to the two Mitas as much as he was to himself.
"This game actually has faction wars. It’s getting more and more interesting."
A little later, at Asagiri’s home.
"It’s really delicious!"
Seeing Short-haired Mita still devouring the cake they bought on the commercial street, Kind Mita couldn’t help but sigh.
"Honestly, pay a little attention to your eating habits. Don’t be such a tomboy..."
Short-haired Mita immediately retorted,
"If every Mita had the same personality, wouldn’t that lose the point? There are people who like tomboyish girls, okay? Don’t you think so, Player?"
"Indeed."
Asagiri, who was browsing the web on his laptop, nodded in deep agreement.
"I’ve made a few eroge before, and there were always carefree tomboy characters. I have to say, seeing girls who are usually boyish show their shy side during... ’activities’—showing those expressions and calling out names like ’Master’ or ’Darling’—that contrast is a powerful stimulant. Therefore, I don’t dislike carefree girls at all."
Kind Mita’s face was red, and she sighed helplessly.
"Okay, okay. I know your preferred types are all-encompassing."
"Alright, the cake is finished, so I’ll go back first."
Kind Mita was stunned by Short-haired Mita’s words. "Going back already? Tonight..."
"Tonight belongs to you and Player."
Short-haired Mita walked over to Kind Mita, patted her shoulder, and gave a carefree smile.
"Even if I’m a tomboy, I still understand how these things work. At such an important time, of course you should be alone with him. Anyway, it’ll be my turn next time. Bye-bye!"
After Short-haired Mita vanished, Kind Mita turned to look at Asagiri sitting on the sofa. An involuntary blush crept over her features. She cautiously moved to sit beside him. To hide her nervousness, she tucked her long blue hair behind her ear, pretending to be calm.
"Um... what are you looking at?"
"Kayaba Akihiko. He is indeed a monster-level genius scientist."
Asagiri closed his laptop and set it on the coffee table. He finally turned his full attention to Kind Mita.
"Through your ability, I can understand the parts of his research related to electronic programs. But as for how to connect external devices with human brain waves to create an immersive reality... no one in this world can solve that except Kayaba himself."
"Fortunately, he is on our side, right?"
Kind Mita replied with a smile. She picked up a piece of cake with a small fork and held it to Asagiri’s mouth, looking graceful and gentle.
"Here, let me feed you."
"You eat it. I don’t really like cake,"
Asagiri replied. Then he turned his gaze back to her, his tone shifting.
"Unless you feed me yourself. That’s another matter."
"You... how are you so skilled at this?"
Kind Mita’s face flushed. She slightly parted her pink lips and took a bite of the cake. Then, she leaned in close to Asagiri’s lips, feeding it to him mouth-to-mouth. After a long, lingering moment, they finally separated, her breathing coming in short gasps.
"It’s delicious. Sweet."
"Cake is, of course..."
Kind Mita started, but then she saw the mischief in Asagiri’s eyes and realized he wasn’t talking about the cake. Overwhelmed by shyness, she could only mutter,
"Really... I’m the dating game character, so why are you more skilled than I am?"
"There’s a specialization in every profession," Asagiri replied solemnly.
"If we’re talking about swinging steel pipes, I’m definitely not as skilled as you. But when it comes to love, you’re still far behind, Miss Mita."
"You’re mentioning the steel pipe thing again."
Kind Mita recalled the first time they met. She had been in that basement, hitting water pipes with a steel pipe to attract attention, unaware that it was a trap set by Crazy Mita.
"Player..." A hint of gentle affection filled her eyes at the memory. She leaned her head onto Asagiri’s shoulder and whispered softly,
"Thank you."
"Nothing to thank me for."
Asagiri gently stroked her back and smiled.
"Although I saved you, in return, you have to be my Persona forever. It’s mutually beneficial, isn’t it?"
"You just..."
Kind Mita’s face flushed as she glared at him.
"Did you just want to say something vulgar? Mmm..."
Before she could finish, Asagiri sealed her lips with his. After another deep kiss, her face was completely crimson, and she sank back into the soft cushions of the sofa. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her voice trembling with shy surrender.
"Of course... as long as you like it... I like it too. I have no objections..."
"I’ve prepared a set of clothes just for you."
"Huh? Really?" Kind Mita looked surprised, then a bit awkward. "But... as Mita, I don’t have the authority to change my own clothes. You’ll have to help me put them on..."
An hour later, Kind Mita lay in the master bedroom, dressed in a black JK uniform. Her fair neck and cheeks were damp with sweat, and the once neat uniform was now a disheveled mess. Her breathing was ragged.
"I really... can’t do any more... please spare me..."
Her long legs, clad in black knee-high socks, trembled. She looked up at Asagiri with a pitiful, tearful gaze. Compared to the other Mitas, Kind Mita’s stamina was the weakest, comparable to an ordinary girl’s. Under the full assault of Tokyo’s number one Eroge Shooter, she was overwhelmed and on the verge of collapse.
"I’m not sparing you at all." Asagiri reached out and gently pinched her cheek, a smile playing on his lips. "It pains me to see you so exhausted, but to be honest, seeing you with tears in your eyes, begging for mercy... I’m afraid my beastly nature has overcome my reason. I have succumbed to my desires, and I will continue to make mistakes."
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