Chapter 1113 - Another Fan Service
—Thus, ten-odd minutes later.
"May I declare victory?"
""""""""""Do as you please............""""""""""
Until their hearts were content, until their bodies lay flat. Every single one of the challengers who had come at me to the end of their limits was now rolling around in a pleasant hellish scene of regret-free near-death states.
As I should show, my breathing wasn't disturbed in the slightest.
I, who had performed my fan service without taking a single step out of the 'circle' of restriction I had imposed on myself, gave a wry smile at the voices of the heaps of corpses returned in response to my murmur...
"Well then."
I appropriately thrust up my fist in a victory standing—and so,
"""""—!"""""
What came falling down, without tiring, were extremely ticklish high-pitched cheers... and.
Male fans are, if I may say so, easy to handle. They're happy if I interact with them like a friend, and there's nothing particularly troubling; I can enjoy it myself.
—But the problem is the women (this side).
"............ ...Ah— now then......?"
I'm truly, infinitely troubled by how I should respond. Having them accept watching the brawl with the guys from the closest seats as fan service... is,
Well, you know.
I looked around at the eyes of the remaining seventy or so women who hadn't raised their hands to participate in the punch-out exchange. While not necessarily pushy, I could certainly see the light of 'expectation' in their eyes, and as expected, the choice to ignore them and move on felt discouraging... so,
"Ah, eh............ so......"
So— well, I guess so?
Aside from showing off my physical strength, what can I give to the fans—
"Whew—...... alright, then, for those of you (yes) who didn't participate in the punch-out."
Since I could only think of a few such things that could be counted.
"Ah, ............................how about a handshake event, or something—"
The instant I uncurled my right hand, which I had thrust up for the standing, and made a proposal while waving it and gauging their reactions. No, really, it was an instant that could only be described as a split second.
I was surrounded with a momentum that even those rioters from earlier would have envied, and I lost all scenery except for people.
What is this, it's scary. Help me...
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—Thus, the women who didn't participate in the handshake event watched such a chain-reaction hellish scene.
"...He really is an idiot, that guy."
"Ah, ah, Lord [Clown] is truly full of openings."
"That's the cute part about him, though."
"Uwah..."
That is, the girls who were not fans but categorized as friends or other non-general forces were saying whatever they wanted about the boy (idiot) who was flustered and turning blue rather than red while surrounded by the opposite sex.
—Needless to say, as usual, Arcadia players are all handsome men and beautiful women. With the cheat-like trick of character making, those who don't decorate themselves (remain plain) are in the minority.
Of course, there are a few exceptions... but in short, what is currently surrounding the idiot—or rather, the popular [Clown]—is a salad bowl of diverse, beautiful, cute, and enchanting women who would easily fascinate men if they were to jump into reality.
............However,
"...For now, it seems there's no need to worry. You two?"
Agitation, confusion, fear, desperation.
Looking at the figure who was more blue than red, and who was shrinking back like a primary schooler with zero experience with women rather than being lecherous and touching them, Natsume first spoke teasingly and shifted her gaze.
And so, the "two" who were looked at—
"Mm...? Ah, yeah."
"Heh...? Ah, that's well, not particularly, from the start..."
That is, the self-proclaimed little sister and the girl in love tilted their heads simultaneously for a moment as if to say 'What are you talking about?' and then simultaneously brushed off the teasing as if to say 'Oh, is that all?'
With just a glance, there was no room for doubt; they seemed to have taken absolutely zero damage. Leaving aside Natsume, who blinked in surprise at seeing them like that...
"The invincible little sister (Ri-chan) aside, Nia-chan doesn't get jealous at all either, does she?"
Nonomi, who was half-surprised but half-agreed, poked the side of the indigo-colored girl who was an old friend and also a student. Then Nia said "Stop it!" while squirming,
"No, because, that kind of thing... you know. How should I say it— eh—............"
Which one should I pick, she thought. As if choosing an excuse, she let her gaze wander back and forth between her person of interest (over there) and her friends (over here), and finally—
"That, it's that...... —When you're dealing with an 'Angel' and a 'Princess,' well..."
"Ah—... your senses have gone numb, have they?"
"Well, if those two are the standard, most opponents wouldn't even be objects of jealousy, I suppose..."
"Reasonable."
With a half-joke (partially true) that sounded plausible, she successfully convinced the three of them and got through it.
She didn't need to confess that she herself was extremely attached to that 'Angel' and 'Princess,' and that they, in turn, were becoming less likely to be objects of jealousy...
—By the way,
"............Well."
For example, if it wasn't something happening in the game, but in reality and right before her eyes, he (that guy) was hit on by an unknown woman who wasn't an Arcadia player...
As expected, I might feel a little bit gloomy, she thought.
I don't necessarily lack the emotion of jealousy, you know. The maiden living in an unmanageable love kept a straight face and held her tongue, not wanting to go out of her way to confess such a thing.