213: Forgotten System

Half past six in the morning. 

Chisato woke up.

Compared to previous days, he had woken up much later in the morning today. 

This was, of course, to be expected. He had been quarreling for so long last night and then had to brace themselves to deal with the two people who had been arguing constantly. 

He had only managed to sleep for about two hours in total.

Given her initial physical condition, she would probably have difficulty getting out of bed today. 

However, it could only be said that she still had some strength left, and it wasn't a bad idea to fight again.

Withdrawing his numb arm from Eriri's pillow and gently pushing Utaha's thigh away from his body, Chisato got up carefully.

Eriri didn't react at all. After all, she had been exhausted last night and was still sleeping peacefully.

As for Utaha, her eyelids fluttered, vague, lovely murmurs escaping her lips as she stretched out her hand to gently rub in front of herself, as if she were searching for something.

Seeing this, Chisato didn't even bother adjusting his half-worn pants and hurriedly handed over the pillow that had been lying aside.

Utaha held the pillow tightly in her arms, sandwiching it between her thighs, and then fell back into a peaceful sleep.

After Chisato got dressed, he gently stuffed all the unusable and messy things on the floor of the room into the trash can.

It wasn't too early, and making a complicated breakfast wasn't feasible, so after washing up, he simply diced some meat and added corn kernels to stir-fried rice.

He moved quickly, but it was only seven o'clock by the time he finished everything.

He returned to his room and shook both of them awake. No matter whether they went to school today or not, they had to finish breakfast first.

Utaha's reaction was straightforward. She gently said, "Leave me alone; I'm taking a day off today," and closed her eyes again.

Eriri couldn't afford to be as carefree as Utaha. If she were absent from school today and the class teacher called home, she would never have the freedom to go out again in the future.

She slowly straightened her aching waist, holding the bed with both hands as she prepared to get out. 

However, the moment she lifted her legs, she couldn't help but gasp at the sudden cold.

How should she put it? It felt as if she had experienced hundreds of squats and crawled back and forth. 

Not only was there discomfort there, but the muscles all over her body screamed, sending an irresistible signal to her brain that they couldn't be used in the short term.

It was similar to the hangover from drinking—no matter how joyful the experience was at the time, the aftermath was miserable.

The good thing was that the aftereffects of this kind of experience would only be more severe the first time. 

As her body adjusted, it wouldn't seem so embarrassing in the future.

Haha, you deserve it.

Utaha thought, a smirk playing on her lips. The more pain Eriri displayed now, the happier she felt.

Who let you eat alone? 

In the dream, it's easy for Chisato to face both of us at the same time, let alone just you alone, hum!

"I want you to take care of it!" Eriri snapped, turning her head to kick her hard. 

But as soon as she finished speaking, she pressed her hand to her cheek, her expression shifting subtly.

Seeing this, Chisato felt a pang of sympathy, his reason outweighing his desire.

He had been so happy last night, and it was indeed a bit inappropriate. 

Not only had he woken the tired Eriri again, but he had also pushed her body to its limits within the range she could accept.

"I'll do it," he said, sitting on the edge of the bed. 

He lifted Eriri onto his lap, helped her put on her underwear, and then assisted her with the pleated skirt and shirt one after another, arranging them neatly.

During this time, Eriri enjoyed herself immensely, occasionally casting provocative, proud glances at Utaha behind her.

Everything went smoothly except for the process of getting dressed. However, there was one thing that left Chisato puzzled.

What should he do with Eriri's long hair, which hung over her shoulders and looked messy after a night of play?

Looking at Eriri, who was now as soft as a puddle in her arms, Chisato understood that it would be difficult for her to lift her hands, let alone comb her hair.

In that case, he could only turn to another person present for help.

"Utaha, I'm not familiar with this, so I'll leave it to you."

Utaha tucked her fingers into her hair and said, 

"Eh—what should I do, Chisato?" 

"You specifically asked for my help. It's not easy for me to refuse, but looking at the expression on this person's face, it seems she doesn't really want me to assist."

"!"

Eriri almost bit her teeth in frustration.

"Chisato, don't worry. Just come wherever you want; who asked her?" Chisato had no choice but to try on his own. 

However, Utaha, unable to stand by and watch his clumsy movements, leaned over to take the hair tie from his hand.

Eriri remained silent.

After the familiar twin tails were tied up, Utaha gently tapped the back of Eriri's neck with her fingers.

"With such an obvious mark in such a conspicuous place, just pray that Aunt Sawamura won't notice it if she's careless."

"...You don't have to worry about it," Eriri responded weakly, squeezing out an inaudible thank you between her teeth before leaving the house. 

Utaha either didn't hear or pretended not to hear, as she lay back down on the bed without offering any response.

To be honest, Chisato couldn't understand the awkward relationship between the two.

After breakfast, Eriri couldn't go to school by herself in her condition.

So, Chisato walked her all the way to the school gate. After seeing her enter the teaching building, he turned around and left with a sense of relief.

Due to this delay, Chisato was late, as expected.

Good students receive preferential treatment. The teacher didn't say anything; she just asked him to return to her seat and continued teaching.

Kazusa secretly threw a note to him , which only had a small question mark on it.

Chisato tilted his head and mouthed back, "I overslept."

A smile appeared on Kazusa's face. It seemed quite amusing to her to see Chisato, a model student, in such a gaffe.

After a brief exchange, Kazusa returned her attention to the blackboard. During this time, she had made an agreement with Chisato.

They would get good grades in the upcoming monthly exams and then relax at the school festival.

As for Chisato, while he appeared to be staring at the direction of the podium, in reality, he was focused on the Pure Love System panel.

Last night, Eriri had reminded her about the magical girl COS costume, which suddenly made him think of it.

—Ah, it turns out I have another system.

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