While the thought of wanting to lose my virginity still lingered in my head, I couldn't help but curse under my breathe. As loud as I could ever imagine.
Like... who the fuck was going to disturb this desperate damsel disguising as a male protagonist in a quest of losing her own virginity here?
The so-called figure then showed up.
He seemed familiar with that attire.
Oh... it's him.
The door didn't just open; it appeared violent.
The vacuum we had occupied—a space of synthetic vanilla and ozone—was punctured by the arrival of The Divine Slayer, FullMetal.
He walked in with the nonchalance of a man who hadn't just shattered a masterpiece of tension. However, in this setting, he wasn't the faceless god of the gaming stage anymore; he was just an average Japanese man in the flesh, a cold reminder of the "real" world lurking outside the D-Drive Trial.
"Oh, Midnight-san is already awake?"
His voice was a flat, horizontal line that cut through my vertical desperation.
