Morning light filtered through the dark curtains, casting a faint glow across the quiet room.
A delicate foot rested across Nagami's arm, the soft sole pressing lightly against his chest.
He could clearly feel the subtle texture, the strange but oddly pleasant sensation of something stepping on him.
And then there was the tingling.
Well, to be honest, his arm had just gone numb from CC sleeping on it.
Last night, he had tried to let CC sleep on the couch.
But between the relentless feedback system—making his own body also feel too restless to sleep and the couch's unbearable stiffness, and how cold the living room is he eventually gave up.
'Fine,' he thought, surrendering to the inevitable.
CC ended up as his hug pillow for the night.
The soft warmth of CC's body only made Nagami more restless, his nerves alight with tension.
He resorted to one last method—choking himself to sleep.
It worked.
A deep red handprint bloomed across his neck, stark against his skin.
Not that it mattered—he couldn't die from something like this anyway.
Now, morning light filtered through the room as CC stirred.
With a dainty hand, she rubbed her eyes, blinking up at the white clock on the wall. Her golden eyes widened slightly in disbelief.
Her lips parted slightly as she mumbled, "Only 8 a.m.?"
After all, last night had been a total domination—she and Nagami had crushed Summoner's Rift like it was nothing.
He and CC crushed the bot lane, overwhelming their opponents from start to finish.
The enemy jungler came to gank—triple kill.
The mid laner came to help—quadra kill. The top laner teleported in—free kill.
He was raking in pentakills like candy.
The chat was filled with golden question mark pings as spectators stared in disbelief at the god-tier AD carry and support duo.
Everyone was dying to know which married couple had suddenly descended from the heavens to wreak havoc.
Why "married couple"?
Because they think that only that kind of... daily in-bed synergy could explain this level of coordination.
With the enhanced neural reflexes and heightened perception granted by the soul fusion from CC's character card.
Nagami—who was already a high-ranking player—nearly climbed to the top of the leaderboard overnight.
The only thing that occasionally slowed him down was when his teammates were clearly throwing the game.
The only real challenge came from two players: "Wolf Fang" and "Armored Bunny."
They managed to put up a bit of resistance against Nagami and CC in the bot lane… but only barely.
In the end, they still got stomped.
Nagami recognized those distinctive usernames instantly.
What puzzled him was this: were those accounts being controlled by Bronya at the same time? Or was "Armored Bunny" being played by the actual Armored Bunny?
If it was the latter… then honestly, that was cheating.
That's basically AI-assisted gameplay.
But there was an amusing upside. Since top-tier players often get matched together, whenever "Wolf Fang," "Armored Bunny," Nagami, and CC ended up on the same team, the enemy side would immediately lose morale.
A guaranteed 15-minute surrender.
No one even wanted to try.
"You just can't beat them."
Impressed by their performance, "Wolf Fang" even added Nagami and CC as friends and asked to team up sometime.
Thanks to the surge in spiritual energy brought on by the fusion with CC's core essence, neither of them needed much rest.
After pulling an all-nighter, just two hours of sleep had them fully recharged.
CC stretched lazily, her body forming graceful curves as she arched like a cat.
Her expression carried a trace of exasperation as she brushed aside her long, tousled mint-green hair.
A fresh, grassy scent wafted from it.
"I really am a sucker for long hair," she murmured, "but having it now is such a hassle."
She'd been woken up three times during those two hours of sleep because Nagami kept pinning her hair under his arm.
Muttering to herself, she began getting dressed.
Naturally, there were no women's clothes in Nagami's apartment.
They'd have to hit the mall later to pick up some essentials.
The thought of going into a lingerie store made CC's eye twitch slightly.
Nagami was already up and fully dressed. He strode into the bathroom, shook his head, and pulled out a spare toothbrush.
He started brushing his teeth and washing his face.
Not long after, CC stumbled in groggily. Anticipating her arrival, Nagami had already cleared some space for her.
She yawned as she grabbed the spare toothbrush Nagami had set out.
He handed her some toothpaste, then stepped aside to let her use the sink.
While CC washed up, Nagami reached out and gently combed through her messy morning hair with his fingers.
He rummaged through a drawer and found some old hair tools he barely remembered owning.
A few quick motions and he was done.
'Most girls would probably kill for hair like this,' he thought.
Even with just a light combing, CC's long, silky green hair fell back into place like a waterfall of smooth silk.
After digging through a closet for a while, Nagami finally found a half-decent string he could use as a makeshift hair tie.
He pulled her hair into a high ponytail and stepped out of the bathroom.
CC kept her eyes downcast the whole time, quietly going through her routine.
When she finally looked up at her reflection, and sigh heavily.
Nagami had tried "experimenting" in the bathroom with CC's body, but he forced himself to stop before he fell any deeper into the rabbit hole.
Even though CC's body and Nagami had separate inputs, it was unnerving how connected they still felt.
He attempted to program her movements to run automatically—and it worked—but the bond between them weakened ever so slightly.
Yet, he could still feel it… that lingering sense of control.
'I'm a man! I'm a man! I'M A MAN!!!' The words roared in his mind like a mantra.
'If I'm going to lose myself using this body for that, it's going to be going with girls!!!!—NOT LIKE THIS!!!'
He swore to himself—if he ever found the creator of this damned system, he'd kill them first and ask questions later.
Then CC made a beeline for the kitchen and, without a word, began preparing breakfast alongside Nagami.
In no time, the warm aroma of toast and milk filled the room.
To an outsider, the scene would've seemed bizarre.
The two barely exchanged a glance, much less a word, and yet their movements were perfectly in sync—fluid and natural.
Of course they were.
Nagami didn't have the habit of talking to himself… unless he was in a really good mood.
While making breakfast, Nagami glanced at the chat group again.
Under the video from last night, it showed that three people were currently watching it.
Regular group members could see how many times a video had been played and how many people were watching in real time, but the group owner had the special privilege of seeing who was watching.
Seriously, this group never misses a chance to remind you who's in charge, huh?
Thinking about it—three seasons of A Certain Magical Index, two of A Certain Scientific Railgun, and one of A Certain Scientific Accelerator—even with fast-forwarding, there was no way to finish all of it in a single night.
Especially for someone like Accelerator, who had access to future information via this anime—there's no way he'd skip anything.
If anything, he probably wanted to analyze it frame by frame, because who knows what seemingly throwaway frame might hide a deeper meaning outsiders wouldn't notice?
The other two watching were Kumoko (Spider Girl) and Kotori Itsuka.
Even after reincarnation, Kumoko could still live the life of a hardcore anime fan—now with the added bonus of bingeing entire seasons at once.
She was literally rolling around her little spider nest with excitement.
This cheat power was the best.
This… this is the life of a true otaku.
As for Kotori, she was only watching for research purposes—to better understand alternate worlds.
That's right, purely for information-gathering.
Her intense viewing had nothing to do with enjoying the show.
Nope, not at all.
In a matter of minutes, breakfast was done. Nagami and CC headed out together toward his café.
Since it was Saturday, Kiana would probably show up for her part-time shift, so Nagami wanted to check in.
The café was located in Nagazora City's most famous shopping district, about a kilometer from Nagami's place.
The location was prime, the surroundings immaculate.
Partway there, the two split up.
After a moment of hesitation, He finally made CC turned and walked into a high-end lingerie store—one owned by a wealthy young lady whom Nagami had chatted with a few times.
'If I keep watching CC wander around the house in nothing but an oversized t-shirt—no underwear in sight—I don't know how much longer I can stay sane...' Nagami let out a heavy sigh, his restraint fraying at the edges.
Nagami then continued on to the café.
The café's interior leaned into a fresh and cozy aesthetic.
All the furniture looked brand-new.
Upstairs was a spacious room, also freshly furnished, clearly meant for staff breaks.
This was the result of Nagami's recent renovation efforts.
After all, this was a high-end spot catering to wealthy clientele.
To attract and keep them, everything needed to be perfect.
As he pushed open the door, a soft wave of classical music floated into his ears, just loud enough to be noticed if you paid attention, but quiet enough to fade into the background if you didn't.
A few familiar faces sat scattered around the room.
When they noticed Nagami, they greeted him with warm nods and smiles—clearly recognizing him as the owner.
Nagami returned their greetings with a smile of his own.
"Boss, you're here~"
A well-dressed young manager approached him with graceful steps and a slight bow.
"That white-haired girl you mentioned before—is she here right now?"
Nagami's tone was unusually warm and polite, mostly to mask the fact that… well, he'd forgotten the manager's name.
As he spoke, he casually scanned the room.
The manager's smile widened slightly—she clearly expected this question. Looks like her guess had paid off.
A raise might be in her future.
"She's here. Please wait a moment, I'll go get her~"
Still wearing that flawless smile, she bowed again and walked off toward the changing room with her hands folded neatly in front of her.
About five minutes later, the door to the changing room creaked open, and a soft light spilled out.
A tall, slender silhouette stepped gracefully into view.
She looked like a noble saint at first glance—an ethereal white-haired girl in a pristine white gown adorned with blue ribbons and lace, perfectly highlighting her snowy hair and radiant skin.
Her bare shoulders gleamed with softness, her long legs wrapped in elegant thigh-high stockings that outlined their flawless shape.
Beneath the fluttering hem of her dress, her pale thighs shimmered like porcelain.
All she was missing was a tiara—and she'd look like a princess straight out of a fairy tale.
The manager walked beside her, smiling proudly.
If Nagami had met Kiana for the first time yesterday, he might've been stunned speechless by her beauty—because he'd never seen such a breathtaking girl in either of his lives.
Nagami eyed the girl in the pure white gown, her aura overwhelming the entire café, and his expression gradually turned complicated.
If this weren't his own café, he would never have believed that this white-haired beauty was the "Stupid Tuna" from the game.
No, she looked like a real member of the highborn Kaslana family.
And the gown she was wearing?
Even a janitor doing a split in the air could recognize it.
That was Bridal Style – Pure Eternity.