Animania: Everyone Loves Me

The warm yellow candlelight was still flickering, glowing and dimming, dyeing the pale-colored walls with a honey-like hue.

A faint floral fragrance lingered in the air, seemingly a specially prepared aroma from the restaurant, like crushed winter pine blended into a warm mist, refreshing and soothing to the mind.

Golden hair and pink hair intertwined like a tangled web, or delicate brocade, flowing with a snowy shimmer under the cozy candlelight.

"No… Not allowed to run! It's… it's not over yet…", Yumiko was already so drunk she couldn't speak clearly, yet the slender hand gripping his wrist was clearly like a powerful vise, locking him tightly by her side.

"I-I want to too!", Bocchi, always timid and scared, who didn't even dare speak loudly, at this moment seemed like a different person. Rather than "pouncing" into his arms, it was more like she slammed into him.

Kaito lowered his head and looked at the pink-haired girl clinging to him like an octopus. That eternally expressionless icy face of his showed the faintest crack.

It wasn't just because the little social anxiety girl's development exceeded expectations, but also because… the current situation was completely beyond his predictions.

"Bocchi, you're drunk," he said.

"I am not drunk!"

The blonde girl caught the keyword and snorted angrily, scrunching her little nose like she was really mad, pushing the soft and squishy Gotou aside, wrapping her long arms around his neck, and then, "aahm", bit down.

It looked fierce at first, but suddenly turned soft.

Her sharp little canines were about to touch his neck, when the girl turned her bite into a lick.

Her movements were gentle, like a cautious ragdoll cat licking a human's hand, leaving a trail of wet marks on his neck.

"You're drunk too, Yumiko," Kaito didn't resist, letting her perform this yandere-like act on him, as if already used to this kind of thing.

That's right, used to it.

Gotou Hitori, who had been squeezed out of the president's arms, just stared blankly at this scene.

This was perfectly normal, right? After all, Miura and the president were lovers.

In places she couldn't see, they would kiss, hug, call each other's names, and under candlelight and scented oils… share the closest kind of connection.

And yet, a small twinge of bitterness and loneliness still bloomed in her heart.

Even though, it was she who came first…

Kaito originally thought Yumiko would settle down and sleep after making a fuss, after all, she really was very drunk.

But the blonde girl refused to give up. After gnawing on his neck for a while, she slid down like a snake, seemingly bored with the same spot, planning to change locations to continue.

"What exactly are you trying to do?", Seeing that a full-on R-rated scene was about to unfold right in front of the little social anxiety girl, Kaito had no choice but to reach out and stop her.

"…Nng?", Yumiko tilted her head, her misty eyes still not clear, looking a bit dazed. But soon, she pouted unhappily and said with a hint of grievance, "I'm hungry."

Alcohol can blur a person's reason and draw out their instincts, making them do things they'd never dare to do in normal circumstances.

Drunken fools on the street are some of the most annoying creatures in any country.

Luckily, Miura's drunken behavior wasn't that bad. Even drunk, she wasn't the type to throw a tantrum, she was just acting on instinct.

Drinking water and eating are basic human needs.

Although alcohol is a liquid, it doesn't quench thirst. Instead, it stimulates the nervous system, making one's mouth dry and tongue parched.

And earlier, in her effort to get the president drunk, she had drunk a lot and barely touched her proper dinner, so now she was both thirsty and hungry.

—And, by coincidence.

In Miura Yumiko's understanding, there is a kind of food right now… that can satisfy both thirst and hunger at the same time.

As for whether it would be embarrassing?

Even when sober, she was the kind of girl who'd do anything she wanted without hesitation, so now that she was drunk, all the more so.

A sufficient amount of alcohol can give any timid person a buff called [Bravery], although [Recklessness] might be a better word.

Gotou Hitori was completely dumbfounded.

She was watching with her own eyes as Miura, like a lithe lioness on the African savannah, was working hard to pin the president under her. Her fierce movements were like she wanted to devour someone.

Hungry beasts do eat people.

Miura was no exception, though her way of "eating" was a little different.

The pink-haired girl's brain went totally blank, her already dazed, drunken mind short-circuiting completely.

'What should I do!! What should I do!! What should I do!!'

'The president is about to get eaten alive by another woman right in front of me! Like, bones and skin and all!'

'…Should I stop this?'

'But… it's not like I have any right to stop them.'

'To the president, I am probably just a plain, ordinary club member, right? Nothing special, not even a pet.'

At least pets got affection and pampering, they got kissed, hugged, even bathed. But just standing by and doing nothing… also felt really weird…

No way she could… do what Miura did and join this whole predator-prey game, right?

'T-T-That's not okay! I'm not the president's girlfriend! This kind of thing should only happen between lovers, right?'

The moment that thought emerged, Gotou Hitori was so startled she nearly jumped, her face full of guilt and hesitation.

'But Miura-senpai doesn't seem to mind this kind of thing at all… Actually, it seems like… she wants me to join in…'

The girl bit her lip, her shaky beliefs were slowly crumbling.

Crackle—Pop!

Something in the dark corner of her heart… was catching fire.

———

In the end, Kaito still managed to preserve his chastity.

Even though he'd long since lost it… But c'mon, everyone knows kisses and virginity automatically reset every 24 hours, right?

Ahem! Back to the main point.

Yumiko fell asleep.

Not because Kaito did anything, he hadn't even had time to decide what to do when the girl was already too sleepy to keep her eyes open.

Thinking about it, it wasn't surprising. She had drunk way too much, and her consciousness had never fully returned.

After fooling around for a bit, she finally hit her limit. One moment she was still fumbling for that annoying belt, and the next she collapsed, breathing evenly, no transition needed.

Looking at the blonde girl sleeping soundly on his lap, Kaito rubbed his temples wearily. In the end, he kindly helped her onto the bed, adjusting her sleeping position so she could rest more comfortably.

He glanced down at his clothes, rumpled and slightly disheveled, with some rather troublesome bulges faintly visible.

Self-control means that even when heavily tempted, one can still restrain reason from acting out of line.

Having a girl he'd had deep physical contact with cling to him like this, if his body didn't react even a little, that wouldn't be called self-control. That'd be called dysfunction.

He could suppress his body's instincts, but it would only be forced suppression.

Ever since abandoning the Path of Ruthlessness, Kaito had rarely repressed his emotions. Everything he did was true to his heart.

Besides, he wasn't a particularly lustful person to begin with, and there would be plenty of opportunities in the future, no need to rush…

Smack!

"P-President, actually…", In the silence, the pink-haired girl's face turned beet red. Not knowing where the courage came from, she suddenly grabbed his wrist, her mumbling voice getting softer and softer.

"I can also… take Miura-senpai's place…"

"…to finish… the next part…"

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