Dual System in Daily World

Before sleeping, Chisato went over everything that had happened during the trip and realized things had gone quite well.

He'd looked after everyone, and they'd all had a fulfilling time.

He did feel a little bad for Ryo, but since they'd had a frank talk, there probably wouldn't be any more drama moving forward.

As for cute little Hitori… because of Utaha and Eriri's sudden involvement, he never got the chance to get close to her during the trip. 

That was a bit of a shame.

It was warm in the tent. Chisato had taken off his outerwear and lay down, his thoughts drifting as he slowly fell asleep.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but then he heard a small, strange sound. His brain, still on high alert even in sleep, kicked in and instantly woke him up.

Before his mind had cleared from the fog of sleep, he instinctively looked toward the source of the sound.

By the faint moonlight and the snowy reflection outside, he saw that the tent flap had already been opened halfway.

Hitori, wearing an overcoat and with a delicate, cute face tensed with seriousness, was slowly pulling down the zipper with great care.

Her focus was completely on what she was doing. 

She was so nervous she didn't even notice that her actions had already woken Chisato. From the far side of the tent, he watched her with open eyes.

It's… Hitori?

Chisato was surprised. Honestly, the first moment he opened his eyes, he'd assumed it was Utaha or Eriri, using some excuse like going to the bathroom to come visit—something they had done before.

But he never expected it to be Hitori. She was more introverted and had always been passive during their relationship. 

This was the first time she'd ever taken the initiative like this.

When Hitori looked toward him, Chisato quickly shut his eyes.

He then heard the sound of fabric rustling.

Hitori, seeing that the zipper had been opened wide enough, lifted her leg and carefully slipped inside the tent.

Chisato kept his eyes shut, listening as she zipped the tent back up, sealing out the cold.

He heard the quiet sound of her taking off her shoes, then the cautious rustle as she crawled over with hands and knees, inching her way toward him.

Finally, she stopped. Chisato could feel that she was kneeling by his pillow—he could even hear her soft, rapid breathing.

This was getting interesting.

Chisato had a pretty good idea of what Hitori was trying to do by sneaking over here after everyone else was asleep.

After all, he'd heard from Ryo about her complaints—that she felt left out lately and wanted to be close to him again.

But for her to go as far as a midnight assault… even he hadn't expected that.

So even Hitori has grown up, huh.

After a long while, Hitori still hadn't made her next move.

She just sat quietly beside Chisato, staring silently at his sleeping face, letting her breathing gradually calm from rapid to steady.

She had already come this far—surely it wasn't just to watch him sleep.

Chisato, who was pretending to be asleep, felt a bit speechless.

Now there were two choices before him. One: wake up naturally and take this cute girl who had thrown herself into the net into his arms for some… quality time. 

Or two: continue pretending to sleep and see what Hitori actually planned to do next.

Knowing full well that Hitori was the quiet, introverted type, the second option leaned more toward a mischievous curiosity.

But such behavior could only be called teasing in a relationship that wasn't very close. 

For two people already intimate and fond of each other, it could be called something else—playful flirtation.

So without hesitation, Chisato chose to keep his eyes shut and remain silent.

Mainly, he was just really curious. What would the adorable, eager Hitori—who longed for more interaction—do first when facing his sleeping self?

The situation felt oddly like a plot from one of those restricted films, only with the roles reversed. Chisato felt a strange excitement at the thought of being the one "on the chopping board."

So, he waited in anticipation for Hitori's next move.

She didn't disappoint. Soon, she reached out her hand.

Chisato could hear the soft rustling sound.

Was she taking off her clothes? Planning to sneak under the covers and hug him tight?

What a pervy girl... but also, so lovable.

Just as he was entertaining these thoughts, Hitori's movements suddenly stopped.

She wasn't taking off her clothes. In fact, she was at a loss for what to do.

She had snuck in on impulse without thinking it through, but now that she was facing a soundly sleeping Chisato, she didn't know how to proceed.

Sure, they'd shared many intimate moments in the past—like kissing and slipping hands under each other's clothes to "check on physical development." That was routine. 

But those things had always happened when both were fully conscious.

Now, with Chisato unconscious, anything Hitori did felt like it would be against his will. A wave of guilt kept rising in her chest.

In the end, she was still too shy and lacked real-life experience.

Although she had experienced many passionate "simulations" from others' perspectives in The Sims, as time passed in reality, those virtual experiences faded and now did little to help her in this real situation.

So as she stared at Chisato's sleeping face, her heartbeat accelerated, her longing kept building, and it was approaching a point where she could no longer suppress it. 

Carefully, she pulled out her phone from her pocket, pressed the lock button to light up the screen, and began typing a message to her "support person."

Chisato heard the faint tapping of a screen. Even with his eyes closed, he sensed a weak glow.

So she wasn't doing what he thought. 

Confused, he squinted open an eye just a sliver and saw Hitori typing intently on her phone—the tapping sounds were from her fingers on the screen.

Wait a second. Hitori, what did you even come here to do?

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