At that moment, the movie began to play.
The story was set in an era of highly advanced artificial intelligence, featuring the encounter between a humanoid android girl and the protagonist.
On the surface, the android girl didn't seem much different from the average androids on the market—appearing to care about humans and being quite capable of taking care of them.
But with more interactions, it became clear that this seemingly human-like android was just a pre-programmed, thoughtless machine.
In the story, the protagonist happens upon an android one day. However, this particular android seems to be different—she doesn't understand much of anything, like a newborn child.
Well then, anyone who has watched enough anime can already guess how the plot is going to unfold.
The main reason Yazuki brought Ikaros to watch this film was for the scenes where the android is taught various aspects of human society and common sense.
Incidentally, this was an original anime.
While the story had similarities to many other works, the animation budget was clearly lavish. Famous illustrators and supervisors were involved in its creation, resulting in a stunningly high-quality piece with excellent visuals.
Voice acting, background music—everything perfectly matched the emotional highs and lows of the story, fully drawing the audience into its atmosphere.
In short, this was a work that Yazuki had watched numerous times.
His eyelids were getting heavy; he was a bit sleepy—clearly the result of lack of sleep the night before, paired with an intense workout that morning. His ordinary human body was beginning to feel the fatigue.
Suddenly, a soft scent of perfume drifted over. A stylishly dressed girl sat in the empty seat to his left—Utaha. On his right were Ikaros and Megumi.
Looking past Utaha, he could see a slender figure following behind her—Eriri.
"Yazuki-kun, you don't mind if I sit here, do you?"
The black-haired, straight-cut beauty Utaha still maintained her calm demeanor, her voice sweet and gentle enough to make anyone's heart melt.
"Huh? Of course not," he replied.
Despite saying it against his true feelings, Yazuki watched Utaha sit down with a gentle smile. In that moment, her fragrant scent seemed to bloom like a flower, spreading all around.
This woman… she must've touched up her makeup when she went to the restroom before entering the theater.
Just look—her lips were glossier, clearly having reapplied lipstick, and her eyelids had a soft eyeshadow shimmer.
"What is it, Yazuki-kun? Is there something on my face?"
"N-No, nothing at all."
His flustered reply made him sound like a simp.
Just wait and see—let's find out who ends up more embarrassed!
…
It was now confirmed—the man who used the pen name Demon King was hopelessly weak to gentle girls.
Also, Utaha could tell that the girl named Ikaros was being doted on by Yazuki. But it wasn't the kind of affection a guy has when he's romantically attracted to a girl. It was more like the familial care you show to someone immature or childlike.
That meant this girl probably wouldn't interfere with her plans.
Looks like the impression she left on Yazuki that day had been quite favorable. He had been secretly watching her just now, and when she noticed, his reaction had been like that of a shy teenage boy.
He acts all wild and unrestrained online, like a total pervert with a sky-high ero score, yet when it comes to a gentle girl like her, he turns into a pure-hearted boy.
How amusing.
How far should she take this? When he finally confesses to her, she'd reveal her other identity—what kind of face would he make when he realizes the girl he confessed to was actually the despised sow from the internet?
Utaha really wanted to fast-forward to that moment just to see his dumbfounded expression.
Was she going too far? What a sinful woman she was, to toy with an innocent boy's heart like this. A real witch.
Still, always acting like this calm, gentle girl without showing her true self was starting to make her feel twisted inside.
She didn't know how much longer she could keep this up.
…
How many minutes had passed since the movie started? His eyelids were drooping again—Yazuki decided to take a little nap.
If he was going to nap, he might as well rest his head on Ikaros's shoulder.
Hmm, which side was Ikaros sitting on again? This side, probably?
As his eyes were about to shut, he saw a glimpse of a light blue camisole dress and a dazzlingly fair neck, along with a perfectly shaped collarbone and a well-developed chest.
Yup, that had to be Ikaros.
So, he tilted his head and completely relaxed, resting it on the shoulder beside him.
…
She was also sleepy. With yesterday's heavy rain that lasted into this morning, classes had been canceled. Utaha had stayed up all night working on her novel.
That awful weather had unexpectedly sparked her inspiration, and she dove headfirst into her writing.
When she finally came back to her senses, it was already past midnight.
After getting just three hours of sleep, she had been rudely awakened by that loudmouth Eriri. Watching a movie in this state was practically asking to be lulled to sleep.
Wait, this was actually a good opportunity.
The theater was a little warm, so she took off her jacket, revealing the camisole-style dress she had underneath. It was slightly low-cut, exposing her shoulders, collarbone, and a modest amount of cleavage.
Then, pretending to doze off, she subtly leaned to the side and let her head rest on the shoulder beside her.
With this setup, if he looked down, not only would he see her peaceful, beautiful sleeping face, but also a clearly visible, heart-throbbing view.
She really wanted to see that guy blushing and panicking.
Alright then, time to pretend to fall asleep and lean over.
However—at the same time, the guy beside her also leaned over. Their shoulders pressed together, and their heads lightly bumped. Their faces were suddenly really close.
What the heck?
Was this guy thinking the same thing? This wasn't something a pure-hearted boy should be doing! Was he trying to take advantage of her?
Hmm? His breathing was steady and rhythmic—he really was asleep from exhaustion.
Annoying!
And now it was her turn to feel awkward. They were way too close, and she could feel his breathing.
Looking closely at his face, while not exactly a "pretty boy," his features were quite clean and neat. He didn't have the immature air typical of high schoolers—instead, he carried the aura of someone who had endured years of solitude.
Come to think of it, this guy had disappeared for a while. All the information about him seemed to pause right after they had that huge falling out.
Was that her fault? No, it probably wasn't. Otherwise, he wouldn't have returned and continued their usual bickering routine.
Thinking about how slowly he types compared to her, and how he gets flustered when he can't win an argument, she couldn't help but curve her lips into a small smile.
Still, they were way too close. Why was she the one getting flustered now?!
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