"Actually, you also want me to... spend more time with you, right?"
This guess, Alain wasn't just shooting in the dark. This Mita, who had drawn a pig's head on his forehead, hadn't spoken definitively when describing whether she would let him pass earlier, instead saying she "wouldn't easily let him pass." So, within that, Alain himself would inevitably need to fulfill some condition. This "condition" was highly likely to be playing with her. This inspiration came from the hatted Mita from before.
Alain took Millie's hand, and she obediently held his in return. At the same time, the writing on the wall changed.
[.........Please don't be so presumptuous]
"Just tell me if you want me to accompany you or not."
[Even if I usually play alone, I still find it quite interesting]
"Just tell me if you want me to accompany you or not."
[Even without you, I can go find my sister]
"Just tell me if you want me to accompany you or not."
[...]
She typed out a few ellipses, and after a moment, having made some sort of decision, continued to change:
[Yes]
[Because you are my player. I want you to accompany me.]
At the same time, a pop-up from 720 Security Guard appeared, [30%→35%]
The petty system wasn't joking; it really did count the other party as a virus.
"Alain." Millie tugged his sleeve from the side. "I also think it's better for us to take a detour. After all, that monster just now was indeed very dangerous."
"Don't you find it interesting? This is the BOSS fight you've been longing for, isn't it?"
"How can a life-threatening issue be interesting?"
Alain didn't answer, continuing to pat her hat. He had also come to a conclusion in his heart: even if he left the room now, he probably couldn't beat that female monster. Since the Security Guard recognized this Mita as a virus, then...... he also had to use this opportunity to accumulate progress on the bar. At least reach 75%, then rush to 1.3B, try to see if he could shatter the monster, and then rescue Little Mita.
Having a general direction for later, Alain continued to speak to the wall.
"So, how do you want me to accompany you? If it's selling my body, then spare me."
[...Please don't say that, I'm not the type to take advantage of someone's misfortune]
"You clearly drew a pig's head on my forehead last time?"
[Last time? Forgot. But this time it's not a pig's head]
"?"
Alain thought of something and opened the Security Guard panel. Using the reflective effect of the glass-like panel, he saw his own face clearly. This time, there was no pig's head on his forehead, but two words instead: Idiot.
"This child is playing pranks again."
The writing disappeared without a trace a few seconds after he saw it. He turned and continued to speak to the writing, "So, just a little prank is enough?"
[No. I want you two to make me happy.]
[After you make me happy, you can leave.]
"...Physical happiness?"
[Of course not (#A)]
[35%-40%]
After Alain blinked, she began to state her requirements.
[Come on, you two go on a date.]
[For the next hour. As long as your date makes me happy, I will remove the interference with the ring]
[You can then proceed to version 1.3B]
[Of course...if it's a bad date. The version the entrance door will open to next time]
[Will be the normal 1.3 version.]
[So............now, the date begins]
Alain continued to watch the writing for a minute; there were no more changes. "Quite decisive, aren't you?" After saying that, he patted the hatted girl's head.
Millie turned her head, looking at him coquettishly, "Alain... we're going on a date."
".......Yeah."
Now, there was one more thing he needed to confirm. He first took Millie's hand and, ignoring her shock, quickly walked to the bathroom.
"Eh? Alain? What are you planning to do? Isn't it a date? Why come to the bathroom?"
"Didn't you promise me last time that you'd let me wash your hands?"
"Eh? R-Right..............There was such a thing."
The hatted girl nodded hesitantly, and Alain turned on the tap of the sink. Transparent liquid flowed down, like a waterfall hitting the white porcelain sink.
"Now, can you let me wash your hands?"
Alain lowered his head slightly, looking directly into the girl's eyes. His eyes seemed to carry a sharpness that was hard to refuse, making Millie agree for the first time.
"Mm, mm...if this is part of the date."
Thus, he personally removed Millie's gloves. A hand as smooth as jade reappeared before Alain's eyes. He was like a master chef who saw no ox, meticulously examining every corner of the ingredient. Fingertips, between the fingers, palm, center of the palm, back of the hand.........every crevice, every palm line, was not spared.
"So, am I really going to wash your hands?"
"P-Please........."
She took a deep breath, turned her head, looking at the door instead of his eyes.
Alain frowned slightly, then placed the girl's small hand under the running water. The "swish swish swish" of rinsing constantly created transparent waves and ripples on the back of her hand. The slight coolness made Millie let out a coquettish cry. And Alain, braving the difficulty of the water flow, his and her hands overlapped in the water, like a ballet in the water dancing together.
After letting the water flow over every corner of the skin, Alain's gaze turned to the hand soap beside him. Pressing his palm, the hand soap stained his hand. Then, Alain used the stickiness of his palm to rub against the other's hand skin, doing his best to clean it. White, fragrant foam surged up in the middle of washing hands, covering Millie's entire small hand.
"M-May I ask.........why does this hand washing feel a bit strange?"
The girl seemed to finally notice the abnormality, her face flushed red as she looked at Alain's movements, which resembled grinding spices, not knowing what to think.
"No, I'm just washing your hands very normally."
Alain remained focused on his actions, his expression showing no emotional fluctuations. But Millie could feel the burning heat in the young man's eyes.
It was as if...washing her hands was a very interesting thing.
"O-Okay."
She still accepted this idea.
After her small hand was washed clean, Alain personally took out a white cloth and dried the moisture from her skin. Under the illumination of the bathroom's bright light, her white skin vaguely transformed into crystalline porcelain.
"... "
Millie seemed to let out a sigh of relief.
But then she saw Alain quickly lean down, his nose touching the skin on the back of her hand.
"?!"
Before she could react, Alain commented.
"Alright, it smells good, there shouldn't be any problem."
"..."
After saying that, he turned and left the bathroom without any lingering attachment. Standing at the doorknob, he even urged doubtfully, "What are you still dazing for? Come out. We need to hurry up with the date."
As soon as the words fell, he turned his back, and in Millie's blind spot where she couldn't see his expression, he smiled slyly,
"Otherwise, the mischievous child will be unhappy."
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