[Are you free tonight?]
Watching Millie's typing thumbs dance into an afterimage, clicking that "Send" button in an instant, Alain realized that trying to stop her... was already too late.
Alain messed with Millie's hat. "'Are you free tonight...' What does that mean? Why does it sound like a secret rendezvous or a booty call?"
"Aiya, Bro, stop moving me..." Millie pried away Alain's restless hand, giggling. "I don't know, I just sent it following the mood."
"...I think you're getting some thrill out of being a mistress."
"Hah? Mistress?! W-W-What are you saying? And how do you see me! Aren't we good bros dating legitimately?" Millie's eyes darted around.
Seeing her look left and right, finally looking like she wanted to ask Mila for help, Alain knew he might have hit Millie's fetish.
He sighed. "Forget it... let's see if Monika replied first."
He took the phone and checked the communication log with the anonymous email.
At the very bottom of the log, it still rested on the [Are you free tonight?] email. Besides that... there was no movement.
"As expected, was it too abrupt?" Alain pondered. Mila also piqued her interest at this moment and took the phone.
"Let me try!" After saying that, she started typing with a clack-clack-clack.
Alain watched Mila's concentrated appearance, vaguely recalling that this young girl had quite a strong '2D' flavor.
After all, she was an otaku girl.
Although her '2D concentration' wasn't as high as Alain's, she had played quite a few romance games. At least compared to Millie, Mila gave him the impression of being relatively reliable.
Perhaps, he could also rely on Mila's grand feat this time to smash the "2D stereotype"?
As Alain thought about it, his mind couldn't help but feel invigorated.
Not long after, the clack-clack-clack typing sound from Mila's side stopped. Seeing her click the final button, followed by a soft beep, she handed the phone to Alain's hand.
"Done!"
Alain was also somewhat curious about what exactly she had sent. He took the phone to check the screen...
[To the girl chosen by Steins; Gate:]
I hereby solemnly apply, hoping to achieve the following achievements with you—
Achievement 1: Sharing Strawberry Taiyaki (Favorability +15)
Achievement 2: Goldfish Scooping Challenge (Favorability +10)
Achievement 3: Fireworks Festival Hand-holding Event (When Favorability ≥ 80, Favorability +20)
Please choose a reply:
A. Alain's invitation is as irresistible as Naruto's Rasengan □ (Enter True End Route)
B. Actually, I'd rather restore the Han Dynasty at home... (Trigger Hidden Plot "Brawl in the Inner World")
C. Not as good as O-shin (Force entry into Bad End and play the sad version of "Tori no Uta")
Looking at this long string of an email, Alain couldn't help but say, "What the fck."
This flavor... was too fcking strong. Mila truly lived up to being a damn otaku!
This level of delusion... made even a big shot in the 2D realm like Alain feel incredibly embarrassed.
"Heheh~ How is it? This is inspiration I got when I played 'AIR' last time!" Mila raised a finger, like a teaching pointer.
"It expresses that I'm harmless, while simultaneously possessing a sense of humor, and appropriately plays on a few classic-of-classics 2D memes. I am willing to call it perfect!" She laughed "Haha" twice. "Let's see if she can resist replying to that?"
"Sure enough, social tasks cannot be entrusted to damn otakus." Alain sneered.
"Hey! Is it necessary to say that about me?!" Mila was almost brought to tears by his words.
Alain messed with her bob haircut. He also thought about it... if Mila used this move on him, then Alain himself would very likely fall for it.
For a girl to issue such an invitation filled with 2D flavor to him... it felt pretty good.
But unfortunately, Monika was a Riddler, and at the same time, possibly a normie—no matter how much Alain ate up Mila's act, Monika presumably would not submit.
"Woo, woo... just... just you wait and see!" Mila was somewhat broken by his remark "2D people can't fall in love," sniffing a few times with tears in the corners of her eyes, looking like a bullied Aqua... staring intently at Alain's phone.
"Why must 2D people be bad at socializing! Monika, reply to me! Don't waste my trust in you, ahhhhhh Chikushō!!!!!!"
She started a rousing 'mouth cannon' speech like a Hero facing the final Demon King in a Japanese manga.
Alain and Millie were shouted at by her voice to the point where they even started to suspect if this set might actually be useful.
The three of them focused on the screen together, full of hope.
Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock...
The second hand of the living room clock started from 12 and returned to 12, rotating back and forth five times...
"N-No way..." Mila leaned back on the sofa dejectedly, her eyes looking at the ceiling listlessly.
"Could it be that 2D really isn't worthy?"
"It's okay, Mila." Alain patted her back to comfort her. "Aren't I 2D as well? Right now, I have two girlfriends."
"Woo, woo... You're different." Looking at Alain's face, which seemed to be in a superposition state of Normie/2D.
Mila wanted to punch him.
Alain guessed her petty thoughts. "If you beat me to death now, no one will really want you in the future."
"Cut, cut the crap!" Mila still gave him a fluttering light punch.
Millie interrupted, "But, can Monika actually receive the emails we send? Maybe, she didn't see them at all."
"Right, right!" Mila ignited the Hope of 2D. "Is there a possibility! Monika didn't see this email! That's right, currently, that's the only possibility!"
"Mn..."
Alain pondered... this was indeed a possibility.
Monika's purpose in using this anonymous email was merely to send that one attachment, monika.chr.
Now that this goal was achieved: the attachment was lying peacefully in Alain's electronic mailbox.
If Monika's mailbox was disposable, or if she didn't want the matter of having excessive conversation with Alain exposed to her superior...
This was also very likely.
Alain sighed; perhaps he was holding onto too much hope.
"Then, let's try one last time."
He spoke helplessly.
Actually, Alain still had one final killer move—as long as this killer move was unleashed, provided Monika saw it, she would inevitably reply.
But while this was a killer move—it was also a trump card.
Alain really didn't want the two girls beside him to see it...
"Alain, what do you plan to send?" Seeing that he seemed to have some rhetoric he hadn't tried yet, Millie couldn't help but get curious.
Hearing this, Mila's gaze pressed over.
Alain secretly said "It's over." Once a woman's curiosity is aroused, if they don't see the truth... he feared he wouldn't be able to get away.
At this point, he could only bite the bullet and go for it!
Alain picked up the phone, opened the keyboard, and started typing lines of Pinyin...
Clack-clack, clack...
The keyboard sounds symphonized in the ears of the two girls; they watched curiously as a drop of cold sweat gradually flowed down Alain's forehead.
Millie wanted to take a peek—Alain dodged.
Then it was Mila's turn; she turned her head—similarly dodged by Alain.
"Mn-hm..." The two girls narrowed their eyes.
Alain, who had always hidden nothing from them, suddenly started hiding something... then it inevitably wasn't anything good.
Mila said, "Do you still have some secret with Monika or something?"
"Cough cough... secret, it hasn't reached that—"
"Chance!" In the instant his attention was attracted, Millie snatched the phone and ran away quickly.
Mila also followed Millie's footsteps, rapidly opening up a distance from Alain.
Looking at the two girls singing in harmony, cooperating tacitly with flowing movements, the corner of Alain's mouth twitched.
Mila said proudly, "Don't underestimate us, who have played 'It Takes Two' for three hours!"
After saying that, she asked Millie, "What did he send?"
"Uh..." The cap-wearing girl held the phone, the screen's flickering light printing upon her face which was full of doubt and confusion.
"Hey, Millie! Don't keep me in suspense! We are comrades-in-arms, right?"
"No no no, I'm not keeping you in suspense..." Hearing Mila's complaint, Millie shook her head and looked at Alain strangely...
He didn't dare to speak.
Finally, Millie chose to hand the phone to Mila.
"?" The glasses-wearing girl noticed Millie's eccentricity, her curiosity becoming even more fierce, and she checked that already sent message...
"Uh..." She uttered the same sound as Millie.
[Want to know where the panties I stripped off you last time went?]
The message Alain sent just now was very short; if strictly counted, it had less than 20 characters.
But the impact caused to the two girls was not small.
Millie and Mila walked quickly to Alain's side, surrounding him left and right, blocking all of Alain's escape routes.
"So, Alain. Do you have anything to explain?" As the official girlfriend, Millie naturally had the right to question.
Mila nodded in agreement from the side, similarly casting an unkind gaze upon Alain.
Alain scratched his cheek a bit awkwardly and recounted the incident of falling into Monika's trap with Crazy Mita last time in full detail.
"In the end, Monika wanted to run away, so I wanted to grab her clothes. Who knew... I grabbed her panties."
He dry-coughed twice. "That was force majeure."
"I see..." Mila seemed to barely accept it.
But Millie, who understood Alain better, still harbored a sliver of suspicion.
"I'll ask one thing beforehand, you two shouldn't have done that-whatsit, right?"
"How is that possible?" Alain denied. Monika wasn't a Mita; her only merits were being good-looking and having a bigger chest. But aside from that, she didn't poke his fetish at all.
"I am a Pure Love Party member; I only like Mita." He spoke with categorical decisiveness, and he had to speak with categorical decisiveness.
"Tch, I believe you. However..." Millie picked up his phone, placing it in the field of view of the three.
The latest message still stopped at [Want to know where the panties I stripped off you last time went?], with no change.
"We can confirm it now, right?" Millie looked at Alain. "Monika didn't see this email. Or, this anonymous mailbox has already been abandoned."
Mila breathed a sigh of relief. Facts proved that there was still hope for 2D; it absolutely wasn't the fault of her 2D quotes just now!
She simply didn't see it~
"Mn, true." Alain made no comment. This also illustrated that reality really wasn't as simple as he thought.
With Monika's intelligence and meticulousness, how could she possibly let him catch such a flaw?
In the end, would it still require her side to actively contact Alain?
"..."
Alain felt that his position with Monika was truly too passive.
Perhaps, this email was also his reason for wanting to take back the initiative.
"Forget it, let's send one last one. If Monika still doesn't reply, let's give up."
"Mn." The two girls nodded together.
Alain said, "You guys help me think too. If we want to make her ashamed enough that she must reply, how should we utilize the condition of 'Monika's panties'?"
Driven by the desire to survive and serious business, he added, "By the way, the actual item has already been thrown away by me."
"Eh..." Discussing this topic, Mila's face turned slightly red. "Ashamed... panties... I feel that panties being obtained by a member of the opposite sex is already shameful enough..."
"Yeah. Monika didn't reply to even this, so it's only possible she didn't see it. Otherwise, her willpower is hard to imagine." Millie agreed. "Could there be anything more shameful..."
Pfft!
She suddenly clapped her hands, her gloves emitting a dull thud.
"I actually thought of something!"
"What?" Alain was puzzled, then saw Millie place her gaze upon him.
"Good Brother, it was still you who gave me the inspiration."
"Huh?" Alain had a face full of confusion.
She looked at Alain, felt it was a bit hard to speak of, and waved her hand at Mila.
"?" The glasses-wearing girl turned her head curiously, and Millie began to whisper in her ear...
"Hah?!" Mila was shocked. To think... it could even be done like this?
"Alright, Miss Mila, I'll leave telling Alain to you." Millie acted as the hands-off manager.
"N-No wonder you wanted to tell me this matter! You just want me to make a fool of myself in front of Alain, don't you!" Mila was indignant.
Noticing Alain's curious eyes, her small face hesitated, biting her moist red lip...
She told Alain anyway.
"T-This..." Hearing Mila's voice, which was as fine as a mosquito's, Alain was surprised beyond measure for a moment.
He had heard before that when girls get dirty in private, men have nothing on them.
Now it seemed... it was truly so!
Even using both his cerebellum and cerebrum, he couldn't have thought of such a method...
"Alright, just use mine for the panties. Roughly what color were they?" Millie asked Alain.
"Black, the mature type." Alain replied.
"OK~" She trotted to the wardrobe in the bedroom, took out a pair of lace-trimmed panties, and then went to the kitchen...
She took a large bottle of mayonnaise.
"Cough... Don't look at me with such strange eyes. Victory Panties are something every girl has." Millie's small face blushed.
Alain nodded inadvertently, watching Millie place the black panties on the floor beneath the three of them.
"After the deed is done, buy me a new pair." Millie proposed a condition.
"Okay." Buying Millie Victory Panties was also for Alain himself.
He could buy crotchless ones.
Convenient for Millie to use the toilet, and convenient for Alain too.
He took the mayonnaise, opened the bottle cap, and squirted it toward the black panties...
In an instant, the pale white and slightly yellow liquid,
Sprinkled all over the intimate garment.
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