Eh? You want to try the humanoid girl's iron fist too?

She's the kind of person who can't sweat, after all, it's too much to ask a robot to sweat naturally like a human.

Besides, she didn't come to Japan to enjoy herself.

"How's the anti-relic organization's surveillance going?" Raphael leaned down behind the puppet girl and put his hand on "her" shoulder to ask.

“We used signal interception tools from the CIA and the Japanese Ministry of Public Security to capture nearly two hundred phone calls in just a few hours. The destinations of these calls were all very strange, and some even pointed to TEPCO…”

Puppet Girl Number 1 turned her head and even pushed up her non-prescription glasses with her fingers in a serious manner, as if to make herself seem very authoritative.

Her actions reminded Raphael of the student counselor he bumped into at his doorstep a little after eight in the morning; their expressions and movements were exactly the same.

"Don't imitate that counselor!" Raphael tapped the puppet girl's head lightly.

"oops."

She tilted her head, stuck out her tongue, and then said:

"The preliminary analysis concludes that the forces supporting this anti-relics movement are very complex, including not only cults, conglomerates, and large corporations, but also ordinary people whose cost of living and stress have risen sharply due to the economic recession."

Another puppet girl lay back on the sofa, and continued in a half-dead voice:

"We also uncovered traces of activities by the CIA and the Russian Foreign Intelligence Service..."

She rolled over and lay on her side, striking a seductive pose as she said to Raphael, "Oh, I didn't notice this morning, Master, you look so cute today... Wuhu, thank you for the treat."

Raphael felt a throbbing in his temples upon hearing this; were her puppet figures being a little too "autonomous"?

The navy blue skirt reached her knees, revealing her fair legs. The young girl nonchalantly displayed her youthful, delicate skin; her chestnut hair cascaded over her shoulders, making her perfectly suited to wearing a sailor uniform.

She is both a girl and a high school student. Her thin lips and delicate temperament make Puppet No. 2 want to use the classic title of "female student" to refer to the host.

Upon closer inspection, Raphael also had a pair of large eyes that didn't fit his overall composed demeanor; this was the only part that didn't fit his composed image, giving him a rather lively impression.

Ugh, I almost don't recognize this as my computer anymore.

The girl, Puppet No. 2, was writhing on the sofa like a maggot, looking exactly like an otaku obsessed with their favorite character.

Raphael ignored her, but she continued to look at Raphael with a chilling smile on her face.

"...Hentai."

"Let's find the cult members first; they are a destabilizing factor," Raphael instructed.

"Should we strike at them first?"

"It depends on the situation."

"DARPA does not allow gunfights."

"So, will you listen to me or DARP?" Raphael asked bluntly.

"Of course it's yours."

"Give me the mission objective file."

Raphael requested, “Weapons…get me an AREX Delta 2 tactical pistol; the grip is perfect for small hands. And two magazines of subsonic ammunition, and don’t forget the suppressor.”

"No, we don't have permission."

The glasses-wearing "Raphael" stopped what he was doing and turned to stare at the main unit above his murderous intent:

"This is Japan. What you need is extremely niche. Even if we turned upside down all the yakuza groups in Kyoto, we probably still wouldn't find what you need."

More importantly, many triads have gone out of business and started operating pubs, hotels, and brothels.

What era are we living in? Who still fights and kills?

“What about the CIA’s assets?” Raphael asked.

"What do you think, host?"

"Tsk." Raphael looked annoyed. "Then what did they want me to come to Japan for? Just to be a quiet, studious girl?"

"Master, judging from your current appearance, you are a complete 16-year-old high school girl."

The otaku puppet girl #2 was munching on potato chips, and she even took out her phone to take a few pictures.

"By the way, the school uniforms are really cute. Sailor uniforms are the best for high school students. Thank you for the treat!"

“How about you go to school for me tomorrow?” Raphael suggested earnestly. “Since you said it, the sailor uniform is cute.”

"No, no, no, I prefer seeing you wear it to wearing it."

Number 2 was the one who boasted so arrogantly, and even made strange hissing sounds.

"Don't stare at me."

Noticing the staring gaze directed at him, Raphael clutched his chest and turned away.

If it weren't for the fact that she was the source of the second puppet's mind, Raphael would have definitely dismantled this obviously abnormal puppet.

"Alright, fine, I won't watch anymore." Puppet Girl #2 clicked her tongue. "Master, what are you planning to do next?"

"What else can we do?" Raphael threw the question back at him.

The answer is clear: she doesn't have a large-scale networking device like the MPU-5, nor do the puppet dolls, so they can't form a long-distance network.

Even with radios that support individual soldier networking, using puppet dolls as human relays, the ideal range of operation is only about 200 kilometers.

There are more than one mountain between Kyoto and Fukushima, not to mention the distance.

Raphael then fell silent, as if to say, "Is there any other way?", but both puppet girls shook their heads in unison.

To tie the girl's hands, or rather, to curb her murderous intent, DARPA monitored her activities daily. Since it was surveillance, it could only be surveillance, not proactive action.

"Oh, host, we want a name."

"Puppet No. 2, who has a rather mature, uncle-like demeanor, said."

"Okay, sure."

Raphael took out his residence card, on which the surname Fushimi was written and the given name Raphael was written in katakana.

"Should we continue using Fushimi as the surname?" she asked.

"Of course, we are all your sisters! And what's with the three sisters in one family each having their own surname?"

"No, I don't have such a weird sister, I definitely don't."

Raphael narrowed his eyes and quickly waved his small hand in front of him a few times.

"But……"

"I'm not listening." She covered her ears, turned around and walked towards the bathroom. "I'm going to run the hot water first."

"A change of clothes has been prepared."

"Tsk, you didn't do anything, did you?" Raphael expressed serious doubt.

"No."

With a mix of skepticism and hope, she entered the laundry room outside the bathroom, where a change of clothes had already been prepared.

The clothes were very ordinary, and the underwear was also quite conventional. Puppet Doll No. 2 seemed to have some bottom line, Raphael thought to himself.

The bathtub was filled with hot water, and Raphael slowly took off his uniform.

Her slightly swaying white breasts made the puppet girl, who was peeking out from outside the laundry room, swallow hard.

"If you want to take a bath, come in and do it. Don't sneak around..."

Raphael knew all too well about the puppet girl's actions; everyone's hearts were connected.

Although she, as the host, rarely actively pries into their thoughts, Raphael can find out immediately if it involves matters of principle and innocence, as long as they dare to think about them.

"Hmph, coming right now."

Rinne (Puppet Unit 2) was overjoyed and went back to find a change of clothes. When she opened the door to the shower room, Raphael was already showering.

The water spray from the showerhead didn't create much mist, and Raphael's fair skin with a rosy glow was clearly visible to Lingyin.

Because they were sitting on a small stool, those parts became even more curvaceous.

Even though humanoids don't need to drink much water, Rinne is feeling a bit thirsty.

However, Lingyin was brought back to her senses by the spray of water from the showerhead after a short while.

"...Pervert, hurry up and wash."

"Ah."

Caught red-handed, Lingyin blushed slightly and sat down in the shower area next to her.

"Master, how about I call myself Lingyin from now on?" Puppet Doll No. 2 asked.

"Sure."

After rinsing herself clean, Raphael first tested the water temperature in the bath with her toes. She felt the temperature was a bit too high, but still acceptable, before stepping into the pool and sitting down.

The green pool water slowly submerged my body, reaching above my chest.

The frustration caused by "this can't be done" and "that can't be done" gradually faded as the warmth that spread throughout my body faded, replaced by a warmth and comfort that seemed to melt away.

"This is pure bliss."

Raphael let out a long sigh of relief, placed her hands on the pool wall, and spread her legs freely. She completely relaxed her body, closed her eyes, and began to enjoy herself.

After showering, Lingyin held a towel in front of her body, carefully testing the temperature before slowly sitting down.

"Tsk, are you afraid I'll eat you?"

Seeing Lingyin's actions, Raphael immediately revealed a sullen smile. A paper tiger, all talk and no action.

Lingyin only let the water reach her waist, then tilted her head back and splashed a handful of water on herself, feeling the warm, slightly cool water on her skin.

Lingyin thought to herself, "It's so peaceful and comfortable; I want to immerse myself in it."

Looking out at the serene night sky and the twinkling lights of the houses, with countless stars shimmering overhead, it's hard not to enjoy such a view.

Lingyin withdrew her gaze from the distance and, with a slight movement, discovered Raphael's unrestrained posture hidden underwater.

She looked away shyly, but remembering the sensation of the host's calf, she suppressed her embarrassment and slowly reached out her hand.

At this moment, Raphael was completely oblivious, his mind blank, paying no attention to the warnings popping up in his mind, unaware that Rin's hand was already moving towards him.

It wasn't until she felt the same soft, yielding sensation on her calves that she came to her senses.

"Rinne?!"