mygo, Villain Simulator

Shirogane Miyuki's face gradually turned pale.

My heart felt like it was being squeezed tighter and tighter by some invisible hand.

"...No...that's not right."

"President, it's no use if you don't believe me. This evidence is almost enough to be included in the student council newsletter!"

Fujiwara Chika was still enthusiastically listing them.

“That’s right.” Ishigami added, “Although I don’t know much about dating, I do know how to observe. This state means you’ve fallen for someone.”

The two of them were singing in unison, as if they were holding a "Kaguya-sama: Love Analysis Press Conference".

Their words, however, were like emotionless arrows, piercing Shirogane Miyuki's heart one by one.

"……enough."

With a pale face, Shirogane Miyuki raised his hand, clutched his chest, and uttered these words with difficulty.

He reached out and stopped the two guys who were getting more and more excited and might even talk until dark.

"I see."

The air in the student council office fell silent instantly.

"Hmm—President, your reaction is way too slow!" Fujiwara Chika said, hands on her hips, looking completely smug. "Kaguya made it so obvious, and you're only realizing it now?"

“Yeah.” Ishigami put down his game console. “The student council president is so oblivious.”

"Woo——"

Where no one could see, Shirogane Miyuki felt as if his heart had been mercilessly stabbed again.

At that moment, only one desperate thought echoed in his mind—Shinomiya, he really fell in love with someone else.

Chapter 428 Soyo says it's better this way.

"Wakaba, let's go, let's go buy you a dress."

On Friday afternoon, just after returning home, Ichinose Wakaba saw Nagasaki's mother walking towards him, with Nagasaki Sose following closely behind.

The girl's face showed a helpless expression. She wanted to stop her mother, but the other woman completely ignored her.

"The production team has prepared a formal dress for me."

After revising the plan for the next episode and learning that it involved attending a banquet, the production team asked each guest on "Let's Start Dating Today" for their physical information—"We'll prepare a copy for you."

Of course, it's free, since the show has a sponsor, which happens to be a clothing company.

Therefore, Ichinose Wakaba declined Nagasaki's mother's kind offer.

but--

"How can that be done!"

Nagasaki's mother immediately put her hands on her hips, her expression very serious, "This is my first time on such a formal stage, even if the production team..."

"You need to have a decent set of clothes too! You'll definitely need them someday!"

Ichinose Wakaba felt that he probably wouldn't need it in the future, since he was unlikely to appear in any serious situations.

But she couldn't resist Nagasaki's mother's enthusiasm, which was like a whirlwind.

Before Ichinose Wakaba could react, he was pushed out the door by Nagasaki's mother, and Nagasaki Sosei followed behind them.

When did it become a thing for a young girl to go out with her mother?

What's more, Ichinose Wakaba is also with them now.

So, a happy smile appeared on the girl's face.

"I said, really, there's no need to go to that trouble—"

"Shut up and go!"

Nagasaki Sase looked at him helplessly, "Mom is the kind of person who likes to do things the opposite of what she wants."

While her mother went to get the car, the girl who had been following behind quietly came to Ichinose Wakaba's side and looked up.

In that instant, Ichinose Wakaba's peripheral vision fell on Nagasaki Sase.

A pale blue long shirt clung gently to the girl's shoulders; the fabric was soft and clean, billowing slightly in the breeze. A pale white long skirt reached down to her calves, its hem adorned with a delicate band of pale yellow floral patterns, like the soft light of morning sun gently falling on the sea.

The girl's hair slid down her shoulders in the wind, carrying the fresh scent of shampoo—not strong, but with a very clean fragrance.

Because they were so close, Ichinose Wakaba's nose was filled with the other person's scent every time she breathed.

Similarly, Nagasaki Sosei's nose was also filled with the scent of Ichinose Wakaba.

The taste was very similar to hers, you could even say exactly the same.

The reason is that the two of them use the same laundry detergent, air freshener, and other similar products.

The person next to her smiled slightly and added in a low voice, "Mom is really persistent. The more you tell her not to, the more determined she becomes."

"Therefore, do not resist."

The girl's blue eyes shone with a soft light, like the quietest corner of the deep sea. She spoke softly, her voice so gentle it was as if she were afraid to disturb the wind of this moment.

He could even clearly hear the faint sound of her breathing.

"..."

Ichinose Wakaba was speechless for a moment, and didn't even dare to look directly into those eyes.

It wasn't because the other person gave some irresistible reason—it was because that one look, that warmth, was just too…gentle.

Basically, if Ichinose Wakaba wants a hug, Nagasaki Sase will open his arms and welcome her with a "Sure~".

People who have been dealing with a lot of emotional debts lately turned their heads away, refusing to look at Nagasaki Sase's eyes, which were turning to tears.

Choosing a suit is actually a very simple process.

Before Ichinose Wakaba could even react, Nagasaki Sase's mother "escorted" her all the way to the city's largest upscale shopping center.

In the spacious and bright atrium, a piano is playing a light serenade, and the air is filled with a faint scent of wood and perfume.

Without much hesitation, Nagasaki's mother strode straight into a men's bespoke suit brand store with an extremely sophisticated interior design, her steps crisp and decisive.

"Give me the best!"

Nagasaki's mother immediately unleashed her financial power, her tone resolute, as if this shopping trip wasn't about picking out a suit, but rather preparing for her daughter-in-law and son-in-law to meet her parents.

And those who love this kind of customer the most are always professional salespeople.

"Of course, please come this way."

The sales clerk, dressed in a sharp suit, flashed a standard smile, his eyes lighting up as if he saw a glimmer of hope for sales.

What happened next was like being caught in a pre-arranged "fashion storm".

One suit after another was brought in, from dark gray to navy blue, from tailored to three-piece suits. Each one was neatly hung on a metal hanger, the fabric smooth and soft, its expensive texture palpable even with a gentle touch.

"This set is perfect for your shoulder width."

"The waistline of this piece accentuates the proportions better."

"This color makes people look energetic without being too old-fashioned."

Before Ichinose Wakaba could even think, the saleswoman and Nagasaki's mother had already smoothly ushered him into the fitting room.

"Just pick any set."

"Shut up and go change!"

Nagasaki Sase, who was waiting at the door, chuckled and leaned against the wall, his blue pupils curving into crescents.

"Go for it, Wakaba-kun!" she couldn't help but tease. "No one can fight back against Mom's condition."

""

Sighing, Ichinose Wakaba resignedly picked up the expensive-looking dress and went inside.

When he changed into his first suit and walked out of the fitting room.

The shop assistant was calculating the commission for this set.

Nagasaki's mother nodded in satisfaction.

Nagasaki Sase was momentarily stunned.

The black fitted suit hugged his figure perfectly, its clean lines giving him a more mature and sophisticated look.

The subtle boundary between a boy and a young man was gently blurred by this suit.

"Wow……"

Nagasaki Sase sighed softly to himself, raised his phone, and snapped a photo. The handsome, slightly shy boy was captured perfectly.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was enough for Ichinose Wakaba, who was standing in front of the mirror adjusting her cufflinks.

Then, he saw Nagasaki Sase lift up his phone and do something.

There, the screensaver was set to the photo that had just been taken.

Walking over, Nagasaki's mother looked him up and down, then clapped her hands and said, "Okay, this set is on the order."

The decision was made swiftly and decisively, leaving Ichinose Wakaba no chance to refuse.

"Shuangshi thinks it's good too, right?"

"Hmm~"

Nagasaki Sase walked forward naturally, brushing past her mother who was at the checkout. Her steps were light, carrying a hint of barely perceptible joy.

When she looked up again, her light blue eyes fell directly on Ichinose Wakaba.

That gaze... was clean and bright, yet so direct that it left one with nowhere to escape.

Feeling a little uncomfortable being stared at, Ichinose Wakaba subconsciously raised her hand to push up her glasses, trying to find something to say to break the atmosphere.

"that--"

"Shhh."

Nagasaki Sōse gently reached out his hand, his fingertips touching the words before he spoke.

The next second, she leaned closer, her slender fingertips touching Ichinose Wakaba's black-rimmed glasses, and gently took them off.

Without his glasses, the boy's features were delicate and sharp, his facial lines soft yet no longer hidden behind that ordinary filter.

Nagasaki Sase looked at him, a smile playing on his lips, his eyes shining slightly.

"I feel like I'm about to fall in love at first sight."

She said it half-jokingly, but the soft light in her eyes made it seem more serious than a joke.

In that instant, Ichinose Wakaba's heart felt as if it had been gently struck by something.

After a brief silence, Nagasaki Sase smiled gently and put his glasses back on his face, as if he were performing a small ritual between the two of them.

"...You're better this way."

Nagasaki Sase said softly, her gaze still fixed on his face—"Because that way you won't attract other girls anymore."

Chapter 429 Loser Number 1

The mygo group is unusually quiet today.

Guitarist Chihaya Aine would pop up every now and then, either forwarding some strange news with "shocking!" or posting a few meaningless emojis, and occasionally replying to others with an overly excited tone.

But today—no, it should be said that starting yesterday, that pink-haired girl seems to have "evaporated" from the group chat, not a single message has appeared.

As a result, the once lively mygo group, which resembled some kind of online hub, suddenly became so quiet that it left people feeling uneasy.

There were no sudden bursts of "hahahaha," no mysterious grammar of "Aiyin style," and no one was led astray by her without any basis.

The only occasional message in the group is "Read 4".

--desolate.

Someone posted, "Where do we meet for the press conference the day after tomorrow?", and it took a long time before a couple of scattered replies appeared.

This silence made everyone increasingly aware that something was "wrong".

—In fact, the signs had already appeared a few days ago.

That day, Nagasaki Sase sent a message in the group chat: