Tokyo Psychic

Kita Ikuyo breathed a sigh of relief. "Amamiya-senpai is going out."

Akira Kurusu held up the trash bag in her hand and gestured towards them, saying, "I'm just helping to throw away the trash."

The garbage bags are clearly the same style that Tomoyasu Ebizuka and Subaru have been using in their apartment.

"So...would you like to practice together tonight, senior?"

Under the shocked and awe-inspiring gaze of Goto Ichiri, Kita Ikuyo invited Kurusu Akira without any hesitation.

Even after Akira had completely disappeared down the stairwell, Goto Ichiri was still unable to strike up a conversation with this senior band member whose guitar skills far surpassed his own.

This made her feel even more inferior, as if she was about to be completely crushed by the guitar behind her. She sighed and followed Kita Ikuyo upstairs, moving her feet toward room 301.

When I passed by room 302, I found that the door was open and two pretty girls wearing aprons were busily working around the induction cooker in the kitchen, looking like shrine maidens performing some kind of mysterious ritual.

Kita Ikuyo and Goto Ichiri didn't dare disturb them, so they tiptoed past.

A few dim stars floated in the night outside the railing, and the moonlight was shrouded in clouds, no longer bright and sacred.

About five minutes later, the security door to room 301 closed.

This is probably the third time the "Red Ginger" band has had all members present for a rehearsal.

The girls in the living room always seemed to focus their attention, intentionally or unintentionally, on the unfamiliar boy... including An and Subaru.

But An and Subaru's frequent attention to Akira Kurusu was simply because they liked her.

When you like someone, you always want to spend as much time with them as possible and crave more time together.

After gathering his emotions for a while, Ebizuka Satoshi, the leader of the "Red Ginger" band, found the printed sheet music and handed it to the girls behind the instruments.

"Blue, Dark and Orange Day"

This is the song she chose as her debut track from a series of songs that Akira Kurusu gave to the band.

"The band's debut date has been adjusted. I'd like to confirm June 1st. What do you guys think?"

"Oh, International Children's Day..." Anwa Subaru glanced at Akira Kurusu sitting next to him, but before he could even ask her out for a date, he was interrupted by Tomokazu Ebizuka across from him.

"Subaru, please be more serious during training."

Damn it, it was predicted.

An and Subaru had no choice but to obediently flip through the drum score in front of them.

Goto Ichiri buried his head in his hands, fiddling with the guitar strings using a pick.

The girl, who was used to playing guitar solos at home, always made some funny mistakes during the band's training and practice because of her personality. As a result, she felt even more inferior and frustrated when faced with Ebizuka Satoshi's lessons.

It wasn't until Akira Kurusu joined the team that she switched from lead guitar to rhythm guitar... and only then did she breathe a sigh of relief.

The overwhelming psychological pressure dissipated, and I no longer needed to exert myself fully in the band's performance; I only needed to follow the melody and strum a few powerful chords.

Even though Ebizuka Satoshi always privately tells Goto Ichiri not to rely too much on that guy named Amamiya Ren, who is just a mercenary helping out temporarily and will leave the band sooner or later.

Goto Ichiri does sometimes dream of shining under the spotlight on stage, so she secretly admires the boy sitting on the other end of the sofa.

The band's rehearsal lasted for about an hour.

The tenants of room 301 went out together. It was already completely dark, so they prepared to take Goto Ichiri and Kita Ikuyo home one by one.

Considering that it would be inconvenient for a large group of people to visit someone's house, Akira Kurusu and Subaru An were responsible for escorting Ichiri Goto, while Tomokazu Ebizuka and Rupa were responsible for escorting Ikuyo Kita.

The cityscape was stretched into a colorful curtain of light through the windows of the speeding tram. Goto Ichiri found a seat in the empty corner of the carriage.

An and Subaru warmly sat down next to her, wanting to chat with this sensitive and fragile girl to make the atmosphere less awkward.

But perhaps out of fear of being burned by the overly dazzling aura of the popular guy, Goto Ichiri involuntarily shifted her position away from An and Subaru, without making a sound, like a little mole afraid of the sunlight.

Even so, she still glanced at Lai Xixiao's position intentionally or unintentionally, as if she wanted to say something, but always hesitated to speak.

Noticing Goto Ichiri's gaze, and with parting imminent, Kurusu Akira took the initiative to ask her, "Goto-san, is there something you want to tell me?"

Goto Ichiri nodded subconsciously, then quickly shook his head, remaining silent and timid.

Akira Kurusu and Subaru An exchanged a glance. They both knew the girl's personality well enough to ask no further questions.

The atmosphere fell into a genuine silence until Goto Ichiri was dropped off at her doorstep, where she greeted her parents and sister who were standing outside with beaming smiles.

Walking hand in hand with An and Subaru down the quiet street, the girl seemed preoccupied, leaning on Akira Kurusu's shoulder, pulling her hand away to hug his arm and whispering, "This afternoon we really encountered a very formidable enemy."

"Why do you say that?"

"He feels different from that guy named Toudou; he's more like Ren."

"You guessed it too, didn't you?" Akira Kurusu stroked An and Subaru's long hair. "In the battles to come, we'll definitely encounter familiar faces."

"If 'Yuki' was a flawed existence born from a wrong choice, then perhaps the evil god among the enemies, possessing the ability to rewind time..."

"Subaru." The phantom thief's call carried an undeniable power.

An and Subaru tightened their grip on him, but their attitude softened quickly. "...I understand."

After walking for a while longer, she whispered, "When you're comforting me, could you at least take some action?"

"Didn't you see Zhi's expression tonight? If she stays overnight at your place lately, she'll go crazy."

"Hmph, I can sleep at your place. Xiao Mu and Xiang Zi can just squeeze into the next room. Anyway, you have two bedrooms."

......

"So this was Subaru's conspiracy."

Room 302. Mavis was lying on the sofa with her head on Toyokawa Shoko's lap, watching TV. When she saw An and Subaru changing their shoes in the entryway, with a set of pajamas in their arms, she grabbed Toyokawa Shoko's right hand and shook it angrily.

Because she hadn't finished her homework, Ruoye Mu made an excuse to go to sleep after taking a shower that night, and switched out her body to face her math homework, scratching her head in frustration.

When she was fighting the shadows to the death, Metty didn't cry. When she parted from her parents, Metty finally stopped crying. But this time, facing a whole page of mathematical formulas, she felt that she probably didn't have enough tears left.

In the end, Toyokawa Shoko couldn't stand it anymore and took the initiative to help guide Mortis so that she could finish her homework and start watching TV.

Perhaps it was because she had suppressed her playful and mischievous nature since childhood that she passed it on to Metase. So, unlike the pitiful and well-behaved Wakaba Mutsu, Metase was so willful that she could do whatever she wanted with Kurusu Akira or Toyokawa Shoko.

At first, she complained that Toyokawa Shoko had abandoned Wakaba Mutsu, but as time went by, she gradually began to like Toyokawa Shoko, who had become gentler and more reliable than before, and would cling to her and act coquettishly every day.

As for An and Subaru... a little girl's likes are always fickle. When Motis thought about how she had finally managed to come out tonight but couldn't hold Akira Kurusu to sleep, she rolled around in Toyokawa Shoko's arms while yelling things like "I don't like Subaru anymore."

But in the end, it did not escalate into some absurd and decadent scene.

An and Subaru went back to room 301 and laid out their recently purchased gaming laptop next to Akira Kurusu.

Four people are playing Left 4 Dead 2 together.

An and Subaru, wielding fire axes, ran at the front of the group, their eyes bloodshot with rage.

With her superhuman reflexes and finger coordination, Akira easily used her Magnum pistol to nod and kill the infected who broke through her attack range around An and Subaru.

Shoko Toyokawa and Motisse's reactions were both hilarious.

When Boomer sprayed bile all over Toyokawa Shoko's screen, you could see the young lady's shoulders tremble violently, and she almost flung the mouse away.

Then she had to keep a straight face and try to pretend nothing had happened to continue playing the game, but in reality she couldn't even hold the mouse steady.

When Mottis is ambushed and attacked by Jockey, who is hiding in the corner, she screams in fright.

For a moment, Akira Kurusu couldn't tell who the infected was. Metis's screams were even louder than the Witch's shrieks when it was enraged.

......

In room 303 of the "Fujiki Residence," the Fujiki couple, who were cleaning the empty room, couldn't help but shake their heads at the noise from next door.

These young people... they're all having such fancy games.

Mr. Fujiki looked at the empty room in front of him and wondered if the boy would bring a few more beautiful girls to share the room in a while.

Should we just lower their rent a bit...?

The old man pondered that, given this trend, it seemed his entire building would eventually be taken over by Lai Qixiao.

......

Room 302.

Satoshi Ebizuka, dressed in hot pants and a tank top, sat cross-legged on the sofa, picked up a washed apple, and took a bite.

"It's so sour..." She frowned, then looked at Rupa beside her. "Rupa, don't you think they're noisy?"

The exotic-looking girl smiled and looked back at her friend who relied on her. "Zhi, what's wrong?"

Ebizuka Tomo pointed to the wall behind him, a faint hint of resentment on his face.

Rupa said slowly, "If Zhi feels lonely, he can go and play with them too."

A blush quickly spread across Ebizuka Tomo's fair face. Like a cobra whose tail had been stepped on, she straightened up in a flash. "Who, who would feel lonely?!"

Rupa smiled without saying a word, and simply handed the TV remote control in his hand to Ebizuka Satoshi.

The night outside the window was exceptionally quiet, but it seemed as if some evil thing was quietly growing in the darkness.

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(This is the chapter I was stuck on last night. There will be another update tonight.)

192. Overnight stay

The thin, soft pajamas outlined the girl's slender figure.

The shapely lines bend or straighten with the rise and fall of the waist, creating a visual impact that blends innocence and sexiness.

When her long hair flowed, it carried a faint scent of shampoo.

The girl knelt on the bed, panting, her face still flushed...

Is it...is it coming?

Metis's trembling voice was a mixture of excitement and fear.

"Don't worry, I'll be very gentle."

A brief answer.

Then the next moment—

Akira Kurusu, holding up two pillows, imitated "Kirigaya Kazuto" and unleashed "Starburst Stream Slash". Metath, covering her head and shrinking her neck, was hit and screamed.

An and Subaru sat next to each other, holding up their phones and playing some passionate music they couldn't name. Toyokawa Shoko, who was covering her head with her pillow, was bumped into by the fleeing Metaphor and fell onto the bed, laughing and rolling around in Metaphor's arms.

Scattered playing cards lay on the messy bed sheets.

Actually, this is a game of drawing jokers.

Since there was no tape or washable markers, a pillow fight was the only punishment we could use.

Time slips away unnoticed.

Room 302 has two bedrooms, but the beds are not very big. They are spacious enough for one person to lie down, more than enough for two people, a bit crowded for three people, and for four people, they would be so cramped that they would roll onto the floor if they turned over.

"Well, it's a shame about that super big bed in room 301..." Anwa Subaru lay next to Kurusu Akira, playing on his phone. His slender, porcelain-white legs under his shorts lifted and lowered, his smooth, thin feet deliberately rubbing against Kurusu Akira's knees. Whenever Kurusu Akira looked at him with a slightly helpless expression, Anwa Subaru would respond with a provocative look.

"If we actually move there, it'll just be the two of us lying around, what a waste."

"Hmph...that's hard to say." Anhe Mao pulled back the covers and lay down, hugging her boyfriend's waist and staring at his profile from close range.

Fortunately, Akira Kurusu possessed remarkable self-control. Even faced with such provocation, she remained unfazed, scrolling through YouTube videos on her phone. The video playing on the screen was from that same beauty blogger with a dismally low view count that she had seen before.

Even though they were sharing the same bed, An and Subaru could clearly hear a girl making "meow meow meow" noises coming from Akira Kurusu's phone.

"You wouldn't happen to be following this guy named 'Meow Dream', would you?"

"Oh, you actually followed me."

"Why do you follow beauty bloggers? Why don't you just ask me about makeup or clothing matching? If all else fails, you can ask Zhi for advice; she's really good at fashion!"

Akira thought of the adorable girl next door, who looked like a doll. Indeed, every day she saw her, she always had a completely different outfit. Her clothes weren't expensive, but she always managed to create a variety of styles.

An and Subaru immediately put on a thoughtful expression. "That's strange. You actually think that way?...Do you particularly like the petite and cute type like Satoshi?"

"Don't slander me. Who would be interested in a girl with such a thin and frail figure?!"

"Hmm... Mutsu is the particularly slender type, and so is Rina."

"Knowing too much is not a good thing."

"Oh dear, the logic that curiosity killed the cat doesn't apply to me." Anwa Subaru nudged Akira's shoulder. "It's late, you can go to sleep now."

As she spoke, she reached out to snatch Qi Xiao's phone. "Also, following beauty bloggers who specialize in lewd content won't clear you of the suspicion of being a lolicon."