Chapter 92
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 92
Chapter Title: How to Conquer the Gloomy Big-Titted Magical Girl (2)
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It had been just a fleeting moment, but that first encounter with Koneko was truly intense.
She was so bright and cheerful, it made me wonder if anyone else like her even existed in the world.
Meeting someone with a personality so utterly opposite to my own still felt awkward.
Of course, if it had ended with just chatting, I wouldn't have given it a second thought.
But the real trouble started now, as quitting time drew near.
'I don't wanna go out... An internet cafe? It's full of people, and scary...'
Koneko had suggested they hit up an internet cafe together after work to play some games.
Seraphiel had zero interest in heading to a noisy, crowded spot like that—especially with someone she'd just met today.
But looking into Koneko's sparkling eyes, she couldn't bring herself to refuse.
'Still... running away would be rude to Koneko...'
Deep down, she wanted nothing more than to bolt without a word.
But after finally making a fellow magical girl acquaintance, ditching their plans without notice right after their first meeting?
No way—that was straight-up rude, no question.
"Ma... Manager...?"
In the end, Seraphiel set down the manga she'd been reading on the table and stood up.
"Whoa! What's up?"
The manager jumped in surprise at Seraphiel peeking over at him.
He was used to being the one interrupting her hobby time, so her suddenly approaching out of the blue caught him off guard.
"Um... c-can I... clock out early...?"
There were about five minutes left until quitting time.
"No more dispatch requests should come in today anyway, so yeah, go ahead."
She'd already gone out on one call today, so it was safe to assume nothing else would pop up.
The manager nodded and gave her the okay.
"Th-then... I'll head out... Sorry for the trouble..."
Normally, she'd be glued to her manga or anime and stay late, so him leaving first today was unusual.
'Something going on...?'
If she had plans with someone after work, that'd make sense—but Seraphiel wasn't the type.
Her routine was solo hobby time until a call came in, then work, with the occasional meal out with her manager.
'Well... if she's made a new friend, that'd be great.'
If Seraphiel was stepping out of her loner shell and befriending someone, maybe it'd shake up her routine a bit—in a good way.
He decided to hold onto that hopeful thought.
Meanwhile, in front of the main gate at Magical Girl Management Bureau headquarters...
"Wh-where is she...?"
Feeling embarrassed standing alone at the bustling gate, she crouched by a nearby flower bed, waiting for Koneko.
After a few minutes, a girl with cat ears came into view.
"Ov-over there...!"
Raising her voice felt so unnatural that it cracked embarrassingly.
'I'm losing it... This is so embarrassing... I could die of shame...'
A wave of mortification hit her so hard she thought her limbs might shrivel up. She hung her head and plopped back down, covering her face with her hands.
"Nya? Oh, it's Seraphiel! You got here first!"
Koneko recognized her voice amid the awkwardness and turned toward her, waving enthusiastically.
"Ah... haha..."
Unable to lift her head from the shame, Seraphiel managed a half-rotten smile as Koneko approached and greeted her.
"H-hi..."
"Alright, let's go! I found a great spot already!"
"Eek?!"
Koneko grabbed Seraphiel's hand—ignoring her awkward grin—and started walking briskly, chattering about the PC bang she'd scoped out.
'Wh-what's this... Are those real tail...? No way...'
Stumbling to keep up as Koneko dragged her along, Seraphiel noticed the girl's pants had slipped down just a bit, revealing a gap.
And in that gap... a tail swaying above the curve of her butt.
'It's real... She's a real cat beastkin?! So cute...!'
Even as she was pulled along, Seraphiel spotted the moe points and spiraled into fantasies while teetering on her feet.
Like petting those fluffy upright ears... or grabbing that swishing tail and seeing her reaction...
Lost in such daydreams, she hurried after Koneko until they stopped in front of a building.
"Is this... the place...?"
But it wasn't an internet cafe—it was a fancy motel.
"Yep! Some motels these days have gaming PCs. You can even order food!"
As more people got into gaming, high-spec PC spots were popping up everywhere—even ones where you could eat in.
In other words, they operated like lodging-optional PC bangs.
The place Koneko had picked was exactly that: a motel.
'This... might actually be better...'
Seraphiel still felt uneasy being alone with a near-stranger, but it beat a loud, packed internet cafe.
Even if they played some otaku-ish, niche games, no passersby would gawk.
"I even booked it ahead, so just relax and have fun! Nyahaha!"
Th-thank you..."
They grabbed the card key for their room from the counter and hopped into the elevator.
"What game should we play today? Boss Hunter World? Or something else you like?"
"Boss Hunter... World... together...?"
"Knew you liked it too! Your face lit up when we talked about it earlier!"
"Ehehe..."
-Beep-
They stepped out, swiped the key, and opened the door to a comfy room with three computers and a king-sized bed.
'Why... are there three computers but only one bed...?'
The single massive bed struck her as odd, even if the focus was PC use over lodging.
'I... haven't been dragged to some creepy place, have I...?'
Her mind flooded with dark, twisted imaginings.
Like that lewd manga she'd read before bed last night... or the synopses from her new eroge purchases a few days back.
She tumbled into full otaku pervert fantasies about what naughty things might happen.
"Alright... time to get set up?"
While Seraphiel shivered in fear of foul play, Koneko casually plopped into a chair and installed the game.
"What drink you want? Cola? Soda?"
"Wh-what?!"
"They've got Americano too... tons of weird stuff!"
The PC had the full food order program, selling all sorts of drinks and a few meals.
Koneko scrolled the mouse wheel, waiting for Seraphiel to pick.
"Um... I'll have cola..."
"Got it! We'll eat after some rounds... Sit down already!"
Koneko ordered iced chocolate for herself and a canned cola.
Then she patted the chair next to her, urging Seraphiel to join for games.
'I... I must've overthought it... Someone this nice and bubbly wouldn't do anything weird...'
Shedding her suspicions about such a cheerful, innocent girl, Seraphiel decided it was just her imagination.
Her expression relaxed as she sat, installing the game alongside Koneko.
Over two hours of gaming flew by, the sun fully set, and stomachs started growling.
"Fuuunyaaa... This is tough..."
"Y-yeah... This part's where it gets real..."
Unlike Seraphiel, who had a fully geared high-level character, Koneko's casual play experience made it tricky.
Boss patterns to memorize, gear enhancement tips she needed...
'Lured her here for a reason, but the game's pretty fun too.'
She enjoyed it plenty—she was a gamer at heart—but never forgot why she'd brought Seraphiel here.
'Time to message Master... ♥'
While Seraphiel paused to sip her drink, Koneko texted Jae-hyun the signal to come over.
The motel was close to his place, so she'd use food delivery as an excuse to let him slip in.
"Getting hungry... Wanna order something tasty? We can do room service... or delivery works too!"
"Uh... s-sure..."
Seraphiel glanced at the screen from her game.
'Nothing jumps out... Not really craving anything...'
Ramen, fried rice, tteokbokki, udon—they had it all, but nothing appealed.
"Nothing good here... Delivery it is?"
Koneko pulled up the app, then showed Seraphiel her phone with a smack of her lips.
"This pizza's amazing... What do ya think?"
A violent pile of toppings and cheese assaulted the eyes.
"Looks... good..."
Seraphiel stared blankly at the mouthwatering sight before nodding with pure, honest enthusiasm.
'Hehe... Pretend to order delivery, and Master can come right in... ♥'
Koneko tapped the screen like she was ordering while slyly sending Jae-hyun the motel address.