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Who Can Resist Nakano Nino? [194]
🕑 Added 2025-11-03 13:24:48 +0000 UTCAfter lunch, tutoring wrapped up.
The Nakano quintuplets decided to spend the afternoon shopping for swimsuits. Even if they’d only be at the seaside amusement park for one day, swimsuits were non-negotiable—any girl who cared about appearances knew that much.
Shirase tried to tag along, claiming with absolute seriousness that he was an expert with “over thirty years of swimsuit research experience.”
Amid Yotsuba’s cheerful giggles, he was promptly and mercilessly shoved out the door by a furiously blushing Nino.
“Who doesn’t know what kind of crooked thoughts you’re having? Thirty years of swimsuit research? Who’d believe that nonsense?”
Still red in the face, she grumbled her complaints as she pushed him outside.
“You’re doubting a normal man’s aesthetic sense,” Shirase countered, defending his so-called professional pride. “You know all those super-popular female game characters are designed by male developers, right?”
“And?” Nino shot back. “What does that have to do with anything?”
“Of course it matters. Whether it’s Bayonetta or any of the other beautiful heroines in recent years, the reason they work so well is because the male creators understand male preferences—they know exactly what players want to see.”
“How shameless can you be, saying that out loud.”
“I’m speaking purely from a professional perspective.”
Nino glanced back toward the living room, cheeks glowing. After confirming none of her sisters were eavesdropping, she lowered her voice. “Okay, enough. I already know what you’re really after.”
“Even I don’t know what I’m thinking—and somehow you do?” Shirase raised an eyebrow, pretending to be genuinely surprised.
Her blush deepened. She glared at him, a mix of irritation and embarrassment. “Isn’t it obvious? You just want to help me choose a swimsuit. I’ll pick a few, send you pictures later—that’s good enough, right?”
Shirase blinked at her, speechless. “What’s gotten into you? Why are you being so generous today?”
“Shut up!”
...
After Shirase left, Nino stood there for a while, touching her burning cheeks and humming under her breath.
She hadn’t forgotten that tomorrow’s outing wouldn’t just be the five sisters—Isshiki Iroha was coming too.
That little Tamamo-no-Mae who kept eyeing her boyfriend… Nino didn’t even feel like being on guard anymore.
Because to her, Isshiki Iroha was weak. Not even worth taking seriously.
All she needed to do was calmly and decisively assert her dominance.
Mm. I’ll start with the swimsuit, she thought smugly.
...
After returning home, Shirase told Kojima Kana he was heading out to “gather intelligence.” Naturally, she approved.
While Kana went into the bedroom, Shirase reopened [Free Hosting], which he hadn’t touched in a while.
After the system’s dazzling performance during the filming project, Shirase had concluded some things were best left to it. After all, it was the ultimate all-around player.
[Thank you for using Free Hosting again.]
[Detected Host’s strong desire to investigate opposing soccer team intelligence.]
[System contemplating…]
“If you dare suggest going in to play the hero again,” Shirase warned calmly, “I swear you’ll meet your great-grandma in the afterlife.”
[Please note: System has no great-grandma setting. Besides, Host has already left multiple bad reviews.]
That last line somehow sounded… resentful.
[System has decided to assist Host in intelligence-gathering.]
[Target: Toyogasaki Academy.]
The system was always efficient. The moment it decided, it moved—no hesitation.
Shirase never worried about it losing its way. When it came to sniffing out opportunities for “heroic acts,” the system was in a league of its own.
Since the destination was a bit far, it sensibly chose the train instead of wasting Shirase’s money on a taxi.
On the subway, the system kept Shirase’s face perfectly neutral—an icy, “stay-away” look.
Even so, his naturally handsome features still drew attention. A few fashionable girls—expertly made-up one of the “Three Great Sorceries of Asia,” he thought wryly—started whispering. Eventually, the shortest one worked up the courage to approach him.
“Hey, handsome. Where’re you headed?” she asked brightly.
“System, hit her with a killer comeback,” Shirase ordered at once.
Not that it needed the reminder.
“I don’t talk to flat-chested girls,” the system replied coldly.
The girl froze as if she’d just witnessed an alien landing.
Two little girls nearby, probably elementary schoolers, looked down at themselves, then pouted sadly—already mourning their romantic futures.
“You… don’t you think that’s a little rude?” the short girl asked, voice trembling.
“No,” the system answered without hesitation.
She gritted her teeth, unwilling to let a catch like this slip away. Pointing subtly toward her friend, she whispered, “You like bigger ones? That’s fine—my friend’s got a big chest. Can we trade contacts now?”
If an average guy had said something like that, he’d have been yelled at—or slapped.
“I don’t like big ones either,” the system said just as flatly.
Now completely lost, the girl frowned. “Then what do you like?”
“I prefer the kind that grows on the back.”
“…???”
She stumbled back to her friends, looking utterly defeated and questioning her entire worldview.
“You just turned me into a guy with a freaky fetish,” Shirase muttered dryly.
[As long as the Host’s desired outcome is achieved efficiently, the process is irrelevant.]
“You make too much sense. Should I be thanking you?”
[No need to thank me—just leave a good review.]
...
They reached Toyogasaki Academy without incident.
It was Saturday, so the campus was mostly deserted. Only the faint sounds of balls bouncing and distant club chants echoed through the air.
At the gate, the system politely asked the guard, “May I go inside?”
The guard eyed him warily. “What business do you have here?”
“I’m here to gather intelligence on your school,” the system answered bluntly.
A large metaphorical question mark appeared over the guard’s head.
“You’re not even trying to pretend anymore?” Shirase hissed. “Intelligence-gathering should be subtle—like an assassin infiltration!”
[Host, define ‘assassin infiltration.’]
“Simple. Charge in and eliminate all witnesses. Then no one can report you.”
[Host is truly wise. System approves—System will follow this method.]
After being turned away by the guard, the system calmly circled the perimeter. When the coast was clear, it scaled the wall with practiced ease—just like it had during the film shoot.
[System has successfully infiltrated.]
The system reported proudly.
Shirase’s voice was utterly flat. “You’re incredible.”
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