".Dream Sakuramiya's room is dark and vast, and I don't even know where I got separated from her."
Listening to Yan Huan's inquiry, Cool Sakuramiya slowly crawled out from under the table.
True to her na, her outfit was vastly different from the other personas.
She wore a black baseball cap with the words "keep out" written on it, and light blue cat-ear headphones hung around her neck.
Over a versatile black t-shirt, she wore a punk-style black long-sleeved leather jacket. Beneath her dark denim shorts that barely reached her thighs were distinctly patterned black fishnet stockings.
She turned her head to appraise the dead silence of Dream Sakuramiya's barrier. When her gaze fell upon the trail of blood spreading across the floor, her eyes lowered slightly, seemingly thinking of Dream Sakuramiya.
Dream Sakuramiya was her friend.
Her high-top punk leather boots paused slightly as she slipped her hands into her jacket pockets.
"However, Perfect Sakuramiya didn't find Self-Doubting Sakuramiya in this barrier. Most likely, she had already left a step ahead, right?"
Yan Huan, transford into a white cat, observed her expression and thought for a second before asking,
"Do you know how to get to the delivery room?"
"The delivery room... You want to..."
"Yeah. Earlier, I was unable to contact Petite Hitomi and the others through the surveillance caras. I have no idea how things are going over there. The worst-case scenario is that sothing has happened to them too."
Yan Huan looked at her and continued,
"Now that Self-Doubting Sakuramiya is nowhere to be found, we can't just wait here forever, right? Perfect Sakuramiya still doesn't know we are heading to the delivery room, so we might as well get moving imdiately.
"Only by finding the location of her barrier can we put an end to her one-sided massacre once and for all."
Cool Sakuramiya stared blankly at the white cat before her, clearly not expecting Yan Huan to be so calm.
An ordinary person would probably be left with psychological trauma after seeing a massacre scene straight out of a horror film.
Not to ntion, they were currently in a supernatural barrier completely detached from daily life...
Originally, Cool Sakuramiya had already prepared for the worst.
She thought the president would be scared out of his wits by the previous scene, just burying his head in her arms and constantly muttering sothing like:
"Baby, what should we do?"
Who knew, Yan Huan was no ordinary university student!
He was the Student Council President who had battled Modifiers an unknown number of tis. He had waded through fire and water, handled business in An Le's bed, and fought his way out of Ye Shiyu's hypnosis. He was an iron-boned tough guy!
"Yeah, let's do that..."
Unconsciously, Cool Sakuramiya followed Yan Huan's lead and stepped toward the door.
As she walked, she explained,
"Dream Sakuramiya's barrier isn't isolated from the others. Therefore, leaving from here will randomly place us into any of the surrounding barriers.
"Let's just hope the place we end up isn't the one Perfect Sakuramiya exited into."
Yan Huan had originally been walking forward on all fours, only to realize that he couldn't even match one of Cool Sakuramiya's strides after running several steps.
Thus, he raised his eyes to glance at Cool Sakuramiya's shoulder. Subconsciously, he wanted to mimic ow-chan and jump onto her shoulder to hitch a ride.
One, two, three...
Jump!
Yan Huan crouched in place, pushed off fiercely with his hind legs, and leaped up.
As a result, his body in mid-air was nothing like ow-chan's weightless grace. He only managed to fly as high as the base of Cool Sakuramiya's thigh before flailing wildly and dropping down, ultimately eating dirt in a clumsy fall.
"Thud!"
Yan Huan's face darkened as he hit the ground. 'Aren't all cats supposed to automatically adjust their center of gravity to land on all fours?' he thought.
'Why can't I do it?'
"ow-hahahaha!!"
Whether the fall brought him pain or not was another story. From the side, ow-chan's untily mocking laughter instantly rang out.
Yan Huan turned his head, only to see it lying on the carpet, clutching its belly with one paw pad while pointing at Yan Huan and laughing uproariously with the other paw pad.
It looked exactly like a laughing cat
emoji...
"I am a deity. Only a deity can do such things, ow!"
The deity ow-chan declared just like that.
"Laugh all you want..."
Yan Huan gnashed his teeth in anger, but with the situation being so urgent, he couldn't be bothered to deal with this useless fellow.
He was more inclined to give up his fantasies and obediently travel on all fours.
The next second, a pair of small hands suddenly reached over, wrapping around his furry body and holding him tightly in her arms.
It was Cool Sakuramiya.
Yan Huan subconsciously spread his paws, and his cat face just so happened to press against her budding chest.
'Hmm?'
'Is Cool Sakuramiya different from the other personas, so she has developed a bit?'
'Why does it feel...'
'Like she isn't as flat as the Sakuramiya in my impression, but actually has so substance, just like Perfect Sakuramiya?'
"ow?"
Yan Huan blinked and raised his eyes to look at Cool Sakuramiya. The result was exactly the sa as before. As soon as he looked up, Cool Sakuramiya turned her head away, snorted softly, and explained,
"Hmph... It's just a practical decision based on your current size, purely so we can move faster..."
"ow..."
Yan Huan's mind was completely consud with the philosophical debate of 'To be flat or not to be flat, that is the question.' On the surface, he mimicked ow-chan's signature move of playing dumb, acting as if he had truly beco a little kitten that couldn't understand her words.
Behind them, ow-chan, who had been sitting on the ground laughing its head off, watched Yan Huan being held comfortably in her arms. Its erald eyes turned red with jealousy.
Its whiskers curled up in anger as it trotted after them, cursing while it ran,
"That's unfair, ow! In the past, I always had to proactively jump onto your shoulder! You never once carried ! Why do you get to be carried, ow?!"
"..."
Yan Huan buried his head in Cool Sakuramiya's arms, pretending not to hear it speak.
"Click~"
The next second, Cool Sakuramiya cast one final glance back at Dream Sakuramiya's barrier, placed her hand on the doorknob, and gently pushed the door open.
Following the motion, they arrived inside another persona's barrier.
"Rustle... Rustle..."
"Oh, Sakuramiya... I love you the most..."
"President..."
From the other side of the door, strange voices sounding like sothing out of a teen idol drama drifted over.
Even though the voices clearly belonged to himself and Sakuramiya, it still made Yan Huan feel physically unwell just listening to it.
Because...
It was just way too forced.
Sakuramiya's voice was intentionally raised to a high pitch, while his own voice was deliberately lowered into a deep, vibrating bass...
Hearing this, Yan Huan pricked up his ears and turned his head.
He saw that before him was another incredibly dim bedroom.
But compared to Dream Sakuramiya's bedroom, this one was obviously much smaller, only about a dozen or so square ters.
Within the unspacious room, trash bags and instant noodle bowls littered the floor.
The surrounding walls were completely plastered with all sorts of Yan Huan rchandise.
But it seed to be a Two-Dinsional version of him.
Whether it was collectible figures or badges...
There was even a long Yan Huan bare-chested body pillow!
"..."
Yan Huan and Cool Sakuramiya's expressions both stiffened. Their eyes trembled slightly as they looked beside the body pillow, where a Sakuramiya wearing pajamas was reaching down to scratch her belly.
Her hair was disheveled, and there were dark circles under her originally beautiful eyes.
Yan Huan cast a casual glance and discovered that, just like Cool Sakuramiya, she no longer possessed her usual flat runway.
'You guys developed at the sa ti?'
When Yan Huan and the others entered, she was watching so obscure short ani on a tablet. Upon hearing the noise, she blankly raised her head to look at the doorway.
Just in ti to lock eyes with Cool Sakuramiya and Yan Huan.
"Huh? Cool Sakuramiya, why are you here?"
'She knows Cool Sakuramiya?!'
Yan Huan blankly raised his eyes to look at Cool Sakuramiya, only to see a look of absolute disbelief on her face.
"Otaku Sakuramiya, how... how did you end up like this?!"
'Otaku Sakuramiya?'
'Are you sure it isn't Baqiao Sakuramiya?'
Yan Huan was greatly shocked and speechless for a mont.
'That's not right. I've been to Baqiao's house before, and it was actually quite clean and tidy.'
'Even the different models and styles of cups he bought were neatly arranged in his drawers. It was absolutely nothing like this...'
"Ah? Isn't this great? Ah, what are you doing here? Don't disturb the private world between the president and ... Oho, you even brought a cat in from the outside world. Not bad."
"We... we're just passing through..."
"Ah, that's good. Hurry up and leave, go on."
The Otaku Sakuramiya on the bed sat up hugging the body pillow, casually scratching her rear.
Just like that, while yawning, she caught sight of the Yan Huan body pillow beside her. She couldn't help but blush and let out a creepy laugh.
"Hehehe, husband, here I co~"
"Eek!"
Seeing this, Cool Sakuramiya hurriedly reached out to cover Yan Huan's eyes in her arms, simultaneously turning to pull open the door again.
"Click~"
Imdiately after, they entered another room... a much more spacious room.
There didn't seem to be a Sakuramiya here. It was completely silent.
"Phew..."
Cool Sakuramiya, however, breathed a sigh of relief, feeling completely at ease in this place.
"This place is my barrier."
Yan Huan raised his eyes and glanced at the room, which was entirely hung with various guitars and rock and roll morabilia. He made no comnt and instead turned to ask Cool Sakuramiya, "That Otaku Sakuramiya... was she not like that before?"
"Right!"
Cool Sakuramiya lifted her head and explained to Yan Huan,
"Even though she liked to be an otaku in the past, she was completely normal! She would do a lot of crafts, making your rchandise by hand, and even send so over to ... I have no idea how she turned into what she is now..."
"..."
'Hmm...'
Yan Huan originally didn't have any particular thoughts on the matter. After all, Sakuramiya's Modifier was incredibly versatile, capable of conjuring far too many tricks.
'Could it be that after Perfect Sakuramiya began her massacre, that persona abandoned herself to despair in the face of such precarious days?'
'Wait...'
Right at this mont, Yan Huan couldn't help but look at Cool Sakuramiya's chest once again.
He was reminded of Perfect Sakuramiya's oppai, which had similarly started to develop. A sudden thought struck him.
"Do you know how many personas Perfect Sakuramiya has killed so far?"
"...Why ask that all of a sudden?"
Although Cool Sakuramiya was puzzled, she still honestly explained,
"Petite Hitomi tallied it up with us. By now, she has killed nearly twenty personas... Lazy Hitomi, Lewd Hitomi... Cold Hitomi, Flat-Chested Sakuramiya..."
'Flat-Chested Sakuramiya...'
'She must have been a very cute persona. How could this happen...'
'It's all that hateful Perfect Sakuramiya's fault! She destroyed all the beauty in the world!'
But upon hearing this, Yan Huan seed to have understood sothing.
He cast another suspicious glance at the Cool Sakuramiya before him and couldn't help but mutter,
"So, when she kills those personas, it doesn't just affect her, but it also affects all of you?"
"Affects... us?"
Cool Sakuramiya was slightly startled, looking down at the cat form of Yan Huan in her arms.
He was staring at her body with a thoughtful expression.
Thus, following his gaze, Cool Sakuramiya looked down at herself and saw the slight curves on her chest.
"..."
The next second, Cool Sakuramiya's face flushed crimson. She grabbed Yan Huan's face and began to aggressively rub and squeeze it.
"Where are you looking?! You pervert!"
Yan Huan hadn't expected that he would one day experience the feeling of ow-chan being ravaged by him.
'And isn't this girl getting more and more enthusiastic with her rubbing?'
"..."
Seeing Cool Sakuramiya bite her lip and glare at him with utter disgust, while the motion of her hands rubbing his cat face grew harder and faster, Yan Huan completely couldn't hold back anymore.
He hastily reached out a cat paw to pat the back of her hand, reminding her,
"Stop rubbing. Your body has undergone changes. Isn't that more important? This is related to Perfect Sakuramiya. What if it's harmful to you?"
"Hmph, I don't need your concern! Don't think that just because of this... you can bring us closer!"
Hearing his words, Cool Sakuramiya's face reddened a few shades deeper as she turned her head away once more.
But her hands moved with even greater force due to her nervousness, completely squishing Yan Huan's face out of shape.
"..."
'ow-chan, I will treat you more gently in the future...'
Being rubbed to the point of imnse pain, Yan Huan seed to finally understand the agony of being a little kitten, giving rise to so repentance toward ow-chan in his heart.
"Well... it's not exactly a bad thing, right? At least my figure is better than before... Heh, I suppose I caught a bit of luck from Perfect Sakuramiya's actions."
Once her nervousness faded a bit, Cool Sakuramiya finally regained her senses and began to inspect the mutations that had occurred on her body.
But upon hearing this, Yan Huan imdiately retorted,
"How is this not a bad thing? Weren't you perfectly fine the way you were before?"
Yan Huan realized that he wasn't actually a fan of any single faction at all.
When it ca to An Le, big was naturally good.
But when it ca to Sakuramiya, flat was the absolute best! There were no other options!
"Uuu..."
However, upon hearing this, Cool Sakuramiya's eyes shrank slightly. The pink tint at the very hair ends of her bangs seed to physically manifest her shyness, spreading across her face and only stopping when it reached her earlobes.
"Hmph~"
She let out a soft snort and turned her head away, while at the sa ti holding Yan Huan tightly a little bit more.
"But... if her killing the other personas also affects us, then why didn't we beco as powerful as her after she killed Frail Sakuramiya?"
"Hmm... I suspect the reason for your changes doesn't co from Perfect Sakuramiya, but from Hitomi's main body."
Yan Huan flicked his tail and spoke softly,
"Perfect Sakuramiya is special. She can independently regulate these changes originating from the main body. It's just like the matter of sleeping—the fact that I made her fall asleep and enter the Dream Realm is proof of this."
"...If that's the case, since she wants to enlarge her oppai, why... is her... um... progress still so limited?"
"..."
Yan Huan and Cool Sakuramiya locked eyes for a few seconds, their large eyes eting small eyes, but neither had a definitive answer.
In the end, it was Yan Huan who guessed at a possibility:
"Who knows, maybe she's unwilling..."
"..."
"More importantly, there's another terrifying matter. You ntioned earlier that she killed Lewd Hitomi?"
"Yeah... that's what Petite Hitomi said."
Hearing this, Yan Huan felt completely uneasy.
Because, from Otaku Sakuramiya's recent changes, Yan Huan realized a very severe problem.
'Perfect Sakuramiya killing Lewd Hitomi might have been to prevent desire from affecting her calm decision-making. It's sowhat similar to all those abstinence theories from my previous life...'
'But looking at it now, killing Lewd Hitomi doesn't an killing the lustful desires themselves.'
'The personas, and even Hitomi's main body, still possess lustful desires. This was obvious from Otaku Sakuramiya just now.'
'And by killing Lewd Hitomi, Perfect Sakuramiya has rely blocked the channel for venting those desires.'
'Clearly having desires, yet being unable to vent them normally for various reasons, they can only keep them bottled up inside.'
'Then, the more they hold it in, the more repressed it becos, and the more abstract it gets...'
'If this isn't Displayed Suppression, what is it?'
"..."
At the thought that Perfect Sakuramiya might have secretly cultivated an army of Displayed Suppression personas, Yan Huan's expression couldn't help but stiffen.
"We... should really hurry up and find the delivery room..."
"Hmph, I know."
Cool Sakuramiya snorted lightly and turned her head away once more.
Although she always put on this sa verbal act, from beginning to end she had held tightly onto Yan Huan without ever letting go.
After saying that, she turned to leave this barrier that belonged to her.
However, the instant they turned their heads, a faint rustling sound suddenly ca from behind them.
Cool Sakuramiya didn't hear it, but Yan Huan pricked his ears and hurriedly whipped his head around.
"Who's there?!"
"Huh?"
Hearing Yan Huan abruptly turn and speak, Cool Sakuramiya also belatedly turned her head to look at her seemingly empty room.
"Rustle... rustle..."
The next second, another faint sound erged from beneath her bed.
Yan Huan imdiately jumped out of her arms and looked under the bed, imdiately spotting a cardboard box moving out from underneath.
"A cardboard box?"
Yan Huan muttered aloud. As soon as he uttered those words, Cool Sakuramiya's eyes behind him shrank. She dropped down, panicked and helpless, to look under the bed.
"Wait... hold on!"
But the next second, the cardboard box was fully pushed out.
The mont the box left the bed's underside, a pair of mouse ears instantly stood up straight.
"Uuu!"
"Self-Doubting Sakuramiya?!"
Behind the cardboard box was none other than Self-Doubting Sakuramiya, who had been hiding under her bed!
Yan Huan instantly ran towards Self-Doubting Sakuramiya, overjoyed at the unexpected turn of events, passing right by the cardboard box in the process.
With a casual glance, he saw that inside it, densely packed together, were an unknown number of candid photos—seemingly from the period before Sakuramiya Hitomi's main body dismantled the surveillance caras.
Needless to say, the protagonist of those candid photos was naturally Yan Huan.
Photos of him working, taking a nap, attending volleyball class...
Furthermore, because playing volleyball involved so stretching, his upper body jersey was pulled up in so shots, revealing the muscles of his lower abdon...
Those candid photos were brazenly focused squarely on that tiny bit of exposed muscle on Yan Huan's entire body.
"..."
Looking at the entire cardboard box filled with private photos, Yan Huan blinked, then looked at where the box had co from:
Under Cool Sakuramiya's bed.
'There's no need to say who the owner of these photos is, right?'
Yan Huan blankly turned his head back to look at Cool Sakuramiya. He saw that her entire face was bright red as she frantically waved her hands at him.
"N-no... these... these aren't mine... Who... who put so many candid photos in my box?!"
'You just admitted it's your box?!'
"..."
Yan Huan couldn't even be bothered to retort.
'After all, he had ntioned earlier that the bitter fruit Perfect Sakuramiya might have inadvertently planted...'
'...was exactly this Displayed Suppression.'
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