PinkPanther
Stories
5
Chapters
89
Words
284.6 K
Comments
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Reading
23 h, 42 m
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By the time he realized it, he was already standing there. A dark sky swirling with strange spiral patterns. He immediately understood—he had returned to the Underworld. In his hand, he still held the scale. How had he brought it back from the living world? A divine artifact like this probably wasn’t truly physical, despite appearing to be. Issei looked around. Anubis was standing there. “You’ve fulfilled your mission and returned. Well done, Issei.” “A promise is a…-
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Shori shori shori—the sound of Shiori-san peeling an apple. She was fast. And skillful. Even turning them into little rabbit shapes, she was way more efficient than me. “Apples are more nutritious if you eat the peel too, right?” She even considered the nutritional value. I had just peeled an apple earlier myself—but I couldn’t say that. So Niko sat across from Shiori, waiting for the formation of an entire squad: eight rabbit-shaped slices. “Issei-san. I’ve finished peeling…
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“Hey. Useless god. Tell me what you want for dinner.” When Issei spotted Anubis in the workshop, he called out to her like that. In the Underworld, the sky was always swirling with bizarre patterns, so there was no way to tell what time it was. When you got hungry, it was mealtime. When you felt sleepy, it was night. And when you woke up, it was morning. He had been living according to Anubis’s lazy rhythm. For a genius like Issei, adjusting his internal clock was child’s play. Even…
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Inside the VIP ICU of Japan's largest and finest mega-hospital, an electronic beep ticked away at a rhythm of over forty times a minute. Beside the bed where a boy lay, stood two maids. One was completely exhausted and asleep, while the other had her eyes wide open, staring intently at the boy. Her hands were clenched tightly on her lap — so tightly that her knuckles turned white. “Issei!” Ban! — The door slammed open as a brown-haired high school girl burst into the…
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“Well then. Let’s get this tidied up for today too.” Chitose said this in front of the young master’s room. A maid’s duties were vast and varied. Cleaning the massive mansion, laundry, meal preparation, attending to guests, answering phone calls, managing the young master’s schedule. And also cleaning up after Nanako’s constant blunders (every single day she causes a loud crashing sound, a kyaa, or something or other). And in Chitose’s case recently, even managing the problems…
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The first thing he noticed was the scent of dry wind. As soon as Issei regained consciousness, he opened his eyes and sat up. A gray world of nothing but sand stretched out endlessly in every direction. Where is this place?── Why am I here?── Such『obvious』thoughts never even occurred to the genius that was Issei. There was clearly not enough information to reach any conclusions by thinking. Therefore, thinking would be a waste. And a genius does not waste his time. “Oh.…
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Today as well, I headed to the bookstore after school. “Welcome—. Ah, Issei-san.” Piroron♡—just by entering the store, the sound of increased favorability rang out. This past Sunday was spent at the library. The misunderstanding had been cleared—not that it really was, though. He had told Shiori that he was approaching her with the purpose of『seeing her panties』and the favorability that had dropped to rock bottom had been recovered. Issei smiled and spoke to Shiori. “Do…
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Sunday. 9:55 a.m. Issei stood beneath the clock tower in front of the station. The people passing through the station plaza had a different age range and vibe compared to weekdays. While watching them with mild curiosity, Issei simply waited for time to pass. This was the day, the time, and the place—where he was supposed to meet Shiori. Of course, after what had happened, there was no reason to think she would show up. Her affection level was probably at negative one billion by…
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As the sky began to grow ominous, Issei managed to return to the mansion before the rain started. “I’m back.” “Welcome home, O-bocchama.” With both hands folded in front of her, Chitose bowed deeply in her maid uniform. As he handed her his school bag and the bag of books he had bought, Issei found himself thinking that just seeing Chitose’s face somehow brought him peace. “The bookstore again today, I presume? And how did things go?” “Indeed. The results were excellent. I…
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“Books… O-bocchama?” The mansion’s maid—Chitose—tilted her head in confusion as she received Issei’s school bag when he returned from school. Alongside his usual school bag, he was carrying a shopping bag. O-bocchama had gone shopping. There was nothing wrong with that per se—but… The surprising part was what he had bought: books. “Indeed. I stopped by the bookstore today.” “I see… But you didn’t have to go out of your way to buy them.” Gotokuji Issei…
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