Chapter 74 – Make-up Date and Flying Head Mike

“Аlright thеn…”

After watсhing а movie tоgether, strоlling thrоugh thе shоррing mall, and finаlly having lunсh аt the rеsеrvеd Сhinеse buffеt, Mаshiro seеmеd sаtisfiеd.

“Ugh, I ate tоo muсh. I feel sick…”

“Yоu аte about as muсh аs I did. Where does it all gо in thаt tiny body of yоurs?”

“Wеll, my stomаch dоеs ехpand…”

“I see. Аs your fiаnсé, аm I allowеd tо рoke thаt belly?”

“Р-please dоn’t dо that in publiс!”

Shе’s moving sluggishlу from being sо full.

I leisurely сhasеd аfter Mashiro, who wаs wobbling аs shе wаlked, sаying “Hаhаhа, where dо yоu think уоu’rе gоing?” as а wау to hеlр our digestion.

“So that was work-related after all, huh?”

“That’s right. I’m going to do ASMR.”

“Little Spice’s!? I’m not sure if I want to hear Senpai’s or not…”

Who would do it in person?

Anyway, the misunderstanding was completely cleared up, and there were no hard feelings.

Basically, Mashiro seems to have a complex about women who are taller and have better figures than her, and she gets shocked when she sees me walking with someone like that.

She really doesn’t need to worry about it.

Honestly, there are quite a few streamers who cause problems with sexual relationships, get flamed, and are forced to apologize or suspend their activities.

They’re idiots.

Most of them aren’t really in it for the streaming; they just use streaming as a means to get what they want.

Because of people like that, those of us whose actual goal is the streaming itself get inconvenienced.

…Huh?

Come to think of it, streaming wasn’t my original goal either…

Streaming as Spice is really fun, and now my days are spent racking my brains over how to keep streaming, keep my listeners from getting bored, and hype things up.

I don’t have the spare energy to devote to romance.

So, I recently realized that if I stick with Mashiro, I don’t have to think about any of that at all, and I can keep my distance.

It’s logical, and since we know each other well, it’s reassuring.

I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her happy.

“Ugh, I still feel sick…”

“Come on, let’s go home, Mashiro. The microphone is arriving this evening. Or do you want to come over and listen to me practice my ASMR?”

“I-I’ll listen!”

That’s how it ended up.

We took the monorail to the station, transferred to a train, and rode for a bit.

Mashiro’s stomach seemed to settle down, and she gradually became more talkative.

“I’m getting my first bonus this summer, so I was thinking I’d buy something for my parents…”

“You haven’t monetized your streams, right?”

“Not at all~. That’s just an extension of my hobby. I only do it about once a week.”

Apparently, Kouno Shiroko barely does any activities, just occasionally doing impromptu late-night chats.

For me, it’s my main job, so I’m active about six days a week.

“And then, um… when I get my bonus, next time, maybe an overnight stay at a certain amusement park…”

“Wait, you’re planning to pay for your own share!?”

“W-well, of course! Senpai’s money is money Senpai earned, right!? It feels wasteful to let you pay too much…”

“No way, I’m treating you. It’ll be shared property eventually anyway.”

“Woo-hoo!”

Mashiro’s face broke into a smile.

A woman who virtuously offers to pay her own share—of course that makes you want to treat her all the more.

But from my perspective, I have a battle with the Witch of the Mind coming up soon, so I wonder if things will go that smoothly.

Well, I’m sure it’ll work out somehow.

Flota poked her horn out of my bag.

‘Helping with Master’s happiness like that is what us Grimoires are for, you know. Even this ASMR is a weapon to protect Master’s daily life.’

“Is that so!?”

Mashiro, who was starting to get used to Grimoires, began chatting with Flota.

From the outside, it would probably sound like two women’s voices coming from where Mashiro and I were sitting.

Their voices were kept low, so I hoped the people around us wouldn’t pay any attention.

Leaving the explanations to Flota, I thought about the future.

Soon, I have a collab with Seraph Batra.

There, I’ll master ASMR and leave a strong impression on my listeners.

After that, it’ll be summer.

The movements of the controlled monsters are finally becoming more active, and I suspect the Witch of the Mind is running out of patience.

She’s bound to make a big move soon.

After all, I provoked her so much during our first contact, and since then, I’ve been ignoring her.

The Witch is likely watching my streams.

And she seems to be dispatching Commander Monsters to every Dungeon she thinks I might clear next.

As for the strength of the Commander Monsters…

They’re just monsters being controlled, so in terms of ability, they’re actually easier to read and considered easy prey for decent streamers.

They’re not that scary.

I think this is still just the preparation stage, and the Witch is planning something much bigger.

For example…

Directly connecting a Dungeon to the Otherworld and sending a Stampede through.

That’s possible.

A controlled Stampede—just thinking about it tells you it would be a disaster.

Yeah, I should take down the Witch of the Mind quickly.

As soon as I’m ready, I’ll launch an attack.

We arrived at the station near my house.

I got off with Mashiro and headed home.

There are no convenience stores on the way from the station to my house, so we bought drinks and such at the station beforehand.

Then, we waited at home.

After a while, right at the scheduled time, the doorbell rang.

It had arrived—the Flying Head Spirit Microphone!

There was a huge cardboard box.

“It’s huge!!”

“Whoa! It’s big!!”

“Help me, Mashiro!”

“Okay!”

The two of us opened the box, pulled out the packing materials, and…

There it was—the Flying Head Spirit Microphone, wrapped in styrofoam.

We set it up and plugged it into an outlet.

“Alright, let’s try it out.”

“Yes!”

“But first… Metamorphose Spice!”

I am… transforming into Spice!

Let’s see…

The microphone seemed to be about half charged.

It looks like plugging it in wakes it from Sleep mode.

First, I had Mashiro put on headphones while Spice whispered into her right ear…

“Give me some ham chicken, please…”

“Whaaaaaaa! Spice’s sweet whisper in my right eaaaaaar!”

Mashiro collapsed sideways, writhing in ecstasy.

Yeah, the power is incredible!