Non-Human Girls Are Fighting Over Me ~ Do I Get to Refuse? “Nope!” “No Way!” “Not a Chance!” “Absolutely Not!” - Chapter 18: Sausage Party

Chapter 18: Sausage Party

—The next morning.

Waking up, I heard her soft breathing right beside me. Recalling last night, my chest warmed, and I couldn’t look at her directly. Shaking off the feeling, I washed up and headed to the dining room, running into her.

“Morning.”

A carefree smile.

“M-Morning…”

I averted my gaze. Being with someone so beautiful still felt unreal.

“Breakfast?”

We sat side by side at the dining table.

“Toast okay?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

“I made coffee, but are you a tea person?”

“Coffee’s great. Thanks.”

—What is this, newlyweds?

“Let’s eat~”

I mimicked her as she clasped her hands.

On the table: toast, coffee, fried eggs, and—a blood transfusion bag!?

“Uh, that’s…”

“Oh, this is my morning pick-me-up!”

She answered casually. “O-type’s the best. Nothing beats it first thing!!”

She stabbed a straw into it like a jelly drink and slurped loudly.

“The slight grit is perfect. Though, blood from sick people? Tastes awful.”

She chatted breezily. Better not think about where she got it.

“Plans for today? Or we could watch movies all day. A stay-home date sounds nice. Swap recommendations. How’s that?”

“Sounds good. Maybe by genre? But no super niche or barely-watchable flops.”

“Aw~ I was thinking Metalman or Transmoofer.”

(…Never seen those, but they sound painful. Stimulating, in a bad way.)

Small exchanges. Playful banter.

—Wait, this totally feels like boyfriend-girlfriend stuff.

Our eyes met across the table, her smile feeling closer, my heart thumping again.

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Movie Showdown

“Let’s each pick three. Genres—”

I counted on my fingers.

“First, SF. Second, superhero. Then, after dinner, foreign animation. How’s that?”

“Got it. Heh, I’ve already got my lineup and no chance of losing.”

Towa grinned devilishly, taunting me.

What is this, a real couple’s game? My heart won’t settle.

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Round 1: SF Showdown

“I’ll go first.”

“Go ahead. Struggle all you want.”

“No struggle needed. Back to the Future. The gold standard of SF.”

“Ooh, mainstream, solid. You know your stuff.”

Towa clasped her hands, nodding with satisfaction, then—

“But it can’t beat my move. District 9.”

“…Too niche!”

I couldn’t help but retort.

“That’s crazy good! That’s cheating!”

“Heh. I debated Chappie, but went with this. I’m not losing.”

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Round 2: Superhero Showdown

“My turn to start.”

Towa smirked, snapping her fingers.

“Blade II. Nothing tops it.”

“Ugh, another perfectly obscure pick.”

“It’s a Daywalker, like me. Bonus points when the lead looks like Masayuki Suzuki sometimes.”

“Hold up, Towa-chan. Blade’s a vampire hunter, okay? You’re more like the villain in III.”

“Ehehe, now that you mention it.”

She squinted happily.

“My pick—The Dark Knight. The ultimate Batman masterpiece.”

Towa’s eyes sparkled for a moment.

“Not bad. Going head-to-head with Marvel vs. DC? You get it.”

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Final Round: Animated Film Showdown

After dinner, we dimmed the lights for the last genre.

“I’ll close it out. …Sing!”

“Hm.”

Towa raised an eyebrow.

“Yup. Pure mainstream fun. Guaranteed enjoyment.”

“Solid choice, but—”

Towa slowly curled her lips, leaning back in her chair.

“Heh, too kiddish. Here’s my trump card. Sausage Party.”

“What, that for the finale!?”

“Fufu. What happens after the credits… that’s the real treat.”

Her whispered profile carried a dangerous allure.

As the end credits rolled, my back itched with unease.

Glancing over, Towa was grinning mischievously.

(…Now it’s my “Sausage Party.” Heh heh heh.)

Her inner voice practically echoed.

I gulped unconsciously.