The Case When I Attempted To Break The Heroine's Chastity But It Seems To Have an Opposite Effect - 8 - An Unexpected Visit

“You’re still in this dump?”

“Yeah, something wrong with that?”

The only light in my apartment flickered slightly, giving a faint glow on the broken walls and worn furnishings. The old, barely working air conditioner rumbled faintly in the background.

Chitose sighed, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “You could afford better. Why are you still living like this?”

“Didn’t know you cared.”

She scoffed. “I don’t. Just wondering how someone with a six-digit bank account is still living like a broke college dropout.”

Wait, how did she know about that?

She sat down on the couch, smoothing her dress as she leaned back. “You were never the type to waste money unless if it’s important. But this… this is a little too much, don’t you think?”

“It’s temporary. I might find a new place until I found a better and cheap flat.”

Of all people to show up at my door unannounced…

Sasahara Chitose.

My childhood friend.

And the last person I expected to see standing outside my rundown apartment.

My grip on the glass tightened as my mind quickly ran through the possibilities. What the hell was she doing here? We hadn’t seen each other in months, maybe longer. The last time we had spoken, it had been short, distant—more out of obligation than anything else.

“Alright, I know you’re visiting here with a reason, so let’s hear it. Why are you here?”

Chitose ignored me at first, brushing her fingers over the armrest of my couch like she was checking for dust.

Then, finally, she looked up. “What? Can’t I visit an old friend?”

“Cut the crap. You don’t do social visits unless you want something from me.”

She sighed dramatically before tossing her bag onto the couch and sitting down, crossing one leg over the other. “Fine. If you want to know, I need you to accompany me today.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Sorry, did I mishear you? Accompany you? To where?”

She leaned back, stretching her arms above her head. “Shopping.”

I stared at her. “…Shopping?”

“Yes, shopping,” she repeated, smirking. “You do know what that is, don’t you? We’ll go shopping and you’ll be my bag carrier.”

“Wow. So you came here all this way just to ask me to carry your bags?”

She didn’t answer immediately, but the look in her eyes told me everything.

As I studied her, my mind drifted to the past, piecing together everything I knew about Chitose.

Unlike me, who had ended up in this crummy excuse of an apartment, she had taken a completely different path.

Sasahara Chitose was a student at Saint Veridienne Academy, a prestigious all-girls school that was practically a factory for producing Japan’s future elites: daughters of CEOs, politicians, renowned scholars—you name it. The school’s graduates were practically guaranteed success in whatever field they chose.

Chitose had the quality to fit right in.

She had always been sharp, quick-witted, and refined. She knew how to navigate social circles effortlessly, how to play the role of the perfect high-class daughter.

But beneath that polished exterior, I knew she wasn’t as perfect as she pretended to be.

She had always been different when it was just the two of us. More blunt. More sarcastic. More real.

And yet, no matter how much time had passed, we had always circled back to each other, like two pieces of a puzzle that never quite fit but never quite separated, either.

Even now, looking at her sitting on my couch like she owned the place, I couldn’t help but wonder—

Why did she come here today?

And then, another memory surfaced.

A memory from the game.

In Breaking One’s Heart, Chitose had been one of the side heroines—a side character who wasn’t involved in the main plot but had her own branching route.

She had been hard to get close to. Unlike the main heroine, who can be easily swayed by romance or emotional gestures, Chitose required patience. She didn’t trust easily, didn’t let people in.

But once she did—

I exhaled slowly, suppressing the thought before it could go any further.

In one of the more infamous scenes in the game…

Kaito had taken her V-card in this exact place.

A dimly lit apartment.

A small, quiet space where no one could interfere.

Judging from Kaito’s personality and how he has the connection with Chitose, it’s not unusual he didn’t do the deed to her.

“Alright,” I said, exhaling sharply. “Let’s say I agree to go. Why me? Surely you have some rich-girl friends who would love to follow you around and carry your bags.”

Chitose smirked. “You’re easier to deal with.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Easier?”

“You don’t whine as much. Even better that you’re my childhood friend.”

Childhood friend. What a convenient way of saying of ‘I can use you anytime I want with this card!’.

How did we meet, you ask? Well, if I try to tell you about it, it would take all day to wrap up the story, so let’s leave it for future chapters, shall we?

“Right. And I assume I’m paying for everything too?”

“Of course not, dummy.” she said, flicking her hair over her shoulder. “Despite my harsh treatment to you, I do have standards, you know.”

I shook my head, rubbing the bridge of my nose.

I didn’t want to go shopping.

But at the same time…

Maybe I needed a break.

Lately, my mind had been consumed by one thing—Miyuki. I had spent days playing the long game, carefully manipulating her emotions, pulling her closer while pushing Haruto away.

Maybe spending some time with Chitose would help clear my head.

And besides, it had been a while since I last saw her. It wouldn’t hurt to accompany her.

A slow smirk tugged at my lips. “Fine. But you’re paying for lunch.”

“Deal.” Chitose’s expression didn’t change, but I caught the faintest flicker of amusement in her eyes. “Hurry up and get ready. I don’t have all day.”

I sighed but grabbed my jacket anyway.

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The mall was packed, with shoppers rushing from store to store like robots looking for deals. The artificial lighting was harsh, and the air was thick with perfume, food court grease, and the unique odor of fresh garments that made my nose twitch.

And in the middle of it all, I was suffering.

Buried beneath a mountain of shopping bags, I followed Sasahara Chitose, who went ahead with the grace of a queen inspecting her domain. It’s been an hour since we walked out, and the moment she walks inside the mall, she goes to the first store she sees, like a bird hunting its prey. She glided smoothly, her long black hair swinging slightly with each steps, completely unaware—or rather, unconcerned—that I was carrying enough luggage to make me look like a high-end pack mule.

“This is ridiculous,” I muttered under my breath, shifting the weight in my arms. “Are you stocking up for winter or something?”

Chitose didn’t even slow down. “Winter is still months away,” she said casually, not bothering to turn around. “But if you’re that concerned, I could go back and pick up a few coats.”

“You could also carry some of these yourself, you know.”

She finally turned, her expression utterly unbothered. “Why would I do that when you’re here?”

I let out an exaggerated sigh, adjusting the straps of the bags digging into my fingers. “Remind me again why I agreed to this?”

“Because deep down, you love doing favors for me,” she said smoothly, flashing a small smirk.

“Yeah, love it so much my arms are about to fall off.” I gave her a deadpan stare.

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic.” She gestured toward a nearby escalator. “Come on, there’s another store I want to check out.”

I groaned, but followed. Not that I had much of a choice.

By the time we stepped into what had to be at least the tenth store, my patience was already wearing thin.

This time, it was a high-end boutique, filled with elegant dresses, designer handbags, and price tags that made me wonder if these people had ever heard of financial responsibility.

Chitose, however, was completely in her element.

She moved effortlessly through the store, scanning through racks of clothing with the trained eye of someone who had grown up surrounded by luxury. Occasionally, she’d pick something up, inspect the fabric, then either nod in approval or hum in disinterest before moving on.

Meanwhile, I stood awkwardly by the entrance, weighed down by a ridiculous number of bags, looking like I had wandered into the wrong place.

“Hey,” I called out, shifting the bags again. “Are you actually buying something here, or is this just for fun?”

“I haven’t decided yet.” Chitose barely spared me a glance.

I groaned. “At this rate, I’m going to start charging you for labor.”

She smirked. “And what exactly would your hourly rate be?”

“Expensive. Maybe more than you can afford.”

She gave a quiet chuckle and shook her head before grabbing a dress from the rack. Holding it against herself, she headed to the changing room. She then went out for a few minutes.

“What do you think?”

I glanced at it. The dress was sleek, a deep shade of blue, designed to hug the curves of whoever wore it. Definitely the type of thing that would turn heads.

“It suits you.”

“I’ll take this one.” She nodded, satisfied, before handing it off to a store clerk.

I sighed. “Great. More bags.”

She patted my shoulder as she walked past. “Less complaining, more carrying.”

I clicked my tongue but didn’t argue.

Fifteen minutes later, we were back in the mall’s main hallway, me carrying even more bags than before.

“This is getting out of hand,” I grumbled. “I swear, we could open our own department store with everything you’ve bought.”

Chitose hummed, clearly unbothered. “It’s called being prepared.”

I rolled my eyes. “For what, a fashion apocalypse?”

“You never know.” She looks at me with a mischievous grin in her face.

At this point, my arms were screaming for mercy. The weight of the bags was starting to feel like an actual workout.

“Okay, that’s it,” I said, stopping in the middle of the hallway. “We’re taking a break.”

Chitose turned, tilting her head slightly. “Oh?”

“Yes, oh,” I said, glaring at her. “I am one step away from dumping all these bags on the floor and walking away.”

She pursed her lips, as if considering it. “That would be an entertaining sight.”

I groaned. “You’re evil.”

She laughed, grabbing my wrist and pulling me toward a nearby seating area. “Alright, alright. We’ll rest. You’re getting too dramatic.”

I dropped the bags onto the nearby bench with an exaggerated sigh, stretching my arms. “Finally. Sweet freedom.”

Chitose sat beside me, crossing her legs as she adjusted her hair. “I don’t see what you’re complaining about. You’re getting free food out of this.”

I smirked. “I better be getting more than just food after all this.”

She raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in her eyes. “Oh? And what exactly is it?”

“I’ll be eating you out.”

She chuckled, resting her chin on her hand as she watched me. “Haahh. You’re still as shameless as ever.”

I grinned. “And yet, you didn’t even deny my request.”

She didn’t argue.

Instead, she let out a small sigh, glancing around at the people passing by. “You know, it’s been a while since we’ve done something like this.”

I blinked, turning toward her. “Something like what?”

“Just… spending time together,” she said, her voice softer now. “No obligations, no expectations. Just the two of us.”

For a moment, I didn’t respond. I hadn’t thought about it that way. To me, this had just been a random shopping trip. A way to kill time. But to Chitose…

Maybe it was something more.

I studied her for a moment, noticing the way she played with the hem of her sleeve, the slight hesitation in her expression.

“…Yeah,” I said finally. “It has been a while.”

She smiled, small but genuine. “I missed it.”

I exhaled, running a hand through my hair before smirking. “Well, next time, you get to carry all the bags.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “Not a chance.”

I rolled my eyes, but deep down, I knew something had shifted.

Maybe this shopping trip from hell wasn’t such a waste of time after all.

Looks like a new character appears, and it’s your typical childhood friend! Kaito though, poor guy lol.

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