When My Doorbell Rang at 5am, I Got a Wife - Chapter 7: A Virgin Anime Otaku Who Has Barely Talked to Girls is Indeed Easy to Trick, Way Too Easy.

Chapter 7: A Virgin Anime Otaku Who Has Barely Talked to Girls is Indeed Easy to Trick, Way Too Easy.

“Last night, or rather, this morning, there was an anime about summoning to another world. The protagonist is summoned as a slave by a cute heroine, but he reflects the magic and makes the heroine a naughty slave.”

“Yes, nh…♡”

It was an anime adaptation of a popular light novel that originated on the web, a reincarnation story in another world, and I, a big fan of the original work, was determined to watch it in real-time without relying on recordings, so I was geared up for it.

“Well, you know, there are various things…”

“What do you mean? Ahn♡”

“As I said, you know? Get a clue!”

“I’m sorry, Yuusha-sama. I’m new to this world and not very familiar with the situation, nhh…♡”

“Wait, what? You were just talking like an amazing counselor just earlier, and now you’re reacting like this…”

Surprised and dumbfounded, I took my hands off Erika’s breasts.

She thought my heart was already satisfied with the squeezing, so she stood up from my thigh, returned to the zabuton where she was sitting at first, and started to fix her disheveled clothes.

Then she said with a beaming smile,

“The concerns of middle-aged men who are expected to play certain roles in society about their social evaluation are generally universal. As human beings, that area doesn’t change even if the world changes.”

“Well, that’s true…”

“And that thing from earlier was just something I read in a book. I hope it has some effect.”

She then said it with the best smile of the day.

She said it.

“You didn’t have to say that last sentence! It was something that should have been kept in your heart and never spoken out loud! I was so impressed that a girl much younger than me is amazing! Give me back my amazement right now!”

“I do think that my huge breasts, honest and kind personality are one of my redeeming qualities..”

“I won’t deny that…”

A girl who, at least to me, was so naughty and kind enough to let me squeeze her breasts right after we met was the first in my life.

“Can you tell me what happened yesterday?”

Erika’s beaming smile was dazzlingly attractive.

And I also felt guilty for having touched her breasts so much, so I decided to tell her honestly about last night.

“While watching an anime about transferring to another world, I thought, ‘I wish I could be summoned to another world too.’ To become a hero, or rather, to become a different person in a new world. For girls, for example, to become a princess.”

“Well, that’s true.”

“Then, combined with the mysterious high tension of the late night, I tried to chant the magic words to open the gate to the other world, or take a pose that looked like it, or draw an original magic circle on a large piece of paper…”

After saying everything so openly, I regretted it.

This is too much.

It’s as impossible as when Strike Freedom, piloted by Kira Yamato in Seed Destiny, was shot down (by the way, except for being briefly entangled by a whip during the transfer event, it wasn’t even hit once until the very end).

(Damn it, why do I have to expose this embarrassing SSS-rank black history to a girl I just met!)

… It’s because she let me touch her breasts, yeah.

To be more precise, because she let me touch her breasts, my heart’s guard is completely loose now.

It’s completely open, thank you very much.

A virgin anime otaku who has barely talked to girls is indeed easy to trick, way too easy.

Sounds ironic hearing it from me, but I sure am easy to trick.

Plus, this is clearly not the cause…

“Fumu fumu, I see…”

However, Erika, as if examining my story, put her hand to her mouth, nodded, and said, “Fumu, Fumu.”

“I mean, if the gate to the other world opens with just something like that, no one would have any trouble doing the same. Everyone would be going back and forth to the other world all the time.”

“That’s it. That’s right! There’s no mistake!”

“So, this is without a doubt, not related to

—wait, seriously!?”

To the surprised me,

“Seriously..”

Erika nodded seriously.