Why is my Isekai in the Slice of Life anime was become a Horror Story?

Interlude 1-07: Is it true that beasts remain beasts, a problem that has never been solved?

She took off her wet clothes and unzipped the side zipper of her skirt.

She gently pulled off her white stockings, slowly removing them.

Finally, there were the 'clothes' that she couldn't let the other person see—those pink-colored items. If someone of the opposite sex saw them, it would truly feel wrong.

After neatly folding her clothes, she turned on the shower and tested the water a little.

Once she confirmed that the water was warm enough, she carefully stepped under the shower and let the warm water flow over her.

"What am I doing...?"

Shijo Maki closed her eyes, lowered her head, and murmured.

Wasn't that person just a stranger she met four days ago?

Yet now, she was at his house, using his bathroom, feeling like something was about to happen.

No, that shouldn't be.

These things should only happen after marriage, right?

Wait, hold on, clearly she and he had only kissed for the first time… No, that's not it. The first kiss had been reset when time was reversed. After all, nothing had really happened between her and him; they were still just clean friends, right?

Standing under the shower, Maki felt her mind becoming more and more confused, unable to think clearly anymore.

Outside the bathroom, at that moment, a noise was heard.

"Maki-san, I've left a clean towel outside the bathroom."

"Huh?! Oh, okay, thank you…"

Takakai's calm voice sounded, and Maki immediately reacted with a startled cry, instinctively clutching her chest and shrinking back, then she regained her composure and spoke softly to Takakai, who was outside the bathroom.

"My house has a dryer. Do you want me to dry your wet clothes for you, or would you rather get them later?"

Takakai's voice outside the door remained unremarkable, simply asking once more.

"I… I can do it myself."

Maki felt her heart race faster, but she still tried to stay calm and continue talking to Takakai.

"Alright, I've left my clothes here. You can wear them for now."

Maki heard Takakai's footsteps gradually fade, then heard the sound of a door opening and closing.

"…Thank you."

Maki only muttered softly after Takakai had left, then couldn't help but cover her face with her hands and sit down on the floor.

What's wrong with me?

The girl couldn't help but wonder to herself.

Is it because of that damned game in the Shirakawa apartment?

She didn't feel like herself anymore.

Her emotions were becoming more and more chaotic.

The damp feeling from the rain had been washed away by the warm water.

Maki turned off the shower, opened the bathroom door, grabbed the towel Takakai had left outside, and dried herself off, then carefully stepped out of the bathroom. She looked around, confirming that Takakai wasn't hiding in the small room outside the bathroom, spying on her.

No, he's not the type of person to do that. Why am I doubting him like this?

Shaking her head, Maki's gaze turned to her wet clothes, which she had folded neatly and placed on one side of the room. Hmm, it seemed like no one had touched them.

Then she looked at Takakai's clothes by the bathroom door.

These are his…

Maki reached for them.

With her height of just over one meter and fifty centimeters, the shirt was clearly too big for her. She put it on, buttoned it up, and realized her arms couldn't pull out of the sleeves, and the shirt covered most of her thighs. She could say that with just this shirt, she wouldn't have to worry about revealing anything.

The feeling of wearing this shirt gave her an oddly reassuring sense, hmm, she didn't understand why that was.

Maki then grabbed her wet clothes, opened the door, and walked down the hallway toward the living room.

The two-story house was very quiet now, and she knew that only Takakai lived in this house, which was too large for him. Thinking about his mysterious background—his parents died young, living alone and isolated from society—Maki couldn't help but feel curious. She didn't understand why someone like Takakai, so courageous in the Shirakawa apartment, would choose such a solitary and gloomy life.

With his talents, if he wanted to, he could clearly have a better life, right?

Or maybe, for him, the noise of the world just wasn't appealing?

The chaotic thoughts continued to rise within Maki.

She had reached the end of the hallway and saw Takakai sitting in the living room, lost in thought.

"Kai-kun, I've finished showering. Where is the dryer?"

Maki stuck her head out of the door, asking Takakai in the room.

"Oh, you're done showering? Let me show you."

Hearing his voice, Takakai seemed to wake up from his thoughts. He looked up, then stood up, walking over to Maki.

The girl instinctively took a step back, one hand clutching her clothes, the other gently tugging at the hem of the shirt, starting to feel a bit tense.

However, the situation she imagined—where Takakai would tease her—didn't happen. He silently walked past her, leading her to the room with the dryer.

Not even a teasing word, just silently guiding her.

What does this mean?

All the worries of being teased had not come true. Maki sighed with relief inside, but also felt somewhat displeased.

He used to tease her all the time, but now he was so silent. Was he playing the "cat-and-mouse" game?

This is too much!

The feeling of being ignored made Maki feel uncomfortable.

What she didn't know was that the man walking in front of her, Takakai, with his cold expression, was slightly trembling.

Namo amitabha buddha, coca-cola, pepsi, rolnado, messi...

The young man, with his passionate heart, was trying to chant the "Great Compassion Mantra" in his mind to calm down.

Calm down.

Stay calm.

He was the one who had completed the S-level perfect run on his first attempt at the game.

And he carried the mysterious black watch as a "cheat" full of secrets.

In other words, he was in the position of a main character in a novel. How could he lose his composure in this situation?

Stay calm, stay calm!

Maki was a shy girl, and he couldn't let her get scared at this moment!

Even though her legs were so white.

Even though her small feet looked so soft, tempting to caress.

Even though her smooth calves seemed like they'd be so silky to touch.

Even though she looked amazing in his shirt.

Moreover, through the gaps in the shirt buttons, he could catch a glimpse of her skin, adding to her perfection.

And the thighs beneath the shirt, though not fully visible, sparked countless possibilities in his mind.

Add to that her flushed, embarrassed face, which made everything even more alluring.

Then, thinking about it more, she wasn't wearing anything under the shirt, right? That meant she was truly in a state of being completely bare!

Wow, This really leaves a lot to the imagination

Now, what are you waiting for?

If nothing happens, can you even call yourself a man? Here's a beautiful girl in front of you, and she's following you home. Maybe because of her proud personality, she's not being straightforward, but something is definitely going to happen in this situation. What kind of girl would go to a guy's house, shower, and wear his clothes? Who would believe that? So what are you waiting for? If you don't act now, can you even call yourself a man?!

"Hmmm——"

After taking a deep breath, Takakai suddenly stopped, leaned his head against the wall, and tapped his head "knock knock" against it twice.

"What are you doing?"

Shijo Maki, caught off guard by his action, stepped back a little and asked.

"I'm stuck in a struggle between myself, Ego, and Id, caught in a dilemma between bestiality and something worse than bestiality. I feel like I'm holding a toilet lid and walking to an intersection, watching a train approaching, unsure which person on the tracks I should use the lid to decide to kill…"

Still facing the wall, Takakai murmured, his voice seeming to carry some mystery.

"No, even if you say it in such a serious tone, I still don't understand what you mean."

Shijo Maki stood still for a moment, then quietly said to Takakai.

"I mean, the dryer is in this room, you know how to use it, right? I have something to do, and it's still raining outside. You stay here, if you need anything, you can come upstairs and find me…"

Although Takakai talking to Maki, he still kept his head against the wall, walking past Maki sideways like a crab. Throughout the walk, Maki could clearly hear the sound of Takakai's head rubbing against the wall, so clear that it almost felt like he was wiping the wall with his head.

"Ah, okay…"

By the time she responded, Takakai had already reached the stairs and went upstairs, still keeping his back to Maki.

This guy, what's up with him?

Earlier, he had held her hand when they went shopping, but now that they were in the same room, he was acting so awkward?

Shijo Maki frowned and thought, looking down at her "assets" in front of her chest, which only had a slight curve.

Could it be... because of my "assets," he started thinking I'm too small and insignificant?!

Once this thought appeared, it was hard to shake off.

Downstairs, Shijo Maki, holding her clothes, covered her chest with a look of hurt, while Takakai, upstairs, faced the wall, muttering Buddhist chants with a hopeless expression.

The rain outside the window showed no signs of stopping.

It seemed like this rain would last a little longer.