Anime Collector: Starting With the Malevolent Shrine

In the dim bedroom.

The bedroom door creaked softly, revealing a vague silhouette in the hazy night.

With careful steps, she closed the door and put on the black stockings she had bought online.

The delicate silk threads caressed her skin with a feather-light touch, as if floating on clouds. The elastic material perfectly outlined her slender legs, their beautiful curves exuding an allure of delicate luxury.

Even in the dim light, the allure of the black stockings was unmistakable, leaving Ichika momentarily stunned. Had Miku not always worn black stockings — refusing any other legwear — the effect might have been more striking.

'Won't this max out Daiki-kun's attack speed and critical rate?'

Her lips curved into a fox-like smile, her eyes like clear pools of water rippling with contained laughter.

"Daiki-kun, I'm here!" In the dark bedroom, Ichika pounced like a hungry tiger.

The bed creaked as her soft, jade-like body fell into his embrace, her supple curves pressing against him as she nuzzled like a playful fox.

Daiki wrapped his arms around her slender waist while her head nestled against his chest, her silky hair brushing his neck.

"Daiki-kun, haven't you missed Miku? I've been looking forward to this so much, but you seem unmoved. Are you tired of black stockings, or tired of Miku?" She looked up with pitiful eyes, her voice identical to her sister's — lacking only the signature headphones that symbolized her soul.

But this hardly stumped the clever Ichika.

She found an old pair of headphones in the bedroom — Miku's previous ones, before she started wearing the pair Yotsuba had bought her.

The blue headphones gathered her cherry-red hair, making her swan-like neck appear even more elegant. Just as the atmosphere was building, the bedroom door suddenly opened.

Seeing Nino, Ichika's smile stiffened noticeably.

Nino strode to Miku's wardrobe, opened the doors, and casually took out a pair of black stockings.

She removed the black butterfly hair tie holding her waist-length hair, letting her cherry-red locks cascade down. Then she quickly approached Ichika, pushed her sister aside from Daiki's lap, and took her place, settling on his waist.

"Hmph!" Nino raised her head proudly, as if declaring ownership to Ichika sitting beside her.

She lowered her head slightly, eyeing Daiki's lips — those disobedient lips, stained with tempura oil, that had given Miku a chance to show off.

"Does it feel good?" Her words came out cold and startling, "From now on, just remember my feelings. Nothing else matters."

With that, Nino bent down and kissed him eagerly. Her cherry-red hair cascaded down like a curtain, blocking Ichika's view — a clear declaration of her claim on Daiki.

After a moment of stunned silence, Ichika's lips curved into a crafty smile.

Your hair isn't just blocking my view, Nino!

Sitting quietly beside them, Ichika took Daiki's hand and guided it between her legs, trapping it there. Through the silky stockings, his touch met warm skin, his fingers sinking deeper with each slight movement.

The burning heat and tight sensation made it impossible for Daiki to withdraw his hand, each movement spreading warmth. Nino, completely unaware, continued shielding what she thought was unimportant.

Just then, the bedroom door opened.

Nino and Ichika's hearts leaped. The trapped fingers suddenly felt unprecedented pressure.

But Daiki remained unfazed, calmly watching the scene about to unfold.

Perhaps he should summon some popcorn with his Ghost Hand?

"You... you all... Nino! What are you doing? How could you pretend to be Miku and do such things to Daiki-kun? How can you face Miku — face the feelings of the quintuplets?"

Itsuki, standing in the doorway, nearly had a brain hemorrhage at the sight before her.

When she'd first opened the door, her heart had skipped a beat. Now she saw two Mikus, neither of them genuine.

Nino's lips twitched. She couldn't understand how this girl had the nerve to say such things — if she didn't care, did Itsuki?

"Shouldn't you remove those new headphones from your neck and black stockings from your legs before preaching?"

Her words made Itsuki's brain short-circuit.

"Oh right!" She had put them on without thinking when she came out.

She looked down at herself — a perfect mirror of Miku — then at Nino's version of "Miku", and finally at Ichika's impersonation.

"I... what we're doing is wrong!" Itsuki stammered, guilt heavy in her voice.

Faced with this accusation, Ichika spoke up.

"That's all of you, not me! My relationship with Daiki-kun is legitimate — everything I do is for everyone! If it weren't for me practicing with him daily, extracting large amounts of Spiritual Power, how could we quintuplets have such a peaceful life today?"

Itsuki and Nino's lips twitched simultaneously.

So our peace today was bought with your moans?

"Hmph, my relationship with Daiki-kun is the legitimate one. Sure, Miku might have confirmed the relationship first, but who says being boyfriend and girlfriend means marriage? Which law says you can't like someone who has a girlfriend? Besides, I was the first to establish a relationship with him!"

Nino's declaration left Ichika and Itsuki speechless.

"You're just making excuses!" Itsuki protested, "This theory would seriously damage the relationship between the quintuplets!"

"Well, I think it makes sense!"

Ichika's words, accompanied by a thoughtful stroke of her chin, made Itsuki's eyes widen.

"Who says you can't like someone who has a girlfriend? No matter who Daiki-kun's girlfriend is, as long as he's not married, it doesn't affect me, right?"

Looking at Ichika's increasingly bright eyes and Itsuki's avoiding gaze, Nino suddenly became alert — oh no, she'd dug herself into a hole.

At that moment, the bedroom door opened again. The newcomer was none other than Yotsuba, fresh from completing her role-playing conditions.

Looking at the three Mikus in the bedroom, she fell silent for a moment.

She turned and locked the bedroom door, ensuring it couldn't be opened from outside.

"This way there won't be any more unwanted visitors disturbing us." Yotsuba declared, pleased with her own cleverness.

What? Who's an unwanted visitor?

Who knows?

But it certainly wouldn't be her — Yotsuba was sure of that!

Her gaze swept across the bedroom, taking in the three identical figures.

Right, Miku?

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