Mrs. Uehara’s gentle concern for you seems unusually intense—could there be something deeper at play here? Thus you decide: …………………… After sixteen years in Tokyo, Kasuga had resolved to study diligently and become a hardworking salaryman. But when a romance assistant device suddenly appeared in his life, everything changed… (The protagonist will eventually become a heartthrob!)
"Haruhito?"
Tokyo, Shinjuku Ward, inside a convenience store.
Yoshimi Uehara looked at the tall, broad-shouldered high school boy before her with a peculiar expression.
The woman appeared to be in her early thirties, with slightly alluring features. Her long, dyed brown hair was braided and draped over her ample, heaving chest. She wore casual home clothes, her full and enticing hips accentuated by her jeans, and a green apron with "Uehara" printed in bold characters tied around her waist.
Despite her wholesome attire, she exuded an air of mature sensuality from head to toe.
"Is something wrong, Haruhito? Are you feeling unwell?" Mrs. Uehara’s gentle voice pulled Haruhito Harano back from his wandering thoughts.
"Hm?" Feeling the concern from the beautiful, mature Yoshimi Uehara, Haruhito snapped back to reality and quickly waved his hand to indicate he was fine.
"Good, that’s a relief. If there’s ever anything you need, remember to tell me," Yoshimi said kindly.
"Okay," Haruhito replied with a smile.
Watching her graceful figure disappear into the store, Haruhito finally let out a breath and turned his attention back to the virtual panel that had suddenly appeared before him.
[The kind lady cares about you very much—could it be she’s taken a liking to your 180-pound frame? In response to her concern, you decide to:]
[A. None of your business. If you have time to worry about me, why not think about improving the convenience store’s sales instead?]