Chiaki's gamer shirt gacha: "YES, I CHEAT"

Peeking from between the open folds of Chiaki's drab green hoodie was a black tee shirt, and across Chiaki's eye-catching chest was an image of a print of a series of directional keys and buttons Kazuichi wouldn't recognize as the famous "Contra Code." The only text was a series of white block letters, declaring "YES, I CHEAT." It was a bold statement to appear on the chest of a woman who called herself an Ultimate Gamer, although Kazuichi frankly had no idea if Chiaki had ever cheated at a game or not. It clashed with her friendly, good-natured image, but who knew?

Chiaki also stared at it for a moment, although she didn't look as surprised about her new shirt as Kazuichi did. In fact, when a second passed and she realized he was focused on it, she even shrugged her shoulders out of her hoodie to give him a better look at it. She smiled at him in a way that didn't look like her ordinary friendliness. "Hmm... How about a little trivia, Kazuichi? You don't know what this code is, I bet... Take a seat. I'll explain it."

For a moment, Kazuichi thought Chiaki looked like the real one, at least as he remembered her: her patience, her guidance, her eagerness to share her hobbies. Clearly, however, this would be a different sort of talk, made obvious by the fact that before taking a seat, Chiaki had stepped out of her shoes and dropped her parka. With a strange smirk, knowing she had his attention, she shimmied down her skirt with slowness that could either be teasing or her usual lethargy.

Of course, Kazuichi had already seen her underwear from her handstand before. As such, it must have been the trigger's effect that she was now wearing what looked like an unremarkable white pair. As he looked closer, though, he realized it wasn't that plain. The material looked expensive, and there was subtle, pale pink embroidery across it. They were pretty and inviting. They didn't match the shirt.

When she sat her plush bottom and plush panties on the couch next to him, her smile suggested she was ready to talk. Not about his new question, but the old one. "The Code is how you can get nearly infinite lives in the Contra games. See, those games are really hard... Even for me, I'd say," she commented, relaxing and unbothered in spite of Kazuichi's eyes locked on her half-naked lower body. "I mean, even if you're having a really good run... Even if you're really enjoying yourself... There's only so much you can do with one life, I think. This shirt advertises that I'm the kind of girl that appreciates multiple lives... Even if that's not exactly the 'right way' to play the game. Are you starting to understand?"

Kazuichi nodded, but he was feeling anxious. He was only supposed to have five minutes from when he said "SAVE" until he could reload. His gacha rolling was going to come to an end early. He tried to hurry Chiaki along, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

She reacted to the encouragement positively and immediately, rolling along so that she was in his lap. She shrugged off his guiding hand and lifted her shirt over her head, revealing both a saccharine sweet matching bra and the impressive cleavage it supported. "So, your next question. You want to know about the underwear, I bet. Yep. Let's... multitask a little."

As she spoke, propping herself up with one hand on his shoulder, she unzipped his jumpsuit. With her thighs squishing around the erect penis she'd fished out of his clothes, she ground it between her legs, letting him feel the expensive material at the crotch of her panties along with her warmth. "This underwear's not my style, but it's a gift from my girlfriend. She thinks they're cute. I do too, I guess. Do you like it?"

"Wait, girlfriend? You're into girls?" Kazuichi couldn't help but interrupt, in a gasp.

"Mmm... Hajime. She's a nice girl, but a little boring."

"Hajime? Him?" Kazuichi forgot what he himself had already set up.

"Huh? ... I guess I meant he's like a girl, kinda," Chiaki corrected herself, now that Hajime had turned back into a guy. "He's not manly... Not like you, Kazuichi."

Kazuichi had a moment to wonder whether that would revert again when he reloaded, but he shook it off. He had a more ridiculous thing to think about. "There's no way I'm more manly than Hajime. That guy's reliable, and I'm pretty sure he's jacked, ain't he?"

"Oh, but I think you are... You work on machines. You sweat. You get your hands dirty, don't you?" She giggled, feeling the mechanic's hands clap onto the cheeks of her backside, fondling them through the panties her boyfriend had given her. "Like I said, Hajime gets boring. He's not hungry for me. Not like you... I think..." She bit her lip, winking one of her heavy-lidded eyes at him before giving him a quick kiss on the corner of the mouth.

Then, she sighed. "Well, I wanted to play with you some more, but it looks like your game timer is almost out. That's... maybe one point Hajime has on you, I think. It's not a dealbreaker, though. Why don't you go ahead and shoot that shot?"

She squeezed with her thighs.

"Make me yours. Take me from Hajime, Kazuichi..."

"Oh shit..." The young man grunted, aware that she was about to get what she wanted. "N-nope, this one's dangerous. If I'm gonna get the real Chiaki back to Hajime, I can't go getting attached to a version of her that specifically wants to dump him for me!"

That was a noble thought, but if its what he really wanted, he'd need to say "Load" in a matter of seconds!