Itou Makoto looked around nonchalantly. It had been two weeks since he moved to Hinamizawa, not able to show his face back home again after certain events. The whole rural-village-thing seemed like a death sentence to his penis at first, but after seeing all the girls at school, he changed his mind.
“Ryuugu Rena is kind of cute…” he mused to himself, his face remaining deceptively, and idiotically, innocent. He had noticed that Rena would go into a frenzy of orgasmic joy whenever she saw something she deemed cute enough to take home. So far he was not in that category, but he would work on it. Oh, would he work on it.
Walking to town to buy a giant Kenta-kun to seduce the strange hauuu-ing girl, Makoto was distracted by the Angel Mort restaurant. It wouldn’t hurt to duck inside and chat with that Sonozaki chick, Shmion or something. There were two of them. Probably. Makoto really couldn’t tell them apart, but he didn’t need to if he could get them both in the sack. At the same time. Akane too. And maybe Oni-baba.