"We must resolve the issue here immediately before we can leave for Egypt to find DIO! Time is of the essence—so start telling the truth, Jotaro!"
Joseph Joestar fixed Kujo Jotaro with a stern gaze, clearly determined to force him into admitting something.
However, Nianzi caught another key detail in his words—Egypt? DIO? It sounded like they were planning something significant. She deduced this was likely tied to their main storyline. If she wanted to win them over, she’d probably have to join their group. For now, she decided to gather more intel.
At the moment, the old man was desperately trying to clear his name. Judging by their appearances and ages, the two shared a close blood relation—either grandson or great-grandson. Though it wasn’t impossible for him to be the father, given Joseph’s notorious fertility (he already had a four-and-a-half-year-old illegitimate child).
"What the hell are you even talking about…?"
Falsely accused, Kujo Jotaro’s expression shifted from disbelief to anger in an instant. He immediately grasped the situation, his aura turning dangerously cold. His previously dismissive gaze finally lingered on Nianzi and Shunan for a second before he frowned.
"I don’t know this woman. Stop pushing your own mistakes onto me."
"I don’t know her either!" Joseph protested frantically. "I admit I’ve made mistakes before—that child burning up in the hospital bed is my responsibility, and I’ll do everything to atone for it. But this kid? I have no idea where he came from! Though it’s obvious he carries Joestar blood—that much can’t be faked! If it wasn’t you, Jotaro, then who else? Think harder! Did you mess around at school? You’re my great-grandson—act like a man and face the consequences!"
The old man looked utterly desperate, willing to say anything to shift blame, practically forcing the high schooler named Kujo Jotaro to admit he was the father. The scene grew chaotic as Higashikata Tomoko glared at them, arms crossed. Meanwhile, a Middle Eastern man hurried over from down the hallway.
"What’s going on here? Mr. Joestar, is this the urgent matter you needed to handle…?"
The man seemed to be part of Joseph Joestar’s group. Joseph, too ashamed to explain earlier, had vaguely mentioned "taking care of something" before arriving. But his loud voice had drawn his companion’s attention, leaving the man curious about the commotion.
Upon spotting Shunan beside Nianzi, he froze. His eyes darted between Jotaro and Joseph, and his expression twisted into something unreadable.
"He looks exactly like…"
"Not mine," Joseph denied instantly, shaking his head with cold sweat.
…
At this point, Nianzi realized anything she said would be believed.
Fine. She’d pin it on him.
Nianzi made her decision swiftly. She exchanged a glance with Shunan, who had been quietly standing beside her. As if reading her mind, the boy suddenly turned wide, innocent eyes toward Kujo Jotaro and murmured softly—
"…Daddy?"
"…………"
The air froze. Only Joseph Joestar broke the silence with an ecstatic shout.
"YES! YES! I KNEW IT!!"
"So it really wasn’t Joseph?" Tomoko gasped, eyes wide. "I almost thought you were a criminal, preying on such a young girl!"
"I told you it wasn’t me! I won’t run from my mistakes, but I won’t take blame for things I didn’t do! Thank you, child—you’ve proven my innocence. A little one like you wouldn’t lie!"
Joseph exhaled in relief, his confidence surging as he turned a stern gaze back to Jotaro. "Just admit it already. Don’t be a coward, Jotaro! I’ll handle my own problems—you face yours!"
"……"
The Middle Eastern man—Muhammad Avdol—looked lost. Meanwhile, shock flickered across Jotaro’s stoic face, as if he couldn’t believe what was happening.
The high schooler wasn’t much of a talker. Nianzi had pegged him as the type who hated explanations from the start—not that it would help here anyway. After a long silence, Jotaro finally locked eyes with Nianzi and demanded coldly—
"Explain this yourself. What’s the deal with this kid?"
[System Notification:]
Kujo Jotaro is questioning you about Shunan. Your response is—
A. "I don’t know. His birth mother would have the answer."
B. "So how are you planning to shut me up?"
C. "You already know the answer, don’t you?"
Option A would mean admitting Shunan was a stray she picked up—instantly ruled out. B was outright accusation, almost like blackmail… while C left some wiggle room.
Why did all three options sound so aggressive, though? Wasn’t this a romance game? Where were the polite, dignified choices? She felt like some low-class troublemaker. Whatever.
At this point, she couldn’t admit that Shunan was stolen. His favorability was locked in the negatives anyway—might as well pick whatever pleased the old man.
"What do you think? So, how are you planning to shut me up?"
Nianzi met Jotaro’s gaze unflinchingly, radiating confidence.
Still, she didn’t understand why he treated her so coldly. Locked affection was a first in dating sims—she couldn’t fix it. Maybe she should just give up on him.
"…………"
Her response plunged the room into silence again. Only Joseph pumped his fist and whispered, "YES!" The others averted their eyes, pretending not to notice.
[Joseph Joestar agrees.]
[Muhammad Avdol agrees.]
[Kujo Jotaro disagrees.]
[Shunan agrees.]
[Higashikata Josuke disagrees.]
A chime signaled affection changes. Nianzi checked her status screen—Joseph’s affection rose by 10, Shunan’s by 2. Josuke didn’t seem to like her approach, though, costing her 1 point.
That Middle Eastern man named Muhammad Avdol actually has an affection level, but his name doesn’t appear among the romanceable characters. It seems he’s just an ordinary companion… but what does this have to do with him? Why is he even giving his approval?
At any rate, the old man was pleased that his suspicions had been cleared.
However, aside from that, Nianzi noticed that Kujo Jotaro's affection level had dropped to negative fifty-two.
…Huh?
Wait a minute.
Even with negative affection locked, can it still keep decreasing?
Nianzi was now seriously questioning whether this guy had some prejudice against women or had gone through some unpleasant experiences. There was no way he liked women—that would explain why his initial affection was so low even though she’d never done anything to provoke him.
But soon, she stopped caring. It was already in the negatives anyway—who cared about the difference between negative one and negative one hundred?
