The same motorcycle. The same location——
This was the second time going to Mu Xiaoxiao's house, but her mood seemed somewhat changed. Chisato, sitting behind him, gently supported his waist with one hand while the other rested on her abdomen.
It was afternoon now. She looked at the sun overhead—scorching hot. The wind in her ears made her feel cold. Her eyes, gazing at Mu Xiaoxiao's back, were full of tangled, complicated emotions.
Compared to yesterday's despair, today's Chisato actually felt... used to it. It had only been one day, yet she already felt accustomed to his... bullying.
'No! Impossible. How could I get used to it? It must be an illusion!'
"Hey," the girl called out as the wind blew loudly, fiddling with her hair. "Am I staying there again today?"
"What?"
The wind was too strong. Mu Xiaoxiao hadn't heard her.
Chisato moved her lips and had no choice but to raise her voice. "I didn't go home yesterday. I want to go home tonight—"
Otherwise, her mother would worry. After speaking, the girl bit her pink lips and watched his figure anxiously, afraid the boy might get angry.
Mu Xiaoxiao's reaction was very flat. "Don't think about it today. Even if you want to go back tonight, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave. We'll talk about it tomorrow."
Chisato's expression froze. Thinking of how she'd nearly died last night—the feeling of collapsing from exhaustion—her cheeks flushed. She lowered her head, her eyes like water.
"Did you eat lunch today?"
"No... no."
During lunch break, Senior Yuuto had invited her to eat together, but he'd ruined that. Chisato rubbed her stomach. "I can cook."
She didn't know why she added that. After speaking, she lowered her head.
"Oh?"
Mu Xiaoxiao had originally planned to find a restaurant and eat randomly. But hearing this, he turned the motorcycle toward another street, finally stopping at a supermarket entrance.
"Since you can cook, I'll leave it to you, then?"
Even phrased as a question, she couldn't refuse. Chisato nodded beside him, secretly glancing at Mu Xiaoxiao before quickly withdrawing her gaze, diverting her attention to the supermarket products.
Vegetables. Meat. Seafood. And some seasonings—they needed those too.
"I remember your kitchen is empty. You only eat instant noodles every day?" Chisato asked.
"Isn't there takeout?"
"..."
'So this is a boy living alone? So casual.'
"There's a lot to buy. Soy sauce, seasonings..."
"Then buy them."
"Ugh... I can't reach."
'Why put it so high?' Just as she thought this, Mu Xiaoxiao beside her reached up and took a bottle of soy sauce from the shelf.
"Thanks."
Just after saying thank you, Chisato, walking ahead while choosing items, suddenly froze. 'No—what am I doing? This is... just like an ordinary couple shopping. The atmosphere is too strange.'
'This guy is obviously a jerk. How can I treat him so nicely?'
Flustered, Chisato couldn't help glancing back at Mu Xiaoxiao. But he didn't seem to notice her little movements or complicated emotions. He was glancing at the prices, the corners of his eyes twitching.
Calculating roughly.
'Tch. Need to find a way to get some money.'
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Mu Xiaoxiao's House——
The motorcycle was parked in the yard. The gate wasn't closed. The smell of cooking wafted out. After putting on an apron, Chisato felt like a housewife.
Though forced.
"Mu Xiaoxiao?"
The living room was empty—no one else. She'd just placed the fried fish and beef on the table when he emerged from the bathroom. His hair was wet; he seemed to have just showered.
Noticing his exposed collarbone and skin—places she'd had intimate contact with before—and his underwear, Chisato nervously turned her head, looking away.
"Dinner... dinner's ready."
"Eat, then. You seem nervous?" Mu Xiaoxiao noticed her reaction and grinned.
"No, no."
She shook her head frantically.
"Don't worry. You need to fill your stomach before doing that, otherwise you won't have strength." Mu Xiaoxiao sat cross-legged, picked up his bowl, and looked up at the girl kneeling opposite.
"That guy who talked to you at noon—the boy you like, right? A sophomore named Yuuto?"
'He's a senior. No respect in your words. But then, villains don't respect seniors.' Chisato nodded after taking a bite of rice.
"Oh~ That guy. I think he likes you too."
"..."
Seeing Chisato silent, Mu Xiaoxiao raised the corner of his mouth and continued. "I thought he'd chase after us, but he didn't do anything. Could it be he was too shocked?"
'Sure enough, this person is vicious. Facing me in front of Yuuto-senpai during lunch break... just to shock him?' Chisato thought while eating sullenly.
Glancing at Chisato, still silent, Mu Xiaoxiao grew bored and stopped talking.
After eating, Chisato knelt on the cushion, twisting her fingers. She knew what awaited her next. She'd experienced it last night. And now...
Under the silent atmosphere, Chisato hesitated unnaturally for a moment, then rose. "I—I'll clean up."
"Lie down."
"Huh?"
"Don't clean up."
Mu Xiaoxiao supported himself on the floor, leaning back. "Come here."
"..."
The beautiful girl parted her lips, set down the bowl, and walked slowly before Mu Xiaoxiao. Though standing above him, her eyes were timid and nervous. She didn't dare look at him.
"Take off your clothes."
The calm words rippled through her heart. Mu Xiaoxiao wasn't controlling Chisato's body, yet she still raised her hands to unbutton her uniform, removing her coat and skirt piece by piece.
Already—more and more熟练. Or rather, more and more accustomed.
'Yesterday I resisted this behavior. But today, I take off my clothes so naturally. And he didn't even control my body. I actually...'
The girl, wearing only her bra—her large breasts, delicate slender thighs, smooth belly, fair skin—was exposed to the air. Completely presented before Mu Xiaoxiao's eyes.
Big breasts~
When Mu Xiaoxiao pressed his hand, she nearly melted. After a few breaths, Chisato turned into a puddle of water, unable to muster any strength.
'This won't work. If this continues, I'll sink little by little.'
Chisato realized something was wrong with her. She was like a domestic pet—if he tamed her bit by bit, she'd completely sink if this continued.
But even knowing this, she couldn't refuse.
Or... had she already sunk?
"Ngggh—ah~"
So comfortable...
Pressed beneath him, her nose filled with his youthful breath. His body stained with her scent. His traces and shape—inside and outside her body. Chisato twisted, her delicate body tossed, desperately struggling.
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[♡ +1]
[♡ +1]
"Sigh—"
Chisato, unaware that Mu Xiaoxiao grew happier and more excited from the love energy he gained, only felt his movements more intense than before. She felt she'd died several times before it ended.
Chisato forced her eyes open, staring at the young man's face so close.
Already... completely molded into his shape.
"Woo—"