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"Believe in yourself and hold onto your emotions in this moment."
"As long as you are willing to work hard and give for love, you will never be inferior to anyone else."
"Please don't expect anything in return... I think you wouldn't love me so much if you didn't understand me."
yes……
There is absolutely no need to crave a return.
Things like this are completely unnecessary to worry about.
Because—
"Xiao Cheng's personality has never been hidden!"
That gentleness, that timidity, that extra tightness when holding me in your arms, yet always unable to resist loosening your grip, worried about squeezing me too tightly and hurting me—these are the little details.
It's no longer like before, when I simply stood by and watched. He, radiant in the sunlight, looked down at me from a high place, bending down to meet my gaze. Standing at the same height, our eyes met without me having to look up, and he reached out his hand into the mud and shadows.
"If I have to be so petty about such a gentle little town and someone as understanding as him, then I have no right to approach him again."
"Just keep it like this,"
The pointer turned to ashes in mid-air, leaving only those purple eyes, as ethereal and dreamlike as nebulae in the night sky—
But before it ended, the pure-looking girl with long white hair couldn't help but offer a reminder.
"Also, it's about being understanding, not about taking off someone's clothes."
"Anyway, there's no difference, right?"
"Too."
Recalling what I peeked at in the past... Even my dear is just an ordinary person at heart, and naturally, he also has the things that ordinary people crave.
Mistelin didn't dwell on the matter, but gently touched the air with her hand, and the door opened naturally.
In the magnificent room that was instantly illuminated, the sunlight streaming in pointed directly at that excessively dazzling world.
"Next, please come with me to a different world."
"You are about to enter a completely new field."
"Now please come with me to change into an outfit that suits your taste better and that you can wear outside."
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...Lin Mengshen deleted nine cages (seven) nine ouba
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Mealtimes are always quite long, and with the two girls by his side, another whole day passed by unknowingly. Jiang Cheng, who had originally planned to fulfill his duties as a bishop and do some work, took out a communication device that could hardly be called a cell phone. The reflection that lit up instantly triggered the message sent by Mistelin.
It was just like before, requiring me to open the door myself, with only a few additional descriptions added later, such as looking to the right and seeing the uphill road with lush vegetation.
When Jiang Cheng subconsciously turned around, he received only a silent acquiescence from the two girls.
"Whatever you like."
Please don't let yourself have any regrets.
Whether it's Yae Sakura or Raiden Mei, in the unavoidable five-person group, they can only hold on to their last line of defense.
While striving for victory, we must first ensure that Jiangcheng leaves no regrets and does not regret its past mistakes in the future.
"Don't worry, we'll try our best not to affect you in our competition. After all, the most important and cherished people in the world are here with you, aren't they?"
—As if to shatter all the hesitation in the boy's heart, Raiden Mei's smile, gently pressing her chest, was so tender it could melt bones.
“Miss Mistelin is right. If we, who have been saved, are still causing you distress because of this kind of thing, we might as well find a rope and hang ourselves as soon as possible.”
After being comforted, Yae Sakura, who had resolved her inner conflict and redirected her competitive spirit to a more suitable place, held the Jizo Mitama, which had been unsealed, in both hands.
The moment the skirt of the gorgeous shrine maiden's outfit that she had changed into fluttered in the wind, the three-headed fox-eared girl also appeared in the air at the same time.
"That's right, even I would agree on this point."
"He's clearly such a ruthless warrior, so don't hesitate any longer."
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Stepping out of the room, the first thing I saw when I looked up was the girl wearing the uniform of Far East High School—
A pure white short-sleeved top clung to the girl's youthful and vibrant curves. A yellow tie extended from the dark collar, fluttering freely in the wind. Between the khaki plaid skirt and the stockings covering her calves, a glimpse of pure white was revealed in her absolute territory, like milk, making one want to lick it. Her delicate toes were encased in small leather shoes, with only a perfectly exposed black stocking concealing her pristine whiteness.
Just like the cute junior girls you see on the school rooftop railing in anime, she's full of energy, holding a sandwich and eating like a hamster.
Under the radiant sunlight, her skirt and long, silvery hair danced together, silently billowing over her slender shoulders.
Each strand of hair seemed to reflect the morning light, sparkling like melted silver crystal.
The sun was shining brightly, and the breeze was gentle. The white and purple petals, gently lifted by the wind, carried delicate fragrances that softly permeated the air. The fragrance, refracted by the still-dry dew, shimmered and sparkled, and when it shone on the skin, it felt like butterflies fluttering their wings and slowly taking flight.
A dreamy girl.
A dreamlike encounter.
It makes one wonder whether the sunlight is shining on her or she is radiating light herself.
Do not……
It must be Kiana who's radiating light.
Because such a lovely girl was already waving her hand and calling out her name from afar.
"Good morning, little town!"
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The end of the sound was drawn out particularly long.
Just like the feelings I have right now.
A scene that is normally so radiant that just looking at it makes one feel inferior—
Today's teenagers, like the protagonists in those anime works, can embrace their own rosy and refreshing daily lives.
"--I am here."
The sound came along with the footsteps.
The light of Jizo's Soul flashed, and hundreds of meters were covered in an instant.
Unable to suppress a smile, I wanted to greet them—but a slightly melancholic voice drifted by like a breeze.
"Do you really like energetic types that much?"
"Honey."
Only at this moment did the boy's gaze finally notice the other girl beside him, who seemed relatively quiet and reserved.
Unlike Kiana, Mistelin wore a completely different teacher's outfit—the buttons on her white long-sleeved shirt were all popped off to their limit, and the black stockings tightly wrapped under her black pencil skirt seemed to reveal plump thigh flesh overflowing from tiny torn wounds.
Despite being a rational type, she could have easily chosen the most suitable style for herself, and even actively created stockings that fit her skin perfectly. However, the girl cleverly adjusted the stockings to a size smaller, and with the slight tearing sound of her steps, they snapped open, revealing a few traces of white and alluring luster.
As for the glasses used to create an air of mystery, even though they were meaningless, they were gently placed on the girl's delicate nose, adding a touch of mystery to her gradient-colored eyes.
"How do you feel about this outfit? Does it give you a wise look?" She gently lifted the frame of her glasses, her fingertips resting on the frame.
Her slightly forward-leaning posture intentionally or unintentionally showcased her perfect curves, and the pressure from her forearm caused the buttons to loosen, revealing a glimpse of snow-white skin.
Even after a night of hard work, the innocent and pure charm mixed with a touch of domesticity still makes one unable to resist getting excited.
The teacher's uniform she's wearing now perfectly accentuates her married womanly charm; the composed demeanor of a teacher, coupled with her serene face and abundant allure...
Ahhh...
I almost didn't dare to look at it for too long.
"That's great! Although I feel that with your talent, it's a waste for you to be a teacher."
The boy's response would only be unwavering praise.
He clapped his hands together lightly.
"What about me? What about me? And me too!" Kiana also broke down instantly and rushed forward, not hiding her little jealousy at all. She raised her head and pointed at her own face, "This outfit of mine is a replica of the design I had at Chiyu Academy. It was with my help that Mistelin made it. I put in a lot of effort and helped a lot."
"--cute!"
There is absolutely no other answer than this!
His voice was no longer just firm and decisive; it was so serious that his brows were furrowed.
Kiana's lips practically curled into a smile from the compliment, her happiness impossible to hide, yet she still crossed her arms and gave a coquettish, soft hum—
"No, no, please praise me more."
"It's amazing. It reminded me of my incredibly difficult high school years, and it felt like it gave me a life that I never dared to dream of back then."
“That’s pretty much it”
Kiana, whose little wish had been fulfilled, nodded in a pretentious manner, her little head also feigning a nonchalant expression.
However, the next moment, she rushed into his arms with such speed that Jiang Cheng could hardly react—her long, silvery-white hair instantly hit his face, and whether it was from the shampoo she used or the natural fragrance she carried, it instantly filled his nostrils, masking the scent of the flower petals that had been there before.
"Hehe...it tastes like a small town."
She was clearly a beautiful young girl, but when she rubbed her face against her chest, there was a lewd and perverted feeling about her.
Jiang Cheng's assessment was similar to the sentiment expressed in the phrase "I want to drink Mei's juice."
of course.
Of course, pretty girls are treated differently.
So even though she looked like a beautiful girl being molested by a pervert at this moment, Jiang Cheng just patted Kiana's back and put his arm around her slender waist. When he looked up, he met the gaze of Mistelin, whose expression was also normal. They looked at each other without saying a word. It was more like Kiana was just like this, and she was better off being a paramecium like this for the rest of her life.
Want to go on a date together?
The girl who proactively extended her finger extended an invitation.
Jiang Cheng naturally wouldn't refuse. Since even Mei and the others hadn't refused, he certainly wouldn't give up the date. The only problem was…
"Where should we go? Now that I'm a bishop, I might attract more attention."
"You don't need to worry about that. I know a place that is very close to a normal city, and I can also interfere with the information so that they can't recognize you."
Since she dared to make this request, Mistelin had naturally prepared everything she needed.
Despite Kiana's interference in this first formal date, it was still something memorable.
Caught off guard, Jiang Cheng could only be gently pulled by the fingertips by the smiling Mistelin, while Kiana also pulled his other hand and they ran forward together.
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As the morning breeze lifted Kiana's plaid skirt, Mistelin's black high heels crushed the falling white and purple petals. Unlike the uninhibitedly lively girl, she deliberately lagged behind by half a step, taking light, cat-like steps, allowing the tight curves of her pencil skirt to be faintly seen in Jiang Cheng's peripheral vision.
Even though I've already seen the version without fabric, seeing the girl in this outfit now evokes a completely different feeling.
Even without actually revealing a single bit, the stimulation provided by the absolute territory of black stockings and a pencil skirt seemed to attract more attention than if it were actually exposed.
As if Mistyling-Dream (First.Fallin) could sense the gaze, she not only did not restrain herself, but intensified it, and even seemed to automatically shorten her erection.
After walking a little further and strolling along the road for a while, Jiang Cheng dared not look at that spot anymore, as he could hardly suppress another thought.
In an almost intolerable moment.
Mistelin's finger also pointed forward at the same time.
As if appearing out of nowhere, a vending machine, along with a small shop that had somehow appeared there, suddenly came into view.
"Kiana, you must be thirsty after walking for so long. Why don't you come and pick out some drinks for us?"
"Leave it to me."
Just as Kiana cheered and lunged at the vending machine, Stigmata Ritsu suddenly turned around and pressed her fingertips to her lips—