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Mistelin simply brought her fingertips together smoothly.
"Let's start exercising properly from now on. Also, are you a little malnourished?"
"Have it?"
"Have."
The purple pointer gently pressed against her excessively slender waist, drawing Kiana's gaze to herself, a figure she had never felt strange about before—
"Even for a vibrant young girl, this level of thinness is a bit too much. During this time, I will prepare plenty of delicious food for you, and you can exercise to gain some fat. Don't worry about gaining muscle or deforming your figure. Bloodline is both an innate constraint and shackle, but it also gives you great potential. At least in history, there has never been a member of the Kaslana family with a deformed figure."
"I will definitely work hard!"
Kiana's act of clenching her little fist and waving it high already spoke volumes.
"Don't worry too much. What I said earlier may have been a bit intense, but if you think about it carefully, even if someone is eliminated in the end, my dear probably won't allow it."
Mistelin temporarily lowered the temperature—
He worried that the girl might actually start recklessly imitating him.
"They are people who can be cold-blooded and ruthless, capable of killing at will, yet they are so soft and gentle when facing us... They would rather appear so cowardly and weak than show any sharpness. It is precisely because of this that we must compete."
"Eh..." The pointer finally lifted the girl's chin, snapping her out of her daze—
Those bright, round, azure eyes met those gentle purple pupils, and the cold pointer turned to ashes in mid-air, reforming into a basic, rational structure.
"Don't overthink it, this is just a little sigh of mine. You probably wouldn't understand anyway, so let's skip the explanation."
"Let's go eat together first."
—He waved gently.
Mistelin's last remaining image was a silhouette that seemed to merge with the bright moonlight on the horizon.
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What happened next was exactly as Mistelin had predicted. She genuinely helped Kiana, both out of pity for the girl and to repay Cecilia for the life that had begun because of her heroic act. She also hoped that life in Jiangcheng could be easier, so that he wouldn't have to constantly face such heavy and twisted emotions.
While they talked about training and special drills, it wasn't actually that difficult or challenging. The key was to make Kiana realize which aspects belonged to the realm of lovers and which belonged to the realm of friends. In fact, this only required a little understanding.
Because of the innocence of a young girl, the feeling of rushing forward is different from that of a lover rushing forward with ulterior motives.
Perhaps the former would make the boy feel more comfortable.
There's no need to correct the excessive growth.
As for teaching some cunning tactics for conquering Jiangcheng, while it is somewhat necessary to at least have the ability to compete with Mei and the others, there is no need to go too deep. As long as you have a certain level of competitiveness, you can just rely on the innocence of this energetic and lively beautiful girl.
Sometimes, seemingly silly female friends can actually do more intimate things and quietly occupy the most important place in someone's heart without any burden or need for much thought.
There's no need to do anything extra; just laugh freely and play around as you please.
The key point then is to gain weight.
You don't have to be overweight, but you should at least be healthy.
Don't look like you could be blown away by a gust of wind, don't have a waist so thin it looks like two ribs are about to be removed, don't have thighs that are full but can't support them at all, and don't have such a perky butt that it's your darling's favorite part—at least in the videos you're peeping at, your darling's favorite position is the rear, and the feeling of gently patting it with your palm to feel its elasticity.
--certainly.
This is something they will hide very well because they are worried about Mei and the others getting hurt.
My dear has almost never shown it. If I hadn't been watching her 24/7, analyzing her on countless screens, breaking down every second into countless segments, I wouldn't have dared to guess from her seemingly unintentional behavior and changes in her gaze that she actually had a little sadistic streak.
This is also where Mei and her friends are incompetent. As lovers who are intimately involved, they can't even grasp and fulfill all the desires within their beloved's body.
Even if your loved one feels pity, cares, and worries about your health, and therefore doesn't dare to take action or use force, you can still create some small scenes of punishment, such as accidentally doing something wrong and then voluntarily requesting punishment.
We've gone off-topic.
Why are you criticizing Mei and the others again?
Although they are also points to be criticized from beginning to end.
Mistelin gently shook her head, suppressing the messy materials and pent-up dissatisfaction for the time being, and her deep purple eyes returned to their normal, sparkling state.
"Despite her naturally perky buttocks, which are the type that allows for easy childbirth, her G1 buttocks are not flexible enough due to her weight, so she needs to increase her weight."
"Could you please take your hands off my butt?"
The girl, with her head bowed, had her face hidden by her long, silvery-white hair, leaving only a soft, distant voice emanating from it.
It was almost like a discussion, a plea... He stiffened as he received Mistelin's outstretched hand as she pondered.
"Or we can continue using your old pointer."
"That's no different from me touching it directly."
Mistelin seemingly obediently withdrew her hand, but the undisguised protruding words made the already stiff girl even more frozen in place. She was as if she had been thrown into a blizzard, and began to shiver, her ears and neck turning bright red from the frostbite.
"Don't be shy, this is just for the purpose of testing, and I might even have to give you a push later on."
This consolation is clearly meaningless.
There might be more to come... but that's a matter for later.
The inability to accept it now is a current issue.
When emotions run high, one may act without shame because of passion, but that doesn't mean one won't feel ashamed during normal, calmer times.
The problem is that Mistelin's serious demeanor makes it impossible to accuse her of anything; just looking at her face makes you feel like you have something stuck in your throat.
—We have to change the subject.
"And what do you mean by saying that the small town is cruel? In my memory, it has always been very gentle."
"Those are some darker things. In short, all you need to know is that he will always be gentle in front of you, and he is more inclined to be good to the world. At least as a bishop, he will do a million times better than Otto."
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Even if some people try their best to do evil, they can't compare to the momentary impulse of someone who is born evil.
The reason why ordinary people are ordinary is that they are neither able to be unconditionally kind nor able to do evil against their conscience.
Faced with this utterly corrupt destiny, even if my beloved were to commit evil, it would at most be a little corrupt and extravagant. There would be no need for him to embezzle, because everything is his, and he can simply take whatever he wants. In comparison, his evil deeds are not even as great as the reforms he has carried out. These malicious acts cannot harm anyone, while the reforms have saved billions of people.
In reality, the greatest kindness the upper class can show to those at the bottom is to leave them alone. Being able to refrain from interfering is already a great act of kindness, and a sign of a wise and enlightened ruler.
Non-interference here does not mean turning a blind eye, but rather not actively causing harm, and simply fulfilling one's own responsibilities.
My dear does this perfectly, which is why I can offer such honest praise.
Is Xiaocheng a good person?
—The only answer I could give to Kiana's question, which she asked with a blink of her eye.
"He wasn't a good person, nor was he a bad person. He was a good partner, a good friend, an excellent boss, and above all, an ordinary person—an ordinary person who loved his family and friends more than strangers..."
After a brief silence with her eyes closed, Mistelin's eyes, a mesmerizing blend of purple and silver that created a dreamlike, gradient effect, suddenly snapped open. Her fingertips gently touched Kiana's chest.
"There's no need to worry too much about these useless things. Kaslana's bloodline carries a curse equal to her power. Just ask yourself if you like it or not."
The still confused girl only knew one thing.
"--like!"
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The colors were so beautiful and dazzling that there was no need to distinguish them. With proper guidance, this budding infatuation had begun to blossom.
Looking directly into those clear, sky-like eyes, Mistelin couldn't help but recall a scene of melting snow that she had witnessed on the edge of Siberia before the transcription—a scene where sunlight and spring enveloped the world, illuminating the dampness of the previous night, the wind rustling through the low grass and into the bushes, the soft rustling sound merging into the dense forest with its deep mountain and old forest atmosphere, the warm spring sun awakening the vitality of the white and purple flowers on the lemon trees, creating a noisy riot.
Thinking about it carefully, isn't this precisely why the more you focus on the interactions between Raiden Mei, Yae Sakura, and your beloved, the more you dislike those two girls?
They both harbored the purest love for each other, like seeds sprouting in the spring, slowly growing under the sun.
Instead of being emotionally unstable all day long, constantly experiencing the rainy summer, either scorching hot or pouring rain.
The key thing is that spring is beautiful.
Spring is not heavy.
and so--
"Just keep it like this."
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The decadence that lasted until the next morning finally stopped. When the sunlight, which was almost a symbol of midday, seeped in through the window, the boy, whose head seemed to be submerged in the white cream, finally saw something other than softness—the curtains, fluttering in front of him in the wind.
Wrapped in the blanket, I turned over and scanned the room. Everything about it was abnormal. The luxurious floor was so wet that it was difficult to walk on, and the water stains all over the place gave off a strange smell.
It's hard to imagine why there would be water stains in the other corner... As expected, the physical abilities of a Herrscher are beyond imagination.
"Really..."
I couldn't help but gently pat my face.
Even Jiangcheng is starting to look down on him.
He's clearly a ruthless and cruel guy, capable of nothing more than a sliver of ordinary kindness. He's able to kill an innocent Valkyrie and wipe out an entire school, all for the sake of a sliver of possibility.
The corpses beneath his feet were enough to cover the entire block, probably numbering in the thousands. Yet, in matters of the heart, he resembled the gentle male protagonist he once despised.
What else can be done?
Can we force them?
If you can wield a sword against an enemy, and Wu Yi's father can use a decisive method to eliminate Liu Yi, can you do the same to Mei and the others?
impossible……
Can't do it...
Jiang Cheng lay quietly on the soft bed once again, even if it was just burying his head in the sand, he would at least calm himself down for the time being.
The girl beside him still had a strong presence. As sunlight streamed through the latticed windows, Yae Sakura's eyelashes cast butterfly-wing-like shadows on her neck. Her waist, marked with red welts from the shrine maiden's sash last night, was now half-hidden under the thin blanket, and her long, pink hair flowed over her chest like a stream.
"Ugh... glug, don't... stop..."
His slightly furrowed brows were still damp with sweat, which refracted into tiny rainbows in the midday sun, and even the occasional murmurs that escaped from his throat carried a lingering sense of joy.
"Lord of the City...you must not drink anymore..."
The sleeping witch suddenly grabbed her wrist, her voice hoarse and tinged with a metallic scent.
The pure, natural scent of lily of the valley behind her ears had faded to almost nothing, replaced by a cloying sweetness, almost like cherry blossom resin, brewed from a night of passionate intimacy. Along the edge of the loosely draped quilt, faint cherry-colored teeth marks could be seen below her collarbone—the trophies Mei had left when she pushed Mei to her limit with her lightning last night.
Jiang Cheng couldn't help but look even more closely.
I can still recall yesterday's tender moments.
Even the seemingly most virtuous and gentle shrine maiden actually has a strong side.
It's probably really hard for her to accept having two more people at once.
Yae Sakura is a very conservative person who craves stability. Once her worldview is impacted by a spiritual shock, she feels panicked and unable to accept it, wanting to return to her former peace.
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Chapter 163 I will never give up on you
Suddenly, the aroma of burnt tamagoyaki wafted from the doorway, assaulting the ears and nose simultaneously along with the clear sound of footsteps.
The gaze that had been fixed on Yae Sakura was now drawn to the girl who stepped through the door—Raiden Mei, whose lacquerware tray still bore traces of fresh egg yolk, her apron tied in a perfect bow at her waist. The way she tucked her loose purple hair behind her ear exposed her bitten earlobe to the morning light.
The Herrscher of Thunder, who was so powerful yesterday that she was almost terrifying, now had a misty purple in her eyes that was gentler than morning dew.
The difference was almost unbelievable to Jiang Cheng—but the girl's voice arrived before his doubts.
"The miso soup was simmered with kombu for three hours, and the tamagoyaki (Japanese rolled omelet) was cooked seven times. This should be good for your health."
The porcelain spoon clinked against the rim of the bowl with a clear, melodious sound, and as the girl bent over, a bruise from the previous night flashed across the neckline of her apron—