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"Because... I can now understand why Mei-san said she wanted to become a Fusion Warrior that day."
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Can I accept this?
The girl's eyes at that time still seem vivid in my mind.
Jiang Cheng had just been with someone else for various reasons, and the girl didn't even have time to be angry before raising her head and asking such a question.
The sudden raising of her head, the eyes in her lifted purple hair, were like a lavender field hidden within, parted by the wind, the delicate ripples revealing absolute determination.
I remember back then, as the Herrscher of Thunder, her face lacked even arrogance; there was no color to be found except for the solidified purple—it was as if impatient thunder was leaping between the tips of her hair, covered by an excessive filter, making this unusually resolute posture even more vivid and realistic.
The power of a Herrscher is still too insignificant. Jiang Cheng said that I would be invincible for at least two or three years, and that there would be no one in the world who could compare to me. But this kind of power, which is limited because strong people do not exist and have not yet appeared, is not true power at all... I need real power, power that can protect him, power that will make him no longer have to worry so much.
Therefore, I must possess power. Please tell me, Miss Mistralin, is the Fusion Warrior surgery possible on me? What other methods are there to make a Herrscher stronger?
Why is this so?
It was just one thing that was brought up.
Is it so eager to become stronger, so eager to gain more power, so eager to protect Jiangjiang City properly?
Why can we prioritize others over ourselves? Why can we value others more than ourselves? Where does such irrational behavior originate? The accumulation of memories simply cannot explain where in the human body's structure such complexity, subtlety, and incomprehensibility can exist.
What was something I couldn't understand at the time, I now seem to be able to grasp a little bit of.
As for me...
I can probably understand some of the feelings I had back then.
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Even though she was once an inhuman girl, now she can act like a human and do irrational things that are called sacrifices.
Not like the previous Mistelin, but a sacrifice made entirely from the heart, from a heart still beating at this moment, solely for one person.
Anyone would be moved by this.
I was moved by the girl's gradual transformation.
Unfortunately, Jiangcheng is unable to react to this at all; it is neither moved nor can it even respond.
Mistelin's voice was no longer worth listening to. No matter how detailed her explanations and advice were, they were ignored. Her captivating voice never reached the boy's ears, and even the gentlest breeze stirred the most beautiful purple lilacs.
If it can't be seen in the end, then no matter how beautiful that moment was, it's meaningless.
A beauty that cannot be appreciated and is self-admiring is equivalent to non-existence.
It wasn't that she was truly arrogant to that extent, too lazy to even listen to people's sincere words; she was just a young master or young lady from a wealthy family who had absolutely no patience. However, as she spoke, her hand, which had been sliding up her waist from behind and circling around, had unknowingly slipped into her pants. Her warm, soft fingertips touched a strange spot that made Jiang Cheng's whole body stiffen.
Even the most stubborn person will be helpless if their most important position is compromised.
speechless.
This time, he was truly speechless.
My body was completely frozen in place.
"Kiana...?"
"Don't talk. I don't want to see that bastard keep picking my peaches!"
Turning my head instinctively only made my weakness feel even more acute—Kiana behind me was supporting her chin with one hand, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed, her face ashen, and her lips even appearing to be clenching her teeth. One of her almond-shaped eyes was hidden beneath her dark bangs, while the other was glaring at me.
—Even so, it doesn't stop the other hand from doing things that are even more demanding.
It doesn't even hinder Mistelin from cooperating.
With that confident and at ease look in his eyes.
Even when Kiana glared at her fiercely, the beautiful girl still smiled gently.
Without using any forceful methods, it simply pressed the soft object covering the boy's face, which was almost swallowing his entire face, down further, shook it, and adjusted its position so that the boy could realize that the protrusion he had swallowed was gradually rubbing against the edge of the boy's mental energy.
Kiana also chose to swallow her dissatisfaction at this moment and temporarily gave the lead role to Mistelin, who had a completely different and fuller figure.
There wasn't even the act of sticking xiaolongbao (soup dumplings) on Jiang Cheng's back—there was no need for such a sensational act.
Once that spot appeared naturally, the intense heat was clearly felt, and only then did the slender, soft fingers continue their work.
Even when she was startled by the burn and tried to move away as if to escape, she persisted in her actions.
After a brief pause, the soft, smooth hands, as delicate as mutton fat jade, began to caress that indescribable thing once more.
"How was it?" the girl's defiant voice came from beside me. "It certainly can't be worse than that jerk who stole the peaches, right?"
I……
Can I really say it's not very good?
Although I was thinking this to myself, the answer to such a thought didn't require much thought at all.
— Obviously not.
Kiana's fingertips were already quite strong.
Just like the terrible expression on his face, he gritted his teeth, his dissatisfaction and anger overflowing, and even his long, silvery-white hair, as white as moonlight, now appeared dark and obscured his face.
Therefore, Jiangcheng can only be certain of—
"That's great!"
"No perfunctory work allowed! - Meng Liuling Ershui Sibasi!"
Kiana, dissatisfied, smacked the boy's back with her forehead. "Seriously, tell me properly! Absolutely! Absolutely! You have to be better than that guy, right?"
"The scent of a young girl is really amazing!" Jiang Cheng was forced to shout it out.
“That’s right,” Mistelin said, adjusting her position as she clasped her hands together, smiling as she tilted her head and curved her eyes.
"Kiana is the best! She's really amazing."
"Well……"
so weird!
He's clearly someone I really dislike.
They were the ones who reaped the rewards.
Why... why is it that whenever I see her praising me, I just can't bring myself to dislike her?
They just clapped their hands, yet they acted all high and mighty, lecturing me like an adult. I felt...
Ahh!
very strange!
Kiana couldn't even figure out what she was thinking. Was she happy, sad, or angry?
It seemed like she felt a mix of satisfaction from being praised, anger at having Jiangcheng taken away, and sadness from being abandoned before...
All sorts of messy emotions are mixed together, thrown into a big vat and stirred around, making my brain feel like it's going to break down.
In the end, the girl could only bite her lip, adopt an extremely complicated posture, cover her face with her long hair, give up on this problem that was like a math problem that she could never solve, and wholeheartedly begin to touch that thing that was hot to the touch but still required her to muster up her courage.
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And so the farce of the three unfolded, with Jiang Cheng, who knew a lot, Misterine, who knew quite a bit, and Kiana, who knew nothing.
Frustrated and clueless, Kiana could only give up in frustration before mustering the courage to throw herself into something else...
It breaks my heart just to look at it.
It broke Theresa's heart.
Even now, this white-fuzzy ball of fur has no intention of giving up. Instead, it has been taking advantage of the slight relaxation in Mistelin's spirit each time she is hit, which makes her suppression of her a little looser and creates a little gap in time to crawl forward. Just like that, it stares at the person with the same face as Cecilia, watching her face change every time, watching the affection in her beautiful eyes, and seizing the gap to crawl forward.
You must look at it carefully.
You must read this carefully.
Only with the utmost concentration can one discern that fleeting moment of room to move forward.
So he had to watch helplessly as the familiar pink cheeks turned a captivating rose-red, and those same gentle, starry eyes, except for the different color, were hazy, and her delicate, pink lips moved slightly. He listened intently as the soft moans that came out of her mouth gradually transformed into sweet, breathy, heavenly sounds.
Her fair and delicate skin, as smooth as solidified cream, was covered with a captivating blush. Jiang Cheng's fingertips revealed marks that would be left by any touch—under these circumstances, the girl could only crawl forward step by step, carefully controlling her movements.
Like a turtle.
Even more pathetic and incompetent than a tortoise.
In a sense, this was the ultimate insult to Theresa, an insult that would still evoke deep-seated fear, sadness, and anger in her brain even after her memories had been repeatedly erased.
If possible, it would be much better to bury your head in the floor, or even dig a hole in it like an ostrich, to hide.
The girl even actually thought about it.
All you have to do is hide.
As long as we can't see it, that's fine.
As long as you can't see that face, you definitely won't mistake that guy for Cecilia.
But—no.
Even this kind of escape is not allowed.
Because Kiana is still ahead of us, we absolutely cannot let Kiana's first time end up in a place like this, especially not in this way, along with that guy... together with Jiang Cheng.
This is the only thing that is absolutely impossible and absolutely unacceptable.
That's why we can move forward step by step.
Even so, the speed was too slow, and she could only watch as the girl with the same face as Cecilia seduced Kiana.
Do not……
No!
Cecilia... Cecilia!
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At this moment, Theresa's posture was so unbearable that even Himeko covered her face. Even Bronya, who had theoretically become completely emotionless and lost a great deal of feeling, couldn't help but turn her head away.
After hesitating for a moment, Himeko couldn't help but ask, "Bronya... is this a solution you thought of beforehand?"
"No!"
"no!"
"Absolutely not!!!"
The girl with no connections immediately launched a triple attack.
One could clearly see the flow of emotions called fear and avoidance in those silver eyes.
Who dares to take the blame for this?
Bronya really didn't expect that the girl who looked so beautiful and gentle would turn out like this... so refreshingly different.
"You don't need to explain that."
The explanation that came out subconsciously was easily rejected—Himeko gently shook her head.
Under Bronya's worried gaze, which even made her doubt whether Himeko-sensei didn't want to hear Bronya's explanation, she once again stared at the deliberately blurred lounge, where figures could still be vaguely seen and the general postures of several people could be discerned.
"Even for me, this is completely impossible. In fact, it is precisely because I know something about it that it is absolutely impossible."
"Don't worry, no one will blame you. Even if I were in this situation, if I could see Miss Shaniat, I would immediately think of having her resolve the conflict between Jiang Cheng and Kiana."
because……
That's just like Cecilia!
Those golden pupils were so stimulated by just staring at that blurry figure that they couldn't help but close their eyes.