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what……
what……
She couldn't even cry anymore.
Even though it was deleted, countless times, even if her intelligence was reduced to almost zero, Cecilia's existence was still preserved in Theresa's memory.
A series of twisted ways to die, a constantly altered past, a continuously deleted daily life, and a series of chaotic encounters...
The only thing that wasn't rewritten was Cecilia herself.
The girl who will be remembered forever.
That person was holy and beautiful no matter what, more perfect and radiant than anyone in my memory.
What is happening before our eyes now, what we are witnessing now, is a scene that would drive even Shigure Kira to the brink of madness.
That still perfect body was...
—It has been defiled by someone else.
It was like shimmering snowflakes, like the most perfect marble sculpture, a body like a rugged, uneven forest being touched and polluted.
Watching her pure and beautiful face flushed a captivating, rosy red, her starry eyes misty, her eyelashes fluttering, her delicate nose trembling as it exhaled a rich, fragrant scent, like orchids and musk. Her soft, glossy lips parted slightly, uttering a soft moan that had begun to tremble with pain, which transformed into a sweet, tinkling melody of shy breaths…
Her beautiful, smooth silver hair, like a waterfall formed from molten crystal, brushed against the boy's hard chest beneath her, releasing a sweet and delightful fragrance.
Her hazy silver eyes were moist and soft, as if they were about to drip water, and her tender, creamy cheeks were as red as ripe strawberries.
Kiana, the true protagonist and the one being helped, becomes an insignificant footnote.
After taking off Jiang Cheng's clothes, and before even bleeding or being properly positioned, Mistelin pushed him aside, saying that her actions were too rough and would hurt herself and Jiang Cheng. She said, "Let me show you what the normal way is." After a painful groan, he gritted his teeth and didn't want to get off.
The streaks of bright red blood were so eye-catching, yet the girl had no intention of being gentle with herself; in fact, she seemed to enjoy the pain as she exerted herself.
Kiana, who was initially deeply moved, couldn't help but push the girl, trying to reclaim her position.
"No... what are you doing? Stop in Jiangcheng! He's mine! He's clearly mine!!"
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Chapter 133 Kiana: Wow, that's awesome!
"No... Jiang Cheng is clearly mine! Stop pursuing him! This is my reverse-pushing phase!!"
As the one who truly mustered up the courage and was the first to pin Jiang Cheng down, Kiana was unable to move this girl who had previously seemed so pure and gentle.
Even if you muster all your strength and use all your might, you can only shake it a couple more times, which actually makes you the one pushing their buttocks.
The fact that her own Jiangcheng had been taken over by someone else in the blink of an eye was something she could never accept.
All of this was especially true because Mistelin was still enjoying the swaying sensation with great interest, her rosy face filled with intoxication, accepting the occasional throbbing pain without reservation.
The ten jade-like toes were tightly intertwined, and streams of blood seeped out, staining the skin a vivid crimson.
Even a mature, silver-haired beauty with a full and slender figure would burst into uncontrollable cries and gasps from her wet pink lips due to the intense pain.
Compared to the battle-hardened youth, Mistelin, a pure virgin, was far too fragile. Everything she protected was easily destroyed in an instant. Her chastity, which had never been defiled, was taken away in the easiest and most painful way, as if she had been punched hard in the abdomen.
She had reached a point where even looking at her evoked pity, yet her slender, trembling body still commanded respect—
"Don't be afraid, I'm just helping you to taste...try it out. If you're not prepared, the first time will really hurt a lot. Let me lubricate you first, otherwise you definitely won't be able to stand it. Look how much blood I've lost, so don't rush...please don't rush, take it slow."
no……
Are you really just someone passing by?
How come it seems like you're even stronger than me—Kiana Kaslana—when it comes to feelings for Jiang Cheng?
"You're really bleeding!"
It would have been better if we hadn't talked about this, because once we did, Kiana completely lost her composure.
I don't know whether to keep shaking it or just stand by and watch to avoid causing more damage... The first part seems too cruel, and the second part just seems too incompetent.
Kiana could only frantically try to stop her, but no matter what she did, she couldn't shake the girl. Pulling with all her might only added a little fun to the game. In the end, the girl could only point to the blood that was already gushing out. Because of the rough treatment, it hadn't healed at all, but instead kept tearing. Even if you couldn't see the inside, you could easily imagine how terrible and indescribable it was.
At least stop now and let me take over... It shouldn't have come to this point and we still have to continue.
They had almost already accepted this idea—yet the response was still one of infatuation in their eyes.
"This kind of thing... doesn't matter anymore."
"I will carefully remember and cherish the pain of Jiangcheng."
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Under Kiana's astonished gaze, the girl, biting a strand of thin hair, with a dazed look and a pale face—pale due to pain—smiled weakly, her crystalline eyes trembling slightly, Kiana's face blurred and indistinct in the moist light.
Even so, she never stopped moving, never removed the chains, and as if savoring the moment, her fingertips gently brushed across the boy's chest, leaving no trace on her long nails.
It's truly like a dream.
It's unbelievable that they could actually do something like that.
They really have the guts to do something like this after Mei and Sakura.
Something like this, with extremely high costs, minimal gains, and completely beyond the scope of rational thought...
Ah, I guess I'm human now after all.
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Leaning down to gaze at the boy, whose initial resistance had turned into pure shock, I saw his face clearly reflected in his silver-purple pupils. The shimmering tears reflected countless images in his eyes, like countless cherry blossoms suddenly blown up by the spring breeze, forming a sea of flowers on the boundless horizon, before finally falling into the lake. The only clear image among them was myself—my one and only self.
Regardless of the reason, whether he took advantage of others or not, Jiang Cheng only had eyes for himself, only for himself named Mistelin.
As their eyes met, and amidst the breathtaking beauty that surpassed even the cherry blossoms, their fingertips once again gently brushed against that pristine chest.
Now, all those questions from the past can finally be answered without reservation.
Am I the one and only person in your eyes?
--Yes.
Can I be the one and only person in your eyes?
--Can.
Can you absolutely distinguish each and every one of me without any confusion?
--certainly.
It wasn't Cecilia, it wasn't Misterlin, but the second Misterlin. Only I, as the second, could do such a thing. This is something that no one else can replace, even more irreplaceable than giving away eyes.
No one could bring about anything more shocking than what Misterine is doing now, and there is absolutely no one other than himself who could leave a deeper impression on Jiang Cheng.
"Do you remember what you said to me before? You said I was who I am now standing here... I remember every single one of those words so clearly."
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"Why--"
Finally awakened, Jiang Cheng hesitantly asked the answer he already knew from the moment he opened his mouth.
He had lost count of how many times he had been pinned down by the girl, uttering this pale and powerless question.
“I’m just an ordinary person, the kind of ordinary person who could hit a bunch of people if you threw a brick out the window. I haven’t even helped you like Mei and Sakura have… I couldn’t even save you, and you don’t need my help.”
"I really don't understand, I can't figure it out. Could there really be some kind of aphrodisiac in me? But that's impossible, if there really were. If there were, how could my past life have been so ordinary?"
I just don't understand.
[Spirit] Dream. First release ($ This is the color in those pupils.
I couldn't understand it from the moment I was given the glasses, or even from the moment I was invited to go with them.
Because I hadn't heard from you for half a day, I finished up my work and came to find you. Now it seems I arrived at just the right time.
What is appropriate?
What are the benefits?
It was clearly someone who had been waiting outside, creating this chance encounter only when I decided to go out.
Just like what she said at the beginning—
I will wait no matter how long it takes.
In fact, just that one sentence was too heavy, but at the time I never imagined that I would be regarded so seriously by a girl.
But the world is so strange, so incomprehensible. A girl I've only met a few times is really waiting outside for me, really valuing me that much.
That's why I can't understand it. I can't understand why someone who can't be a good person or a bad person, who can't live with their own conscience, and who is afraid of being scammed when doing good deeds, is a half-baked person who is neither good enough nor bad enough. Why would anyone like someone who is a useless person with no initiative?
"I really don't understand."
Why would you do such a thing?
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Why would anyone do such a thing? —Isn't the reason quite simple?
Even the color of her eyes remained unchanged, with a gradient of blue and purple painted on the base color.
Mei, who was changed midway through her journey, continued to live the life of the Thunder Queen; Sakura, who was rescued by someone who knelt down and was told that there was actually a better way, that there was a way to save Rin. So she chose to stand up again and live well in this world... Isn't it normal to be unable to suppress the love in one's heart?
so--
Stop asking why.
The girl, responding to the surprised gaze, simply closed her ten fingers gently, as if letting her heart flow through her fingertips, touching each of the boy's fingers.
"You've changed me."
“I became a completely different person from head to toe, and embarked on a different path.”
"I can never become the Mistelin you predicted."
Her dreamlike pupils blinked gently, and both the silvery-white base and the purple within them were now etched with the image of a single person. Her delicate eyelashes fluttered like the wings of a bird, and even her alluring lips were already uttering responsibilities with excessive frankness.
she says.
"Please bear the responsibility to the very end. If it weren't for you, I would never have realized my own existence. I would probably have continued to live in this way, accumulating more knowledge, more memories, more ideals, until one day I became a hybrid, a guy who sees transcription as a means of living."
"But I am human now. It is impossible for me to accept that kind of thing anymore. There is no way I can become a completely different person with the same name, a different personality, and a different soul, just by retaining the memories."
"It's all because of you, all because of you, that I've become strange. It's all your fault."
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"Do you remember what the previous generation said using my body? Actually, that example isn't just applicable to the previous generation; I have the same feelings."
It was as if she was offering herself up; the girl's approach had reached the point where their foreheads were touching. Even her overly full breasts, which were almost an obstacle, were pressed against the boy's chest with great force, her soft, melon-like breasts being flattened into a pancake.
As delicate and white as sweet honey, its silky touch is more comfortable than the most perfect silk, or even the most delicate flower petals one can touch. If it could be used as a pillow, if one could bury one's face in it, one would not even feel like dying on the spot. It is a place that is so unreservedly given away.
A gift for Jiangcheng. (The remaining text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the gift.)
Give it to him.
All of this was done so that I could better see those cherry-colored eyes, the first time I had ever seen cherry blossoms in spring, and also so that Jiang Cheng could see my eyes—not just the color of my eyes, but also the deeper soul beneath them.
That is the joy of Mistelin.
Joy as a human being.
Since the birth of transcription, for the first time, I truly felt like I was living in this world, and for the first time, I was born into this world in my own way, rather than as anyone else's offspring.
It is not an extension/sequel to anyone's life, nor is it someone's past/prequel, or someone's future/story.
It was this irresistible joy that made her want to press herself against the boy's burning body more and more.
"If you hadn't brought these things up, I probably wouldn't have even noticed this."