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[Isn't Jiang Cheng already exhausted? Why don't you just force yourself on him? If you can't even force yourself, what are you talking about loving him for?]
Don't worry about anyone finding out; I've even taken care of that surveillance camera that some guy from who-knows-where.
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that,
That being said.
When exactly did I start to like Jiangcheng?
Yaezakura...
When exactly did this idea begin, that even mistresses and concubines had to get involved?
When exactly did she come to the realization that even if Mei-san would hate her forever, she would still speak her true feelings?
I can't figure it out, I just can't understand it.
I can't find it no matter how hard I look.
It's not because there's no reason, or that I can't find a reason to fall in love with Jiangcheng, but because there are too many reasons, too many to give a single example, too many to know which example to give, too many to look back on, every minute, every second, every day is full of countless reasons and justifications.
Every word Jiang Cheng spoke and every action he took was enough to make the heart of the person named Yae Sakura beat.
If we absolutely must find a core element...
So it should be—
He was the only one who would squat down.
It wasn't a condescending rescue, nor was it pointing fingers from the so-called moral high ground that Ling mentioned, nor was it pity for those in lower positions. Jiang Cheng was genuinely willing to kneel down, willing to look at the place where he lived, willing to come to the place where he once lived, to suffer the same torment, to experience the same wind and rain, and then to offer his hand.
Jiang Cheng made the best choice, demonstrating the best choice through his actions, but he never belittled himself because he did well or even better. He even acknowledged his unknown sadness, which he himself was probably unaware of, and the choice he made when he was forced into a corner.
Even if you slap your own hands, even if you deny yourself again and again, you only hope that you can become self-reliant and get out of the predicament, instead of staying in the quagmire. Compared to empty words and occasional actions, what you actually do can represent a person's true inner thoughts.
The analogy of cabbage soup is really good, but it's still not quite enough, because there are people who can understand someone's reluctance to part with cabbage soup, even when they can throw away salt at will.
Empathy and understanding may indeed have limits, but there are always people in this world who can transcend those limits... There really are people who can transcend those limits to understand others.
Even the most complex people.
Even the weakest person.
If you're lucky enough, you might meet someone willing to kneel down, truly stand beside you to understand you, and then reach out and say—
I know what to do because I was an outsider from the beginning. I have a broader perspective and can see more things. But you are different. You can't see as many things or know as many things. So you shouldn't blame yourself. You really did the best you could.
So stop crying and start smiling.
Rin will definitely be proud of you.
You really did survive, and surviving is a wonderful thing in itself. If I had gone through what you went through, if I had experienced what you went through, I probably wouldn't be as strong as you. So stop worrying. If you're still unhappy, just kill those bastard villagers a few more times.
Ahhh...
How gentle she is.
I remember that the light on the horizon was very bright back then, without any clouds or shadows to obscure it. Everything in sight was dyed golden. If you looked straight ahead, it would have stung your eyes so much that you felt like you were going to cry.
The moment you stretch out your hand, even your arm will be covered by a ring of interwoven light and shadow, truly as if you have just woken up from a summer nap.
The light was blurry, the trees were blurry, and everything I saw when I opened my eyes had an overexposed distortion.
Only the boy moving forward, wielding his sword and stepping towards the sunlight, remained as clear as ever.
No matter how many things I can't remember, even if one day I forget myself, even if the person named Yae Sakura fades away little by little over time, I will never forget that scene. When Jiang Cheng turned around in the sunlight that day, the radiance on his face really resembled that of a god.
Even if gods truly exist in this world, they probably couldn't be more sacred or gentle than that scene.
However, it doesn't matter whether there is a god or not.
Because...
I have met my god.
As a shrine maiden, isn't it the proper thing to serve the gods? Should we wait for the gods to ask us to do something before we do it?
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Yes.
That's the reason.
What reason could be more compelling than this?
And ultimately, whether you read ancient books or other stories, does love really need so many reasons and logic?
Isn't it natural to feel happy when you see the other person, to have your heart pound when you hear them speak, and to blush unconsciously when you stand together?
Because Jiang Cheng needed it, and because he couldn't be satisfied or at ease without a reason, the girl was willing to examine herself, to search for reasons and causes, and to look for any excuses from the past—but was it really necessary to do this?
If you already feel the urge to hug and love each other just by looking at each other, and you're certain that this love will last forever... then is it really necessary to waste time thinking about this?
Hmm…
It is indeed necessary now.
Jiangcheng needs it.
Since Jiang Cheng insists on having a reason, a justification, then let him have it. Give him a reason he can't refuse.
Yae Sakura thought this way and acted accordingly, genuinely engaging in self-reflection time and time again.
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—I really couldn't refuse.
How can you deny it after it's come to this point?
The months I spent with Yae Sakura... can't really be completely ignored.
It is a time that belongs only to two people, a time spent working together towards the same goal, and striving together.
The only reason I didn't agree was because of Mei—I absolutely couldn't do anything to betray Mei.
Because of the order of arrival, this rule absolutely cannot be broken arbitrarily. Moreover, she really loves herself, and she likes him very much, and likes Mei.
Creating a harem is something that sounds simple, but is actually extremely difficult. And the hardest part isn't even how to do it. It's about getting others to accept that you're the other woman, or getting your original girlfriend to accept that your boyfriend has fallen for someone else. The real challenge lies in how to deal with Mei's sadness.
How could anyone bear to hurt a girl who only has eyes for you? How cruel and heartless must one be to do something that will hurt her even knowing it will hurt her? Even a young man who doesn't consider himself a good person couldn't do such a scumbag act.
Jiang Cheng could never agree to it, no matter what, just thinking about how the girl would be sad because her love was being divided up, and how she would feel heartbroken behind a forced smile.
"me……"
"I still find it very difficult..."
The words that were uttered softly were what was about to continue.
However, he was stopped the moment he opened his mouth—by the fingertip that suddenly pressed against his lips, by the beautiful eyes that blinked suddenly so close to his eyes.
“I was just giving back for the help you gave me. After you understood me, I tried to understand you in the same way. You gave me the best choice, but you never forced me to choose that way. So I hope I can do the same for you, so that you can choose freely.”
“You bear the sin of killing those villagers, of killing those nightmares, so now please allow me to bear your sins.”
Her azure eyes flickered slightly, her eyelashes trembled gently, and the girl repeated herself once more.
"Please accept my love."
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The repeated confessions went beyond Mei's confession; they had escalated from a request to a demand.
If before it was just saying "I like you" to express my feelings, then now...
Ahhh...
Gazing at the girl who had been staring intently at him, meeting his gaze without reservation, even changing her position from a lap pillow to a more intimate one, Jiang Cheng suddenly remembered something. He recalled the point where Yae Sakura's voice had transitioned from soft and hesitant at the beginning to increasingly firm—what she had said.
What I'm saying isn't simply about wanting to win your heart or get close to you... It doesn't have to be that difficult.
If it's about getting you, either Mei or I can do it. It sounds a bit crude, but... you can't beat us.
Yes.
I can't beat Yae Sakura.
Just like when I couldn't beat Mei.
Even if I hadn't been seriously injured and hadn't suffered the side effects of the medicine, I still would never have been able to fight Yae Sakura.
The overwhelming numerical advantage provided by the Stigmata is nothing to the original owner of the Stigmata, let alone the fact that the girl is a truly talented person.
Compared to me, who still can't even get the basics right, Yae Sakura is able to create her own style based on her incomplete records, becoming a swordswoman who is absolutely no less skilled than, and perhaps even stronger than, Mei, who has inherited her family's swordsmanship and received guidance from countless teachers, and has been trained in professional courses to become a master swordswoman.
If Mei were to possess the Divine Key, even in her full form as the Herrscher of Thunder, she might not be able to easily defeat Yae Sakura, and there's a high probability that the battle would end in a stalemate.
She is no longer the heartbroken person she once was, who killed the villagers, was willing to be sealed away by Karen with Judah, and was willing to perish together with the corruption.
How strong would Yae Sakura be if she had a healthy mindset?
no one knows.
The best way to compare them is to compare Raiden Mei after her soul awakens, or Sakura Setsuna from the previous era, whose fusion gene was replaced with a stigmata.
In any case, they are definitely not someone he can handle; each of them is far stronger than him.
In terms of combat strength alone...
He is ten times stronger than Otto.
Facing the girl whose eyes flickered slightly and whose index finger touched her lips, Jiang Cheng felt that this was more terrifying and fierce than facing ten Ottos!
"Forced relationships are never sweet."
"You wouldn't do that, would you?"
At this moment, his posture was almost pleading with Erling Ou Sanba! Qi 1 Ling Meng.
The once powerful boy, wielding the Jizo Mitama and slaughtering his way through the land, who claimed to know everything, now acts unusually submissive.
Even so, the shrine maiden, whose image was now filtered through a lens even more ruthless than Otto's, remained unmoved.
If she had been firmly rejected after saying everything at the beginning, she might have chosen to back down. But now, while confessing, she has sorted out her feelings and clarified the thoughts in her heart that are pounding right now—an unwavering determination that is absolutely impossible and cannot be avoided.
It’s impossible.
Open up Jiangcheng and such.
Her fingertips gently traced down her collar, and her slender, delicate hands slowly untied the simple yet exquisite silk fabric at her chest, along with the close-fitting sash that held together her ample bosom.
“I know what you like in your heart, so... what I should do now is definitely not back down.”
"Don't worry, I will personally go to Mei to apologize after I'm done. This has nothing to do with you."
They made an absolute determination to go further.
Nevertheless—the voice still trembled slightly.
Perhaps still a little shy, the girl instinctively turned her head away, avoiding the boy's gaze.
That is why
But at this moment, no matter how much he struggled, he could no longer resist—Jiang Cheng even vaguely felt his body go numb as if it were being eroded by the Jizo Mitama.
Damn!
Are the side effects of the medication really that severe?
Powerless to resist, he could only continue to watch in horror as the oppressive force of this situation surpassed even that of ten Ottos.
Long stockings undoubtedly accentuated the girl's slender figure, but her plump and delicate lotus feet were more suited to simple and elegant wooden clogs—ten crystal-clear toes, like lotus seeds held together, delicately and flawlessly bare, stepped on the ground, like works of art that made people want to play with and knead them.