Tokyo, My Childhood Friend is a Ghost Story

Chapter 107 is over, you can't be a mother anymore.
Are you out of your mind?!

Late at night, wearing a white nightgown sewn by Uta Kasyapa herself, Fue stormed into Uta Kasyapa's bedroom!

Fujang, who had almost fallen asleep but was woken up, looked at her with an unfriendly expression.

"You'd better give me an explanation after you insult me, or I'll break your legs."

Faced with Fujang's threat, Xiao Fujang crossed her arms and sneered.

"I was sleeping soundly on Jiayezi's chest. Why did you call Kasyapa down? Don't you know how obsessed Jiayezi is with Kasyapa?!"

"So you were woken up?"

"Otherwise what? If Kasyapa hadn't noticed in time, I would have been crushed to death when she hugged Kasyapa!"

"Chichi."

Fujang couldn't help but laugh at Xiaofujang's description.

"I'm really sorry, I really didn't think of that."

Xiao Fujang looked at her with a grim expression, gritting her teeth as she thought, "I really want to grow up and have a good fight with this crazy woman!"
But she knew she couldn't, because she and Kasyapa had made a promise that she wasn't Fujiang, she was Little Fujiang.

"Why did you suddenly think of giving up Kasyapa?"

Fu Jiang pondered this question for a while, then covered her forehead in exasperation.

"Give them some early training."

Seeing her expression, Xiao Fujiang instantly understood her concerns.

"The situation is far from ideal?"

"Very unsatisfactory."

With the completion of the evolution and the connection with Uta Kasyapa, Fukie discovered a very serious matter.

That is, Uta Kasyapa's genetic material had only been in her body for a short time when it completely lost its activity, or rather, she felt that her own egg cells had killed Uta Kasyapa's sperm.
She was already worried about problems with her child with Uta Kasyapa. Now, the original problem remains unresolved, but a new situation has arisen, causing her even more headaches.

Then Fujiang told Xiao Fujiang about her current physical condition, and the little guy also looked worried.

"That's it, you won't be able to be a mother."

".roll!"

Fujang rolled her eyes, turned around, and lay down on the bed in annoyance.

Fortunately, there is still time, and there will always be a chance to resolve it.

probably
Downstairs, after Xiao Fujang stormed out of the room, Jia Yezi's breathing gradually became heavy and viscous.

“Kasyapa…”

The girl instinctively shifted her body, trying to get as close as possible to the boy she loved.

In the darkness, looking at Jia Yezi's fixed, watery eyes staring at him, Uta Kasaya felt a little thirsty.

Perhaps because Xiao Fujiang wasn't there, Jia Yezi could no longer suppress her feelings. Before Uta Kasaya could make up her mind, the girl closed her eyes and leaned closer.

The difference is significant. The feel of Fujang is more like a smooth, flawless doll, while Jia Yezi is more like a bouncy pillow.

When sliding, it has some minor flaws compared to Fujang, but when pressing, the strong sense of envelopment and feedback is something Fujang does not have.

Like a touch-sensitive doll, it provides different feedback every time you move to a different location.

Kakasyapa

"Why...why aren't you coming in..."

Amidst her sorrowful voice, the man with the stalactite on his shoulders remained silent for a moment before telling Jia Yezi a partially abridged version of his reasoning.

"Oh, I see. Then you can continue."

The punching bag isn't afraid of reasons; the punching bag is only afraid that Utakata dislikes him.

After learning that Uta Kasyapa's inability to harm her wasn't due to any dislike, the girl relaxed and happily responded to him warmly.

During the training session with Kazuya, Utakayo appeared more cautious because Fukue could recover quickly after being injured by him.

But Jia Yezi is different; once injured, it becomes very troublesome. However, compared to Fu Jiang, because there's no need to worry about losing control of her emotions, Jia Yezi can unlock more training postures.

Even if she's extremely shy, the big jerk won't turn off the lights unless he does, and the one who gets bullied will never ask to turn off the lights herself.

The light made the visual impact of the bulge even stronger.

As things stand at the moment.
The difference between a pushover and a spoiled princess is that one is afraid of swallowing the insults, while the other is afraid of not putting them in.
However, there is also a problem: being overly sensitive can easily lead to flooding, which is also a troublesome issue.

In the end, the two of them trained together in the bathroom for several more times, sticking together in a sticky, sticky manner, before it finally ended.

Don't misunderstand, it's Jia Yezi several times.

He groggily opened his eyes and saw that the girl in his arms was already awake, smiling shyly at him.

Uta Kassapa pinched Kayanoko's cheek, which earned her a greedy kiss.

After getting up and washing up, Fukie still hadn't gotten up by the time Uta Kasyapa had prepared lunch.

Puzzled, I went to the bedroom. Fu Jiang and Xiao Fu Jiang were still fast asleep, and their sleeping postures were quite unseemly.

The older one sticks its butt out from under the covers, while the younger one's skirt is lifted up to its chest.

"Get up and eat."

Fujang was groggily woken up by Utakayo. She yawned, hugged his neck, and kissed him.

"what time is it?"

"It's past eleven o'clock."

I yawned. Last night, Fujang couldn't sleep and chatted with the little mouse until late at night, finally falling asleep around four in the morning.

"Carry me to the bathroom."

Carry the lazy Fujang and little Fujang together into the bathroom. The big one stands on the floor, and the little one stands on the sink. There is a strange sense of harmonious beauty.

"what?"

"It's like watching my wife and daughter washing up together."

Fujang and Xiao Fujang were stunned by what they heard. Uta Kasyapa thought he had said something wrong and, fearing he would be beaten, he quickly ran away.

What he didn't know was that Fu Jiang wasn't angry; on the contrary, she was somewhat sad.

"Don't think about it anymore, let nature take its course. Our situation is special. God opens a door but closes a window. Kasyapa won't abandon you because of the child."

"It doesn't matter if there are any shortcomings, it's not a big deal."

After lunch, Xiao Fujang, as usual, grabbed his gear and drove his little black car out for a spin.

Xiao Hei leaped off the wall, and while suspended in mid-air, Xiao Fujiang recalled the conversation between the two of them.

"If I really can't get pregnant, could I pretend to be someone else in the future?"

Recalling the suggestion that Fu Jiang had made on a whim last night, Xiao Fu Jiang immediately interrupted her idea.

Putting aside how much this matter tested one's willpower, given Kasyapa's meticulousness, it would have been fine if he had noticed something amiss much earlier.

If the discovery of their relationship only comes later, after they have developed feelings for each other, it would be tantamount to a nuclear strike for Kasyapa.

Moreover, although Fukie's own subjective consciousness can have some influence on the evolution of abilities, it is still very limited.

Take this recent evolution as an example. Essentially, Fukie herself can leave a safety button inside the split body in the future, so that she can control the disintegration of the split body according to her own will.

In a sense, it can be considered as achieving the ultimate unification of will, but upon closer examination, it is still far from being a true unification of will.

At least his old version of the split body was not affected by Fujang's new evolutionary ability, and the relationship between Fujang and himself remained largely the same.

They share the same roots, but their wills are independent and uncontrollable.

No one can predict the direction of the next evolution, so what Fu Jiang said about disguise is fundamentally flawed.

Thinking of this, Xiao Fujiang sighed with a headache.

Having a baby is so difficult.
(End of this chapter)