NIKKE, When the Milky Way Blossoms

"Stop staring at others, and look at you! Come here!!!"

D: "Huh?"

……

“Marichana, you can leave now. Write me an 800-word self-criticism tonight.”

After setting the rules and assigning tasks, Phoenix, whose mental state was becoming increasingly worrying, felt as if he were surfing on a summer beach, and his mood was so pleasant that it was something he had never experienced before.

He finally experienced the true hidden charm of the harem—family discipline.

The commander, now completely engrossed in his work, was no longer satisfied with the synthetic pointers that Mihara had prepared for them. According to his plan, Anik extended several strands of nano-metal to cover the pointers and supplied them with a low-voltage current through an energy device.

"If you don't explain things clearly and insist on making a scene, then according to family rules, you'll receive twenty lashes!"

Seeing Maruchana leave the room with a flushed face, the commander coldly raised his chin, gesturing for a certain cat-eared assassin to turn his back to him.

"Turn around!"

Unexpectedly, upon hearing the words "family rules," D immediately protested like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, bristling with fur: "What family rules? You... who's talking about family rules with you..."

Snapped!

Before the icy girl could finish speaking, the pointer, carrying a low-voltage current, struck her thigh with a light but firm touch. The current seeped into the receptors beneath the bionic skin, sending a tingling sensation into the girl's mind.

"You dare talk back?! Turn over and lie face down on the bed!"

"I do not want!"

Snapped--! ! !

"……Well."

"Lie down properly!!!"

Then came a series of crisp claps, gradually increasing in volume, echoing throughout the room. If you listened carefully, you could hear a girl's sobs, which went from defiance to stubbornness, and then to submission.

ten minutes later,

Wearing a hood, covering her face, and completely wrapped in a cloak, D walked out of the commander's basement, her furious gaze quickly turning to Mihara.

"He wants you to come in."

Whether it was a misperception or not, the women standing on either side of the door seemed to recognize something in the voice of this court lackey…

A faint tremor?

Chapter 129 How Do You Want Him to Die?

Some behaviors that are considered punishment by ordinary people may be seen as rewards by others.

Therefore, Phoenix had no intention of rewarding Mihara before calling her into the house.

Instead, he attempted to resolve the conflicts between his wives by appealing to their emotions and reasoning with them.

To Phoenix's surprise, Mihara walked in with a deeply dejected expression.

She stood there, her left hand across her chest and abdomen, touching her right forearm, her eyes lowered and gazing at the ground, exuding a melancholy reminiscent of the frail and delicate Daiyu.

"Why, what's going on?"

Before he could even utter a sentence, the man, noticing his wife's bad mood, instantly lost all his patriarchal air and rushed forward with tenderness, trying to take Mihara's hand.

The woman did not resist.

She never defied her commander; acting without orders was the most outrageous thing she allowed herself to do.

Going further up, in Mihara's eyes, that was not much different from betrayal.

"……sorry."

Knowing the commander's purpose in calling her into the room, the woman, who was understanding in every sense of the word, didn't need Phoenix to say anything; she took the initiative to admit her mistake.

However, there are usually two attitudes towards admitting mistakes.

The first type is someone who genuinely realizes their mistake and admits it; the second type is someone who verbally admits it but stubbornly refuses to acknowledge it in their heart.

At this moment, Mihara chose the second option, something he had never done before.

She didn't think she was wrong.

Even if the outcome proves that her man was right, she still does not approve of the commander's actions and does not believe that her behavior was wrong.

"That woman has attacked you twice already, why are you still so determined to protect her?"

He lowered his head and looked at the commander's right hand, which represented his battle achievements.

This was the first time in Mihara's life, as Niki, that she had questioned her superior, her commander, and the person she loved.

"Although...although I don't mind you ignoring my feelings, but...but at least when it comes to your own safety!!!"

The woman paused, her eyes gradually welling up with a pleading glint, and her tone became increasingly humble, almost burying itself in the dust.

"...At least consider my safety when it comes to your life... even just a little bit."

If you are injured because of my negligence, even if it's just a minor scratch!!!

Mihara, her voice rising, looked up into the commander's gentle gaze, then her eyes, like autumn water, lowered again, her tone softening as she murmured:

"I will be very sad, not the kind of sadness you usually feel..."

"I……"

"I don't like that kind of thing..."

call.

The sudden embrace interrupted Mihara's stammering explanation. A pair of familiar arms gently pulled her into a hug, and in her ear, she heard the commander's soft promise.

"Since you don't like it, I won't do it anymore, okay?"

"Eh?"

Upon hearing Phoenix's words, Mihara did not immediately feel relieved or happy; instead, he appeared flustered and at a loss.

She was terrified that the commander would secretly dislike her because of this.

"I... I didn't mean to interfere with you, I just hoped..."

"Of course we can intervene."

"Eh?"

Having received the answer, Niki, nestled in the man's arms, tilted her head back and looked at the commander with a flattered expression. Her slightly reddened eyes still held the grievances she had felt when she had confessed her feelings earlier.

"But, but I am just your Niki, Commander."

"What Niki or not Niki."

Stroking Mihara's back, Phoenix, who had grown from the woman's almost selfless love, smiled with relief and said:

"My former teacher once told me that a person's life is not entirely their own most of the time."

Back then, I was very young, fifteen or sixteen years old, and my parents were controlling me to the point of exhaustion. I just wanted to move out and live on my own, so I couldn't listen to these words that needed to be carefully considered.

At the time, I was young and not only did I not think it made sense, but I also thought that the teacher was an old fogey with very feudal ideas and did not understand what freedom was.

But...

Looking back now, the old man was right. Unless someone is a gambling addict or drug addict who has been abandoned by everyone, a person's life will always have some place in the hearts of others.

As Phoenix took Mihara's soft hand back, his tone surprisingly betrayed a hint of nervousness amidst Anick's loud protests.

"Just as you don't want me to take unnecessary risks... I also don't want you to always be so humble and cautious in front of me..."

The nanomaterials dissolved and flowed from the back of the man's hand, with a strand wrapping around the woman's ring finger and quietly solidifying.

"Perhaps such a promise can give you a sense of security. Uh... of course, if you don't want it, I can accept it now..."

"no--!!!"

Seeing the commander talking to himself and seriously touching the ring with his thumb, Mihara, who had been stunned by the overwhelming surprise, immediately came to her senses.

She immediately let out a shrill scream, reacting abruptly as she pulled her hand back, simultaneously covering her right hand with her left, striking a pose as if she would fight anyone who dared to take her treasure.

Then, upon seeing the faint, mischievous smile on Phoenix's lips, Mihara, her cheeks burning, realized with a start that she had been tricked by her own bad man.

How can a man joke about even the romantic part of proposing and putting on a ring?!

Do you really dislike a serious atmosphere that much?!

Amidst a mix of anger and delight, the woman, having come up with a plan, leaned forward as if venting her frustration and snuggled back into her commander's arms.

The next moment, the man holding his wife froze, and soon felt a wet and soft tongue swirling and teasing at his collarbone, then slowly twisting down like a snake.

“I was just joking, wait, wait a minute, Mihara! Wasn’t it last night…”

As they were talking, his newlywed wife leaned down without saying a word and explored his abs with the tip of her tongue, followed by his navel and lower abdomen...

"Wait, I... I actually promised Anise tonight... hiss..."

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