I am only one world away from Yukinoshita.

Chapter 161 Extra - We're 18

Kiyoyori, after hearing the ghost story, would see the terrifying images every time she closed her eyes, tossing and turning in bed unable to sleep. Although she was always sleepy, she didn't know why it all disappeared at this moment. In the quiet night, she could hear Yukino's regular breathing beside her. (Edited)

"Ching Lai..."

This is how it should have been...

"Chiang Lai?"

In the brightly lit room, Yukino gently nudged Kiyori, who was sleeping like a log, almost snoring.

Yukino silently pinched her lover's cheek, only to be met with an impatient grumble. Unconsciously, she tried to brush the hand away from her face.

Kiyoshi wasn't a good sleeper; normally, even the slightest movement could wake her. But at this moment, she seemed to be fast asleep, thanks to that powerful sleeping pill.

"Is it really okay for us to treat Qinglai like this?"

Surrounding Kiyoyori were four people who hadn't gone to sleep yet. Nozomi looked at Kiyoyori, who was sleeping soundly, with a heavy heart.

"I wonder if Qinglai will come after us,..."

In Kumiko's mind, Kiyori's image has never been good. Even though they are now close friends, Kiyori's deeply ingrained image as a devil still remains in her heart.

“There’s nothing we can do about it,” Reina said, taking a blanket out of the closet and covering Kiyoyori with it. “If Kiyoyori watches horror movies, she’ll definitely try to escape, and then we won’t be able to carry out the ‘Terror Immunity Operation’.”

Kumiko squatted there silently, watching Reina, who was so serious and had even given the plan a name. "So, will this operation really be effective...?"

Won't it have the opposite effect?

Kumiko hesitated for a moment, but held back from saying it.

“Kiyoshi,” Mizore suddenly spoke, “is so pitiful.”

"Wasn't Mizore-senpai the one who was talking the most enthusiastically just now...?"

Kumiko covered her face with her hands. She couldn't believe how Kiyori would retaliate against them tomorrow, assuming Kiyori would even see the sun rise...

"Alright, alright everyone, the next room is all set up, now it's up to me."

The heavily made-up geisha grinned wickedly.

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"Well……"

Moving her stiff body caused Kiyoshi to let out a painful groan. Her heavy upper eyelids seemed to be stuck to her lower eyelids. Gradually waking up, she did not open her eyes immediately, but habitually reached out to touch the blankets beside her, trying to find a familiar body. However, she only touched emptiness and coldness.

"Yukino...?"

She whispered her lover's name, but received no response.

The sounds around him gradually became clearer, and apart from the sound of the hot spring water flowing in the courtyard, Kiyotaka could not detect any other noises.

Sensing something was amiss, she struggled to open her eyes, and in the darkness, she vaguely saw those eerie murals.

Are these the murals depicted during the day?

Just as Kiyotaka was about to get out of bed to turn on the room light, he suddenly heard a dull thud as something landed hard not far away.

"Boom."

"Boom."

It seems to be rhythmically approaching Kiyoyori's direction.

The sound became more and more obvious as it got closer, and even the vibrations of the tatami mats were clearly transmitted.

The autumn chill suddenly swept over Kiyoshi, who was half-undressed, raising goosebumps all over his skin. Instantly, Kiyoshi thought of the ghost story Mizore had told not long ago, and silently shrank back into the covers.

Yukino... come back soon...

Hearing the muffled thuds getting closer, Kiyoshi instinctively pulled the top of the blanket over his head.

I can't hear you, I can't hear you, I can't hear you.

Suddenly the noise stopped.

As if bewitched, Kiyotaka pulled down the covers.

A woman's face covered in blood appeared before Kiyoshi, her head and neck twisted at a horrifying angle, and her long, seaweed-like hair.

"Waaaaah—!"

Startled and with her speech disrupted, Qinglai reflexively jumped out of bed, her feet slipping as she stumbled toward the wall of the room, her eyes unable to leave the "human body" twisting in the darkness.

"Ching Lai..."

The very familiar voice sent chills down Qinglai's spine and almost made him faint.

Snow, Yukino? !

Farewell—

Suddenly, his ankle was grabbed by the other person's cold hand. Kiyoyori jerked it away and stumbled backward, but accidentally bumped into a soft body. Thinking it was Yukino returning to her room, Kiyoyori turned his head sharply.

"Yukino! Have you—"

The words caught in his throat halfway through, because—

Kiyoyori saw a face behind him that was exactly the same as the one from before.

And now, she is in his arms.

"babble--!"

He let out a scream that was hard to understand, and Kiyoshi's body went limp.

"Chiang Lai?!"

The person holding Kiyoyori immediately frantically supported her body and laid her down on the tatami mat, helplessly stroking the face of the unconscious woman.

"Sister, turn on the light quickly!"

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps echoed in the room, indicating that there were many people inside.

"You bunch of guys..."

The person who had "fainted" suddenly spoke in a low voice.

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I'm so sorry!

Kiyoshi looked at the six people kneeling in a row before her in the dogeza posture. Among them were some of her most trusted people, as well as the woman who was clearly the culprit and caused her a great deal of trouble.

"you……"

Pinch the bridge of your nose with your fingers, take a deep breath, and then exhale sharply.

"Yinnai, why are you here?"

The sound of the other person gritting their teeth made Yang Nai reveal a bright smile.

“Of course we’re here for a vacation,” she said, lifting her head. Her horrifying makeup was still on, making it hard for Kiyora to look at her directly. “Yukino and Kiyora just left me behind for a sweet ‘honeymoon.’ As their older sister, how can I not come and keep an eye on them to make sure they haven’t done anything out of line?

"Alright, please shut up."

That sweet voice made Qinglai's already fragile nerves throb even more painfully.

"So, what exactly happened?"

If Qinglai hadn't noticed something amiss halfway through and turned the tables on them, he probably would have been scared to death by these women.

“Because of the school festival this year, our class is planning to set up a haunted house,” Reina answered this time, straightening up and brushing her stray hairs behind her. “Since we couldn’t get in touch with Kiyoyori, the class president asked me to find him and ask you to help us dress up as a ghost, but—”

“Wait a minute,” Kiyoyori said, sitting on the coffee table and looking down at the people who were still sitting upright. “I haven’t heard about this.”

"Because it was decided while Kiyoyori was away."

Chiyorai:......

"Because I know Kiyoyori can't stand this, and considering you might not want to talk about it, so..."

"So you all conspired to scam me?"

"Actually, I just wanted to expose Kiyoyori to more ghost stories in a more open way, so that maybe he wouldn't be afraid anymore."

“But just telling ghost stories is so boring, oh no, it might not be effective,” Yang Nai changed her tune with a smile, “Exposure therapy, that’s what I’m talking about, Kiyora.”

"I'll just refuse the class monitor and let him find someone else."

Kiyoshi tried his best to ignore Yono.

"But the squad leader said that no one is more suitable for the role than Qinglai."

What role?

"Succubus."

After a long silence.

"roll!!"

Qinglai still erupted.

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(Edited)

P.S.: Did you enjoy the candy? Now let's continue with our stomach medicine.

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Extra - Chinese Valentine's Day 1

The large living room was very quiet, with only the regular ticking of the clock and the scratching of pens on paper. Red and black exam papers were scattered on the table, piled up haphazardly, with a bottomless mug on top, brown coffee stains spreading at the bottom.

The air conditioner was working diligently, providing cool air to the still brightly lit living room, but it seemed to do nothing to calm the two people inside.