Aspiring to be a girl in a band

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After hearing Mutsu's reply, Arakawa Kirika finally smiled and turned her face back.

"That's it for tonight. For my sake, you need to recover from your injuries quickly, you know? If I come up with a new way to play, but your body can't keep up, that's a capital offense."

Upon hearing this, Mu paused for a moment, then blushed and nodded.

"I...I know."

To an outsider, Arakawa Kirika's statement would seem utterly absurd.

But it hit Mu's bullseye perfectly.

For Mu, there could be no more fitting words of love.

Seeing Mutsu's flushed face, Arakawa Kirika licked her lips contentedly.

Then she bent down once again, her body trembling with desire.

This time, she first played with Mu's chest for a while.

Then he kissed his way up to his collarbone, to the carotid artery in his neck, then to his cheeks, ears, and eyes.

Finally, Arakawa Kirika's kiss landed on Mutsu's forehead, bringing the evening's banquet to a close.

Goodnight, my love.

My leaf.

"Good night."

My flowers.

The two embraced and soon fell asleep. The only thing still awake in the room was the cold moonlight.

Volume 1: Chapter 50 Turning the Tables

As dawn broke, a sliver of light pierced through the thin mist outside the window and entered the room.

The moment the alarm clock rang, Mu opened her eyes.

Her first reaction was to quickly turn off the alarm clock so as not to wake the person sleeping next to her.

Mutsu carefully pulled her arm out of Arakawa Kirika's embrace, then glanced at the bedside table.

The incense that was lit last night has long since burned out.

Then, Mutsu's gaze returned to Arakawa Kirika.

Arakawa Kirika's sleeping face is always beautiful.

A sense of unease welled up in Mu's heart.

She reached out and touched Arakawa Kirika's cheek, feeling its delicate texture.

Mutsu knew that Arakawa Kirika was always a deep sleeper, so even if he went a little too far, he wouldn't wake her up.

Therefore, Mu stopped suppressing his desires.

She took the initiative, wrapping her arms around Arakawa Kirika's neck and placing her hands on Arakawa Kirika's shoulders. With a slight pull, she drew Arakawa Kirika into her arms.

Mu could clearly feel her heart racing and her body temperature rising sharply.

She was even a little worried that the mist flower might get burned by her own heat.

Mu felt like a burglar breaking into a house, forever greedy, yet forever cowardly.

What she is holding now is her treasure.

Mu's breathing also began to become heavier and heavier, a reflection of her inner hesitation.

But in the end... she still couldn't control herself.

Mutsu pressed his weight onto Arakawa Kirika's body.

Perhaps feeling the weight suddenly pressing down on her, Arakawa Kirika frowned in her sleep.

This terrified Mu.

Like a child who had done something wrong, she stiffened up and quickly braced herself on the bed with her hands, removing her weight from Arakawa Kirika's body.

A drop of sweat slid from Mutsu's forehead to the tip of her nose, then dripped down and fell into the hollow of Arakawa Kirika's collarbone.

Mu suddenly felt incredibly thirsty.

It was as if that drop of sweat had taken away all the moisture from her body.

So she lowered her head.

He then stuck out his tongue and carefully licked the spot where the drop of sweat had fallen.

Mu was glad she wasn't a feline—her tongue didn't have any barbs that could hurt someone.

This way, she won't be disturbed by the mist.

Mu's eyes were already ignited by the flames of lust.

As time went by, Mutsuya gradually became dissatisfied with only possessing a small part of Arakawa Kirika.

She began to try to expand her territory.

Arakawa Kirika's neck will be the next battlefield.

But Mu clearly doesn't have that much courage right now, so he doesn't dare to make any rash moves, because that would leave marks on his neck.

To prevent the matter from being exposed.

In the very end, Mutsu kissed Arakawa Kirika's lips.

But Mu clearly lacked the courage to pry open the door further.

Therefore, she only dabbled in it in the end.

Having accomplished what was considered a monumental achievement for Mutsu, Mutsu, with a sweet smile, lay down again beside Arakawa Kirika.

Mu used her hands to pull the blanket up and then covered half of her face.

Now she could finally feel smug and mentally hurl insults at the philandering cat.

"So what if you have Wuhua's exclusive favor?"

"The person closest to Wuhua is still me in the end."

……

Just as Mu was immersed in a whirlpool of happiness, she suddenly heard a noise downstairs.

Mu's heart immediately tightened, and a not-so-good guess popped into her mind.

Could it be... Xiangzi?

But she quickly shook her head.

How could Xiangzi possibly be here...?

That must be the group of people responsible for taking care of Wuhua... right?

栮I)X)溜伍san 捌七] 易染磷梦睦 thought to herself, but she was still a little uneasy. She had to confirm whether her guess was true.

So she rolled over and got out of bed.

She first carefully covered Wuhua with the quilt, then picked up her clothes scattered on the floor, hurriedly dressed, and then slowly opened the door.

After going downstairs, Mu indeed saw the figure dressed in a butler's uniform.

Arakawa Kirika's close attendant—Imagawa Yuki.

Mutsu knew that the other person was responsible for taking care of Arakawa Kirika's daily life, so he finally felt relieved.

Thankfully... it wasn't Xiangzi.

……

"As expected of Miss Wakaba. Now that Miss Wakaba is here, I can leave with peace of mind."

Ms. Imagawa turned around and smiled at Mutsu.

Mu Yi was a little puzzled as to how the other person knew it was him.

But she quickly realized what was happening.

Mu glanced in the direction of the entrance hall.

Is it because of the shoes?

With her doubts answered, Mu looked at the table again. The food laid out on it was perhaps a bit too lavish for breakfast.

After preparing breakfast, Ms. Imagawa was naturally going upstairs to wake up Arakawa Kirika.

But the first thing she noticed when she entered the house today was that pair of shoes that didn't belong to her little master.

So she knew she shouldn't go upstairs and disturb them.

The maid did not engage in much friendly conversation, but simply left with the words, "I entrust the young lady to you," before gracefully departing.

……

Mu watched the other person walk away, then gradually came to her senses, and at the same time, her eyes shone with a different kind of light.

Does this... mean that she can enjoy... taking care of Wuhua?

No one knows better than Mu what a misty flower looks like when it first wakes up.

She is now radiating happiness.

Mu smiled and twirled her hair around her fingers, making several circles. This small gesture perfectly expressed her joy at that moment.

Then Mu went back upstairs.

Pushing open the door, Mu found that her mist flower had already sat up in bed.

He looked confused, and his right hand was pressed against his neck.

Mutsu suddenly tensed up, and then cautiously approached Arakawa Kirika.

"W-what's wrong, Wuhua?"

Arakawa Kirika, who had just woken up, was always listless, so her words also seemed a bit uninspired.