Tokyo, too many magical girls were defeated

“Blood Cherry…”

"Well, what I mean is - if you are gentle to me for the rest of your life, then you are Mr. Sasaki Jun'o~"

Fallen Blood Sakura's words had just fallen.

The blood-colored thread with full cutting power flashed by again.

Lin Chun's arms were chopped off at the same time.

There was no pain in the dream, but there was still a phantom limb effect, and he felt like his heart was about to stop.

"Goo!!!"

"I just want Mr. Jun's gentleness. Even if it's fake, it doesn't matter~"

“You, you are crazy!!!”

Faced with such a creepy Fallen Blood Cherry, Lin Chun instinctively stood up and wanted to escape.

But he found that at some point, even his two legs were chopped off.

Now I am just like that unfortunate Black Dragon Princess, being cut into a stick alive.

He was breathing heavily, his face full of horror.

“Why… do this…”

"Isn't it obvious? As long as you have hands and feet, you will definitely want to do bad things, right?"

Fallen Blood Sakura squatted down deliberately, stretched out his right hand, and stroked Lin Chun's pale face.

On the surface, she looks like a gentle and intellectual mother.

But deep in her eyes, there was an unmistakable yandere aura.

"Without your hands and feet, from now on, you can only be gentle to me and be Mr. Chunnan forever~"

As she spoke, her breathing began to become disordered and moist.

His obsession with Jun'o Sasaki was the only reason for his downfall.

No matter what I say now, I don’t want to lose each other again.

Holding that pale cheek, he confirmed it again and again, and his whole body of love spread out like a flood breaking through a dam.

Unable to control herself any longer, she pulled him into her arms.

The smell of sweat that had already fermented on his body rushed into his nasal cavity all at once, which was an epic experience.

"Jun Nan-san, I will satisfy any of your needs - let us stay together for the rest of our lives from now on~"

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Volume 211: . Oh my, I’m so scared!

——The icy rain of the autumn night was still falling, and the cold wind was whistling past the windows.

In comparison, the warm temperature inside the Kirao Izakaya coupled with the aroma of rice makes it the most comfortable little nest.

But even so...

The girl lying on the counter only took a short nap for ten minutes.

Suddenly, the head shook violently and the brain quickly regained consciousness.

She held her forehead and sat up again.

Sensing a hint of evil magic, cold murderous intent immediately revealed in his eyes that had just opened.

But what caught my eye was a half-eaten bowl of ramen, a few bites of tempura, and an empty wooden wine glass.

Maybe I'm too sensitive...

"Well."

Kimijima Aoi immediately relaxed.

At this moment, she had a sense of unreal trance.

I always feel like I had a very real dream, but when I wake up and try to recall it, I can’t remember anything.

Instead, it was the overuse of the brain that caused a feeling of bloating and pain.

Helplessly, she gave up forcing herself to recall and turned to look at the cute girl behind the counter.

"Sorry, I accidentally fell asleep... What time is it now?"

"Half past twelve."

"I...only slept for ten minutes?"

Hearing the other party's answer, Kimishima Aoi felt a little unbelievable and was even stunned for a second.

After all, I vaguely felt that I had a very clear dream, like that which only occurs in deep sleep.

But she didn't delve into it.

Put the cold food, along with the chopsticks you have used, on the tray.

"I'm full, how much is it?"

"Ah... you really don't have to pay. You are my brother's friend, so I should treat you well."

"how much is it?"

Kimishima Aoi asked the question a second time in a cold tone.

In desperation, Rinko Mizuki just made up a number.

"That's three thousand yen."

"……what?"

This price was obviously beyond Kimishima Aoi's budget, and she felt like she was being ripped off.

But I have to grit my teeth and carry out what I have said.

She gritted her teeth, opened her wallet, took out three of the five thousand-dollar bills, and put them on the cash box.

Then he stood up and was about to leave.

But after taking two steps, he stopped without warning and turned his head.

The sharp gaze like an arrow frightened Mizuki Rinko so much that her whole body trembled, and she thought she had been discovered.

"Why do you look a little pale?"

"Uh... tired."

"Then close early and go take a rest."

After giving the instructions calmly, Kimijima Aoi pulled open the wooden door of the Kira Izakaya.

Facing the cold rain and wind, he walked out alone.

“Hiss…hiss…hiss…”

After confirming that she was really far away, Mizuki Rinko couldn't bear it anymore. She held the counter with her hands and breathed heavily.

Under the apron, every inch of soft skin was covered with hot sweat, which flowed down in an unseemly manner.

It flowed onto the old floor of the izakaya, just like oil was accidentally poured on it, making a mess.

But even so, she was not the most embarrassed person in the Kira Izakaya.

"Oh my, I'm so scared!"

The little succubus hiding under the counter crawled out with lingering fear and looked around like a frightened quail.

After making sure it was safe, he poked Lin Chun, who was still lying there, with his soft toes.

"Come out, boss, Xueying is gone...Boss???"

Although her toes poked Lin Chun's body, there was no response for a long time. Lillian looked down in confusion.

As a result, he suffered a second shock.

"Boss?! Boss, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me!"

At this moment, the panic she displayed really made her look like a secretary.

He knelt on the ground and hurriedly dragged Lin Chun out.

"Cough-cough cough-"

Experiencing the real threat of a yandere in his dream, Lin Chun's heart almost stopped beating at this moment.

Although he was gasping for breath, he showed symptoms of sudden death.

"What the hell is going on?!"

Rinko Mizuki, who was standing nearby, saw her master in such a state and immediately became pregnant with the little succubus secretary.

After all, it was she who cast the Silver Dream magic.

- Swish!

Even if she hadn't transformed and was just an ordinary Sakura girl, it would be enough to deal with this petite succubus.

Using both hands, he lifted the petite body to a height of ten centimeters off the ground.

Each black leather strap deeply tightens the snow-white and tender skin, and looks very painful.

"Tell the truth now, Lillian!"

"But, maybe I was overstimulated..."

"what?"

"While the Silver Dream Magic is in effect, if you see a particularly horrific dream, it may cause sudden cardiac death."

"Fuck you, why didn't you tell me about this matter in advance?!"

Rinko Mizuki separated her right hand, clenched it into a fist, and wanted to hit the little succubus in the face.

But Lin Chun's labored breathing seemed so urgent that there was no room for hesitation for even a second.

So, she gave up the urge to hit someone and instead pressed Lillian in front of Lin Chun's mouth.

"——Don't just stand there like an idiot, give artificial respiration now!"

"Hey, I'll come?"

"Just do it if I tell you to!"

Rinko Mizuki forced her head down.

Although I really want to do artificial respiration...

But now, there is something more important, and that is cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

She also knelt on her knees.

He placed his right hand on top of his left hand, placed them on his master's chest, and immediately began to press with all his strength.

On the other side, the little succubus saw how hard she was trying and also started artificial respiration, drinking in big gulps of fresh oxygen.

Lin Chun's condition gradually improved.

“Oh, that’s great…”

Seeing such an obvious change, Mizuki Rinko was overjoyed, but soon bit her lower lip.

I am just an ordinary girl now and my strength is very limited.

Three minutes of CPR had already made his arms sore and a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The movements are no longer standard and the strength does not meet the requirements.