Mygo, the band legend of Tokyo handsome guy

There's really nothing to say about Naruzawa Kaede.

After all, Xiao Mu's mother was nowhere to be seen.

Until he was led by Xiao Mu into her house, holding her hand, the only person he saw in the house was the housekeeper from Ruoye Mu's residence.

Although the aunt's eyes showed some wariness and an intention to call the police, Mingze Feng thought that the other party's call was probably to the actual owners of the house, Ruoye Mutsu's parents.

After all... his daughter, who had just started high school in Tsuki no Mori, brought home a man who looked like a layabout, and they even held hands and went straight to the bedroom...

Perhaps a fierce storm is brewing soon. If it were Yamada Ryo's parents, they would already be on their way with knives.

Naruzawa Kaede has considerable experience in this area.

Sitting in the girl's room, Mingze Feng was worried about what might happen next, and couldn't help but feel a little nervous, his eyes darting around.

The girl's room was undeniably large; not to mention the entire villa, this single room was almost the size of his dilapidated apartment hidden deep in the city. Come to think of it... he hadn't been back there for almost a month.

Although Mingze Feng's place is small, it has everything one needs; it can raise two people well, and Xiangzi even gained a little weight there. This place is large and empty, which only fostered a neurotic daughter.

Then, his gaze was first drawn to the many dolls neatly arranged on the bedside table. Wakaba Mutsu returned carrying a pile of clothes, so many that they almost buried her head. With a toss of the clothes onto the bed, the dolls on the bedside table were completely covered.

Xiao Mu leaned wearily against the edge of the bed, her waist slightly twisted as she looked this way. She stuck out her tongue and was still panting.

"call..."

"Why is Feng still sitting there? He's suddenly become so reserved. He was just touching people's bodies..."

Mingze Feng clenched his palm. "Then, Xiao Mu, where did I touch?"

"Oh dear, my shoulders, my back, my lips..." Xiao Mu waved her hand, her face turning red as if she had just remembered something.

However, the quick-witted girl was not one to back down once she got the argument going. She said, "For girls, touching someone's body counts as 'touching,' right?"

"To be honest, I thought that once we got home, Feng would pounce on me and go straight to the final step."

"...Even if it were me, I wouldn't be so hasty. More important than that, Xiao Mu, it's still your business—"

Naruzawa Kaede sighed and gazed into Wakaba Mutsu's eyes.

"Even if it weren't for these things, I would have come with you for your sake."

Xiao Mu blushed under his gaze, waving her arms back and forth, and said quickly, "Oh dear, Maple-chan, you obediently got into the car here after I told you you could see me changing clothes, but now you're saying all these things without any credibility? Rather, it's more like you came here because of your reputation, Maple-chan, you seem to have all sorts of bad intentions towards me, don't you?"

After saying all that in a flash, she stuck out her tongue and took a few small breaths to keep herself breathing.

When Xiao Mu finished speaking at lightning speed, Ming Zefeng was momentarily speechless.

It seems Xiao Mu was just saying that he came here to do something lewd, which is a huge injustice.

Just as Mingze Feng was about to explain, a gentle breeze swept over him. Looking up, he saw that Ruoye Mu had appeared in front of him at some point.

Even though he had only been gone for a short while, for some reason, the girl exuded a more delicate fragrance and her demeanor became more elegant. Meeting those bright, golden eyes, Mingze Feng even became more cautious in his breathing, trying to avoid feeling awkward.

Then, Naruzawa Kaede was kissed.

Without any warning, Mu suddenly came over.

Those soft, sweet, pale pink cherry lips pressed against mine.

The room was silent, filled with memories of the past.

Now, Ruoye Mu lowered her head slightly.

She said, "Yes, it's fine with Feng."

"...Don't put on that happy yet sad expression, like you're entrusting your body to someone in a life-or-death situation."

"Mingze Feng said."

He was naturally moved by Ruoye Mutsu's actions and words, but it was impossible for him to do such a thing at this moment. Because he would have to face an even bigger boss later.

But if this is merely a response...

When she was pinned to the bed, on top of the pile of clothes she hadn't had time to change into.

Naruzawa Kaede smiled when he saw Wakaba Mutsu in front of him.

It wasn't that mischievous smile that seemed to confirm it, but rather a faint, serene smile that Naruzawa Kaede couldn't understand or discern.

When Mingze Feng started working on it, he wondered what the little devil who had been teasing him from the beginning would say at this moment.

Mu might say, 'Oh dear, I knew it! Feng wants... um, how do I cooperate?'

Mu might not say anything, but instead eagerly reciprocate. Before kissing, Mu would first embrace him. Perhaps their hands would clasp behind his back, their ankles would hook together, and her nimble little tongue would flick and dart around playfully.

But none of this happened.

At this moment, Wakaba Mutsu must be smiling.

A barely perceptible smile curved her lips; if we weren't so close, and if we couldn't feel her breath quicken for that instant, it would be impossible to tell.

Mingze Feng couldn't even tell if she was smiling.

But after seeing Mu's smile, Mingze Feng was even more confused.

That gentle, understated smile—was it the quiet, autistic patient opening a crack in their heart, or the sharp-tongued little devil revealing their true feelings?

So, at this moment, who exactly did they kiss?

The fervent actions paused briefly, but then came the difficult-to-deeply-considered proposition, causing even one's rationality to crumble somewhat.

Can't tell.

I really can't tell the difference.

"..."

"...Why...are you still waiting?"

The girl tilted her head and asked this question.

Mingze Feng looked at her and asked, "Mu or Xiao Mu?"

The girl closed her eyes slightly, as if she were also pondering this question.

Mingze Feng waited for her quietly, taking the opportunity to examine her exquisite face, which resembled that of a goddess, even more closely.

The heat pattered on her face, and her delicate nose seemed to twitch slightly. Mingze Feng also noticed the slight furrowing of the girl's brows.

Mingze Feng suddenly felt that Xiangzi's natural beauty might not be as striking as this lovely, petite, and well-behaved girl.

Of course, I'm only talking about the face.

Mingze Feng still prefers Xiang... At times like this, it's best not to think about other people.

Naruzawa Kaede knew that Wakaba Mutsu could sense it.

Perhaps she's thinking about it too.

Perhaps she's having a conversation with herself.

"..."

Ruoye Musashi slowly raised her arm, and her palm landed behind Narusawa Kaede.

A slight weight was transferred to her arm; it wasn't heavy, but Mingze Feng could definitely feel it. Ruo Ye Mu had unknowingly made her name in his heart as well.

The girl sighed, "...I don't know."

She gently closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Then she said, "I always feel... if I could be held like this, it wouldn't matter who it is, and then I wouldn't be able to hear anything anymore."

"It's that kind of strange sound, sometimes it's what I want to do, sometimes it's what I can't do. I can't hear it anymore."

“But if Kaede likes it…” Wakaba Mutsumi slowly tightened her grip, her back lifting off the bed. She propped herself up and rested her head against Naruzawa Kaede’s cheek.

It clung to Mingze Feng like an octopus.

"Like this... I think I can do it too."

He heard her voice again in his ear.

"...Phew, I couldn't hold back after all? Kaede's acting like this is really embarrassing. But there's no need to hold back, Kaede..."

"They're all here. Regardless of who Feng is referring to."

"As long as Feng is happy, I will be happy, and Mu will be happy. Whether it's Mu, Mu Zimi, or Ruoye Mu, I am the little Mu who Feng is holding right now, and no one else."

"After meeting Kaede, Mutsu was turned into this Mutsu by Kaede."

"It's because...you always have to reach out to Mu."

As long as it's a maple leaf, it's really okay, anything is fine.

That's exactly what Muku thought.

Whether it's harmony, peace, or harmony, everyone's thoughts are actually the same. They're just different faces when facing different situations.

When facing Narusawa Kaede, Wakaba Mutsumi remains Wakaba Mutsumi. However, she wants to gain Kaede's favor by occupying a high position and doing many, many things.

"In that case... Feng can understand, right?"

"..."

No further explanation is needed.

In the quiet room, there is now a touch of warmth from an embrace. Perhaps their body heat is also being transferred between them.

Mu was very cold.

Therefore, Mingze Feng wanted to warm her up.

That was true in the past, and it is true now.

As for the future... let's leave that to the future.

Xiao Mu wiped the drool off her face and stood up.

Until that costume change plan was revived.

Mingze Feng sat back down on the chair Mu had placed beside the bed.

Sometimes it was a uniform, sometimes a dress. There was also underwear, but Xiao Mu blushed and hugged her chest, muttering words like 'H' under her breath.

However, she still put it on.

Swimsuits and the like.

After changing her clothes a few times, Xiao Mu felt that this was actually quite boring, because Ming Zefeng didn't touch her at all, but instead seriously answered her questions about whether the clothes looked good.

Moreover, the answer was consistently "it looks good".

Of course I know it looks good!

Why would I wear clothes that don't look good in front of you!

[Come on, move! If the tank top looks good, touch the shoulders; if the skirt looks good, touch the tassels; if the black stockings look good, come here and touch your thighs!]

Mingze Feng rolled his eyes inwardly. If it were one of the other women he had already been with, this approach would be fine.

But there are clearly still big problems about Xiao Mu that he doesn't understand.

Once they're really in the same boat, given Xiaomu's current state, she'll undoubtedly take his hand and guide it upwards. Then her other hand will probably reach over and undo his belt.

Mingze Feng knew this very well.

In this room, the most eccentric one is clearly Xiao Mu herself.

Naruzawa Kaede often loses control of himself, but more often than not, it's due to uncontrollable emotions. Misumi Hatsuka was just an accident; Ruoye Mutsu didn't have the same external conditions as Misumi Hatsuka.

So until Mu took off her black stockings, Mingze Feng just sat on the stool, clapped his hands, and took some photos.

When Ruoye Mu saw the white stockings by the bed, her eyes lit up as if she had recalled something. Holding up one white stocking and one black stocking, she smiled and asked Mingze Feng to choose one.

Mingze Feng chose black stockings.

Then...

The black stockings, still warm from her thighs, were flung onto Mingze Feng's face.

Go find your coolness!

That's probably how my time in the room was—a bittersweet experience.

As for Xiao Mu, she puffed out her cheeks angrily, looking like she was saying, "Come on, coax me!"

To be honest, Naruzawa Kaede had no idea how the black and white stockings had gotten involved with Yamada Ryo. While inwardly groaning, he grabbed the black stockings from his face, stood up, and walked towards Komugi.

Then, he grabbed her foot.