MyGO!!! I am the succubus Xiaoxiang?

However, indeed, it's best not to trouble Xiangzi.

"I can walk by myself!" She obediently found a sofa and lay down, carrying her own little blanket. She would never trouble Xiangzi.

In this way, Xiangzi would feel that he had no worries at all.

It must be very easy to be alone with yourself.

"Okay, okay." Xiangzi saw that she was so startled when she heard that he was going to hug her that she jumped up. Although she seemed to be jumping up because she was happy, she turned around, grabbed the blanket, and ran over to the other side to obediently cover herself with the blanket, as if to say, "Look how well-behaved I am, you don't need to do this."

. . . . . .

Is it scary to hug someone yourself?

With a puzzled look in his eyes, Xiangzi looked at the girl who was clutching her stomach.

Chu Hua was praising herself for being so well-behaved and cute that she didn't need Xiangzi's help.

Just hear it.

"Hailin, are you alright?"

"It's alright. Hmm, it seems the cold dishes you bought last time can't be kept overnight, Xiangzi."

"...I had no idea you'd use the leftovers for your lunchbox the next day!"

"Feel sorry."

"well enough."

"Ah."

There's a second person on the team who's incredibly weak today.

Hailing, who lives alone, rarely cooks, so she usually buys bento boxes or brings leftovers to make her own.

So, the leftovers from the celebration party we went out with last time were packed up and brought back. I don't know if it was the cold dishes or the fish, anyway.

My stomach is rumbling here. I took some medicine, but I feel quite weak. I was originally going to take the day off and not go on stage.

Hailing was unhappy again.

Seeing Xiangzi's hesitation, he asked directly, "Are you trying to stop me from making money?"

So they put it back on.

Correspondingly, while you're jumping around energetically on the field, your stomach might be thinking, "You're having fun jumping around, aren't you sweating and your stomach getting cold? If your stomach is cold, are you okay?"

Now my stomach is gurgling and protesting.

Like cherry blossoms past their blooming season, the sea lilies have withered.

As soon as I entered, I leaned against the wall and pulled Xiao Mu aside to ask a question.

Xiangzi probably didn't hear the gurgling sound just now, and the microphone didn't pick it up.

Xiao Mu nodded; it wasn't recorded.

Hailing breathed a sigh of relief.

Xiangzi heard it. Xiao Mu added.

Hailing was still staring at Wakaba Mutsu, thinking, "Mutsu, can you please stop breathing so heavily when you talk? It's bad for your health! I don't really like the way you talk!"

Then, turning his head, Xiangzi listened to the rumbling sound of his stomach.

"No, it's nothing."

Looking at Xiangzi, who was pulling on her clothes to keep herself from getting cold, Hailing said softly.

"The patient should behave himself!"

"Eh?"

Before Hailing could react, she found an arm wrapped around her waist, then bent down to hug her leg and lift her up.

"Hailin, I want to hug you."

"Don't hug me yet, we'll talk about it later!"

"If I let go now, you'll fall down with a thud!"

"Can't you just be nice?"

Hailing, who was about to say something, suddenly fell silent as Xiangzi exerted force, and she just shrank back.

When you feel unwell, when you feel physically vulnerable, you are vulnerable too. Otherwise, you wouldn't ask Xiao Mu for a sign that you're okay. Can't you hear your own body?

As Xiangzi exerted his strength, he instinctively curled up into a ball, his eyes fixed on Xiangzi, who had grabbed him, tied him to his chest, and was preventing him from going anywhere, supporting him.

how to say.

When suspended in mid-air, the feeling of fragility of the body and the panic brought by the dangling air beneath one's feet, the sense of helplessness, are immediately dispelled by the two small, soft breasts.

So small, so tender, yet so soft and fluffy like cotton, yet remarkably strong. There's a sense of security, like stepping on cotton yet standing firmly on solid ground. Leaning against the soft, squishy little Xiangzi, feeling her soft, bouncy belly. Looking up, you see not only the ceiling, but also Xiangzi's upper body. In your vision, besides emptiness, there's only the girl's gentle, slightly joyful gaze.

Despite her soft body, small arms, and delicate shoulders, making her a petite and adorable young girl, it felt incredibly reassuring to hold her, as if everything was kept out of reach.

Subconsciously, I reached out and touched the soft, elastic spot.

"I'm going to scream for help." Xiangzi hugged the other person and placed them next to the sofa.

Hai Ling didn't say anything, but her cheeks gradually flushed, and then she turned to look at Chu Hua beside her.

"Chuhua."

"Ok?"

"Princess carry, that's amazing."

"Ok?"

"Princess carry, really, really, it was amazing. In that instant, I felt, I felt, just like that, I was the princess of the whole world."

"Yeah! So what! What does it have to do with me!"

"I'm so hot, my whole face is burning hot, no, me."

"I know!" Chu Hua gritted her teeth. "I can tell."

"Girls should be carried in a princess carry!"

"hiss!"

"I was born just to be carried in Xiangzi's arms like a princess."

"Shut up!" Who asked you that?!

Chu Hua gritted her teeth and looked at Hai Ling beside her.

Then let me ask you, then let me ask you, who asked you!

How dare you!! Can't you care about Xiangzi even a little bit? Making her work so hard, how can you be so shameless?

Sure enough, he was the one who cared about Xiangzi the most.

"Hey! Xiao Mu!"

When Xiangzi's voice came, Chu Hua immediately turned her head to look.

Xiao Mu carried Xiangzi in her arms, and then sat down on the sofa while holding her.

Then I felt my own gaze.

"Hmm?" Wakaba Mutsu tilted her head.

Chu Hua gritted her teeth.

. . . . . . .

"Creak." Tao Xiang, who was outside discussing operations with the store manager, pushed the door open and came in. Looking at Hai Ling, who was touching her hand and feeling that girls are born to be princess-carried, she looked at her childhood sweetheart, married for several years, looking at her newborn child and touching her face, saying, "So much time has passed." She showed a happy smile.

After a while, she seemed to recall the adorable way her childhood sweetheart had asked her how to have children, and looked at Xiangzi with an unusually heavy yet joyful gaze.

Xiangzi nodded vigorously, agreeing that girls are born to be carried in princess carries, and talking about the sense of security he felt when Xiao Mu hugged him earlier.

He asked Xiao Mu if she wanted a hug.

Ruoye Muyi always had a blank expression.

However, every now and then, I always feel like the other person is smiling and looking at the people next to them.

The one on the side.

Huh? Why does Chu Hua look like the world is in ruins? What happened?

In particular, Xiangzi and Hailing turned to look at her and asked her if she was being carried in a princess carry. They said that girls are cute because they feel soft when being carried.

Back then, the lips I saw when I looked down (or up) were all soft and plump.

Then Xiangzi said that if he ever finds someone he likes, he will definitely try to kiss her while carrying her in a princess carry, it's so awesome!

Why do the three people next door look so heavy-hearted?

. . . . . .

Did I come to the wrong place?

But thinking about it...

Also.

Having your own lead singer is also a hassle.

Rencai didn't speak a word to anyone for a week, talking to herself every day about everything that happened to her, and occasionally asking herself if she was disturbing her.

Think about it this way.

It's also a bit heavy.

Wow! Could this be a girl band?

However, that's not the problem.

"Alright everyone, this week's event, ah, just thinking about it makes me think it's outrageous."

Momoka sighed.

"No! This is the first time I've seen a band with a performance schedule that's only once a week, especially since our band is only available on Saturdays and Sundays."

"But they really get so many invitations to events on weekends! That's outrageous!"

Tao Xiang scratched her head

Thinking about the invitations I received for the official account I run.

Music festivals, all sorts of events, from small-scale performances at newly opened shops in air-conditioned rooms.

From major music festivals and competitions with professional bands to invitations to maintain the buzz at various venues.

Some professional bands even invited him to be a guest performer.

Too perverted.

They're clearly not even a professional band yet.

Rather, does a professional band even have these resources?

Back then, Diamond Star was lucky to get one performance opportunity a month.

More often than not, they perform at their usual livehouse venues.

In many cases, they are just breaking even.

And now.

MUJICA.

Others don't know.

With the income from operating the venue and providing backup vocals, I can support myself while taking my lead singer to the rehearsal room every day to practice, eat at Yoshinoya, and even have a drink every now and then.

Kind of outrageous.

Did Diamond Star really take the wrong path?

Tao Xiang is not sure.

But Momoka knew.