mygo, Villain Simulator

Her ankles were exposed to the air, as if the last line of defense had been stripped away. Almost instinctively, she pulled her feet back, her toes curling slightly with tension. The slender outline of her ankles looked particularly fragile in the cold light, like glass that could be crushed at any moment.

Immediately afterward, the cool floor pressed against her skin. Nagasaki Sase cried out in surprise and hurriedly retreated. Her bare ankles made a faint friction sound as they scraped against the floor, subtle yet exceptionally clear, as if shame itself had a voice.

"My...my socks...!"

Her face flushed red, she hugged herself tightly, her legs frantically crossing over each other, trying to hide the shame of being naked yet unable to conceal it.

But more than shame, Nagasaki Sase's heart was now filled with raw fear.

She picked up her phone with trembling hands, her fingertips almost touching the "1" key as she dialed. The three numbers "110" flashed in her mind like a lifeline. But the next second, a cold voice rang out in the empty room.

"theft."

To prevent Nagasaki Sase from reporting the incident to the police and causing unnecessary consequences, Leo once again used his thieving skills.

"don't want!!!"

Nagasaki Sase screamed and closed her eyes, instinctively covering her chest. This time, it wasn't theft as she expected, but rather the direct removal of her organs; instead, it was the cold emptiness of her lower body.

"Ugh?"

Suddenly encountering the cold air, Nagasaki Sase's legs were covered in goosebumps.

It was a sudden, unexpected sense of exposure that traveled rapidly from the surface of her skin to the depths of her brain, as if her entire body had been startled and raised to alarm. Her knees instinctively bent, trying to tighten, but froze in fear.

The air felt like needles piercing the skin, a chill creeping up the calves and up the veins. Nagasaki Sase was caught between a rock and a hard place.

The only thought in my mind was to call the police!

Lost in fear, Nagasaki Sosei completely forgot that her lower body was now bare, and her exposed body attracted Chihaya Aine's gaze. It has to be said that the other woman's figure was truly amazing.

That big butt looks like it's good for childbearing.

"theft"

Once again, Leo targeted Nagasaki Sase, who was shamelessly trying to call the police. This time, Sase's shirt appeared in its hand.

Similarly, freed from their restraints, the two revealed their true forms, swaying and breathing in the fresh air.

Even though he was tightly bound by fear, Nagasaki Sose's mind still caught a jarring image.

ano you?

The pink-haired girl was seriously comparing something...

"What are you doing?!"

Nagasaki Sase almost jumped up, screaming and frantically trying to protect herself with her arms, "What do you want to do? Are you trying to humiliate me?!"

She hugged her upper body with one hand and held down her hem with the other, looking like a cat with its fur standing on end. Her eyes were wet and her face was so red it looked like it was about to burst into flames.

After the "theft," Nagasaki Sase was almost penniless.

The cold air clung to my bare skin, creeping over every nerve. Shame and fear mingled together, and my head felt hot.

Meanwhile, the pink-haired girl seemed completely oblivious to the seriousness of the situation. Instead, she squatted down and gestured to her chest with her hand, as if... comparing data?

This almost absurdly relaxed demeanor finally made Nagasaki Sase realize that things might not be as she thought.

"What...what are you trying to do by going to Lingyan Eryinsan to dig up Erdan's secrets?!"

Nagasaki Sase roared as he staggered to the wall, clutching his body tightly with his hands, his eyes red, as if he was about to cry at any moment.

Faced with her questioning, Leo finally spoke slowly. His eyes, floating in the air, were devoid of joy or sorrow, and his voice was cold and steady: "I want to invite Soyo to participate in the experiment."

"...The experiment is—drawing."

"draw??"

Nagasaki Sase repeated it with an incredulous expression, as if stunned by the sudden answer—"You did so much for me and all you did was draw?!"

"Yes, drawing."

It was still that cold, steady, almost mechanical voice.

The next second, Leo's thick, long tentacle, which appeared out of the air, slowly reached out and swayed like a snake, causing Nagasaki Sase to instinctively press himself against the wall, his whole body stiff as a stone.

"You, you stay away!!!"

"Do not worry."

The tip of the tentacle slowly unfolded—and surprisingly, it held a mobile phone steadily on it.

"???"

The screen lit up, displaying two pictures.

First image: A human figure sketch in cool tones, with delicate lines and a restrained composition.

The second picture: vibrant colors, explosive detail, even the eyelashes are shaded with three layers.

Of course, the focus is not on the style, but on the content—all of them are artistic nude sketches!

"You two too—?!!"

Nagasaki Sase instantly bristled and subconsciously looked at the two people sitting on the sofa, treating the place as their own home.

Lena glanced at her indifferently, nodded slightly, her face expressionless: "Yes, Leo wants to draw."

"Wait a minute!!!"

Chihaya Aine finally snapped, rushing towards Leo and snatching the phone, yelling, "Didn't we agree you wouldn't show me to Soyo?! You traitor!!!"

"For me, sharing experimental samples is a routine procedure."

"I'm not an experimental subject. My name is Ai-yin, you can call me Ano too~"

Nagasaki Sase was dumbfounded as he stared at the noisy Chihaya Aine. The tense atmosphere that had just been like the opening of a horror movie had now turned into a bizarre farce.

And at that moment, the breath that had been held in was quietly released.

"...What on earth am I doing...?"

Nagasaki Sase leaned against the wall and slowly sat back down on the floor. Her arms, which had been covering her body, slipped down, and she was too lazy to cover herself anymore—they were all girls.

The girl muttered to herself, looking like a deflated cat.

She wasn't truly at peace with it; rather, it was just too absurd, so absurd that it was impossible to continue being afraid.

My heart almost stopped the moment the door clicked open.

Right now, the "culprit of the horror" is arguing with a pink-haired girl while holding up his phone, while another is lying on the sofa, almost asleep.

"Just drawing?"

"Ah."

Leo, who was the subject of the theoretical experiment with Chihaya Aine, nodded, although it was quite unsettling that he was nodding with only one hand.

However, compared to wanting to paint art, it doesn't seem so scary anymore.

Nagasaki Sase stared directly at the "monster"—a creature with only one outstretched hand and talking eyes. Although it was still a little creepy, the monster just wanted to draw. At least it was better than trying to conduct some bizarre experiments.

Of course, you're not the only one who encounters this kind of situation.

And, I hope that Rakuna and Chihaya Aine are still doing well.

Coupled with his outburst after the live performance, Nagasaki Sosei, knowing he was in the wrong and feeling somewhat guilty, agreed to Leo's request.

"how should I do?"

Ignoring Chihaya Aine's words, "So quick to agree?!", Nagasaki Sosei listened to Leo's request—kneeling on the ground with her hands outstretched.

"Both hands forward?"

"Yes, it's like you're pulling someone along."

As Leo requested, Nagasaki Sose struck that pose, her naked body displaying a beauty far beyond that of her peers under the moonlight.

"Soyo's pose... is kind of sexy."

The moment the voice faded, the entire room fell silent.

Nagasaki Sase slowly turned his head and stared intently at Chihaya Aine with an almost murderous gaze.

"W-Why are you looking at me like that... I was just joking!" Chihaya Aine chuckled sheepishly, stuck out her tongue, and looked like she knew she was wrong.

"No! She has to go out."

Nagasaki Sase gritted his teeth, his whole body tense. "If she's watching here, I absolutely refuse to continue."

"I won't make a sound, I promise!" Chihaya Aine quickly raised her hands, making a "surrender" gesture, and even squeezed out a pitiful expression with a bit of water in her eyes.

Looking at the other person's face, which looked like a puppy that had been scolded by its owner, Nagasaki Sase's face twitched slightly—I'm the victim here, so why does she feel like she's been bullied?

Fine, consider this punishment for my earlier outburst, and besides, I've already seen Aine's drawings.

Thinking of this, Nagasaki Sase turned his head away and muttered, "Hmph... Fine, I won't hold it against you."

She took a deep breath, knelt back down, and assumed the pose as Leo had instructed. Nagasaki Sase's hand slowly moved forward, as if reaching out to someone important in the darkness.

"That person left you, and you don't know why."

"But I'd do anything for that person."

Leo's voice suddenly appeared, like a whisper, or like a recording from a distant place.

In that instant, Nagasaki Sase's expression completely changed.

There was no longer any panic or shame in her eyes. Only an intensely focused light shone within them. At Leo's prompting, Nagasaki Saseyo thought of Toyokawa Shoko.

The girl's body was no longer tense; instead, she was completely absorbed in the performance, the kind of focus one only sees on stage. She was intently "pulling" at the unseen person, as if she could truly drag her back from the depths of her memory, from another world.

Moonlight spilled down, falling on Nagasaki Sase's shoulder and onto her eyelashes, gently illuminating her eyes that seemed to be brimming with something.

Meanwhile, Leo remained silent, wielding his paintbrush to meticulously depict this structure called "emotion."

The paper is stained with black, white, and light gray, a point where reason and impulse intersect; the girl's figure unfolds on the paper, seemingly struggling, yet also seemingly praying.

Until a certain moment, Leo stopped writing.

"ended."

Nagasaki Sase slowly stood up, still somewhat dazed. She walked to the painting and looked down at it.

At that moment, she saw herself in the painting.

Nagasaki Sase looked down at the painting.

At first, she was just curious. But after just one glance, Nagasaki Sase's breath caught in her throat.

The self in the painting is completely different from the familiar self in the mirror.

She knelt with her hands outstretched, her eyes devout and resolute, as if she were determined to pull someone important out of the darkness, even if it meant traversing mountains and rivers.

She is no longer the girl who huddled in a corner of the room, timid and hesitant about the world; nor is she the girl who always chose to back down in a crowd.

That was... her burning will.

Her shoulder line was clean and crisp, and her collarbone was outlined with a sharp contour in the light and shadow;

Her fingers were open, but not stiff, as if they were about to touch some real hope;

And her eyes—those eyes were as deep as the night sky, glistening with tears yet unwavering.

Is this me?

Nagasaki Sase was uncertain, but she couldn't bear to look away.

The girl moved closer and closer.

The texture on the paper was clearly displayed before her eyes, but she couldn't see the techniques, lines, or blocks of color; her mind was filled only with that expression—

That expression, one that even she herself had never seen before.

This is not how you are now.

It was Leo speaking, but Nagasaki Sase couldn't hear him very clearly.

"This is not how others see you."

"This is—the self you aspire to be."

Nagasaki Sase's pupils dilated slightly. After a moment, she said softly, almost inaudibly, "Thank you... Leo Liu Yi's Wife's Eight Thoughts (8)."

At that moment, Nagasaki Sose's voice was softer than ever before.

It felt like gratitude flowing genuinely from the heart.