mygo, Villain Simulator

Ichinose Wakaba's breathing quickened, and her face gradually darkened under the dim light.

Damp water droplets dripped down his chin, as if soaking his heart with coldness.

After hanging up the phone, Gao Songdeng let out a deep breath, trying to compose herself. When she turned around, she still had that comforting smile on her face, but the smile had barely faded when she was stunned by the scene before her.

Ichinose Wakaba's expression was even paler than before, her brows furrowed, and her breathing heavy. The coldness and oppression she felt made her heart tighten, and she almost instinctively thought he was unwell.

"Wakaba...are you feeling unwell?"

She quickly took a step closer and reached out to support his shoulder.

However, as they got closer, the girl's wet clothes suddenly became the biggest problem.

Takamatsu was already soaked to the bone, her shirt clinging to her body from the rain, the thin fabric almost outlining her slender yet no longer frail curves. Her skirt was equally wet, clinging to her thighs and revealing lines she had never noticed before.

Her movements were natural, her heart filled with worry, but to Ichinose Wakaba, it was like an abrupt intrusion.

He stared blankly at her so close to him, only to suddenly realize that the childhood sweetheart before him was no longer the thin, weak child who always hid behind him in his memory.

The soaked fabric clearly outlined the girl's grown-up figure, slender yet full, with mature curves completely different from her youthful appearance. Her breathing was rapid, and the rise and fall of her chest was even more obvious at close range. That faintly visible outline made him unable to look away for a moment.

Ichinose Wakaba's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and her heartbeat suddenly became erratic.

The frustration and helplessness seemed to be replaced by another unfamiliar emotion, which he dared not look directly at, yet could not ignore.

—That little girl from the past has quietly grown up.

At that moment, she was looking at him with worried eyes, completely unaware of the powerful impact her proximity and damp clothes had on his mind.

The feeling of something he had never experienced before filled Ichinose Wakaba's heart, giving his embarrassed heart a sudden outlet.

A feeling unlike anything she had ever experienced surged up and filled Ichinose Wakaba's chest.

Frustration, shame, powerlessness, and an indescribable sense of deprivation overwhelmed him, making it impossible for him to suppress his feelings any longer.

His hand shot out and gripped Gao Songdeng's wrist tightly. The force was astonishing, as if he wanted to pin her to the spot, giving her no chance to escape.

"Ugh... Wakaba... It hurts..."

Gao Songdeng winced in pain, a look of panic crossing her face. She looked up, her amber eyes gleaming in the dim light, yet still carrying a simple worry.

"Wakaba... are you feeling unwell?"

She asked softly, her tone gentle, as if afraid of startling him. Then, with her usual meekness and kindness, she gently added:

"Let me take you to the hospital."

These words, however, were like a sharp blade, piercing Ichinose Wakaba's heart.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and the oppressive feeling in his chest surged as if it were about to explode.

The hospital... protection... care... these words and things were always done by him in the past.

When she cried, he comforted her; when she was hurt, he protected her; when she was afraid, he stayed by her side.

But now?

Now it has become her saying to herself—she will take care of him, and he will depend on her.

Moreover… Takamatsu Akari’s tone was so natural, so practiced. It was as if—as if he had already said it to someone else.

"...It's because of that person, isn't it?"

Ichinose Wakaba uttered in a low voice, her tone filled with suppressed coldness and resentment.

The scene she saw downstairs resurfaced in her mind: the man holding an umbrella escorted her to the intersection, and she walked alongside him in the rain.

That scene was deeply etched into his eyes, and now it relentlessly grinds against his heart.

—This is clearly not someone else's spot.

—These are things that he should always be doing.

Ichinose Wakaba unconsciously tightened her grip, almost leaving marks on her slender wrist.

"Wakaba...it hurts..."

Gao Songdeng called out cautiously, her voice trembling. She didn't understand why he was acting this way all of a sudden, nor did she understand where the extremely suppressed emotions in his eyes came from.

But Ichinose Wakaba had already lost control.

The pressure from his fingertips grew heavier, and the trembling and delicate touch beneath his wrists only intensified his agitation. He felt as if something was blocking his chest, his breathing became heavy and rapid, and the pounding of his heart even drowned out the wind and rain outside.

"Stop talking!"

His voice was hoarse, almost a shout, filled with unprecedented ferocity and panic.

Gao Songdeng was startled, and tears welled up in her eyes again. She dared not move, and could only look up at him, her eyes filled with helplessness and worry.

The wind and rain outside were still raging, but they couldn't compare to the storm raging in his eyes at that moment.

Ichinose Wakaba's whole body was tense, like a string about to break.

He lowered his head, and the wet hair on his forehead almost touched her face.

His breathing was hot and rapid, carrying an air of uncontrolled energy.

He knew perfectly well that he was doing something wrong, but he just couldn't stop.

The emotions that had been suppressed for so long, the self-esteem that had been stripped away, and the desire to possess all rushed out at this moment, sweeping him away like a typhoon.

Ichinose Wakaba suddenly reached out and pulled Takamatsu Akari into her arms.

In that instant, she barely had time to react, only feeling her entire body pressed tightly against his strong chest. Their soaked clothes clung together, the chill and heat mingling, making her shiver.

Ichinose Wakaba rested his chin on the top of her head, his breath rapid and hot, as if he wanted to completely engulf her. His arms tightened around her, almost as if he wanted to knead her into his bones.

Gao Songdeng stood frozen in place, his heart pounding erratically.

She could hear Ruoye's heavy breathing, and felt his heat and trembling against her chest. The force hurt her a little, but what frightened her more than the pain was that she had never seen him like this before, so out of control that it was unsettling.

"Wakaba...you...you're like this...I'm a little scared..."

Her voice trembled slightly, tinged with tears.

But a single sentence from "Erqi Liu IX" caused Ichinose Wakaba's heart to clench even more intensely.

Fear... She was actually afraid because of herself.

The girl in my arms was breathless and her clothes were damp, but she still carried her own warmth and innocence.

He wanted to get close, to possess.

Although she said she was scared, Takamatsu Akari didn't push Ichinose Wakaba away. Because she knew the other needed her, just as Takamatsu Akari had always needed Ichinose Wakaba.

So, following her example, Takamatsu wanted to comfort her childhood friend.

Even now she is very uneasy.

Takamatsu Akari stood there quietly, neither backing away nor resisting, but instead hugged Ichinose Wakaba.

Their wet clothes clung to their bodies. She was so close, yet completely unguarded, as if silently enduring his out-of-control emotions.

At this moment, Ichinose Wakaba felt even more distressed.

The more I tried to find an outlet for my emotions, the more I realized that I was acting like an unreasonable child, while the woman in front of me showed no resentment and quietly tolerated it.

“The light…” His Adam’s apple bobbed, his voice low and suppressed, almost cracking.

My anger was surging inside, but this silence only made it hurt more.

Her lack of resistance intensified the inner conflict in him—he longed to get closer, yet felt a sense of powerlessness and humiliation.

Takamatsu Akari seemed to remember something and gently released her grip on Ichinose Wakaba's hand.

She reached for the notebook that was placed to the side, which she had been carefully protecting. The pages were almost completely dry and remained as clean as ever.

"Ruoye——"

She called softly, trying to hand him the notebook, but at that moment, Ichinose Wakaba had no desire to look at it and couldn't care less about anything else.

The notebook was suddenly slapped open in her hand, the pages flipping and making a slight rustling sound.

Gao Songdeng stared at him in astonishment, but did not back away.

"Why...why is it all made to seem like it's my fault?!"

Ichinose Wakaba growled in a low voice, the irritation in her chest almost tearing her heart apart.

The images that flashed through his mind almost suffocated him—Takamatsu Akari and that man's backs as they chatted and laughed in the rain downstairs, her gentle smile and eyes cutting into his heart like knives.

The pent-up jealousy, anger, and shame burst forth like a flood, and he could no longer bear it.

Under Gao Songdeng's astonished gaze, he suddenly lowered his head and bit down hard with his teeth.

Pain, shock, and suffocation intertwined, and Takamatsu Akari's body trembled slightly, her eyes widening as if she couldn't comprehend what was happening before her.

As for Ichinose Wakaba, she felt as if her heart had been torn apart. The anger and helplessness of being deprived and betrayed found an outlet in that instant.

The notebook, knocked over, lay scattered pages, untouched by dampness.

Outside, the wind and rain howled, but inside, the atmosphere froze in that instant—only he, she, and the unspeakable emotions between them burned within.

Uh oh, I wanted to capture that scumbag vibe, but it just doesn't feel right.

Chapter 354 It's All My Fault

[You, at 14, wake up with a start, your heart still pounding from the dream.]

Outside the window, the typhoon continued to howl, its roar mingling with the sound of raindrops pounding against the glass, like countless knuckles frantically striking your heart.

Right now, you're unsure whether a dream woke you up or the violent typhoon dragged you out of your sleep.

Amidst the clamor, you hear a very soft whisper beside you.

That was a young girl's voice, like petals scattered by the wind, intermittent yet carrying an undeniable warmth.

Her breathing was slightly erratic, and her brows were furrowed, as if she were troubled by something in a dream.

You instinctively hold your breath, turn your head to look, and in the dim light, see her eyelashes trembling, her thin lips slightly parted, murmuring, "I'm sorry."

That voice pierced your heart like a needle.

[You remembered, you remembered losing control before, you remembered the moment you vented the darkness deep inside your heart on her.]

I took out my phone; the time showed that three hours had passed since that moment.

The messy bed and the lingering scent in the air constantly remind you of what's going on.

Fear washed over you like a tidal wave. You frantically dressed, pushed open the door, and fled the room.

Back home, you rushed into the bathroom, the icy water hitting your skin, but you couldn't wash away the heavy guilt weighing on your chest.

[There's also a sense of fear.]

[Fear of the future, fear of what will happen next.]

Will she tell my parents? Or will she look at me with those unfamiliar eyes? Or... will she never call my name again?

These thoughts, like venomous snakes, burrow into your mind, coiling around you until you can barely breathe.

You dare not imagine what she will look like when she wakes up.

If she opens her eyes and her gaze falls on you, will it be fear? Disgust? Or the utter despair you fear most?

The typhoon outside the window continues to roar, as if the whole world is mocking your cowardice.

You lower your head, and water streams down your hair, cheeks, and chin, gathering into cold streaks that wash over the ground.

But that guilt and fear were etched deeply into his heart, and could never be washed away.

[I don't know when, but you fell asleep amidst fear and self-blame.]

When you wake up, it is already broad daylight.

I walked out of the room nervously; everything seemed the same as usual.

Your parents greet you with smiles at the dining table, where a steaming hot breakfast is laid out.

It's as if last night's storms and the sins in my heart were all just a false dream.

But with each bite, it felt like swallowing a heavy stone, your throat so dry you could hardly swallow.

As your parents gently said goodbye, you put on your shoes and opened the door.

The wind and rain outside had long since stopped, but the air still carried the damp scent of the typhoon.

She stood right by the door.