mygo, Villain Simulator

One is Toyokawa Shoko, whose temperament is as quiet and pure as white moonlight, like an innocent noble lady.

One is a fiery, unrestrained red-haired girl, like a queen wandering the streets.

They stood together, perfect yet perfectly harmonious, like an unreal miracle that stepped out of a painting.

The crowd's attention was drawn to them, and a near-frozen silence briefly fell around Hachiko.

"Let's go, Xiaoxiang."

The red-haired woman's voice, like her personality, was natural and direct, without any unnecessary embellishment, yet unexpectedly carried a hint of gentleness. Before she finished speaking, she naturally took Toyokawa Shoko's hand, the movement light and decisive, as if they had been old friends for many years.

Toyokawa Shoko paused for a moment.

She clearly disliked this kind of sudden contact.

Aside from her childhood friend Mukuro, whom she had grown accustomed to, she instinctively resisted any close contact from anyone—family, classmates, or even women.

Especially during the year she was away from home, Toyokawa Shoko had long been accustomed to being alone, needing no one's guidance and unwilling to be guided by anyone.

but--

Why was her body offering no resistance this time...?

The hand that was being held did not pull away; instead, it was quietly enveloped by the other person, and the warmth seeped through the fingertips and slowly entered the heart.

The blue-haired girl even felt a slight warmth in her earlobes, as if some kind of shyness that didn't belong to her was quietly growing.

Toyokawa Shoko subconsciously looked up at the girl she had only known for less than a week, just as she saw her turn her head. Her golden eyes seemed to shimmer with fine gold dust in the sunlight, her gaze calm yet possessing an undeniable power.

"What are you daydreaming about, Xiao Xiang? There are so many people, I won't care if someone else picks you up."

His tone was smiling, like a joke, yet more meaningful than any promise.

Toyokawa Shoko stared at her blankly, her heart pounding uncontrollably.

She shouldn't get used to being touched by others.

But if it were her... perhaps it would be possible.

She even... wanted to get a little closer.

This feeling... is so familiar.

Toyokawa Shoko looked at the person holding her hand, at that familiar yet unfamiliar hand, at the casually uttered "Shoko," and even at the smile in that fleeting glance back—all of these made her heart skip a beat.

Just like... Ichinose Wakaba in my dream.

The person I see repeatedly in my dreams at night, the person who deceived me my whole life, yet protected me my whole life.

That name that had taken up residence in her heart at some unknown time.

Toyokawa Shoko gently bit her lower lip, trying to suppress the emotions rising in her heart, but the sense of security of being understood, guided, and gently watched over her struck her long-closed heart more directly than any words.

Just as this tranquility and excitement were about to merge into one—

"Hey—wait, wait a minute!"

An out-of-place voice broke the atmosphere.

The man who had initially been intimidated and retreated now saw his two "prey" about to leave, and his greed outweighed his shame and fear. He quickly caught up with them, a smug smile playing on his lips.

"Don't walk so fast, beautiful. How about we grab a coffee together—it's on me?"

As he spoke, he tried to approach from the side, his eyes scanning back and forth between the two men, unable to conceal his excitement and greed.

That was the look of a hunter, but he had no idea that he was the prey.

The man who had approached her quickly moved closer, a frivolous smile on his lips, his words full of self-righteous flattery.

He thought his voice was gentle and "gentlemanly" enough, but his intentions were already obvious.

He ignored the disapproving looks from passersby, as if the two girls in front of him were just targets he had randomly chosen.

Just as he reached out to block their path—

Erii Uesugi stopped in her tracks.

She slowly turned around, still holding Toyokawa Shoko's hand with one hand, and took off her sunglasses with the other, her movements as elegant as some kind of ancient ritual.

Those golden eyes gleamed with a cold light in the sunlight, piercing straight into the other's heart like sharp blades.

She didn't raise her voice, but spoke in an unusually calm tone:

"What's wrong? Spring is already over, and you're still in heat?"

The man who had approached her was startled and instinctively took a half-step back.

In that instant, what he saw was not a girl—but a predator, a golden-eyed beast surveying its prey.

There was no roaring, no threat, not even a change in emotion, yet that one glance made one feel as if their heart was being suffocated.

"If you don't disappear from my sight right now~" Uesugi Erii smiled slightly, but her eyes were as cold as a knife. "I wouldn't mind letting you learn what it means to not control your lower body under the Hachiko statue, but then you won't need to."

The man who had approached him turned pale. He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word. Shame, fear, and an instinctive dread mingled together, pulling him back to reality from his illusion of desire.

The man who approached her didn't dare to gamble; he felt that if he stayed any longer, his manhood would definitely no longer belong to him.

The man who had approached him turned pale. He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word. His mind was blank, with only the command "run away" echoing repeatedly in his nerves. He almost stumbled around, his steps frantic and hurried, as if some ferocious beast were truly chasing him.

Just as he breathed a sigh of relief and secretly rejoiced at his narrow escape—a lazy yet deadly voice came from behind him:

"...Wait, who said you could leave?"

Like a cold electric shock shooting up his spine to the back of his head, his body suddenly froze, his feet stopped in mid-air, as if someone had choked his breath.

The man who had approached her mechanically turned his head, and what came into view was a red-haired girl still wearing sunglasses. Her eyes were cold, and the air seemed to stand still.

"Xiao Xiang wasn't hurt by him, was he?"

Faced with the pleading look on the man's face, which was practically begging to kneel, Toyokawa Shoko shook her head. After checking the blue-haired girl to make sure there was nothing wrong, the red-haired girl nodded.

"Then get lost."

In the blink of an eye, the man who had struck up a conversation with her disappeared from Toyokawa Shoko's sight.

Erii Uesugi slowly put on her sunglasses, but didn't let go of Xiangzi's hand. Her tone returned to its usual nonchalant tone—"Let's go, Xiangzi."

"Ah."

At that moment, Toyokawa Shoko did not let go of the hand she was holding. But in her heart, she was certain.

You are not him.

As for the reason?

Because if it were Ichinose Wakaba, he wouldn't have said so much, nor would he have been so gentle. She would have simply kicked him and then patted Toyokawa Shoko's head worriedly to reassure her.

Although he didn't say any sweet words, the silent reassurance that said "Don't be afraid, I'm here to protect you" made Toyokawa Shoko feel even more at ease than at this moment.

This made her miss it even more.

Chapter 170 On this day that year, Toyokawa Shoko thought of him

Rather than going out shopping on Sunday mornings, Ichinose Wakaba prefers to stay in bed and sleep in.

He sleeps until noon or even the afternoon, then casually orders takeout, eating while scrolling through his phone or playing games. This leisurely and carefree lifestyle is his ideal holiday.

Instead of what I'm doing now, running around with Toyokawa Shoko in the bustling streets.

The early summer sun, like a scorching curtain, silently enveloped the entire city.

The ground gleamed white under the scorching sun, and the asphalt was slightly soft, as if it might melt at any moment. The air was thick with a humid, stifling feeling, as if even breathing required enduring the sun's heat before it could barely fill the lungs.

The streets were bustling with noise.

The crowd flowed slowly but steadily, like a sluggish yet scalding river.

Queues formed in front of restaurants, and the crisp sound of ice cubes falling into cups echoed from the entrance of ice cream shops. Mixed with the calls of vendors and conversations, this created a bustling symphony unique to the city on holidays.

In this lively and noisy scene, Ichinose Wakaba seems to be merely a passive bystander who has been drawn in.

Let the sun shine on my hair, sweat slowly sliding down my neck, my mind is only on the bed under the air conditioner and the can of soda in the refrigerator that I haven't opened yet.

Compared to the bustling streets, he prefers the quiet afternoons, with curtains half-drawn, a fan gently turning, dappled sunlight filtering through the shadows, and the glow of his phone screen reflecting on his drowsy face.

Unfortunately, Ichinose Wakaba ended up accompanying Toyokawa Shoko.

Although it was ostensibly him who asked Toyokawa Shoko to accompany him, and the blue-haired young lady didn't seem to have much interest in shopping.

More importantly, it's for the job that Ichinose Wakaba mentioned yesterday, which is to visit restaurants and shoot videos.

However, seeing that her boss was very interested, Toyokawa Shoko didn't know when to ask when she would start working.

Therefore, the girl could only follow silently.

The clothing store on the street corner seemed to be separated from the surrounding noise by an invisible barrier.

The floor-to-ceiling windows were spotless, and the shop window displayed the season's newest collection, exquisitely tailored and in soft colors.

It was like a still work of art. As soon as the door was pushed open, a cool breeze carrying a faint fragrance rushed in, making even the air seem more elegant.

"Let's go."

Ichinose Wakaba took Toyokawa Shoko's hand, as if leading her into the world bathed in soft light without question. Toyokawa Shoko hesitated slightly, glancing back at the street, but was still drawn in by the other's firm gaze and stepped inside.

It was almost 10 o'clock, and the store they were going to visit was very popular, with queues starting at 1 to 2 hours.

If you don't go now, you might find yourself queuing up only to find that the food you want is no longer available when you arrive.

However, the interest revealed in the red-haired girl's eyes left Toyokawa Shoko with no choice but to obediently follow her into the clothing store.

After all, Ichinose Wakaba is the boss—I, Toyokawa Shoko, am just a wage earner!

There were no noisy crowds inside the upscale store, only very soft music floating in the air and the polite, unassuming gazes of the staff.

Ichinose Wakaba skillfully flipped through the clothes on the hanger. Thanks to several simulations, and also wanting to dress Toyokawa Shoko in clothes she liked, Ichinose Wakaba was now trying her best to match Toyokawa Shoko's clothing preferences in her memory, as well as her own.

"This color suits you perfectly—cream white, with just the right shoulder line that makes your collarbone look even more beautiful."

"This one is nice too, let's try it on."

"Wait a minute, let me find another dress..."

Shoko Toyokawa took one piece of clothing after another, the coolness of the fabric still lingering on her fingertips. Like a submissive model, she was pushed into the fitting room, changing into one unfamiliar color and cut after another.

Before the mirror, she seemed to have transformed into someone else, into an "ideal young lady" whose style had been arranged by others. She stood quietly, head slightly bowed, while others tidied her hair and fastened her belt.

During this process, it was as if she was watching another "self being shaped" gradually take shape.

Shoko Toyokawa occasionally wanted to speak up and say, "That's enough" or "I'm not used to this," and besides—why was it for me to try on clothes?

But seeing Ichinose Wakaba's earnest gaze as she looked at her, those words vanished silently like falling snow.

"These are my work clothes for later."

Toyokawa Shoko could have said "It's too expensive" or "I don't need it," but she denied it before even uttering those words.

She was born into a prestigious family and grew up in a world pampered by servants, where she was accustomed to exquisite and expensive things.

Even though I've fallen out with my family and lost my source of income, I haven't developed any greed for material things.

Toyokawa Shoko is not the kind of girl who would be tempted by a designer dress.

In her eyes, material things were merely decorations, not valuable items.

But now, Toyokawa Shoko is like a puppet that can be easily manipulated.

Ichinose Wakaba's behavior should have made the blue-haired young lady dislike her, but she didn't dislike his assertiveness.

Because she looked...really happy, just like her own husband.

"This one is nice too,"

Ichinose Wakaba said this for what seemed like the umpteenth time. He pulled a dress from the clothes rack; it was a pale apricot color with a flowing chiffon trim.

"You'll look much softer when you wear this kind of thing."

When Toyokawa Shoko took the dress, her hand paused slightly. The color and texture were so similar to the dress she had picked up from the shelf in a dream.

That was when Toyokawa Shoko was just beginning to experience romantic feelings, and was being cared for by Ichinose Wakaba, despite her irresponsible father and cold-blooded grandfather.

As hormones began to be secreted, the girl's body developed, and she also began to experience vague emotions.

At that time, Toyokawa Shoko did not understand the emotional impact of this relationship, nor did she understand the calculations behind the "relationship".