A single-player post-apocalyptic game, but with an all-female teammate mod.

The little vase's physical condition was indeed poor. He was already being very careful and slow, but he started rolling his eyes after only two shots.

This was the first time Aono had ever seen an NPC roll their eyes, which made him even more excited.

With the mindset that they were just NPCs anyway, they continued their fierce attack.

When the trust level was raised, the innocent-looking short-haired beauty was now in tears, looking like she had been completely ruined.

The first day's tasks were relatively easy, and Aono woke up early.

After waking up, taking advantage of the excitement of getting up early, I refreshed my trust value twice more.

There are ten tasks remaining for today.

After finishing breakfast, Aono returned to his room and began diligently increasing his trust level.

Although his legs were a little weak by the end of the day, he still managed to finish the course.

Then came the third day.

Looking at the three NPC girls dressed in black stockings and lingerie, he lost all interest.

After two consecutive days, I am exhausted both physically and mentally.

Thinking back to the first night, he still felt that this task wasn't too difficult for him now...

"I'm stupid, really."

Lying in bed, Qingye looked at his good brother, who was unusually still awake and standing up, and felt as mournful as Xianglin's wife.

Morning light filtered through the window lattices, casting dappled patterns of light on the metal floor of the captain's cabin.

The sweet soy milk in the bowl was steaming warmly.

Aono stirred his spoon, looked up at the four girls, Coco and her companions, who were quietly enjoying their breakfast across from him, and his voice still carried a hint of weariness.

"Um... I'll take a day off today, so the recruitment process will be postponed."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ying looked up.

She was always a woman of few words, and only gave a soft "hmm".

Then she fed the egg she had just peeled to Aono's mouth.

"My husband, you've worked hard."

Aono opened her mouth and took a bite, wanting to agree but unable to say it.

The Shadow has no concept of monogamy; this statement comes from the heart.

But he took advantage of the situation and then acted innocent, which was really going too far.

After spending so much time together, Tsunade understood the Kage's perspective, but she still couldn't help rolling her eyes.

The young cook, who shared the same view of not having monogamy, nodded and said, "Brother Qingye, take it easy, Coco and I still need it."

The silver-haired woman, who was drinking soy milk, almost choked. Dudu's occasional outrageous and bold remarks made her feel inferior.

Aono rolled her eyes at her, annoyed. "I'm mentally exhausted, not physically exhausted."

"What do you mean?"

The young cook blinked her big eyes, looking puzzled.

Seeing this, Aono could only try to explain it more clearly.

After listening, Tsunade scoffed and retorted, "It sounds so high-sounding, but it's just boring."

Aono nodded, completely ignoring Tsunade's sarcasm.

If he doesn't even have this much shame, he can forget about opening a Crystal Palace.

At this moment, Coco said with a smile, "If that's the case, I have a way that might help Mr. Aono."

Looking into the silver-haired mature woman's narrowed, indigo eyes, Aono's heart stirred.

Is it...

Everyone looked at Coco, curious about the method she was talking about.

The silver-haired woman smiled and said calmly, "Increasing recruitment trust only requires results, not the process, and as Dudu just said, we need the process..."

Coco's words came to an abrupt end there.

We're all adults here, and we all understand what's going on. It wouldn't be elegant to keep going.

Coco knows me best.

Seeing that Coco thought the same way he did, Aono was overjoyed.

He was just about to agree when the young cook beat him to it.

"I'll help Aono-nii!" The red-haired girl braced herself on the table with both hands, exuding confidence.

Aono couldn't help but be stunned.

I wonder what Ying and Tsunade said to Dudu that night, that made such a big difference.

However, this is a good thing for Aono.

In fact, this is Dudu's true personality.

After being enlightened by the three women in the shadows, her possessiveness and jealousy vanished like the wind.

After a few days of adjustment, the cheerful, lively, and understanding young cook has returned full of energy.

Coco smiled at the young cook, "Sure, if you can't manage by yourself, just call me later."

"Husband, do you need my help?" Ying asked softly after hesitating for a moment.

Looking at the beautiful face of the purple-haired mature woman, Aono felt that his good brother was about to make a move.

He wanted to nod in agreement, but he could also see that Ying was hesitant.

Aono dislikes lying, and even more so, he dislikes lying to those who are sincere to him.

"Shadow, don't force yourself."

He paused for a moment, then said, "Just like we said at the beginning, let nature take its course."

The purple-haired mature woman quietly loosened her clenched fist, and a smile appeared on her lips.

As time went on, her relationship with Aono steadily improved.

Now she is no longer opposed to intimate contact with Aono, and is fully capable of fulfilling her duties as a legal wife.

But if you can let things take their natural course, it's best to do so.

Hearing Aono's answer, she did feel a sense of relief.

But why is there a faint sense of loss somewhere in my heart?

The Thunder God, who has never experienced romantic love, is confused by the inexplicable and incomprehensible emotions that have appeared in his mind.

Unfortunately, neither Aoya nor the shrewd arms dealer could discern anything amiss from her calm expression.

Naturally, no one answered her questions.

Seeing the state of Aono and the other three, Tsunade decisively finished her breakfast and left the scene.

She feared that if she stayed any longer, she would be assimilated.

She's been feeling a bit off lately.

She was becoming more and more accustomed to the things between Aono and the other women, and on nights when Coco was not around, she would unconsciously recall the scenes of being used by Aono when she was an NPC.

Then it started generating its own electricity.

After Tsunade left, Kage and Koko finished their breakfast and went to do their own things.

"Brother Qingye, go lie down in the bedroom for a while, I'll come over as soon as I'm done tidying up."

Dudu tidied up the dishes on the table, her hands and feet moving much more quickly than usual.

"Let me help you."

Aono got up to help tidy up. "Speaking of which, I don't think I've done any of this with you since we recruited Koko and Tsunade."

"With more people, there are more things to do."

Dudu smiled and said, "When I first arrived, the Ark was rudimentary, and there were only the two of us, so of course we did everything together."

"wrong."

Aono deliberately said, "We didn't sleep together, though."

The young cook blushed and then snorted, "Now I'd like to sleep together, but I can't get a turn."

"Hehe, no, there's always a place for you if you're willing."

The heart of Qingye is known to all.

The young cook rolled her eyes and asked suspiciously, "Was the method Coco mentioned something you two had planned beforehand?"

"No, I really didn't. I thought of it, but I was too embarrassed to mention it," Aono said matter-of-factly.

"Hehe, you two really have great chemistry."

"It's alright, it's alright."

Amidst laughter and playfulness, the cleaning was quickly completed, and Qingye hugged Dudu as they returned to the bedroom to take a nap.

……

Dudu sat on the edge of the bed, her two long, straight legs pressed tightly together, her hands gripping the hem of the nightgown she had just changed into.

She looked up at Qingye, her delicate and gentle face flushed, her lips pressed into a thin line, and her chest heaving more and more rapidly.

As the saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder.

It had been more than half a month since the two last shared a room, and the young cook, who had tasted the sweetness of love, was eagerly anticipating it.

They were so excited that they didn't even care about the three sexy NPCs in the same room anymore.

"Brother Qingye, my foot hurts a bit, could you... rub it for me?"

As she spoke, the red-haired beauty tentatively extended one of her beautiful black-stockinged feet.

Clearly, she had completely understood Aono's preferences.

Aono's gaze naturally fell upon it.

Those once flawless white feet were now wrapped in a thin layer of black silk.

The stockings were freshly put on, their sheen new and soft, extending from the ankles to the calves, casting a hazy shadow over the original skin tone of the feet.

The arch of the foot is curved into a graceful bow shape, the lines of the instep are clean and smooth, and the five toes are clearly distinguishable under the black stockings. The toenails are trimmed into round and neat shapes, revealing a faint pinkish base color.

The stockings were made of extremely thin material, so thin that you could see the pale blue veins on the instep and the delicate, rounded bony protrusion on the inside of the ankle.

The soles of her feet were slightly undisturbed, creating a shallow crease that outlined a soft, delicate indentation, as if the stockings could be easily kneaded into her soft, smooth skin with just a little force.

Aono's Adam's apple bobbed imperceptibly.

What's going on? Dudu has even figured this out and is actually quite good at playing around?

Then he became even more excited.

Qingye bent down and cupped Dudu's outstretched black silk foot in his palms.

It's the perfect size to hold in your hand; your palm can just wrap around your entire foot. The moment your palm touches the sole of your foot, it's through a layer of silky fabric as thin as a cicada's wing.

The black stockings rubbed together in my palm, making a soft rustling sound. The sensation, somewhere between smooth and slightly rough, was like a suggestive hint, making me feel restless and itchy.

Dudu's body tensed up suddenly, her toes curling up in his palm, the knuckles arching into several rounded protrusions through the stockings.

She lowered her head, her hair obscuring her flushed face, and her breathing became short and suppressed.

Aono held her foot in his hands, his thumb gently rubbing along the arch of her foot, the pressure perfectly controlled, as if he were massaging her, or perhaps just playing with her.

My fingertips rubbed against the soft soles of my feet, encased in stockings, and I felt the soft flesh slightly indent under the pressure, then slowly spring back when I released my grip.

His palm was pressed against the instep of her foot, his five fingers threading through the sides of her arch, almost completely taking control of her delicate foot.

Dudu's toes curled even tighter, and the tips of her feet under the stockings turned a deeper pinkish-nude from the effort.

Her breathing became increasingly erratic, her thighs pressed together even tighter, and the hem of her nightgown could not conceal the slight trembling of the soft flesh at the base of her legs.

As Aono was considering how to proceed, a fragrant breeze wafted towards him.