Collapse Iron: I'm a Succubus in the Universe

"Mmm!...Mmm!"

'March 7' let out another muffled groan, but couldn't say anything, so he buried his head in the sheets and let out a soft "hmm".

She had actually wanted to explode with Qiong just now, but she found that she couldn't do it at all, as if something was holding her back.

This force led 'March 7' to decide to remain still and wait for an opportunity, but there was no opportunity at all, and she can't even guarantee that an accident won't happen now.

Qiong nodded in satisfaction upon hearing her reply, and then, as if she were getting addicted to taking pictures, she slapped it again with a 'smack'.

"Ugh...why, why did you hit me?"

'March 7' couldn't help but look up, his cheeks flushed, looking utterly humiliated.

"Sorry, I'm used to it, and judging from your expression... you seem to like it too?"

"Ugh...who would like this!"

"Okay, now it's my turn to ask you questions."

Qiong got up and came to 'March 7th'. Because her front half was lying down, something poked her soft cheek.

'March 7' seemed quite disgusted and tried to move away a little, but Qiong held her head up again. Seeing that she couldn't break free, she simply gave up.

Anyway, I've endured all that humiliation.

"What's your name?"

"What, so curious about me? Aren't you going to ask about March 7th first?"

When Qiong asked about 'March 7th,' she chuckled and made such a teasing remark, and the response she received was quite simple.

Snapped!

"Mmm~!"

“She was still here in March and she was fine. I could tell that, which is why I wanted to talk to you.”

"Heh, so in your opinion, turning me into this is what you call having a good chat?"

'March 7' looked incredulous. She was certain that this was the other person's twisted sense of humor, especially after it was full, keeping her in this position where it couldn't leak out.

It's probably because he couldn't act like this when facing March 7th normally, but after encountering her, he simply used all his tricks.

"Cough cough..."

Upon hearing this, Qiong coughed lightly, feeling somewhat embarrassed. He had indeed been quite gentle, and judging from the feedback, the other party seemed quite pleased.

'March 7' rolled his eyes knowingly, too lazy to dwell on the topic any longer, and then began his introduction.

"I am the forgotten past, the 'Long Night' that accompanies her. I was born of oblivion, and grew up in the shadows. Guarding a dream that refuses to awaken, call me 'Long Night Moon.'"

Chang Yeyue spoke calmly, and her words sounded quite story-like, but given the current situation, they seemed somewhat strange.

"Long Night Moon? Wait! You mean you are the past of March?!"

"That's right, but don't tell her about me. The past wasn't as wonderful as she imagined."

You call her March 7th, what a lovely name! I'm very pleased with it, but your behavior makes me very unhappy.

"Uh, if it's because of what just happened..."

"It's not something trivial, don't play dumb with me! You cheated on me, didn't you?"

Chang Yeyue suddenly adopted a questioning tone, which startled Qiong, who was somewhat incredulous that she actually knew.

"Do you think I'm as easy to fool as March 7th? You lied to her!"

"...Since you know, why don't you tell her? Or even just give her a hint?"

After a moment of silence, Qiong suddenly spoke up. He didn't believe that Changyeyue couldn't do it. Upon hearing this, the latter also remained silent until a long time before finally speaking.

"Because she really likes you, and if I tell her, she'll be very sad..."

Changyeyue calmly explained the reason, and Qiong, understanding this, lowered her guard and nodded.

"That's certainly true, but I don't regret it."

"what?!"

Chang Yeyue was truly angry now. If she weren't exhausted, she probably would have already started fighting. No, it seems she could have done it.

Suddenly, as if she had thought of something, Chang Yeyue turned her face slightly to the side and bit down hard! Then she bit empty air.

"Wait a minute, Changye Yue, don't be in such a hurry. I never said I wouldn't take responsibility for you!"

"What can you possibly be responsible for?!"

"all."

"…What?"

Under her questioning, Qiong's answer without the slightest hesitation left Chang Yeyue somewhat bewildered, but she heard the other party continue speaking.

"Just like March liked me, I like her too."

Chapter Ninety-Two: Long Night Moon, you wouldn't want Little March to do something like this, would you?

“I will pay attention to every change in her. I will comfort her when she is sad and accompany her when she is happy. This is what I will do to take good care of her.”

Qiong expressed her thoughts, and Changyeyue fell silent because she could sense that the other party was serious, and more importantly, she had even begun to believe her!

After all, even if she herself felt her disguise lacked substance, it should be difficult for outsiders to see through it.

But Qiong could tell the difference so easily, which was enough to prove that he was indeed paying attention to any changes on March 7th.

How can you prove that what you're saying is true?

"Yes, time will tell, and I assure you, there will be absolutely no grievances in March."

Qiong had already seen through Changye Yue's thoughts. The other party also cared a lot about March 7th, and was even able to put aside his own feelings.

He truly had no intention of deceiving Chang Yeyue. He would treat every girl well, and as long as they avoided meeting each other as much as possible, there wouldn't be any problems.

"...Hmph, remember what you said today."

After hesitating for a while, Chang Yeyue realized that she couldn't resist Qiong and didn't have the ability to force him to focus on being good to Sanyueqi alone.

In the end, they had no choice but to compromise and agree to the matter for the time being, but all of this was based on the premise that Kyōma was good to Mitsukuni.

"Hmph, how could this idiot fall for someone like that?"

Chang Yeyue felt inferior and helpless, and looked at the thing on her cheek again. Her soft cheek sank slightly, covering the top of the object.

Qiong seemed to have reached an agreement and was no longer worried that she would suddenly make a move, but wasn't that a bit too arrogant?

"Are you done? I think I can get up now."

Chang Yeyue spoke again. That's right. During the conversation, she had actually maintained that posture the whole time. It was mainly because once she was in that posture, she didn't have the strength to move around.

"No problem, but before that, could you do me a favor?"

"What? Ugh...!"

Just as Chang Yeyue was about to ask a question, she saw Qiong suddenly turn his gun around, blocking her from speaking.

"Oh, this is it. It's uncomfortable to sleep if it's not cleaned properly."

"Ugh! I don't want to do that!"

"Especially in this form!"

Chang Yeyue added a sentence in her mind, while struggling to speak with her tongue. Her unclear speech seemed to excite Qiong even more, making it even more difficult for her to speak.

Qiong wasn't surprised by her resistance and then put on a helpless expression.

"Really? There's nothing I can do. I've always wanted to give it a try, but it seems I'll have to ask March for help later."

As she spoke, Qiong deliberately made it seem as if she was about to leave.

During his conversation, he also specifically mentioned March. Although he hadn't known her for very long, he had at least some understanding of the 'user manual' for the Long Night Moon.

"Ugh...!"

As expected, Chang Yeyue hesitated upon hearing these words.

The thought of her beloved March 7th, at Sora's request, having to put on such a shameful pose and do her best to satisfy Sora's preferences...

After just a moment's thought, Chang Yeyue decided that she couldn't let that kind of thing happen, so she suddenly pursed her lips and tried her best to keep Qiong, who wanted to leave.

Although Chang Yeyue didn't say a word, her suddenly lively little tongue and her mouth that suddenly increased its absorption capacity both indicated her attitude.

Qiong was quite satisfied with what she saw, patted her head, and then looked at the other side of her raised little bottom.

Snapped!

"Ugh...!"

Chang Yeyue let out another muffled groan, but this time she didn't look up and glare at her. Instead, she maintained her current posture and continued her verbal work.

After a long time, Qiong seemed to finally be satisfied. After watching Changyeyue devour all his people, he finally stopped.

"Glug glug... Ha! Ugh..."

Changyeyue felt a little nauseous. Although she had eaten these things before on March 7th, this was truly the first time she had ever tasted them.

The taste alone made her feel dizzy, not to mention the mischievous thing Qiong did later, telling her not to waste the precious food.

Her stomach is now full of milk fed by Qiong, although this is not the first time for this body.

"Chang Yeyue has been very well-behaved today, let's go take a bath."

As Qiong spoke, he patted the girl's head again, then picked her up. Chang Yeyue simply hummed in response and did not refuse.

She hasn't recovered yet, and if she doesn't take a shower before sleeping, she'll feel terrible the next day. Unfortunately, she's not able to do it herself, so she can only ask Qiong for help.

Time flew by, and the next morning arrived.

March 7th opened its eyes groggily, feeling strange, just like the nights before, no, even more exaggerated than then.

She was exhausted, as if she had just survived an unprecedented battle. Could it be that Qiong had done something to her while she was asleep?

Even if she didn't wake up so as not to disturb him, there's no way he wouldn't wake up with such a loud noise, right?

Moreover, he was very clean, and there was no familiar sweet smell in his mouth. It's one thing to give him a bath, but you can't expect them to brush his teeth too, can you?

What March 7th didn't know was that after she woke up, Chang Yeyue, who was hiding on the other side, was still fast asleep, exhausted.

However, March 7th didn't pay too much attention to this matter. After all, what's done is done. What can you do if it's Qiong?

Thinking this, March 7 looked at Qiong beside her, quietly kissed her on the cheek, then carefully hugged her tighter and closed her eyes again.

Later that evening, Kyō returned to Beloborg and, at Silva's invitation, went to her mechanical house.

"Qiong? Why are you here so early today? Come in quickly."

Somewhat surprised, Hilva invited Sora inside. The mechanical house was exactly the same as before. Sora glanced at Hilva casually, and then…

"Hmm! Qiong... Why are you like this so early in the morning? We... We just... We were together a few days ago..."

"That was a long time ago, wasn't it? Besides..."

Qiong didn't stop what she was doing. With one hand, she held a large, soft ball of pudding, while the tip of her other finger slid up the delicate black silk.

Before long, he penetrated into a certain part of the fabric and touched a damp, secret place. The thick moisture quickly wetted his fingertips.

Qiong gently stirred the hole a few times, then pulled it out and placed it in front of Shiluwa, gently squeezing it under the latter's shy expression.

"Hiluva must be looking forward to it too, otherwise why would she suddenly call me over?"

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Chapter Ninety-Three: Hiluva's Boiled Dumplings (They're delicious!)

Qiong sniffed the lingering scent on her fingertips, and looking at Shiluwa, who was blushing and shy but did not deny it, she couldn't help but smile.

"If you want to, then you'd better listen to me quickly."

As she spoke, Qiong reached out and slapped Hiluva's little bottom, the crisp sound causing the latter to let out a muffled groan.

Hiluva pursed her pink lips, seemingly a little embarrassed, but Qiong reached out again without any mercy.

After being held tightly, Hiluva felt another surge of stimulation, causing her to involuntarily close her legs and clamp Qiong's hands tightly between them.

"Wait, wait a minute... at least lock the door first..."

"Didn't you put up a 'Closed' sign today? Don't worry, no one will come."

As she spoke, Qiong pushed Hilva onto the table beside her. The dark black silk stockings felt smooth and delicate to the touch, and the fine texture gently wrapped around her dangling legs.