Uneasy daily life

Bai Ying nodded, took a deep breath, and said seriously, "It feels like she's preparing handcuffs, whips, and sex toys like dripping wax..."

Ichiki Natsumi stood still, her ahoge (cowlick) on her head also stopped moving.

"Cough cough cough cough—!"

Ichika Hoshika choked and coughed repeatedly: "What are you talking about, you brat?!"

"Ah... I was so rude. Even a frank exchange and sharing is way too much for the store manager."

Bai Ying sighed sadly, "Let me be alone, immersed in the worries, speculations, and tension about the unknown. After all, there are some situations that cannot be understood by others."

"climb!"

The store manager succinctly chased away the unruly customer, feeling that he was probably getting old and had actually started to think about giving the young man some pointers.

"what……"

Ichika Nijika snapped out of her daze and exclaimed in surprise, "Sister, he hasn't paid yet!"

……

……

I boarded the train and returned to Chiba from Tokyo empty-handed, as night had already fallen.

Bai Ying looked at Yukinoshita Haruno's unread message on her phone and couldn't help but sneer.

I've read your message but you haven't replied. I've been wandering around outside all day, and it's already 10 PM. Wednesday is almost over, let's see how long you can hold back before you speak.

I'll definitely read your message and not reply!

Bai Ying returned home with takeout in her hand. She quickly ate her dinner and then checked the time. A thought flashed through her mind.

Let's try again and avenge this defeat!

He opened the bedroom door, turned on the light, and was about to go to the balcony to retrieve the pajamas when he suddenly stood still, his face full of vigilance, his eyes fixed on the bed.

There was a blanket on the bed, a bulging blanket.

"Is this...?"

Bai Ying gasped, "Big brother! Is that you? Big brother!"

The blanket remained motionless.

"A brave warrior? Wasn't yesterday enough? Are you planning to press your advantage today?"

The blanket remained still.

"...I think we should rule out the aunt option."

The blanket remained motionless.

Sneak attack!

With lightning speed, the white figure reached out and yanked the blanket off the bed in one swift motion.

The woman, curled up on her side on the bed, was instantly revealed in the light. A thin, white gauze nightgown covered her body, and despite her curled-up posture, it accentuated her slender figure. Two smooth, rounded legs peeked out from beneath the hem of the nightgown, and her bare toes, with their neatly pressed nails reflecting the light, revealed clean, white crevices. Whether she had been asleep for an unknown amount of time or was pretending to be asleep, the woman, her face slightly flushed, trembled slightly as she slowly opened her eyes, meeting the wide eyes of the white figure.

"call……"

Bai Ying wiped her forehead lightly: "Thank goodness, I thought you weren't wearing anything at all."

"I'm definitely not wearing anything on top."

Yukinoshita's eyes crinkled slightly, her gaze wandering: "That jerk came back and went out again, and when he came back it was already so late... I guess I don't need to take another shower."

The white nightgown is made of a very silky material, with a subtle, hazy feel. It's as if you can see the other person's figure through the nightgown, but upon closer inspection, you can't see anything at all, just hitting a very delicate threshold.

"Uh..." Bai Ying's cheeks twitched slightly, and she raised her hand seriously, "Stop! Your appearance is already teetering on the edge of not passing censorship..."

"Cough cough, you jerk..."

Yukino Shino coughed lightly. The prepared speech she had prepared suddenly became impossible to recall during the somewhat unexpected wait. She simply gave up thinking too much and said casually, "I molded a part of myself into a mask for you... If you run away at a time like this, I'll be too ashamed to face anyone."

"Come, take a deep breath with me, there's no need to be competitive with the hero..."

"No."

"Okay, let's think about it again, Auntie..."

"I don't intend to break the agreement."

"So……"

"We're the only ones here."

Yukino returned Yukino's gaze with a straight look. She blinked slightly, loosened her hands that were curled up in her arms, and revealed a small bottle of lubricant.

Bai Ying: "..."

Yukinoshita Haruno put her hands away again, hid the things, and gestured towards the bathroom.

"I'm going to take a shower."

Bai Ying took off her pajamas and dashed out of the bedroom.

Yukinoshita lay on her side on the bed, blinked, and couldn't help but take a deep breath. The unfamiliar feeling rising and falling in her chest turned into an indescribable heat that climbed up her body.

Oh no, I can't seem to think rationally anymore... It's not just Yukino-chan, I can't help but get a little infatuated with this jerk.

True feelings and relationships are indeed like the taste of wine.

It has an indescribable strangeness, awkwardness, and unfamiliarity, yet it makes people more and more intoxicated without realizing it, unable to sort out their thoughts.

Soon, the lights were adjusted to a dim and hazy state. The white figure lay down on the bed, somewhat unaccustomed to it, and exchanged silent glances with Yukino Yukinoshita next to her.

"Hmm... there are some things that Yukino-chan can't do for you."

Yukino took a deep breath and slowly reached down to pull down the shoulder straps of her nightgown.

"You bastard...how about it?"

"This..."

Thank you, Bang Ying.

Bai Ying tried to remain calm, but found it had little effect. Her mind was filled with all sorts of thoughts, gradually squeezing out the space for normal thinking.

I still wanted to try and see how 9528 felt...

calm down.

Bai Ying closed her eyes, calmed herself down, and then opened them.

Sunny disappeared beneath the snow.

The lights went out inexplicably.

The bedroom was quiet, with only the sound of my own breathing.

What the hell?

Because the application was rejected, I was punished by being locked in a dark room?

A white shadow, disheveled in the wind.

Chapter Seventy-Four: Irreconcilable Enemies!

The dim lighting created a captivating sense of ambiguity.

The already mature and slender woman smiled as she pulled down the shoulder straps, using her alluring eyes to suppress the rising awkwardness and panic in her heart.

Watching her, who had also forgotten to open the packaging, and feigning composure while somewhat awkwardly tearing off the plastic, opening the bottle, and squeezing the clear, viscous liquid onto her hand, her eyes flickered with hesitation before she gently placed her hand against her chest. Perhaps it was the feeling of liking it that made the cool sensation even more pronounced, causing her to shiver and small, red bumps to appear on her fair skin.

I leaned against the headboard, feeling like I should do something, but also feeling that I should just watch, trying to read her feelings and soul from her eyes.

I vaguely realized that it is indeed difficult to make accurate judgments about things that I have not experienced or have long forgotten.

I have enough writing skills to describe a feeling I like—a skirt fluttering in spring, fair arms in summer, bright eyes in autumn, rosy cheeks in winter… I know how to write a story about someone liking another person, like cutting an apple into bite-sized pieces, savoring the subtle sweetness with the resistance of chewing, and swallowing it smoothly.

Creating a story is quite simple.

Because I've thought about what would happen if I fell in love with someone, and what would happen to me.

I know how to describe the stories I like.

I don't know how to define liking someone.

I tried to do something to express my liking, but I still couldn't fully grasp the fleeting scenery in her eyes.

A helping hand offered? Stories shared? Possessiveness? Anxiety about separation? Appreciation of each other's personalities? Intimate and ambiguous behavior?

I have all these things, but none of them can completely solve my troubles.

Perhaps, as part of the answer provided by Brave Plus suggests, it's precisely because we like each other that we need to consider each other's perspectives; the answers we seek are probably something we need to find together with them.

In a flash, I frantically thought, my gaze intently trying to gauge 9528's mood. Perhaps I was trying to confirm if she felt even the slightest bit uneasy, ready to stop the whole thing at any moment, but part of my gaze couldn't help but fall on her gently moving hands.

Raise the flag and salute.

Snow melts, clear streams let in spring light; crimson plum blossoms, red with blood, blush in the warm sun…

Before he could even come up with a complete, nonsensical poem, the other party was already prepared and slowly approached him with a very oppressive air.

From her slightly hazy and swaying eyes, one could vaguely sense that she was drunk.

I like 9528; it has a kind of wine-like feel to it.

Bai Ying tried hard to control her emotions, with thoughts of two minutes or something flashing through her mind every now and then.

In short! To wipe away this humiliation!

Then he lay on the bed, opened his eyes, and as if he had a blackout, missing the middle part of the context.

It was still the bedroom, and I was still wearing my pajamas. It was the same place all along.

My pants were pulled up, my previous aroused state went into hibernation, the gentle lights were turned off, and this was a different place.

After a moment's thought, Bai Ying realized that things were not so simple.

Could it be some incomprehensible force that skipped over what just happened? Like in a light novel where "one night passes," everything is over, 9528 is gone, and I, having exhausted myself, slept through an endless cycle of time?!

Could it be that this world doesn't allow direct sexual intimacy, hence the immediate blackout? But how does the hero explain that?!

Something's not right! Something's seriously wrong!

Bai Ying quickly took out her phone.

0:00:30……Wednesday……

Time is not a problem—yeah right!

The white figure suddenly pulled out a scroll he always carried from his bosom and opened it, instantly entering a secluded cliffside courtyard surrounded by bamboo forests. At the same time, he pulled out a sword from his pocket with his other hand.

He released some of his restraint, and energy mixed with white light in a purplish-red hue surged out, coalescing into the expressionless Assassin Queen.

"Did you activate Bites the Dust and blow up time?"

The Killer Queen did not react.

Something's not right. I'm not in despair. Could it be that Yoshikage Kira has finally figured out some way to tentatively activate Bites the Dust? But that doesn't seem right either. Given his steady yet mad style, if he were to actually launch an attack, he would definitely be confident in delivering a decisive blow.

Or have I already fallen for his trap, but haven't realized I'm dead yet?

Bai Ying pondered for a moment, then recalled the Assassin Queen.

"I have indeed changed a bit. Before, I thought that the day I trapped you together and died was the price and destiny for my rebirth. Now I'm a bit greedy. I hope to get rid of you and get rid of you... Look, Black Light, Nian, Xi, Chongyue, and my colleagues in the Crimson Troupe all know about your existence. I failed, and you can't escape either. An interesting world doesn't need someone as boring as you. Why don't you just commit suicide and try to be reincarnated?"

Bai Ying looked at the giant panda rolling around in the bamboo forest outside the courtyard and earnestly advised herself to die.

It clearly had no effect.

"Perverts always have a tenacious vitality like cockroaches."

The white figure blinked and left the painting, returning to the bedroom. Xi would probably be furious if she saw this—coming and going as she pleased, is my painting a public toilet?!

Strange, if it's not Killer Queen's Bites the Dust, then what could it be?

Puberty syndrome? It's possible. Da Xiangzi can use puberty syndrome to travel between the present and the future and observe various possibilities. It's not surprising that there's a puberty syndrome that can turn back time.

I don't know where that guy Blacklight has gone.

Tsk, who's trying to stop me? This is an irreconcilable feud!

Bai Ying pondered for a moment, then raised her hand and made a phone call to the regimental commander.