Honkai Impact 3rd, Paradise Typewriter isn't for making this kind of game.

"Well, although I feel a little bad for Mei-neechan, it's all for the sake of Natsumi-nii seeing even better works..."

Little Gretchen strengthened her resolve. She held up the drink that had just appeared on the canvas with both hands, stood on tiptoe, and tried her best to hand it to Aunt Mei beside her.

"Mei-neechan, thank you for picking me up just now~"

"By the way, Mei-nee must be exhausted after posing in the room for so long. Why don't you have a drink and rest for a bit? Make sure you finish it~ Don't let little Gretsch's kindness go to waste."

Gently stroking the top of the other person's head, Aunt Mei's expression showed a hint of doting affection.

Little Grey is a sensible and considerate child, but Aunt Mei, who accepted the drink, did not realize that Grey, who was stained with strange colors, was no longer the innocent little Grey she remembered.

Seeing Aunt Mei down her drink in one gulp, little Gretchen smiled knowingly. She knew that this way, the artwork she would create would surely satisfy her brother Xia Yuan.

"Mei-neechan, we've arrived!"

Just as Aunt Mei stepped into the washroom and was about to close the partition door, she discovered that little Gretchen had followed her in at some point. The space in each individual washroom cubicle was very small, barely enough to accommodate the two of them.

"That... little Gretsch?"

click-

With her back to Aunt Mei, little Gretchen didn't say a word, but slowly reached out her little hand and bolted the door in front of her.

"Sister Pado has completed her task; now it's your turn, Sister Mei..."

Gretchen picked up the drawing board with her little hands and carefully observed Aunt Mei's every move.

"Well, the door is now locked by Gretsch. If Xia Yuan were standing in the same spot as Gretsch right now, what kind of expression and actions would you have if you were Mei unable to leave?"

"Mr. Xia Yuan has appeared before me?"

If Xia Yuan really appeared in front of her, she would only treat him as a strange adult who secretly followed women into the bathroom, and then, amidst the tingling electric shocks, take Mr. Xia Yuan back to the Destiny headquarters to write a self-criticism and deeply reflect on her behavior. But right now, the person in front of her is Little Gretchen.

Regarding this...

Even though a strong bloating sensation suddenly came over my lower abdomen for some unknown reason.

Aunt Mei forced a gentle smile and said softly, "Um, little Gretchen, could you please leave for a moment so that I, Mei-neechan, can use the restroom?"

Little Gretchen shook her head and said softly:

"No, Mei-neechan, Gretsch can't let you leave here until she gets a satisfactory work. If you want to leave... you have to have the courage to treat me like Xia Yuan-nii-gege."

Xia Yuan, Xia Yuan.......

What exactly did you teach little Greta before you fell into a coma, that led to the current situation?

But right now, he's blocked by the only door in front of Little Grey and can't go out. If he doesn't go out... his body can't resist the constant swelling. Could it be because of the drink he drank?

Aunt Mei couldn't help but think more deeply. She didn't want to suspect little Gretchen, but her body was already exceeding its limits and was about to reach a critical point.

"Um... Little Gretchen, could you turn your back to your Mei-neechan for a moment? Mei-neechan will be done soon."

But Gretchen shook her head, her innocence tinged with a hint of seriousness, and said, "No, Mei-neechan, if I turn my back, I won't be able to draw what you look like and what your expression is like right now."

Aunt Mei gave a bitter smile.

She hadn't expected that just moments ago she would ignore Paddy's pleas for help, but now it was her turn to be in trouble. There was nothing she could do... Aunt Mei slowly raised her hand, but she still couldn't bring herself to knock out little Gretchen, let alone do it.

Chapter 375 Mei-neechan, Submit to Me!

Aunt Mei simply held onto the partition on one side of her body and slowly pulled down her black pantyhose, then relaxed her body as much as possible and slowly squatted down.

stare--

"Um... Little Gretchen, could you please stop staring at Mei-neechan like that?"

Although crouching down temporarily relieved some of the swelling in her body, at this moment her line of sight was now aligned with little Gretchen's—being stared at by little Gretchen's burning gaze at the same height was truly...

Little Gresh never expected that Mei, who initially seemed so aloof towards Xia Yuan, would show such a shy side. In an instant, inspiration flooded Little Gresh's mind.

finally......

The girl picked up her paintbrush and began creating a new illustration on the canvas.

Seeing that little Gretchen was immersed in the sea of ​​painting, her burning gaze softened somewhat.

She needed to expel the impurities from her body as much as possible while she could, but Aunt Mei then realized that no matter how hard she tried, the swelling in her body did not subside at all. Instead, it was like a rushing river invading her entire body from her lower abdomen.

Aunt Mei's expression gradually became dazed. She tried to stay conscious, but no matter how unwilling she was to believe it, the drink that little Gretchen had given her was inherently problematic.

With her question lingering, Aunt Mei finally couldn't help but ask, "Little Gretchen, what exactly was that drink you gave Mei-neechan?"

The drawing stopped, and little Greta gently bit the tip of the paintbrush with her lips, slowly speaking:

"Mei-neechan, that's a potion that Aunt Mebius developed specifically to deal with Alicia-neechan, because Alicia-neechan always likes to rummage through Aunt Mebius's wardrobe. I'm so sorry... but if we don't use this method, Mei-neechan won't cooperate with Gretchen."

"It's...it's okay, Mei-neechan doesn't mind."

Despite the strong upward pressure, Aunt Mei's will fought against her body, but she still managed to spare some strength to comfort Gretsch, whose little head was hanging low in front of her.

"Then Mei-neechan, please wait a moment. I will go and prepare the antidote for you. Until then, please wait here for me to return."

click -

The sound of the door bolt being opened.

Little Gretchen hurriedly ran out. It was indeed an excellent opportunity to escape, but her body could no longer support Aunt Mei walking back to her own residence.

Call Bronya for help? Don't be ridiculous...

If I go to see Bronya looking like this, I don't know how much she'll laugh at me. In the worst case, she might even make a video of it and keep it to laugh at her Mei sister for the rest of her life. I should just try to be patient until Little Gretsch goes to get the antidote.

at the same time--

Little Gretchen, who was supposed to be searching for the antidote, stopped in her tracks the moment she closed the cubicle door. Using the soft sound of the door closing, she quietly opened the cubicle to the right of Aunt Mei.

At some point, a portrait resembling Xia Yuan and a bottle of medicine had appeared on her easel.

Little Gretchen seemed to understand something—

If Brother Xia Yuan hadn't appeared in front of Sister Mei in person, Sister Mei would never have revealed her true self and changed her expression. I wonder if my drawing of Brother Xia Yuan is accurate enough to fool Sister Mei.

Little Gretchen placed the painting outside the cubicle. Xia Yuan, outlined in vibrant colors on the canvas, seemed to come alive and slowly walked out of the painting. However, he observed everything around him blankly and did not react to Little Gretchen in front of him. He simply waited quietly for the creator to give him instructions.

It still didn't work...

The figures depicted in my own painting cannot possess a true soul. If Brother Xia Yuan were here right now, he would be very happy to pick up Gretchen. I hope that Sister Mei will not see through this portrait of Brother Xia Yuan.

Little Grey knocked on the cubicle and whispered, "Mei-neechan, I brought the antidote~"

But after calling out, little Gretchen tiptoed to the right-hand stall, stood on the edge of the toilet, and leaned over the partition, secretly peeking out to observe Aunt Mei's every move below.

"That's great... Little Gretchen, could you please pass the antidote to Mei-neechan from the outside?"

When Aunt Mei heard that the antidote had been brought back, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. However, after a long time, she still did not hear any response or movement from little Gretchen outside the door.

"Little Gretchen? Are you outside?"

Out of concern, Aunt Mei called out again, but there was no response from outside the door.

Thinking of Dr. Mebius, who was [dark, writhing, twisting and crawling] in the room, and worried that little Gretchen might be in danger, Aunt Mei suppressed the bloating in her lower abdomen, leaned on the partition, and tried to go outside to check on the situation.

The cubicle door wasn't closed properly.

It was just a gust of wind blowing by the window, and unable to resist its gentle caress, with a hissing sound, the cubicle slowly opened, revealing to Aunt Mei what lay before her...

"Mr. Xia Yuan?!"

Looking at Xia Yuan, who was standing motionless in front of her, Aunt Mei's eyes revealed a hint of panic.

Didn't I just visit Paddo this morning?

Logically, Mr. Xia Yuan should still be lying in bed, unable to move. According to the two doctors and Bronya, he won't fully wake up for at least another week...

Could it be that Mr. Xia Yuan woke up prematurely? But why is he here?

More and more questions filled Aunt Mei's mind. Right now, this person was undoubtedly the last person she wanted to see, but she had more important things to ask him. Suppressing her shyness, Aunt Mei asked:

"Mr. Xia Yuan... have you seen little Greta?"

But the Xia Yuan in front of him was like an empty shell without a soul. He seemed not to hear Aunt Mei's voice. He just lifted his feet and approached her step by step. Just now, his creator had given him instructions.

[Approach Mei-neechan and corner her in the cubicle.]

Looking at the footprints covered in colorful paint on the pure white floor outside the cubicle, Little Gretchen knew that her painting of Brother Xia Yuan was nearing its limit and was about to revert to its most primitive state of paint.

Chapter 376 That's the look on your face, Mei-neechan!

Aunt Mei also noticed something unusual about the man in front of her, Mr. Xia Yuan.

However, she didn't think about it any deeper, and her body subconsciously took a step back towards the back of the cubicle.

But she tripped over something and lost her balance. At that moment, the swelling in her lower abdomen reached its peak, causing her to groan softly.

tick-

As the soft sound of water droplets falling on the pure white floor mingled with the flickering of electricity within the cubicle, a burst of light, like the chirping of a thousand birds, emanated from the room.

"Mr. Xia Yuan, would you like to experience what it feels like to be on the verge of death?"

Aunt Mei's eyes revealed a hint of gloom and murderous intent, and she even temporarily broke through the influence of the potion from Mebius.

"That's right, that's the look, Mei-neechan~"

"This disgust reveals a hint of aversion, and the aversion reveals a murderous intent. The murderous intent conceals the shyness deep in her heart. As expected, only when you see Brother Xia Yuan, Sister Mei, can you vividly express and reveal this."

Little Gretchen was very excited to see this.

Her little feet swung back and forth above the partition, and inspiration flowed freely, finding complete satisfaction in that moment.

Sitting on the upper shelf, Greta was carefully sketching the content on the canvas with her paintbrush. However, she was so immersed in the sea of ​​painting that she completely ignored the sound below that sounded like a whip cracking. Each crack would send sparks and colorful paint flying in all directions.

Snapped--

Even under the influence of the medicine, Aunt Mei still retained a sliver of rationality.

She didn't use her familiar katana; she just wanted the other person to experience the taste of the electric whip and suffer some physical pain. Only in this way would the other person understand what places and areas men should be prohibited from entering.

Aunt Mei seemed to have managed to temporarily suppress the effects of Dr. Mebius's potion by using the electric current flowing through her body. However, when Xia Yuan dissolved into colorful paint on the floor under the influence of the current, Aunt Mei mistakenly thought that she was hallucinating under the influence of the drug.

"Why did the lightning element strike on Mr. Xia Yuan's arm cause his body to disintegrate like paint? I clearly held back..."

A question began to arise deep within Aunt Mei's heart.

finally--

When Aunt Mei's concentration wavered and she started to let her mind wander...

Her mental defenses also quietly relaxed at this moment, and the attack of the potion became even more fierce and aggressive than before.

The sound of flowing water, like a babbling brook, accompanied the pantyhose sliding down onto the floor.

Her body could no longer hold on, and she collapsed weakly onto the floor. In the instant before she closed her eyes, she vaguely saw a pair of bare little feet slowly walking towards her step by step.

"Gresh... little Gresh?"

"It's me, Mei-neechan. Gretchen was very satisfied with the scene just now. This is the antidote I got from Aunt Mebius."

Little Gretchen showed the antidote in her hand, but Aunt Mei was already unable to speak due to the effects of the medicine. Little Gretchen broke the stopper of the medicine bottle and slowly poured the medicine into her mouth.

"Knight, please help me take Mei-neechan home."

Behind little Gretsch, a knight silently appeared, floating in the air and protecting her. He carried Aunt Mei, who had fallen to the ground, on his shoulder and walked out of the washroom with little Gretsch.

For the next week, none of the other residents of the Golden Courtyard knew the whereabouts of little Greta and Aunt Mei...

Time quietly slipped into the dead of night—

After a long day at the company, working late into the night, Sakura dragged her tired body back to her apartment. She touched her long ears and sighed deeply, saying, "This job is really tough these days..."

What kind of work could make Sakura, who was once one of the "Twelve Heroes," sigh and feel so tired?

Sakura leaned against the wall of the apartment corridor and slowly made her way to the bathroom. She needed to quickly wash herself. Tomorrow, she needed to be at the company before six o'clock. A mountain of approvals awaited her. At seven o'clock, she had to attend a staff meeting. At eight o'clock, she had to listen to the board meeting. At ten o'clock, she had to meet with clients to discuss matters. At twelve o'clock, she still had to... She couldn't even squeeze out time for meals and a lunch break.

Unexpectedly, her current job is even more demanding than when she was working at Moth of Fire. Sakura felt an indescribable sense of exhaustion.

At least in the past... she only needed to carry out orders from higher-ups, Dr. Mei, handle events related to the Honkai, and eliminate Honkai Beasts and zombies. Beyond that, she didn't need to interact with many people. But now...

She cannot fully integrate into the current era.

"Rin...can I really fit in here?"

Sakura was muttering to herself, but as a junior leader and a pillar of the company, she still had a lot of big and small matters to deal with and resolve tomorrow.

But when Sakura entered the bathroom and saw the colorful paint splattered everywhere, her long ears on her head twitched involuntarily. What on earth had happened? So much paint! Had something happened to little Greta?

Sakura couldn't help but worry about little Gretchen's safety.