She didn't know how many times she'd orgasmed yesterday. Chisato couldn't remember clearly.
Anyway, she'd been making love with him in the living room all afternoon, immersed in the joy of ascending to heaven, unable to extricate herself. She'd eaten something in a hurry at night, and while showering in the bathroom, he'd pressed her against the wall a few more times...
To put it simply—he was a beast!
Too crazy!
When Chisato finally returned to the bedroom, her consciousness was dazed and unclear. Did that ferocious beast continue to drag her into doing it... She didn't know. Anyway, she slept very deeply that night.
When she woke up, dazzling sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, shining on the cherry blossom-like hair at the head of the bed. Beneath the thin quilt lay a delicate body.
Slender arms and round shoulders protruded from the bed—somewhat attractive. Plump breasts and smooth skin continued downward, covered in hickey marks. It showed how fierce yesterday's battle had been.
'Is it morning already?'
After waking, Chisato picked up her phone from the bedside. Seven thirty in the morning? This was the first time she'd slept so late. "There's still an hour until morning class... Where are you—Mu Xiaoxiao?"
Only then did she realize the space beside her was empty. She lay alone on the big bed. The room was empty. She felt relieved as she lifted the quilt—but no one appreciated the enticing spring scenery.
"Mu... Mu Xiaoxiao?"
Clutching her chest, she went out. The living room was also quiet. Sharp-eyed Chisato noticed Mu Xiaoxiao's uniform was missing. "Went to school?"
She lowered the hands covering her soft breasts, leaving her most private parts exposed. The girl looked at herself in the mirror. Her skin, seemingly delicate enough to break, was pink. Her cheeks were rosy, her face radiant.
A satisfied look of being well-fed.
'So I'm alone at home.' Chisato murmured to herself with a complicated expression. She put on her clothes and stared blankly at herself in the mirror, thinking about how she'd catered to him like a housewife yesterday. All kinds of embarrassing scenes replayed in her mind.
The shameful pictures were unsightly, making her face hot. But she quickly bit her lips in confusion, her expression flickering, making it difficult to discern her inner thoughts.
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Washed up. Went out——
"Good morning, Chi-chan~"
An old friend as always, Makoto patted her shoulder with a small hand, startling Chisato as she stepped into the classroom. Her tense body trembled. Only when she saw it was her good friend did she calm her nerves.
"Good morning, Makoto."
She greeted her friend, but her eyes drifted to Mu Xiaoxiao's seat. She found he'd come to school first. Now he lay on the table—she didn't know what he was doing. Maybe resting?
"Chisato, where did you go yesterday afternoon?" Makoto whispered to her friend. "I didn't see you in class yesterday afternoon. Did something happen?"
"No, no..."
Chisato was still looking at Mu Xiaoxiao. She noticed another girl standing before him as he lay on the table—a beautiful silver-haired, red-eyed gyaru. It was Kisaragi Anna, who'd fought with him yesterday.
Kisaragi Anna, who was always disgusted by boys in class—why had she approached Mu Xiaoxiao again? What were they talking about? Chisato pricked up her ears, wanting to hear, but couldn't.
Himemiya Makoto beside her, however—
"Chisato? Chi-chan?"
"Ah, I'm really fine. I just went home for something yesterday." Chisato waved quickly.
"Is that so? But I think you've been in low spirits these past two days, always absent-minded." Himemiya Makoto waved her hand before her friend. Chisato grabbed her wrist and laughed.
"Really? You're seeing things, right?"
"I'm definitely not wrong. And... I don't know if it's an illusion, but I always feel Chisato has been paying attention to Mu Xiaoxiao. You keep looking at him, right?"
Swish.
Chisato blushed. She hadn't expected her friend to be so perceptive. She quickly shook her head—shook it vigorously. "No! You must have seen wrong!"
She returned to her seat and sat upright, not daring to look in Mu Xiaoxiao's direction again. But she still cared about the faint conversation coming from there.
While dealing with Himemiya Makoto, she pricked up her ears.
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[♡: 8]
'It feels like my body's been squeezed dry—not a single drop left.' Mu Xiaoxiao lay on his arms, seemingly resting. But in fact... he was resting, while also checking his status window.
Eight hearts. That meant eight penetrations yesterday.
It didn't sound exaggerated—after all, they say seven times a night, eight is just one more. But only through actual experience did he know: eight times... this was truly terrible!
His attributes weren't numerically weird. Ten points of physique equaled a normal adult man's value. He'd only rested briefly yesterday after being overdrawn the day before, then gone another eight rounds.
How should he put it? He was lucky not to be dead.
But there was no helping it. Seeing the growing love energy was still satisfying.
Whether adding these red hearts to attributes or learning skills—'Based on my current attributes, three to four times a day won't affect my health. The limit is eight times. Doesn't matter if my body's overdrawn—it's all for strength.'
It would be quick to reach twenty hearts. Mu Xiaoxiao felt he should wait.
[Meditation] was a good skill. Save up?
"Hey, Mu Xiaoxiao!"
He looked up from the crook of his arm. Kisaragi Anna stood before him, arms folded, staring down condescendingly. "You actually ran off after lunch break yesterday? Do you know I was looking for you all afternoon?"
"Looking for me?"
Mu Xiaoxiao was so weak he didn't even want to raise his head. "What does this gyaru want from me?"
"You—"
Kisaragi Anna's face flushed. She frowned at him for a long moment, reddening slightly. "Yesterday... that... come outside and talk!"
Her physical abnormalities yesterday—this kind of topic wasn't good to discuss in the classroom.
"Why go out? Can't you say it here?"
"You're so annoying! Just come out when I say so!" How could a gyaru be gentle? Especially a white-haired gyaru like Kisaragi Anna, who'd always been arrogant.
"Not going." Didn't she see how tired he was? Mu Xiaoxiao couldn't even be bothered to move. His eyes roamed over Kisaragi Anna's delicate body twice. Normally, he'd tease her—but not today.
Today, he'd been completely drained.
"You—you bastard!"
The gyaru's breath caught. Her volume increased. She reached out to grab Mu Xiaoxiao. "You're too arrogant! Hurry up and follow me—huh?"
Bam!
She pushed Mu Xiaoxiao against the wall.
'W-What happened? My body—my body's out of control again! It feels the same as yesterday!'
'Though I'm weak, that doesn't mean I can't control you.' Mu Xiaoxiao smiled inwardly, but outwardly pretended to be surprised. "Kisaragi... what are you doing?"
"Teaching you a lesson! For treating me so badly!"
Not only was her body out of control—her words were wrong too.
And that burning sensation from yesterday... it was back!
No matter how turbulent Kisaragi Anna's thoughts were, in others' eyes, it looked like this gyaru was sitting on Mu Xiaoxiao's lap, reaching out to lift his chin, cheeks flushed, atmosphere ambiguous.
The classroom fell silent. Everyone stared.
"No way... are Kisaragi Anna and Mu Xiaoxiao in that kind of relationship?" Himemiya Makoto had just spoken when she suddenly noticed her good friend Chisato's strangeness. Chisato was frowning deeply.