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Tiphon was imitating. She didn't know why she needed to do it, but she was willing to try in order to make Mochizuki Oboro happy.
Tiamat's indulgence and pampering knew no bounds. Even if Mochizuki Oboro pursued other things, her attitude would not change.
Eri... more than understanding, she felt helpless towards her family.
“See? We’re the best match.” Lilith smiled and shook hands with him.
[Strategy Progress Updates]
Lilith: 40%
Lilith's philosophy is to respect the other person's opinion, not to force any form of address, and not to force any relationship.
"Okay~ Let's keep this as a souvenir."
Lilith turned on her phone's camera: "No need for a group photo, just take one of your pictures."
"Photos? Then I have to take this seriously."
Mochizuki Oboro pushed up non-existent glasses and then quickly struck the signature pose of the manga character Joseph Joestar.
"JOJO pose?" Lilith was very supportive. "Why don't you just get a few more?"
Mochizuki Oboro naturally wouldn't refuse, and continued to perform several difficult poses, fully demonstrating her physical resilience.
Click. Click.
The sound of camera shutters clicking incessantly.
……
11:40 a.m.
Tifeng opened the 6①qi尹二八4俬扒悦/怡 mobile phone.
Lilith: The painting your boyfriend gave me~ Oh no, I love it so much, what should I do?
Tifeng: Frame it.
Tch. Why are the paintings given to her so excellent?
The more Typhon thought about it, the angrier he became. He opened another person's private chat window and started typing text with a pout.
Before she could press enter, Mochizuki Oboro sent her a photo.
It's a portrait of Typhon. The details and style are just as good as Lilith's.
"Wang Yuelong: A copy of a previous painting. I have some new inspiration now, please continue to be my model this afternoon."
Tifeng pressed the delete key and deleted all the text in the dialog box.
Tiphon: Okay.
In the end, only this message was sent.
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P.S.: There will be another chapter tonight. It's on Sajou Aika's QQ space ( ).
I'm also asking for votes at the beginning of the month. I'm asking for monthly votes, sword votes, and recommendation votes.
Chapter 91 0721 Miss Satsuki
What is the origin of life?
This is a question worth thinking about.
From the perspective of species continuation, the two most important things for a living organism are: living and reproducing.
Sajo Aika wholeheartedly agrees with this.
The instinctive urge to edit genes? The primal desires of every animal? She didn't want to delve into such profound topics; the joy in front of her was enough.
During the eavesdropping and tailing process, Aika Sajou had figured out most of Oboro Mochizuki's quirks and how to subtly use her charm.
Thinking about last night's dream, Aika Sajou's face flushed and her breathing became rapid.
As a master of tracking, Ms. Sajou was well aware that Mochizuki Oboro possessed the ability to open dreams.
The main characteristic of that special kind of dream is immersion, as if you are really in another world, and Aika Sajou's dream last night perfectly met this requirement.
In other words, the prince in the dream is himself, and every action he takes is a choice he makes while fully conscious.
Although she had no experience in real life, Ayaka Sajou had a very intense experience in her dream, feeling that it was incredibly close to reality.
Dreams are a reflection of reality. To round it off, Aika Sajou considers herself to have, in effect, possessed the prince.
There is still a distance between reality and dreams; to achieve your goal, you must take action.
But it's okay, everything will come to an end tonight.
Sajō Aika went to great lengths to get Mochizuki Oboro to agree to compromise, but the terms of the agreement were actually quite bland—at least that's what Sajō Aika herself thought.
In summary, Mochizuki Oboro is willing to help others relieve stress, but she will only do so through physical means and will never break the seal.
But that's okay. Emotions are reciprocal; once you get into a mood, your brain can no longer control you.
To achieve this result, Aika Sajou meticulously arranged various techniques in the room to induce specific emotions, ensuring that Oboro Mochizuki would absolutely not be able to resist once he entered; she was just afraid he wouldn't come in.
The agreed time was 6:30 pm.
Sajō Aika walked into the bathroom with a change of clothes and began to imagine the future a few hours from now.
The more she imagined it, the less she could control her body, and the hotter she became.
It's 5:30 now. There's still time, so it's okay to waste a little.
For some not-so-uncommon reasons, Ms. Saya lingered in the shower for half an hour before finally getting out at six o'clock sharp.
Saya Aika's legs felt weak, and she struggled to her feet. Standing in front of the mirror, she dried herself and carefully examined every inch of her skin.
To best evoke Oboro Mochizuki's specific emotions, Aika Sajou chose a unique outfit.
The close-fitting garment features a slightly openwork design, exuding an alluring charm.
It's a pity that Princess Taiping couldn't fill out the top; otherwise, it would have definitely created a synergistic effect.
Her perfectly proportioned, long legs were adorned with contrasting gradient glossy stockings—that's the confidence to set a question based on the answer key.
Then, Ms. Sajō Aika took out a temporary sticker. It was insoluble in water and would disappear automatically after a while.
The crimson Möbius strip and the short sword that cuts the two circles apart—yes, this is the pattern of Mochizuki Oboro's Command Seal.
Sadly, so much effort is put into the lower body, but there's nothing to do with the upper body.
There is a vast area for construction, but there is no way to conceal the barrenness.
In the end, Ms. Sajo could only helplessly take out the silk choker and put it around her neck as a token gesture.
The sky-blue kimono is what Ayaka Sajo wears as an outer garment. Although there are a range of choices, including swimsuits, gothic styles, latex suits, maid outfits, and fishnet clothing, she thinks choosing a more traditional one is also a good idea.
……
Wang Yuelong rang the doorbell.
The time is 6:25.
It's really hard to guess why Aika Sajou moved to the 7th school district; he just can't figure it out.
In less than ten seconds, Sajou Aika, dressed in a kimono, arrived at the door.
"Welcome home," Aika Sajou said with a smile. "Please come in."
[Skill "Intuition (C)" has been activated.]
No. I have a bad feeling.
"Oh dear, is Your Highness still hesitating?"
Saya Aika's eyes were practically piercing: "I remember last night's dream perfectly. You can come in and talk about it."
"Excuse me." Mochizuki Oboro paused for a few seconds before cautiously entering the room.
Sajou Aika adopted the demeanor of a virtuous wife: "You haven't eaten yet, have you? I've prepared a meal; please be sure to try some."
The interior decoration of the room is very ordinary. Nothing special.
Upon entering the living room, Aika Sajou, without mentioning her purpose, sat down next to Oboro Mochizuki and introduced, "These are all your favorite foods, but the seasoning may be slightly lacking."
There are no oysters or other energy-boosting items available.
You should know that in Ayaka Sajou, normalcy is the biggest oddity.
"Would you like a drink?" Ayaka Sajou asked gently. "Or would you like a regular beverage?"
"Soda will do." Mochizuki Oboro picked up her chopsticks and took out a slice of potato.
I observed the color and smelled the aroma, but I didn't put it in my mouth.
"Do you think I'll add some medicine?" Aika Sajou picked up her chopsticks. "Then I'll try it first."
...Even if there is medicine, will it really have any effect whether you take it or not? Mochizuki Oboro thought to herself.
Since things have come to this, there's no other way but to go ahead.
chew.
If we disregard the uncertainties and sensational elements, the taste alone is impeccable.
The intuition skill did not react to the food, so it should be edible.
……
The real show begins after dinner.
Sajou Aika led Mochizuki Oboro into the room and quietly began the incantation.
Based on the estimated time, the prince will most likely lose patience in ten minutes at the latest.
"Since that's the case, please come up with me." Sajō Aika patted the bed lightly.
Intuition is no longer a warning; it's like stabbing Mochizuki Oboro in the back with a small knife.
"How about we start with something warm-up?"
Sajou Aika moved closer to Mochizuki Oboro, untied the sash at her waist, and her kimono immediately became loose and could be easily taken off with a flick of her wrist.
"Just like we agreed at the beginning, I will fulfill your desires."
Mochizuki Oboro reminded her again: "But Ms. Sajou would be better off proceeding step by step. I hope that any further requests can be made at a later time."
It's not that I don't want to do it, I just want to postpone it a bit. Mochizuki Oboro doesn't think her words are too unreasonable.
"Miss Sajou? We're already here, don't you feel a bit distant?" Sajou Aika's focus was on the form of address.
"Love song?"
"That's it. My first wish will be a massage."
massage.
It sounds like just an ordinary word, but when Mochizuki Oboro noticed Sajou Aika's actions, she realized that things were not so simple.
Have you ever seen such a sight in real life?
"Yes."
"In that case, you may pick them yourself."
Sajou Aika moved her body into Mochizuki Oboro's arms. Because the sash had fallen off, her loose kimono slipped down slightly, revealing her left shoulder.
Her incredibly fair skin was as translucent and lovely as fresh tofu, with a soft touch; you could press right up to her bones with just a little pressure.
Mochizuki loosened her grip and noticed that the spot she had just pressed was slightly red.
The feedback is a bit too obvious. Most people wouldn't react much to being pressed like that.
At least Erise wouldn't. There's concrete evidence to support this.
A unique fragrance emanated from her shoulder, which was so close to mine, and her jade-like arms, now completely unhidden by the kimono, resembled the most exquisite works of art.
Her well-defined collarbones were exquisite and alluring; following the line of sight downwards, one could also see…
There's no tension whatsoever, leaving one utterly devoid of desire.
Although it is impolite to say this, Mochizuki Oboro felt that Ms. Sajou Aika had lost quite thoroughly in this regard, to the point that it would bring tears to the eyes of those who heard it and be saddened by those who saw it.