Something's wrong, they're not NPCs?

Chapter 344 Bastard, what are you going to do with me? !

11 month 13 day.

morning.

['Parasite' world is now open]

[Difficulty: High]

[For the first time, players will start a trial of difficulty above 'Intermediate'. Important instructions are as follows. (Optional skip)]

Has it really been changed to a high difficulty level?

Su Ming didn't skip it. He just felt An Shiyao's little movements...

Enemies are caused by difficulty?

You shouldn't back down at this time, just think as you did before... you have to do it no matter how difficult it is.

It is impossible to become strong and truly fearless, and at the same time always be at ease. It is like when I just graduated and started working, my boss told me that I could have two days off a week, but I could only get 5000k for the original salary of 8000-5 because of the lack of overtime pay. If you need money, you have to spend more time.

However, office workers often get disproportionate rewards for their efforts. In comparison, the Dream Game is very conscientious.

[1: Players usually do not get the best gaming experience when playing at a high difficulty level or above.]

【2: There is a chance that the player's ability will be restricted. 】

【3: Players usually need to complete tasks in a more complicated way. 】

[4: More rules To ensure the player experience, players will need to enter the trial to experience it step by step... Players are welcome to provide feedback. The final right of interpretation belongs to Dream Game. ]

【Do you enter "Parasite" immediately? 】

【…】

Su Ming felt like cursing.

Since you didn't skip it, why don't you explain it one by one?

As for providing feedback… do you want to read what it is talking about? From the beginning to the end, what is there to click on in the Dreaming game? Feedback? Add a sentence after the feedback that all interpretation rights are up to the game. Even if there is a feedback button, it can only be regarded as someone suing me, right?
[After 00:09:56, the default selection will be "Yes"]

[After 00:09:56, the auxiliary NPC 'Miusheer Eliza' will be locked]

【…】

But, you still have to go in.

If I don't go, even if the matter in 2067 is resolved... there is still the goddess. Although she is far away.

And there is also the matter of Xiaoye.

Who knows if one day the entity Xia You is talking about will suddenly become unhappy and do something.

"..."

Does An Shiyao think that she has already started?
She lay on his chest, not doing anything special... just pressing her face against it, exhaling a sweet breath.

Theoretically speaking, even if it is a nightmare-level difficulty, as long as the reward is to become a 'God' directly, you will go, right?

There should be no pressure at all.

To put it bluntly, if things are not going well, you can just complete the second task and leave. Usually the most difficult task is the third one.

Being a staff member is right.

At least An Shiyao can be more generous than a businessman. Maybe she can get along well with those alien species. If she can do some research, for example, her own ** can make the blood of succubi and vampires purer, is there any way to make them better?

At worst, Aunt Eliza has the ability to bless other people's bloodlines. When Xia Ye comes back, I can try to start from that aspect.

The one aspect is all finished.

At least in other places... Su Ming thought, any improvement is good. And this is what An Shiyao mentioned before, saying that she felt inferior because of her weakness.

So, the face lying on my chest raised its face, but its body was still pressing on me. Did it want to say something?

"Mr. Su Ming."

"What do you like about me?"

Which one do you like?
That's too much. Black silk stockings, baby cafeteria, ahem... Of course, apart from the figure. More and more gentle or the attributes of a wife that only I can see and possess...

"Yours...all of them. I like them all."

"You too?"

"right……"

"..."

I could feel her drum pressing against my stomach, and it felt like things were going to get worse.

【Yes】

I can't wait any longer. If I wait any longer, 6 minutes won't be enough. I'm afraid I'll end up in a strange state even in my dreams.

"You know, when I ask 'Do you want me' and you answer 'Yes'..."

Are you feeling lonelier or nostalgic this time than before?

Forget it.

We'll talk about everything after this trial is over.

First try to turn your 'enemy' into at least a 'friend'.

[Entering the 'Parasite' world]

11 month 13 day.

in the afternoon.

Windsor Castle.

"Your Highness Eliza, it's almost dark."

The maid walked into the bedroom calmly and looked at Mu Xueer who was still worrying about which dress to choose in front of the dressing mirror.

"You've been changing your clothes this morning, but you don't plan to go out?"

"..."

"Strange, I haven't received any news that Master Plato will come here. Could it be that... you are planning to pretend to date another man to stimulate Master Plato to come here immediately?"

"?"

"Well... I am just guessing. And I sincerely advise you that even if you need Master Plato again because of your pregnancy, this method is absolutely not advisable."

"Do you take me for an idiot?"

"..."

The maid just stood there, laughing.

"It's just Plato. If I just type two words, he will come to Windsor Castle immediately. I just don't want to do that."

"Oh. I believe every word you say."

"Humph."

Miao Xueer looked in the mirror at the black dress with a red agate pendant on her chest...

"Hey, do you think... men like to reminisce?"

"Master Plato?"

"…Why do you have to mention his name in every sentence?!"

"Because you are changing clothes for Master Plato, and you have not made a decision since this morning. There is no doubt that the man you are talking about is Master Plato."

"..."

Miao Xueer's cheeks felt hot for a moment, but she soon calmed down.

Anyway, it's not the first or second time that the maids will catch me doing something more embarrassing than changing clothes for a day. It doesn't matter.

"Would he like to reminisce? This... The first time I saw him, he was wearing a dress similar to this one."

"My grandmother told me that you lived more than 700 years ago. Did society already have high-shine black stockings more than 700 years ago?"

"..."

"Were there shiny black high heels more than seven hundred years ago? Rather than asking whether Master Plato would like to reminisce, it would be more accurate to say that you are asking whether Master Plato would feel the contrast between the memories and the unique image after becoming your wife, and thus would be unable to help but show that he is firmly attracted by your charm."

"Yes, yes, so what? Besides...it existed seven hundred years ago."

"Eh?"

This time the maid was really surprised.

How could socks and high heels with such craftsmanship exist more than 700 years ago?
"Anyway! Just tell me...will it be charming?"

Noticing Mu Xueer's evasive and shy look, the maid probably understood.

what.

That should be the case. At that time, the arrogant Princess Eliza would finally stop being so arrogant and say to Master Plato, "Hey, whatever you want... I can give it to you." Then Master Plato would say directly, "I want you to wear something." Then Princess Eliza would be very shy and curse a few words... By the evening, she would have already dressed and would sit there waiting.

Hey.

When I thought about how Lady Eliza would act in front of Lord Plato, I couldn't help but want to be there and join in. For example, I could say, "Lady Eliza, if you don't say anything, Lord Plato will be eaten by me, okay?"

In that case, will the lovely and insincere Princess Eliza be anxious and run around in circles, or will she finally be unable to resist and push me aside and declare that Master Plato is his? Just thinking about it makes me excited.

"Hey, I'm asking you! Is this okay?"

"Hehe, I think... as long as Her Highness Eliza considers it carefully, Lord Plato will keep an eye on it no matter what."

"I don't want to hear this... This is important!"

"Then you can consider cutting the hem of your skirt into a slit and making it shorter. At least it can show your ankles. Then Lord Plato will be able to tell at a glance what you are wearing underneath."

"Huh? I asked someone to copy this dress many times, and it took a lot of effort to make it look almost the same as it is now... How much effort do you think I put in? How could I destroy it just for Plato!"

"..."

"Okay, you, you get out! Help me to turn down any tasks before tomorrow noon. I have something important to do."

"..."

The maid went out as she was told.

Close the door.

I didn't leave the door, and sure enough... within a few minutes I heard the sound of scissors carefully cutting through fabric.

What is the important thing?

Did she change into such a gorgeous outfit just to have a video call with Lord Plato?
Princess Eliza, who normally wouldn't even look at any member of the opposite sex for an extra second, could do this for the man she loved.

If anyone knew about this, the Queen would not be able to do it.

"Clap."

The maid already knew exactly what era the grandmother came from. When she saw the grandmother again, she would naturally be very respectful. Respect from the bottom of her heart.

Because this person is the same as recorded in the book, even older than Mu Xueer, and was one of the pioneers who first led the transformation of the vampires and succubi.

"You must have known that, right?"

"In order to improve the bloodline of our kind, at least from the current point of view, the bloodline is the most complete batch. We need to combine with him. Even if you don't like it."

"Ever since I knew who Lord Plato was and what his relationship with Her Highness Eliza was, I have been prepared at all times."

"...In fact, the family motto that requires self-sacrifice can be abolished according to the current world rules."

“…I hope you won’t abolish it.”

"is it?"

"..."

Facing her grandmother, Aisha's unsurprised expression, the maid smiled.

"I hope to serve Her Highness Eliza forever, and...if Lord Plato needs me, I am always ready to serve you."

"Lady Aisha, I actually grew up...reading family books and listening to the stories of Master Plato."

11 month 13 day.

in the afternoon.

It was already completely dark.

Miao Xueer changed into a black dress and started choosing pantyhose.

“This is too bouncy…”

"This is a bit too bright..."

"Would it be better if it was white?"

"..."

Why is it not enough to change a man's clothes for the whole day, but you have to change his socks at the end for a man's XP?

Bare feet is not okay?

How could a mere Plato dare to say that his feet were unattractive without socks?
He has neither the flexibility of a businessman nor the immaturity of a little guy... Not to mention that the other guys are either drums or baby canteens...

"Ah... so annoying."

In the end, Mu Xueer changed into black pantyhose that was most similar to the ones she wore more than 700 years ago. Her high heels were also similar to the ones she wore before.

"Humph... How dare you say this almost one-to-one reproduction isn't cute!"

"..."

Lying in bed, he was not sleeping, but waiting for the "dream" Su Ming was talking about.

I didn't agree happily right away, but waited for him to finish, thought for a while, and hung up the phone.

When he was sure that he had become anxious, he called back and said that he had finished his work and could reluctantly go and take a look.

The maid didn't understand at all. She said she was the one who was in a hurry. What did she, a cook, know?
This is the most advanced fishing on the Internet, playing hard to get! How could I be anxious? Plato must be thinking, why did Xueer, who is always easy to talk to, suddenly hang up the phone? Is she going to be rejected?
When he had this thought again, he suddenly agreed reluctantly... I didn't ask for gratitude from him. But I would definitely feel that he was very considerate of me for taking time out of his busy schedule to study dreams.

Then, taking advantage of the fact that I’m pregnant...I’ll ask him to call me master next time.

"..."

Thinking of this, Miao Xueer's face suddenly froze.

Really, I am the one being hooked, right?
Why did we say so much but there was no phone call when the time came to start?

Owner……

I was lured into shouting shamefully by him when I was confused, but I never won against him! Even if he held my feet, I was still high above him, and at most we were equals... I never squatted.

and so.

Why is there still no information?
When does it start? It's less than 12 o'clock in the snow country, so it should be at Windsor Castle...

【You have been selected】

The mechanical sound that suddenly rang in her mind scared Miao Xueer and she trembled.

Then I realized belatedly that it was the "dream" that Su Ming was talking about.

idiot.

There has been no call until now... Has the soul been seduced away by the businessman again?

Forget it.

Anyway... well, if what he said next is true, then no one will know... we can date secretly for a long time. And we don't have to worry about delaying government affairs.

[Entering...]

As her consciousness became increasingly dizzy, Miao Xueer also tried to actively relax her body.

She stared at the high heels on the quilt. She had never worn heels this high before... at least 8 centimeters high.

Would it be too obvious?
I want to be praised... I shouldn't wear socks. That's more obvious, it's just to cater to his XP.

Well……

But, but!
It's already like this, if you dare not be interested... don't take a few more glances. I'll cut him off. Humph.

If he looks at it intently and is very interested... then forgive him for letting his soul be seduced away by the merchant and temporarily forgetting his own affairs.

This is a carefully chosen day... idiot. It can only be because of people like you... that this happens.

You must look carefully and clearly. Then praise it...

I don’t know what month and day it is.

[You have entered the 'parasite' world]

[You become the player's right hand. You will remain in this state until you give up the task or the player completes the trial.]

[Current Task: Within the specified time, you will provide the player with more physical strength and magic power. You need to maintain the current state and not be discovered by the player.]

But Miao Xueer knew that her current condition was not right.

Why...is it his hand?

What are you scratching?

This smell!

"This place...a city?"

Although she didn't know what Su Ming was talking about, Miao Xueer felt that she was being used. She was tickled several times.

"That's weird, why are the pants a little bit..."

"Could it be that Yao has done something to keep the clothes in that state, one-to-one ratio?"

"never mind."

"Since I'm here, I might as well borrow a pair of pants from a fellow villager and follow the local customs."

"..."

Miao Xueer was easily seduced by Su Ming's aura, but only when she was also aroused.

Instead of the current situation where a hand is used as a rag for tactical position adjustment and casual wiping.

Can't speak.

Not visible either.

But his sense of touch and smell seemed to be sharper than usual. He could even easily sense that what Su Ming found in his pocket was a cigarette.

and so.

I spent a whole day carefully preparing the dress, a dress with a short skirt and a slit that revealed my thighs wrapped in black stockings... and the 8cm high heels that twisted my ankle whenever I walked and could easily sprain my ankle.

I feel like being asked to stand on tiptoes again would definitely be awkward... cute or something.

What is it now?
Why am I a hand?

Didn't we treat it as a date, a date that's safe and fun?
"This can't be Yao's..."

"After helping me... I felt a little lonely indeed. Why don't you take advantage of me starting the trial 0721?"

"..."

Just say that the breath is impure.

The reason why I didn't call or send a message is...

and many more!

What are you going to do with yourself? Where are you going to put it?

No.

Please, Plato... Master, you are screaming in such humiliation again!
No!

Never smell her scent like this, woo, don't treat me as your right hand, I'm not your right hand!
Idiot! Die! Go to the guillotine and die a hundred times!!!

It’s over.

I can't think of this as a sweet memory in this life. Plato... You'd better believe what I say later. I have never been in the dream you mentioned. If you don't believe it... I will die again after watching your head fall off. According to the reincarnation in the book I read in Windsor Castle, you will be my servant in the next life.

"..."

asshole!

Don't press the lighter! It feels weird!

"?"

"Hands... don't obey my commands? Difficult?"

"..."

"illusion?"

"..."

Idiot...what on earth is going on?

Why does the mere action of pressing the lighter make the drum feel... weird?

If I, Eliza Mussel, would be fine just for a lighter.

It would be better to die.