My wife is the stand-in.

"You should have said that sooner, you idiot!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Amanosaki choked on a mouthful of popcorn stuffed into his collar, his eyes rolling back in his head. He grabbed Icarus's slender waist and leaned back.

The two of them slid off their seats, knocking over all the snack buckets.

Icarus grabbed Amanosaki by the collar and kept stuffing popcorn and potato chips into his arms.

Amanosaki continued to resist, gripping Icarus's waist with both hands, his ten fingers displaying the dexterity of a world-class pianist as he kneaded Icarus's soft flesh.

"Wait... No! That's a foul!... Pfft... Pfft hahaha!"

Icarus's cheeks were flushed with a bright red, clearly visible even in the dim light of the only source of the film's projection.

Like an apple frozen and covered with a thin layer of frost, it is plump and crisp, so ripe that you want to take a bite.

She bit her lip, covered Amanosaki's mouth with her hand, trying to stop herself from laughing while continuing to stuff popcorn into his mouth, looking like she wanted to make Amanosaki burst from stuffing himself.

The girl's red lips were gently bitten by her pearly teeth, forming a smooth, rounded curve, like a bright red Ferrari, which would make any man unable to look away.

Her eyes were glistening with tears, her corners were slightly narrowed, her gaze was darting around, and she wore a fake serious expression, trying hard to suppress her laughter. Her breathing became heavy under Amanosaki's finger movements.

Amanosaki stiffened his neck and swallowed the popcorn Icarus stuffed into his mouth, then turned his head and bit her palm, his tongue, still containing bits of popcorn, gently licking the girl's cool, smooth palm and between her fingers.

The soft tip of his tongue and the coarse popcorn crumbs created two distinct tactile sensations, and a strange electric current burned Icarus's fingers, causing them to tremble uncontrollably.

His hands climbed up along the curve of Icarus's waist, reaching under Icarus's armpits, and began to gently tickle him.

Icarus pulled his hands away, clamped his arms around the body, and completely lost control, falling straight onto Amanosaki while bursting into laughter.

She tried to break free from Amanosaki, but found that she had been holding Amanosaki's waist with her legs to control him, and now Amanosaki had taken advantage of the moment she pulled her legs back to lock her in place.

Now there's no way to break free.

Amanosaki sat up abruptly, grinning mischievously as he continued tickling, asking, "Did you give in?"

"Hahaha, you disagree? Hahaha! What kind of hero are you, trying to tickle me? Hahaha!"

Icarus laughed uncontrollably, pointing at Amanosaki's belly: "You've got a beer belly, hahaha, that's hilarious!"

Amanosaki looked down and saw that his shirt was full of popcorn and fries, bulging out in a large chunk around his stomach.

"My beer belly?"

Amanosaki got angry and ripped open his shirt, spilling the pile of snacks all over Icarus. Underneath the shirt were Amanosaki's well-defined six-pack abs.

With his excessive exercise and nutrition intake over the past few days, his body is making a great leap towards perfection.

Amanosaki scooped up Icarus and pressed her into the soft chair, resting his head on the girl's shoulder, biting her plump earlobe, his voice hoarse:

"I'll show you the power of my six beer bellies!"

The hot lips traveled down her neck, and Icarus's face grew increasingly red. Her eyes were glazed over, and her breath was hot and spicy. Her hands were held by Amanosaki, and she gripped them helplessly.

She suddenly straightened her chest, her breathing became rapid, and her eyes stared blankly at the screen.

The documentary is showing a scene where a male tiger has successfully wooed a female tiger, and the large, robust creature is affectionately rubbing against her.

The tigress lay gently beside the male tiger, who, following his ancient instincts, tenderly bit the tigress's nape.

Amidst the melodious roars of the two tigers, life ushered in a great harmony.

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About ten minutes after the movie ended, the ticket checker waited for two disheveled guests.

Icarus buried her face in Amanosaki's shoulder, her emerald green hair obscuring her rosy cheeks.

Amanosaki wrapped his arm around her waist, gently guiding the girl, who was leaning half her body against him.

Both men were covered in crushed popcorn and potato chips, looking as if they had just robbed a snack factory and rolled around on the assembly line countless times.

Amanosaki left with Icarus under the strange gaze of the waiter.

Feeling the strange looks from all around, Icarus wished he could disappear into the ground.

She bit Amanosaki's shoulder hard and said in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"It's all your fault!"

Amanosaki ran his fingers through Icarus's hair, took a kernel of popcorn, and popped it into his mouth, mumbling;

"I wonder who was the most enthusiastic just now."

Icarus stomped her foot, her high heel striking Amanosaki's instep directly, instantly distorting the young man's handsome face.

"Damn it, are you trying to make me spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair?!"

"I've made a wheelchair, so I won't be able to carry you anymore, and I won't be able to do those difficult moves like before."

Hearing such words in public, Icarus was so embarrassed that she put all her weight on her feet and twisted them hard.

Icarus gritted his teeth and said fiercely:

"It would be best if you were disabled! Let's turn you into a cripple and see if you still dare to say such vulgar things!"

Amanosaki felt like his bones were about to break, but his survival instinct told him he couldn't provoke him any further.

So he held Icarus's hand, twisting all his pain into a tender gaze, and with a tearful look and a deeply affectionate voice, choked out:

"So you love me so much that you won't let any other woman see my face."

Icarus stared blankly at Amanosaki, his face showing a look of shock that said, "You're really something."

"Have you forgotten that we're of one mind?!" Then she grabbed the man in front of her by the neck and delivered a sharp knee strike, a move deeply ingrained in Rin Tohsaka's style:

"You filthy liar, you megalomaniac!"

On the street, men quickly moved aside as a beautiful, green-haired woman with a perfect figure walked past all the passersby, her neck wrapped around the neck of a handsome man who was half-conscious. She had a smug look on her face, as if she had gotten her revenge.

“What a beautiful night, the stars are shining brightly.” She patted Amanosaki, who was foaming at the mouth. “Isn’t that right, darling?”

"Yes Yes."

Already delirious from the pain, Amanosaki gave a thumbs-up, his fingers trembling in the slightly cool evening breeze over the river.

Chapter 103: Dinner and the Suitor

After going around in circles, Amanosaki was carried back to the pedestrian street by Icarus, who tucked him under her arm like a briefcase.

In a familiar place at an unfamiliar time, Amanosaki, half-asleep, saw a dazzling array of lights.

He went back to that barber street.

"Oh! The perfect couple from earlier in the day is here!"

The receptionist has changed, but she still heard about what happened during the day. What's more, there are now more intimate photos of the two of them in a prominent place on the photo wall!

However, the two people who came in this time were not wearing the expensive outfits they had worn during the day. They had also removed their makeup, and their hairstyles were a bit messy.

The sharp-eyed waiter even spotted the popcorn adorning the beautiful woman's emerald green hair.

On an ordinary person, having popcorn stuck to their head would only look ridiculous, but on Icarus's head, it looks like it was done on purpose, like a specially made hair accessory.

"What do you two need?" The waiter asked with a beaming smile.

Amanosaki, still half-asleep, heard the question and immediately replied:

"Warm a bowl of wine, and two plates of fennel beans."

Icarus grabbed Amanosaki's chin, silencing the man beside her. She smiled apologetically, "Don't mind him, he's just joking."

She continued, "I'd like to use your staff shower room for a bit, and then get my hair done again. I bought all my cosmetics this morning, and I need to pick out some new clothes."

"oh oh."

The waiter nodded blankly, looking at the two who had switched roles.

I heard that the man took the initiative in the morning, and the beautiful girl was a little shy.

How come this guy lost all his prestige in just half a day?

The other waiters and stylists were also whispering among themselves.

“Hey, the male customer’s voice doesn’t sound like someone from Chongqing; it has a Sichuan accent.”

"What's going on?"

"Don't you know? Men in Sichuan are all very talkative before falling in love, but they become meek and subdued once they're in a relationship. They give all the initiative to the woman. That's a custom there. They call it... 'henpecked husband'!"

The waiter watched the handsome young man being held properly under the arm of the beautiful woman and wondered if he should try dating a man from Sichuan next time.

"What do you think of this one?"

Icarus stood in front of the full-length mirror, her fingers gently rubbing the hem of a similar skirt, an indescribable feeling swirling in her heart.

The stylist still paired her with black clothes, but this time the white base of the shirt was removed, and a pure black design was used instead.

The 60 denier stockings covered her flesh color, reducing the allure of Icarus's lower body and adding a touch of aloofness and unapproachability.

The dress was a short, V-neck, backless skirt (Icarus could only wear this kind of dress because of her wings), with lace hems hanging on her thighs, swaying gently with her graceful steps, giving her a seductive and decadent look.

A small top hat-style cap, with a pure black mesh veil clipped to her ponytail, gave her a playful and lively look.

Wearing sky-high heels, Icarus's long, straight legs and shapely figure were fully revealed as he tiptoed.

She is clearly an angel, but this outfit reveals a hint of devilish charm.

This outfit stemmed from the stylist's observation of her domineering manner as she led Amanosaki through the door. Instead of portraying her as a career woman to balance Icarus's gentleness, the stylist captured the girl's inner qualities and perfectly showcased the aggressiveness of the beauty before them.

Needless to say, everyone else's gaze remained fixed on him for a long time. Just looking at Amanosaki, whose tie was tied haphazardly and whose movements were awkward, it was clear that he was also stunned.

Icarus chuckled softly, walked over gracefully, pried Amanosaki's hand away, and gently helped him tie his tie.

When she did this, the petite Amanosaki was almost completely enveloped by her, who was already quite robust, making them appear very close.

Every man present let out a sigh of disappointment.

"This is the first time I've ever seen someone wearing a suit." Icarus's eyelashes trembled slightly as he applied light red eyeshadow.

Amanosaki moved his elbow, and a feeling of constriction came from his wrist, arm, and back muscles:

"It's too tight. I feel like it would burst if I used magic to reinforce it even slightly."

Icarus's hand rested beneath Amanosaki's bow tie; the hot, hard touch evoked the tension of an active volcano.