Honkai Impact 3rd, a simulator of lifelong regret!

Even a slight lapse in breathing, a momentary extra breath from the boy, was enough to stir up all of Raiden Mei's thoughts. This should have been an ordinary occurrence at any other time.

Eh……

Will it have an odor?

This is clearly new...

Or am I sending a circle?

Because I made a ○, it left a new flavor, just like the ones depicted in those comics.

I was having random, inexplicable thoughts. I remember my biology teacher saying that when people are extremely excited and their bodies determine that they need to deal with something very important, they release adrenaline to ensure mental and physical activity. The most obvious manifestation of this is that their abilities and thoughts can't stop.

Even knowing that I didn't do it, I still can't help but think about it deeply. Even if I think about it deeply, it's possible that I might achieve that opposite result. It's because I think about it too much that I have problems with thinking.

Just like ghost stories, if people try to figure out what can scare them, they can actually be scared by what they imagine.

and so……

I need to do something else to distract myself.

……

The girl, with her head held high, stole glances at Jiang Cheng. Compared to his despicable act of lifting his skirt, he remained perfectly normal, seemingly completely absorbed in the date and never imagining that someone would do such a vile thing—in a situation where he could see everything just by turning around.

His eyebrows, eyes, and profile are all quite ordinary. Apart from his bright pupils, there's nothing particularly special about him. However, he seems to have a much higher level of knowledge than others. Someone like him probably never imagined he would encounter something like this.

Ordinary studies, ordinary life, ordinary meals, ordinary romance, and finally, an ordinary path to happiness—Jiang Cheng should never have encountered such a thing.

No matter how turbulent or tragic life may be in the future, I should never end up sharing a room with a pervert.

A strange sense of shame and self-deprecation washed over me once again; doing this next to the gentle boy felt like an impulse to insult him.

Compared to the harm she herself might suffer, the girl named Raiden Mei is more concerned about others and more likely to care about the problems that happen to them.

Perhaps this is not normal, perhaps it is not the girl's true nature, perhaps it is more because she instinctively cherishes any light around her after falling into darkness. In any case, no matter how strange it is, this disease has penetrated to the bone marrow and is difficult to remove.

"..."

"Ugh……"

The girl uttered a sound so faint it was almost inaudible, carrying a sadness that was both self-aware and helpless—a sound so subtle that it was enough for the boy beside her to catch.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"Don't...don't turn around."

"I have something to do, please don't turn back."

Having experienced things like avoiding problems when they occurred and lying even when they knew everything, Jiang Cheng, who had almost developed psychological issues, paid extreme attention to even the most trivial matters.

Once you become aware of something, you must find a solution. You must never give it a chance to grow or allow the seed to sprout.

Because once you start, it's like rolling a snowball on a snow mountain—it increases endlessly, expands endlessly, and grows bigger and bigger.

However, this time the girl's response was not as expected—she didn't ask any questions, nor did she evade the issue by making excuses as before.

Raiden Mei responded with an unwavering refusal. The girl's purplish pupils contracted sharply in an instant, her delicate voice even became hoarse, and her heart pounded to its limit, as if it had stopped beating altogether.

If the spirit can be likened to a bowstring, then it has now reached its limit, and any leeway could cause it to snap at any moment.

There might not even be any warning signs; a fly landing on the bowstring could cause the seemingly calm bowstring to suddenly snap.

At least for the girl, this concern, which she had once longed for, was enough to haunt her dreams. It was as gentle as the male protagonist in a light novel, but at this moment, it was more terrifying than a billion murderers.

Do not……

No!

We absolutely cannot be seen at this time!

Her slender fingertips clenched tightly, causing wrinkles to appear on the hem of her skirt, which was imbued with extraordinary value. Raiden Mei offered her right shoulder, pressing it against the boy's clean back, determined to prevent Jiang Cheng from turning around, even if it meant pressing her body against him.

At least panties shouldn't be shown like this!

At least maintain the airs of a young lady...

shelf……

what……

Why……

Why is there no fear?

……

The voice sounded panicked.

Jiang Cheng frowned slightly, feeling the softness behind him even through her clothes—even though the girl wasn't pressing her chest directly against him, her skin was smooth enough, her hair brushed against him lightly, and her suddenly heated and rapid breathing was constantly teasing the back of his neck.

This behavior became increasingly excessive, and the boy even had the inexplicable, subtle illusion that Raiden Mei was actively engaging in this behavior.

It seems that Mei does indeed have something she doesn't want to be discovered, something she can't let others see.

Could it be because she accidentally tore her skirt?

Or is there some hidden danger because of what happened before?

Could I really be being bullied?

It's very possible that this kind of behavior is really upsetting. Let alone experiencing it firsthand, just seeing someone bullying someone on the street is enough to ruin a day.

It seems there's no room for further thought this time. I'll immediately set up a drone to follow them when I get home, to ensure that any problems can be nipped in the bud.

Jiang Cheng clearly sensed the emotions so close to him. He held his breath, calmed himself, and minimized his presence. The boy did not turn around. In fact, he not only did not turn around, but he also closed his eyes, curled up to one side, and gave the girl enough space.

Pressing the attack is a skill for ordinary people, but it is not suitable for insecure girls in many situations. If you attack the opponent's safe spot, it will only make the opponent panic that there is no safe place to hide.

"I'm so sorry, I'll be careful. This place is really a bit cramped. It can only barely fit two normal high school students. We're both quite tall, so it's a bit difficult for us to fit in here."

"Of course, they are just some minor things. This place is quite nice. You have indeed left me with very fresh memories that I have never had before."

—Precise mine clearance.

It is important to express accurately and naturally that you have no intention of exploring the place, giving the girl enough space and breathing room, while also avoiding making her think that she is incompetent or that she has not been able to find a suitable place because of her complaints about the place.

These things, which normal people would need to actively grasp and find their rhythm for, have become instinctive for teenagers due to the long period of time they have been integrated into their bodies.

……

The last vestige of feigned panic vanished, and all the cloaks of self-concealment were lifted, revealing the ridiculous truth hidden in the shadows.

"Don't...don't turn around..."

The shoulders supporting the boy's back slid down a little, as if intentionally feeling the protrusion of each vertebra with their own skin, or as if they were willingly falling into depravity, lost and dejected, desperately clinging to a straw for salvation, trying to find their place in a certain moment.

Jiang Cheng stood straight, tolerating this manipulation, while also leaving enough space for the girl to continue sliding down little by little.

Will it be seen?

maybe.

The question posed once again revealed a lack of composure; the delicate voice was excessively sweet, sounding more like a seductive, lingering allure.

Jiang Cheng could see everything that was exposed with just a slight turn of his head, but his heart pounded with worry instead.

……

172. The style of the chubby ○... is a bit ordinary.

All previous doubts were resolved at this moment.

It was only at this moment that Raiden Mei finally realized everything.

Why didn't he feel overly nervous when he was doing this right next to Jiang Cheng?

Why is it that even though there's a possibility of turning back in Jiangcheng, the fingers are still stubbornly tugging at the hem of the skirt?

Why did she shift her body position after completely supporting the boy with her shoulder, so that her breath and hair could touch the back of the boy's neck?

Yes.

The girl named Raiden Mei is someone who not only lacks shame, but even hopes that her most perverted side will be seen by others... by Jiang Cheng.

How could someone who can create and permanently preserve their own personal photos possibly fear being seen for just a fleeting moment?

One can be held in your hand and licked and looked at continuously, while the other can only be looked at for a second. Even if there is a sense of being there, the difference is huge.

Although Jiang Cheng would never actually do something so perverse, he is more likely to return the photos after receiving them than to keep them.

This idea is less a possible action by Jiang Cheng and more a result of the girl, who has completely become a pervert, projecting her own baseness and lewdness—hoping that she can be taken seriously and overshadow the unknown woman who always appears in the boy's heart.

The emotion lingering in my heart was less fear and more anticipation; the only unease I felt had nothing to do with the fear of being seen.

He felt that his actions had insulted Jiangcheng.

He was worried that Jiang Cheng would think he was shameless if he saw it.

He was even more afraid that all of this was not enough to satisfy Jiang Cheng.

For someone who has already reached such awareness, rather than looking back at what they have already overcome, what they should truly see, and what they should proudly set as their goal, is the brand new mountain blocking their path.

Having already made the decision and overcome the high mountain, there is no need to hesitate any longer over the previous difficulties; the goal is to overcome the new mountain.

The new mountain blocking the girl's way, or rather, the continuation of the original mountain range, is—can she do it?

After making the necessary sacrifices, even willingly becoming a depraved pervert, will you receive the answer you want, need, and require?

Will my panties satisfy Jiang Cheng?

Can he suppress the unknown girl in the boy's heart?

The style of the panties... is rather ordinary.