Honkai Impact 3rd, a simulator of lifelong regret!

After all, it was honed through training on the world's top geniuses and fairy-like girls—using a beautiful, gentle yet insecure girl as a training punching bag, possessing top-notch combat skills and intelligence.

This is something that would make anyone envious to death, something unattainable. If they knew this, they would probably want to punch themselves in the face. Regardless of gender, anyone who sees this scene would transform into Xiang Yu.

After all, in a sense, charm is universal. Just like someone who is stunningly beautiful, regardless of race, age, or hobbies, people will find them attractive. If you don't feel that way, it can only be attributed to a particular feature, such as freckles, fair skin, or body shape.

The beauty created by these labels is only beauty for a certain group of people. True beauty is beauty that will amaze people of all tastes, just like the fairy who actually paused the war during her journey.

The sheer charisma of a fighter so engrossed in the action that, theoretically speaking, rationality is no longer an option, and all that remains is the instinct to pull the trigger.

This pure beauty, capable of making even a Thousand Calamities, in a state of fury, stop and wait for the girl to give a reason, truly refreshed my worldview.

We've gone off-topic again.

They should be together with Mei right now.

Jiang Cheng took a deep breath, pulled back the curtains completely, and walked outside to greet the sunlight. But just as his figure disappeared into the distance, his voice followed.

"Then it's up to you. Remember to filter out the ones that aren't very good-looking beforehand. Don't feel pressured, Mei, with your aesthetic sense, you'll definitely be able to do it."

……

The boy's footsteps gradually faded as he walked away, disappearing completely, leaving only lingering echoes in the air.

Through the crack in the doorway, you could see the boy standing outside the shop, his back to the transparent glass door, his hands in the pockets of his suit jacket. You couldn't see his expression, but he must have looked very languid in the sunlight.

She seemed to be a bit taller than before, and her hair had turned a different color. The first time we met, her hair was supposed to be black, but now it had a strange, mysterious blue color, like the stars in the night sky and the blue of the deep sea.

It's such a rare hair color that it's almost unimaginable to exist in reality. This kind of hair color with a slight gradient is difficult to achieve even in professional hair salons. It probably only exists in light novels.

It seems that not only his hair has changed, but even the color of his eyes has changed. When we first met, his eyes were clearly the light brown color unique to East Asia, but now they have turned into a deep blue, just like his hair. When we are face to face, it feels as if we are looking at each other across the sea and the starry sky, creating a strange sense of mystery.

That's strange, was your previous black hair dyed?

The hair and pupils are now clearly natural, showing no abnormalities, although the previous black color seems normal as well.

I've heard that schools in China are very strict, and hair length can't be below the eyebrows. So it's probably normal if they can't tolerate different hair colors.

The original color does have an indescribable feel to it, almost unattainable, as if touching it is like touching the stars.

Although Jiangcheng is definitely not out of reach, we've already added each other as friends, and I even found his home address when I saw his student ID.

Even if something goes wrong, you can go to his house.

……

The girl, who had unknowingly recalled some very terrifying things, did not continue to focus her attention on Jiang Cheng. Although she did not want to shift her focus, there were indeed some things that were more important than spying.

—Go and collect those photos yourself.

Although Jiang Cheng could also pick it up, those photos with some perks were prepared for him anyway, originally meant to be displayed in a kaleidoscope. But gifts... are more surprising when they come unexpectedly.

If you know in advance what you will receive, even if it is a gift you really want, it will lose a layer of mystery.

The good news is that the boy has no intention of turning back, and as long as it doesn't take too long, the matter can be resolved without anyone watching.

……

176. I should have worn ○○ pants instead.

Raiden Mei gently bit her soft lower lip, and followed the open door, step by step leaving the cubicle, step by step walking into the sunlight, and step by step arriving at the final step of her self-execution.

The shop assistant had already pointed out the target location, but the feet remained rooted to the spot. The procedure was so simple that it required no further assistance, and it was also to avoid being extorted by others using privacy rights as a pretext.

The Far East updates several times faster than its neighbor, and even the staff in the retro-style travel areas have already stacked up their buffs.

At least you don't have to worry about others seeing the photos—only one copy is kept, and it's not connected to the internet, so you can't undo it here if you lose it.

The journey wasn't long; it only took less than a dozen steps to reach the destination and see that overly conspicuous machine.

An uneasy breath escaped from her lips, as she inhaled fresh air from the air and let it flow into her lungs. This back-and-forth circulation seemed to help release her tension.

The simple button is indeed as the shop assistant said; it only takes a few steps to make.

what……

The final step has arrived...

It was my turn to personally develop the photos that had already been taken.

Next, you will have to see with your own eyes the shameless scene you witnessed, and find the most perverted one among your shameful photos.

The key is that just thinking about it makes my face feel like it's burning, as if I'm not in a shop, but standing under the sun being scorched by the blazing sun.

Although the girl was willing to push things herself, when the moment actually came and she faced the mountain with her own eyes, she still felt extremely ashamed.

Whether this is the boy's first experience is still unknown, but it is undoubtedly Raiden Mei's first experience, a genuine first encounter.

Don't even mention this shameless behavior from before.

Even her panties were never seen by anyone other than her father and the maids in the house.

Even his father deliberately avoided any appearance of impropriety after he turned ten, and all related matters were handled by the maid. The same was true for Houmu Sword Saint.

As for those classmates, they couldn't even have that thought before. Even when it came to confessing their feelings, only the bravest and the ones from the best families dared to muster up a little courage. Some even ran away overnight after their confessions failed, afraid of being drowned in Tokyo Bay or exiled to Cambodia. According to the maid at home, there were actually people in Africa who had seen hippos baring their teeth.

Although my father usually appears indifferent to me, he is actually just hiding his concern. Just like the Sword Saint of Houmu, he can only express his true feelings when he puts on a mask.

Although it's a bit much to be exiled to Africa by the whole family just for trying to confess one's feelings.

But this can also be seen as a way of showing care and love.

It's just that the expression is slightly extreme.

Even after that disaster struck, it was as if they were repeatedly stopped, and the level of bullying was somewhat protected. It was mostly limited to material things and psychological harm; physical harm was not much, and no one dared to touch on anything that even remotely bordered on violence.

Perhaps my father still has some influence even though he's in prison; it's impossible that it was some relatives who have never shown up before who gave him any face.

The only thing that was somewhat erotic was that the girl never encountered anything like it during the long period of bullying she was being bullied. People like the perverted and flirtatious shop manager she met before only appeared less than three times.

This was the first time the girl had ever shown herself like this in front of outsiders since birth, and she did so willingly and in such a shameless manner.

Just like being recognized and unconditionally trusted by others, this was also an unprecedented event, a truly earth-shattering and upheaval event.

Now, instead of being watched, you have to choose the most erotic and memorable photos of yourself as a third person.

This was a plan he had prepared himself, because he believed it would leave the deepest impression on Jiang Cheng and help him oust the unknown girl.

what……

What have I become?!

……

With a gentle press of the button, some retro-style photos flowed out from the equally retro-style exit next to it—the first thing that came into view was a shameless girl lifting her skirt, facing the boy who had turned his back, seemingly revealing a hint of purple that no one knew about. In fact, in the third person, everything seemed so clear, and even the shyness and persistence on her face were particularly prominent.

There was more than one, a second and a third. From initial shyness and persistence to gradual acceptance, she even started playing with fireworks.

She lifted the hem of her skirt with both hands, her slender fingertips pinching the soft fabric, her full thighs clenching together to outline a camel's genitals.

She lifted the side of her skirt, revealing the beautiful curves of her thighs encased in dark purple stockings, along with the ties around her lower abdomen.

Even if it's just a seemingly accidental gust of wind blowing up a corner, the upside-down M is enough to attract everyone's attention with just a tiny bit of air.

When the boy turned his back later, it was almost as if he had given up on himself. He didn't even bother to pretend anymore. His poses were less about being unintentional and slightly revealing and more about showing off his allure.

Her slender, fair arms occasionally pressed against her full chest. The thin fabric pitifully stretched the excessive weight, and even the slightly open fabric was enough to make the surging, milky-smooth soft flesh, which did not belong to a high school student's figure, form a terrifying abyss that could not be seen at all.

That deep, snow-white hue was so alluring it stirred the soul, involuntarily giving rise to a lewd impulse to bury one's face in it and breathe deeply.

Her size, comparable to that of a plump and voluptuous woman, is beyond the reach of even adults, and its contrast with her slender and delicate body is extremely striking.

The corset, shaped like intricate lilac petals, covered the large expanse of fair and delicate skin on the chest, yet it could not possibly compensate for the excessively luxurious size.

The delicate, white cream, like sweet honey, flowed excessively from the edges of her collar, perfectly outlining her full, mature side profile against her smooth, tender armpits. This almost proactive display of her most prized feature clearly demonstrated the power of gravity.

In the cramped cubicle, the rising temperature caused beads of sweat to form, making one feel as if they were climbing Mount Everest, a difficult ascent. This makes one feel like Xiang Yu, and from a third-person perspective, this formidable strength is displayed to the fullest.

She showed no signs of being an elegant young lady at all; she was clearly a lustful pervert, shamelessly masturbating in public.

Looking at yourself...

So it's such a shameful thing?

Raiden Mei gently bit her rosy lips, her delicate neck swaying slightly. Her once swan-like white and slender neck was now flushed with a peach-pink hue, like a cherry blossom petal blown by a breeze and falling into her collar.

When she looked at herself from a third-person perspective, she felt even more shy than when she had just decided to do it, and her face inexplicably flushed.

Perhaps it's because you can see yourself more clearly, see the emotions you think you can hide, see yourself pretending to show off your body, biting your lip, patting your cheeks a couple of times, thinking that your face won't burn anymore. This arrogant and foolish behavior is even clearer in the third person.

In first-person perspective, you can only see a small part of the dress; you can't see your own face or anything else. Once you focus, you can only stare at the dress.

When a person is highly focused on a single point, they subconsciously ignore everything else, but this is completely different when it comes to the format of a photograph.

A single photograph can reveal everything inside a cubicle; even if you focus intently on something out of the corner of your eye, you can still see everything else clearly.

Watching herself lift her skirt, watching herself pretend to cover up, she had actually revealed her perversion to the fullest extent.

What was just a momentary realization has now become a continuous stream, like a towering wave turning into a continuous surging tide. This is just like the Chinese saying, "You can't see the true face of Mount Lu because you are in the mountain yourself."

No wonder some people, when reading their childhood diaries, not only don't feel warmth, but instead feel a kind of socially dead stupidity.

Some people even feel so devastated that they want to disappear into the ground and feel like they've experienced social death when someone reads out quotes they used to make on chat apps.

The third-person perspective always carries a degree of detachment; once the unique filter of self is lost, one can see oneself more clearly, even more shamefully.

—○ times.

—The purple circle.

—The purple ribbon ○ times.

In the end, I still took that step...

I have this feeling that I've lost something.

Shame, morality, and even restraint... all of these have vanished. Everything that makes one a normal person is gone, no longer exists.

Ah... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, Father. I haven't listened to any of the rules and etiquette you taught me. All your expectations have been disappointed. Mei... has become a bad child.

Although the shyness, which had already been suppressed and didn't even rank in the top three among all the emotions that were disturbing my mind, was more of a dissatisfaction with the pictures, which were neither aesthetically pleasing nor sexy enough.