Honkai Impact 3rd, a simulator of lifelong regret!

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"******~"

"******!"

"********!!"

An indescribable moan escaped from Vervi's delicate lips. Even this part of the all-around genius was incredibly alluring—even without seeing her face, one could imagine the beautiful blush spreading across her lovely cheeks. Her proud and charming face was definitely tinged with an intoxicating rose-red, a look that evoked pity.

Her starry eyes were misty, her eyelashes fluttered, and her delicate nose trembled as it exhaled a rich, fragrant scent like orchids and musk. Her pink and glossy lips moved slightly, uttering soft moans that had begun to sound like the gentle tinkling of bells, which had turned into shy, panting breaths.

Both fists were clenched tightly, the delicate toes were stretched and straightened, and the pearl-like round toes curled, spread out, and released their strength.

Vivi's swan-like, long, and delicate pink neck was held high, her fragrant and smooth gray braids clinging loosely to her fair and delicate pink back, which was as fresh as new snow.

Her fragrant shoulders swayed, her smooth, jade-like back flared and contracted, and her slender, lotus-like arms, barely supporting her body, trembled violently and weakly, covered in dust.

In every aspect of her behavior, the girl showed absolutely no signs of normalcy.

Bizarre, inhuman...

All sorts of words can be inserted perfectly without any gaps.

If it were someone else, they might have simply concluded that Vilvie was a pervert, abandoning their doubts and indulging in their filthy desires.

Unfortunately, the boy understood too much and knew too clearly, and the time they spent as lovers was far too long, so long that several years felt like a lifetime.

Blurring the lines between pain and pleasure is essentially just a way to seek love more quickly. In reality, it still stems from fear, worry, and an inability to fully believe that one can definitely win the love of their partner.

That's why they use this seemingly mutually satisfying but essentially self-sacrificing tactic, a humble way of flattering with their own bodies.

……

This is something he cannot allow.

sacrifice……

One-sided sacrifice.

It was as if she had turned everything she owned into a commodity, selling it off at the lowest possible price and fastest speed, without caring about its true value, only concerned with the simplest thing: getting money to survive. Velvi didn't need to worry about surviving; those so-called fears were irrelevant, and being abandoned by herself was completely impossible.

Therefore, we absolutely refuse to acknowledge it.

Therefore, it is by no means certain!

Therefore, absolutely not!

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"Although I know saying this may not be very helpful, I still want to say it... If you feel something is wrong, please ask to stop immediately."

"If I really cause you any harm, then my guilt will probably make me so bad that I won't be able to eat dinner tonight. You probably don't want me to lose my appetite because of you, do you?"

Despite his incredibly skillful finger movements and practiced tone, the boy never imagined he would one day utter such Far Eastern-flavored words in a self-threatening manner.

—Especially for Vervière.

—To one's first love.

The highest level is simply too much; even if it's attributed to punishment, it's enough to make one's heart ache.

The problem is that, apart from language barriers, there are no other solutions, not even the option to go easy on them or shortchange them.

Symbolic actions cannot immediately satisfy a young girl, and if things don't continue as suggested, bigger problems may arise.

The emptiness in one's heart must be filled; if one rejects punishment, one must find another way to make up for it, and the same goes for physical hunger.

Although he has realized that it is meaningless to make up for something with words in a group setting without any evidence, and that he must spend time alone with the girl as he used to, the boy still hopes to be gentle and at least stay within the realm of enthusiasts.

Not a professional enthusiast.

He is not a seasoned veteran.

They are merely laymen and amateur players who have only scratched the surface.

This is fine. After this is over, I'll quickly find time to have a heart-to-heart talk with Vilvie. Although the core issue right now is to satisfy the girl who has been separated from me for too long and is feeling empty.

In Vilvi's words, it's about 'replenishing the Jiangcheng factor'.

Although unlike Alicia, who would usually choose to ride on her back, gazing lovingly at each other, interlocking her fingers and pressing her hands on the bed, twisting her waist, tossing her hair, and using her full and firm buttocks to forcefully sit down, using the strength of the Herrscher of Origin to squeeze out her energy.

Most of the time, Vivi was more like a kitten, blushing and burying her head in the pillow, lying on the bed, occasionally placing a pillow under her stomach, waiting anxiously and expectantly for him to pamper her from behind...

Their completely different approaches suggest that their personalities may also differ, but both girls possess boundless energy, easily requiring supplements to maintain their vitality.

"Hmm~?"

"You...you know? I...I certainly won't...make you feel guilty, Jiang Cheng...I'll definitely...handle it well~?"

The boy responded with a series of barely suppressed sobs and gasps from his wet, pink lips, even more indistinct than before, impossible to form into characters.

Wilvi did not continue to refuse. She simply buried her forehead in her arms, forming a circle with her head, and squeezed the soft water bag, using what could be called the softest part of her body to cushion her trembling, fair skin that had already turned a few shades of rosy red.

After the modification, the super-enhanced physical fitness did not dull the senses. The necessary procedures that a soldier should have were completely omitted, and even enhanced, just for this moment of pleasing performance.

As expected... this is necessary.

Jiangcheng is gradually returning to its former state.

Looks like I'm not too late after all.

Neither Alicia nor Mei have completely influenced Jiangcheng; their most prominent characteristics still belong to my training.

The girl felt subtly more at ease, and her fingers no longer gripped her arm so tightly, freeing her delicate, soft skin.

Perhaps it's because even now, one can still feel the profound trouble of a young person choosing to resist, choosing to offer their warm face only to be met with indifference.

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Jiang Cheng has always been a very idle person with no important things to do. He would never ignore anything related to Wilvi because of trouble or time-consuming matters. He would not choose the easy way just because it is difficult, and he would never abandon her after having another girl.

If you are determined to save someone, you will persevere no matter how much time or effort it takes.

Because it was an agreement, a promise, a vow to always look after the girl and to always find a way to resolve all her sorrows.

This is not something that can be rewritten by numbers. No matter how many people there are, they will not break their promises. If there is not enough time, then find a way to get more time. If there is not enough energy, then get more energy. Even if it is an obstacle as solid as a wall, we will break through it until we are bloodied.

This might sound like a scumbag, shameless, like a piece of trash who lives off a woman but shamelessly looks out the window.

He's clearly a bastard, yet he uses seemingly nice words to justify his shameless behavior.

However, we will not abandon them, and that is the case.

However, hope for salvation is hope for salvation.

The desire to achieve the best possible outcome and the ideal of living a fulfilling life as a human being in this world have never changed.

Even the most ordinary person has their own things they are persistent about. Or rather, it is precisely because they are ordinary and have less to gain that they cherish what they have. They are not so confident as to look at greater righteousness, nor so narrow-minded as to only care about their own interests.

The awkwardness and struggles of ordinary people may seem inferior, unable to walk firmly on the path they choose, shining brightly and radiating their charm, like pure heroes or villains.

But even if heroes and great men shine like stars in the sky, the world should still allow ordinary people to exist.

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"Isn't this... just fine?"

"Maintaining this level is already pretty good, isn't it?"

Witnessing the rescue unfold before his eyes once again felt like returning to the banquet, watching the boy help Wilvie, and once again becoming a shameless thief and bystander, like a rat in the gutter lifting the sewer cover to spy on their lives under the sunlight.

She was the one who was originally by the boy's side, rescued and taken home by her, and became a family member even closer than relatives.

They should be the most important people to us no matter what, and we can never be separated. Even if we don't become lovers, we are definitely family.

This relationship had reached a rock-solid level; even as childhood friends in a light novel, there was no indication that they could be defeated by a sudden, unexpected turn of events. Yet, she lost her boy because of a mistake she made herself.

On that day, his closest family members could only cower outside the Spiral Workshop, peeking through the windows at the boy and Velvet's passionate embrace.

Even the waves created when she slapped him, the punishment she actively craved, and the more stimulating physical sensations she experienced—Vilvie's simmering body was no different from before, except that she was a little fuller.

The difference was merely that it was a bit more extreme. The boy had even less reason to refuse or deny the punishment. He, who usually held the initiative, could only use simple words to try his best to dissuade and comfort him.

There's practically no difference between them.

It's just a matter of switching roles a few days a week.

In particular, the boy's tenderness, which he did his best to show, proved the presence of tenderness that Wilvi needed and lacked the most, filling the emptiness with a sense of security. The contact between bodies, the body temperature rising along with the odor.

It was as if that story was repeating itself, with Jiang Cheng comforting the girl, the girl seemingly saved, and her as an observer.

Even among the audience, there was a girl called Mei standing in for them; apart from the lack of numbers, there was no difference between them.

However, there was no sign of collapse or desolation in Alicia's eyes. The scenery of the past seemed dulled, as if the world had been detached from her, and she had lost the sense of reality to experience anything. The posture of Sisyphus futilely grasping at a smooth table leg never occurred in this body.

Because that kind of daze exists every minute and every second, because everything is false in the girl's eyes except touching the boy and feeling him—stepping on the ground only feels unreal, the brilliant rainbow has lost its color, and even the blooming flowers have lost their fragrance, and she can't smell a trace of it.

When gazing at the most beautiful flower in the flowerbed, who would care about the surrounding green leaves and the setting sun as a backdrop?

Perhaps without the sunset glow covering the flowers like a fiery cloud, their beauty would be somewhat diminished, making them less captivating.

As a fundamental flaw inherent in the human species, we will always only care about the very top, the highest peak, and the most conspicuous part.

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"Miss Mei, are you coming too~?"

The fairy, who had already fallen into the abyss, invited the girl who was still at a loss and could only stand aside and watch the farce in bewilderment.

"Me... me?"

"Little Alicia..."

Before Raiden Mei could even respond, the sight that came into view made the characters in her mouth crumble instantly.

"……sister?"

……

what?