Crossover Anime: How a Shameless Person Lives

"Gurgle~ gurgle~"

"Gurgle gurgle~~"

What the hell is that noise?

Tomie, lying on the sofa, opened her eyes impatiently and reached out to touch something beside her.

no one.

I glanced at the time; it was 12:30.

Has it already reached this point in time?

Time really flies.

I quickly straightened my pajamas and went barefoot into the noisy room.

Upon opening the door, one sees Mercury drinking.

Beside him, there was also the Snow Woman, who had arrived at some unknown time in the depths of winter.

The two of them are not in a very elegant position.

It's like a mother feeding a baby...

"Tsk, get up." Tomie walked over and kicked Mercury in annoyance.

"Oh, you're awake."

Mercury sat up, but remained nestled in the arms of the Snow Woman in the depths of winter, his posture languid.

"Hmph..." Yuki-onna Fuyuki gave Tomie a provocative look.

This time it's her victory.

"Heh, shameless old monster, you're old enough to be a great-grandmother, yet you're still pretending to be young." Tomie's sarcasm was merciless, every word piercing to the heart.

Snow Woman's face instantly turned cold in the depths of winter, and fine shards of ice formed on her fingertips, yet she maintained the posture of embracing Mercury.

Age is always her sore spot, and it's the sore spot of every monster that gets close to humans.

"What, did I hit a nerve? Hehehehe."

Tomie laughed smugly, casually opened Mercury's wardrobe, pulled out a loose black silk shirt and a pair of high-waisted leather shorts, and changed her clothes without any hesitation in front of the two of them.

The lower back is outlined with a smooth and firm curve, without an ounce of excess fat, and the proportions of a narrow waist and perky buttocks are simply stunning.

Her bare ankles were slender and delicate, and paired with her loose, long hair, she exuded a flamboyant and alluring aura.

Don't ask why Mercury's clothes are in her room.

The answer is that her room is already too small.

"Hmph, you lost." Yuki-onna Fuyuki suddenly spoke, a mocking smile curling at the corner of her lips.

She silently compared herself to Tomie in her mind.

In terms of body size, her figure is far superior to that of a young girl; she's a whole size bigger.

This is a victory.

In terms of skin color, Yuki-onna's skin is famously white and has a cool, refreshing feel, almost like an air conditioner.

This is the second victory.

In contrast to Tomie's spoiled arrogance, she perfectly embodies the gentleness of a mature woman, treating Mercury like her own child...

This is the third victory.

All that's left are their unique appearances, making comparison impossible.

However, she believes she will not lose to anyone.

"What are you talking about?" Tomie asked, confused, and casually pulled Mercury out of her arms.

He inexplicably said he lost or something.

That's utterly nonsensical.

Snow Woman Deep Winter didn't care about her words and poured wine for Mercury like a virtuous wife and loving mother.

Time will prove everything.

As a result, just as the glass was filled, Tomie picked it up and downed it in one gulp.

"My wine." Mercury looked at Tomie helplessly.

This is getting more and more outrageous; this is the only remaining bottle of fine wine that was auctioned off.

He'd only had a few drinks.

"Drink less, you should really change your name to 'Wine Barrel'," Tomie said sarcastically.

Unlike Yuki-onna Shinfuyu, she doesn't unconditionally spoil people.

Mercury: "...Good nickname."

He genuinely thought the name was quite good.

Moreover, the name "Barrel" always reminded him of a burly man with a full beard.

……

[News Channel Report]

[At 2:10 PM today, the Shinomiya Group held an emergency board meeting at its headquarters, announcing the immediate suspension of all collaborative projects with CCG. A statement was also released saying that the company has decided to proactively adjust its strategic direction and will provide compensation for the social unrest caused.]

Meanwhile, the CCG has just released an official statement expressing condolences for the death of Chief Washuu and pointing the finger at the ghoul organization in Hachikuma City, stating that the missiles launched yesterday were also aimed at their organization.

In a brief statement, CCG Director Saitama Marude emphasized: "We ensure that every action is within the framework of law and order."

The authorities have dismissed the doomsday predictions circulating in society as nonsense and have directly increased investment in public security.

The bounty for the Parasyte has also been withdrawn, and the illegal hunter teams organized by civilians have been severely criticized.

Mercury leaned back on the sofa, watching the news on television.

The amount of information is just too much. How did that old bastard Marude actually manage to rise to power?

This guy absolutely has to treat us to drinks.

And there are even doomsday prophecies?

This was truly a lucky accident.

He watched the news, commenting and occasionally offering his own opinions.

I instinctively reached out to pick up the wine, but only grabbed another soft hand.

"Huh? Where's the wine?"

Tomie leaned back on the sofa, grabbed his hand, and glared at him.

This guy is definitely drunk; he's even watching the news.

He kept muttering to himself, acting as if the neon lights belonged to him.

"Where is Mother Deep Winter?" Mercury asked, blushing.

If Shen Dong were here, I would definitely give him the wine at this time.

"They left a long time ago," Tomie said irritably.

The two of them almost got into a fight, and not only did Mercury not take their side, but she also took out her phone and started recording.

She's so angry!

But in fact, Mercury quietly pulled back the Snow Woman Deep Winter, who had been mocked to the point of turning red.

He didn't want Tomie to get really hurt.

The black eye I got from being punched the time before last healed in just two days.

The wound I got from hitting my car in the sports car healed overnight.

She is getting closer and closer to the concept of "Tomie" itself.

I reckon they won't even have to die; they'll be able to sit at the same table as Grandpa 682 in the future.

"How did things get like this..." Mercury muttered to himself.

"What did you say?" Tomie turned her head to look at him.

"It's nothing," Mercury shook his head, his gaze returning to the direction of his wine glass. "Tomie, I want to drink."

Tomie refused without hesitation: "No."

"what?"