Elf: Rewriting the script, starting with Black Stocking Hanako

midnight

Nanami lay in her sleeping bag, her eyes open, staring at the top of the tent.

The tent fabric swayed gently in the night breeze, and moonlight filtered through it.

Her breathing was a little unsteady, and her hands gripped the edge of the sleeping bag, her knuckles turning white.

Her mind was in turmoil; those images were still churning within her.

Jiang Chuan's profile, Jiang Chuan's hand, Jiang Chuan's shoulder, and something even deeper...

She bit her lip and sat up.

It was dark inside the tent. My colleague next to me was sleeping soundly, breathing evenly.

Nanami glanced at her, then quietly unzipped the tent.

A cool night breeze blew in, catching her burning face and bringing her some relief.

She crawled out of the tent.

The camp was quiet.

The emergency lights were off, leaving only the moonlight.

Several SUVs were parked not far away, their dark outlines blurred in the night.

Nanami's gaze fell on one of the cars.

That was her car, and Jiang Chuan was sleeping inside.

Her heart started racing.

She stood rooted to the spot, her reason telling her: Go back, go back to sleep, things will be better tomorrow.

But her body didn't move; her body was saying: Go over there, just take one last look.

She eventually walked over to the SUV. The window wasn't completely closed; there was a crack. She peered inside through that crack.

Jiang Chuan lay down in the back seat.

Nanami looked at him.

Her fingers rested on the car door handle.

Her breathing became rapid, and her chest heaved more and more.

She opened the car door.

The movement was very gentle; the car door opened only a crack, just enough for her to squeeze in sideways.

Nanami looked at him.

Her gaze moved down his face, his neck, his shoulders, his chest, and further down…

She reached out her hand.

...

As physical sensations surged, Jiang Chuan's consciousness struggled to rise from deep exhaustion.

The drowsiness from the superpower overload was still weighing on his mind, but his aura had already instinctively spread out, and he sensed a living thing less than half a meter away from him.

He was breathing rapidly, had a high body temperature, and his heart was pounding like a drum.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

Moonlight streamed in through the car windows, bathing the interior in a silvery glow.

Nanami was kneeling beside the back seat, her body leaning slightly forward.

Her face was very red, the redness spreading from her cheeks to her ears.

Her breathing was rapid, her chest heaving considerably. The zipper on her work uniform wasn't fully zipped up, and the neckline was wide open, revealing the curve of her collarbone from Jiang Chuan's angle.

The white lining was stretched into a full curve, with a small portion spilling out...

Her eyes were somewhat unfocused, glistening with tears, and her pupils were slightly dilated.

Seeing Jiang Chuan wake up, Nanami opened her mouth slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but it seemed as if something was blocking her throat.

"Jiang Chuan, you...you're not asleep?"

She finally managed to squeeze out those words.

His voice was weak and trembling at the end, like Ibrahimovic caught red-handed doing something wrong.

He hurriedly put his hands behind his back, his movements so fast it was as if he had been burned.

Jiang Chuan did not answer immediately.

He sat up against the car wall, his lower back against the inside of the door, his gaze slowly sweeping from her face to her collar, then from her collar to her hands behind her back. Finally, it returned to her watery eyes.

This is not right.

The Nanami who usually exudes a mature and sophisticated aura, the researcher who uses three languages ​​to argue with people at academic conferences, the Nanami who always wears her work clothes tightly and buttons the top button up, is now kneeling in front of him with her collar wide open, her eyes filled with spring, and her breathing rapid as if she has just run 800 meters.

Her body was trembling slightly, whether from nervousness or something else, it was hard to tell.

This is definitely a...

cough cough...

Further developments are still just speculation for now, and Jiang Chuan didn't take anything too radical. He decided to have a brief chat first.

"I did fall asleep."

"I just felt something was off in my sleep."

His gaze flickered to her hands behind her back, then returned to his own.

I didn't spell it out completely, leaving her an out.

Nanami bit her lip, took her hand out from behind her back, and twisted the hem of her clothes in front of her, her knuckles turning white.

She lowered her head, staring at her intertwined fingers, and remained silent for several seconds.

"I'm sorry, I got too excited." She looked up at him, her eyes brighter and more watery than before. "Did I hurt you... did I hurt you?"

Nanami speaks frankly and without any pretense.

Jiang Chuan was stunned for a moment.

He really didn't expect her to be so direct.

A scholar, a researcher, and a usually dignified and self-possessed woman were caught kneeling in front of a man in the middle of the night. Instead of trying to cover it up, she openly admitted it.

The admission was so straightforward, so... blunt.

He then confirmed that Nanami was indeed in a special state.

Under normal circumstances, she would never say such a thing.

Now, her main consciousness has been completely disrupted, and those thoughts that have been suppressed for too long have flooded over the dam of reason like a burst dam.

"It doesn't hurt." Jiang Chuan looked at her, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

He paused after saying the first half of his sentence, then changed the subject.

"But that's not the point. The point is, why did you come here, and why are you acting like this?"

Nanami's eyes flickered, and her fingers tightened the hem of her clothes, her knuckles turning white, then loosened, and then tightened again.

She lowered her head, looked at her hands, and remained silent for a few seconds. Then she slowly sat down next to him in the back seat, turning to face him.

The car was not very spacious; after she sat down, the two of them were less than an arm's length apart.

Jiang Chuan could smell her scent; the sweat had long since dissipated, leaving behind a clean, faint residue of shower gel, as well as some deeper, her own natural body scent.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Jiang Chuan."

"I don't know why I've become so strange."

She loosened her fingers from the hem of her clothes and rubbed her palms against her knees, as if trying to wipe away the sweat.

"Although I sometimes have some strange thoughts about you, I can always hold them in."

She paused here, then bit her lip.

"I was hypnotized by that big fat guy during the day today. After I fell asleep and woke up, I couldn't help myself."

Her voice grew softer and softer, but every word was clear.

"I'm just looking at you. I just want... I want your body so much, I want your..."

More explicit words stuck in her throat. Her face was burning hot, and she lowered her head, the blush spreading from her cheeks to her neck, disappearing below her collar. Her hands gripped the hem of her dress tightly again.

Jiang Chuan nodded slightly.

Sure enough, it was an uncontrollable state…

He pondered for a moment.

He woke up like this after being hypnotized by Jigglypuff—he had indeed learned about similar cases when he was discussing superpower states with Sabrina.

There is a special group of people who are overly strict in controlling their thoughts and correcting their behavior, suppressing many ideas deep in their subconscious.

Once such people are subjected to mental control that strips them of their conscious mind, their subconscious will take over their brain and body.

Even if the mind control is lifted, the subconscious will not immediately regress, but will compete with the main consciousness for control of the body.

Whoever wins the bid gets to decide.

In the afternoon, even he couldn't stop the ancient-style singing of Jigglypuff.

While it wasn't strictly speaking mind control, it was still a form of mental repression.

It makes perfect sense that Nanami is in this state.

As Jiang Chuan was thinking, his eyes suddenly lit up.

and many more.

Nanami's strongest subconscious, most uncontrollable subconscious, compels her to touch him in the middle of the night...

This shows that, deep down, Nanami wanted a deeper relationship with him.

Jiang Chuan suddenly felt a surge of joy; it seemed something wonderful was about to happen tonight.

Jiang Chuan's gaze returned to Nanami.

Under the moonlight, her shoulders trembled slightly, her breathing was rapid like a small animal, and her lips were bitten until they turned white.

She was like a bowstring stretched to its limit, ready to be released at any moment, or snap at any moment.

So pitiful, yet...so tempting.

"It's not your fault," Jiang Chuan said softly, his voice gentler than before, but still steady. "That fat dog's singing can easily affect brainwaves. It can make your conscious mind less controlled right now. Right now, there are some chaotic subconscious thoughts surging and trying to take control of your mind."

He paused for a moment.

"This situation should only last for about a day at most."

As Nanami listened, her breathing became increasingly rapid. She looked up at him, her eyes glistening with tears, and her lips moved, her voice soft and trembling.

"Me...my...my subconscious?"

She didn't know what to say next; her mind was a complete mess.

Normal reason told her she should stand up, leave, and go back to her tent to sleep.

But her body was so heavy that she couldn't move.

Something else was pulling her from within, pinning her to this cramped back seat, pinning her to him.

Seeing this, Jiang Chuan gently placed his hand on her waist.

Nanami has a very thin waist; you can feel the softness of her waist even through the fabric of her work clothes.

"Yes, it's your subconscious."

"Subconsciously, there's something... other between us, isn't there?"

Nanami shrank her neck.

Her body visibly trembled, as if she had been burned by his palm.

But she didn't dodge. She hesitated for a moment, her eyes glistening with tears, and finally, as if she had made a major decision, she took a deep breath.

"Yes, I really want to."

Her voice was a little steadyer than before, but it still trembled.

"I think you're a really strong man. I really want to... no, I don't think so, um... oh well, never mind."

She shook her head incoherently, her hair slipping down from behind her ears and falling beside her cheeks.

Her breathing became more and more rapid, her chest heaving more and more, and the smooth, white skin at her neckline contracted and expanded with each breath.

"Anyway, I do want to, but..."

But after a long time, she still couldn't come up with a solution.

He stammered, unable to express himself clearly, his eyebrows furrowed, and he was so anxious he was about to cry.

His usual eloquence vanished; his mind was a complete blank, filled only with the surging heat coursing through his body.

Jiang Chuan smiled slightly as he looked at her.

"It's okay, Nanami."

"Don't be shy. I think the same way you do."

Nanami's eyes widened, her pupils reflecting his face.

She took a breath, her lips closed and opened again.

It's as if they want to say something, but can't quite put it into words.

"Your mind is a mess right now." Jiang Chuan looked into her eyes and gently, slowly rubbed his thumb against her lips. "Don't think about it."

"Let's just leave it to the behavior."

Nanami paused for half a second, then took a deep breath.

Her eyes widened even further, almost overflowing with tears.

"Is it okay, Jiang Chuan?"

Jiang Chuan looked at her and nodded. Very steady, very certain.

Nanami's expression changed in an instant. From nervousness to hesitation to ecstasy, the three emotions flashed by in less than a second.

Without further thought, Nanami lunged at Jiang Chuan, hooking her foot with her toe, and with a loud crash, slammed the SUV door shut...