Tokyo: They say it's just dating, but they're serious about it.

"Huh?" Mikoto finally realized that he was after me... She immediately asked, "What about you? Are you going to break up with him?"

“Me?” Yingdai tilted her head and glanced at the white ceramic tile wall, looking quite nonchalant. She continued, “I don’t care. After all, I have nothing. He can’t fool me out of anything…”

“I considered you my best friend,” Mikoto exclaimed dramatically. “How could you treat me like this?”

"I'm doing this for your own good, to prevent you from suffering financial losses."

As Eiyo spoke, she seemed both guilty and at ease, glancing at Katsuhiko several times. Her long legs, knees pressed together, brushed against each other, and she occasionally bit her lip. Her breathing was a little rapid, and her eyes glistened with tears.

Her long, slender neck was flushed red...

Mikoto squinted at her flushed face and whispered, "It's almost eleven o'clock. I'll stay here with Kotoha-chan tonight. You and your boyfriend can go to my place to rest, okay?"

Whoosh!

Yingdai's body suddenly stiffened, her hands trembled again, and the plate fell into the sink again. She didn't pick it up or say anything, but just kept biting her lower lip and panting heavily.

“So that’s what you were worried about,” Mikoto nudged Eiyo’s arm with her shoulder, covered her mouth and laughed, then tilted her head to Katsuhiko in the restaurant and said, “Mr. Takenaka, Eiyo seems sleepy. Could you take her to my house to rest?”

Once she understood what "survival instinct" was, she realized her worries were unnecessary... She herself had been working "one day on, one day off" for the past few days, and she couldn't take it anymore. She wanted to control herself, but she couldn't. She was always struggling to survive, and afterwards, she was filled with fear... She had given too much, and the pressure was too great. She didn't know how to repay him...

Yingdai's head was turned towards a corner of the wall, so only one bright red ear and one side of her reddened neck could be seen.

The tap in the sink in front of her was still running water, almost overflowing the sink. She had her forearms crossed and pressed against her lower abdomen, causing her clothes to rise and fall.

"Are you done talking?" Katsuhiko asked, walking into the kitchen. He shook his head with a regretful look on his face, and continued, "I thought you two were going to fight..."

Mikoto glanced at Eiyo with a smile, then pressed Eiyo's shoulder and pushed her towards the door.

Eiyo staggered, took two steps, and bumped into Katsuhiko.

Katsuhiko also reached out and precisely placed his hands on her shoulders; the skin on her shoulders felt a little warm…

"move!"

Mikoto continued pushing the two of them all the way to the living room.

Qin Ye was still kneeling in front of the mourning hall. Although the three people's footsteps were loud, she seemed not to hear them. She kept her head down and remained motionless, like a wax figure.

Katsuhiko put his arm around the unsteady Eiyo, tilted his head and raised an eyebrow at Mikoto, then gestured to Kotoha and said, "Kotoha-chan, I'm going back to sleep. See you tomorrow."

Sato Hiroji's leg has already been broken, so he probably won't send anyone else.

However, just in case, she connected the home phone line so that Mikoto could call anytime in case of an emergency.

They were also given water mixed with [restoration potion], so there was no need to worry about a night attack; the more they drank, the more energetic they became.

And it's not far away, I can come anytime.

"I understand..." Qinye's voice trembled slightly.

Yingdai's steps trembled slightly, a hint of shame flashed in her eyes, and she trembled but did not utter a sound.

"You guys go ahead, I'll stay with Kotoha-chan."

Mikoto saw the two to the door, then locked it and returned to the room.

The scent of incense wafted through the living room, while Qin Ye remained kneeling alone.

In front of her were white candles flickering with flames, and around her floated black and white ribbons, white flowers, yellow flowers... Her body, dressed in a black kimono, appeared unusually thin.

Mikoto took a bottle of mineral water and sat down next to Kotoha.

Qinye's complexion was alright, but her eyes seemed a bit vacant, with a lot of confusion in them.

She held the platinum ring on her right ring finger with her left hand, rubbing it incessantly with her thumb.

Mikoto rested her chin on her hand, looking at Kotoha's fair face, and asked softly, "Kotoha-chan, what do you think of Takenaka-san?"

Although it's inappropriate to ask such questions in front of Kenta's funeral hall, Kotoha's actions and reactions just now clearly indicate that she's no longer in the funeral hall.

This must be my husband's charm... It's so annoying... I'm about to get jealous... I don't know how much more jealous I'll get in the future.

Qin Ye took off the platinum ring and whispered, "It's...it's really nice."

She put it back on after she finished speaking.

Chapter 44 is not an illness

It only takes six or seven minutes to walk from Kotoha's house to Mikoto's house.

At 10:30 p.m., the lights in the alley were yellowish... and the sound of stray cats scratching at trash cans could be heard from the walls and corners.

Katsuhiko twirled the key to Mikoto's house on his fingertip, dangling it as he walked, and turned back to ask, "What's wrong with you?"

Yingdai, standing three steps away from Katsuhiko, followed him warily and asked, "What? What's going on?"

“Mikoto and Sayuri are perfectly fine,” Katsuhiko said, tilting his head to glance at her buttocks. “Do you have some strange illness?”

“You’re the one with the weird symptoms.” Yingdai quickly covered her buttocks with both hands and said loudly, “I, I’m just in a bad mood.”

"In a bad mood? And you're spreading it to your butt?"

“I,” Yingdai said softly after a long pause, “I’m under a lot of pressure.”

"What kind of pressure?" Katsuhiko stood at the front door of Mikoto's house, inserted the key into the lock, and turned it gently.

Yingdai stopped two steps away from Shengyan and said, "From now on, you are not allowed to force me to do anything."

She had experienced too many things today. First, there was her sudden "enlightenment" that led to her inflated confidence, then there was the gratitude from Xiaobaihe's whole family, and then there was Qinye's strange, furtive glance when she left the house... So many unexpected things.

She couldn't quite pinpoint what the pressure was, but she really wanted to confide in Sheng Yan.

But somehow, when he patted my butt, I almost went to heaven. The thought that he might pat me again made me feel like all my strength had been drained away, and I'm still a little dizzy.

Could it be some kind of abnormal constitution?! Why did it take so long to find out? How terrifying...

Will he look down on me in the future? Will we still be able to have an equal dialogue?

"Enough with the nonsense," Katsuhiko said, pushing open the door. "Come in now."

Are you giving me orders?

Yingdai took two steps to stand in front of Shengyan, grabbed the door frame, stood on tiptoe, and said with wide eyes, "I can't just listen to whatever you say!"

"Are you coming in or not?" Katsuhiko asked.

“Of course I’m going in,” Yingdai said loudly, stepping through the door without looking back as she walked into the room. “This is my own choice, not something you ordered me to do…”

"Don't be so loud, Chinatsu-chan is sleeping."

Sheng Yan grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms. Before he could cover her mouth, her whole body suddenly went limp. Her neck rested on Sheng Yan's arm, her head tilted back, her lips slightly parted, and she breathed heavily. The dim yellow light from the front door shone into her dazed eyes, giving off a light that seemed both hazy and pleading.

She murmured softly, "Could you...please don't hit me? I'm not sick...I'm not a pervert..."

Was she worried about this when she put on such a stubborn act?

Sheng Yan gently placed his hand on her buttocks and said, "I'm sick, I'm a pervert."

Mental illness requires psychological treatment...

Yingdai's body tensed, her dazed gaze stiffened again, and she tilted her head and closed her eyes.

Sheng Yan wanted to help her up, but her legs seemed unable to support her weight, so he picked her up again in his arms.

As she walked towards the room, Eiyo narrowed her eyes slightly. Her arm, which had been hanging limply at her side, casually rose and wrapped around Katsuhiko's neck. She then whispered in his ear, "You're a pervert..."

Katsuhiko carried Eiyo into the bedroom, gently placed her on the mattress, and asked, "Want to play role-playing?"

Eiyo's breath hitched, a flicker of interest appearing in her eyes. She pursed her lips, glanced at Katsuhiko, and whispered, "I'm going to command you. If you don't cooperate, I won't play with you..."

"no problem."

Katsuhiko walked to the wardrobe, opened the door, and rummaged through the bottom to find Mikoto's high school clothes, taking out a JK uniform.

This school uniform looks too small on Mikoto now, let alone Eiyo, whose figure and height are even more striking.

However, Eiyo was also quite looking forward to it. She first pushed Katsuhiko out of the bedroom and busied herself for a while before getting dressed.

The top was a thin white shirt, much too small, like a vest, revealing a large section of her fair waist and abdomen. The buttons on the placket, though not all fastened, didn't completely expose her...

She also wore a light blue pleated skirt, the hem of which only covered about one-fifth of her thighs. Perhaps due to her height, her legs were long, straight, and shapely, with flat calves...

"I'll ask Mikoto for this outfit tomorrow, and you can wear it." Katsuhiko placed two glasses of water mixed with [Recovery Potion] on the bedside table, then reached back and lightly patted her smooth buttocks, saying, "Eiyo-chan, you have a really good figure."

“You pervert,” Yingdai shuddered, seemingly not hearing him, her face flushed, chin tilted back, hot breath coming from her nostrils, “Try hitting me again…”

A highly threatening tone...

Yingdai really wanted to thoroughly confirm her situation.

……

Mikoto's school uniform was now disposable; the shirt was ill-fitting to begin with, buttons popped off everywhere, and the light blue pleated skirt was tossed aside in a corner by the door...

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the gaps in the heavy, wine-red curtains and fell onto the mattress.

Katsuhiko and Eiyo were still fast asleep.

Sheng Yan lay flat on the mattress with his hands raised on either side of his head.

On top of him lay Eiyo, her hands raised above her head, intertwined with Katsuhiko's fingers, pressed tightly together.

Eiyo's head was placed on Katsuhiko's shoulder and neck, facing Katsuhiko.

A smile still lingered on her rosy lips, as if she were still having a sweet dream.

A beam of white sunlight slowly moved from Yingdai's long, slender legs, across her pert buttocks, down her slender waist, then her smooth back, and finally rested on her serene face. Her fair skin seemed to be made transparent by the sunlight, with a pinkish tinge in the crystalline white light.

Perhaps because the sunlight was shining on her eyes, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she squinted her eyes.

Her vision fell upon Katsuhiko's face, still fast asleep.

Her eyes trembled slightly, and the smile on her pink lips deepened. Then she slowly moved her lips toward Katsuhiko's lips and gave him a light peck.

Katsuhiko's eyelids twitched, and he opened his eyes. He turned his head and said, "Time to get up..."

“No, I didn’t say get up,” Eiyo noticed that Katsuhiko was trying to pull his hands away, so she clasped his fingers together again and pressed them against the pillow. Then, with her upturned nose tip touching Katsuhiko’s nose tip, and a smug look in her eyes, she continued, “I told you last night that as long as we’re in bed, you have to do whatever I say.”

"Are you really that into the role?" Sheng Yan asked in surprise.

Last night, when the two were playing role-playing games, Katsuhiko couldn't be sure what level of psychological symptoms Eiyo had, so just in case, he prepared a [recovery potion], after all, he wasn't really a pervert.

In reality, Yingdai didn't have any illness at all. It was simply because she was more sensitive than most people, coupled with her years of loneliness, that her threshold was lowered.

Shengyan followed her instructions and casually patted her a dozen or so times, without using any force, at most causing her skin to turn red!