Long Live Money in Anime Crossover

Kuroyukihime was furious, and her tone stiffened. The complex emotions she had just experienced seemed like a dream, vanishing with her anger.

However, after saying that, Kuroyukihime regretted it a little. She didn't quite understand why she had suddenly gotten angry.

She secretly stared at Mo Mo, a hint of panic creeping into her heart. Would Mo Mo be angry because of her tone?

But Mo Mo's reaction relieved her. Mo Mo's smile remained, and it even became brighter because of Kuroyukihime's tone. She said, "Okay, I apologize. I will be more careful!"

Kuroyukihime was speechless. Momo had misunderstood; she had mistaken him for being angry because of the pain.

How... can this be explained?

Kuroyukihime didn't know how to explain, while Momo held the sides of Kuroyukihime's feet with his left hand, and then carefully peeled off her socks with his right hand. His movements were slower and gentler, as if the most patient master was carefully handling the most valuable treasure.

The touch became fainter as it slowed down, but for some strange reason, Kuroyukihime felt it more clearly, as if her senses had been amplified countless times, allowing her to easily feel all the movements of Momo's fingers.

Even the slightest movement of her fingertips through the air, creating a breeze that brushes against her feet, can send a shiver down her spine.

The feeling she had already experienced returned, and the slight anger that had been burning in Kuroyukihime's heart vanished, replaced by a deeper mist in her eyes.

Author's Note:

P.S.: Thank you to my beloved Madoka for the 1500-point donation and to the Emperor of Complaints for the 100*2 donation! No matter how cute Madoka is, the red-haired girl is still mine!

11 Okay, I'm done playing.

The stockings were about to be pulled off the feet; the heels had already been pulled down, leaving only the upper part held up by the toes.

The milky white instep was also exposed, dotted with bluish veins. Seemingly due to a faint pain, the bones on the instep could be seen occasionally twitching.

Mo Mo didn't continue. Instead, he took out the alcohol he had prepared beforehand, soaked several cotton swabs in it, and looked at Kuroyukihime with a serious expression, saying, "Bear with it, okay?"

Kuroyukihime nodded silently. Momo's next step was not to simply remove the stockings, but to moisten the wound with alcohol.

Although the amount of bleeding was small, there was still some bleeding, and Kuroyukihime could now feel the skin on the soles of her feet sticking to the stockings.

Although a man might think of tearing off the stockings at once, even if it tears the wound a little, Mo Mo, who is as meticulous as dust, would never do that.

Seeing how serious Mo Mo was, Kuroyukihime naturally didn't want to disturb him. Mo Mo was putting his heart into it, so how could she criticize his efforts?

Momo sat on the edge of the bed, then grabbed Kuroyukihime's ankle and placed her feet on his thigh. Kuroyukihime watched obediently as he did so, as it was only natural; Momo always chose the most comfortable position.

This time, Momo held Kuroyukihime's foot from above, his palm pressed against her foot once again, their palms and feet fitting perfectly together, a different temperature passing between their skin.

Compared to ordinary people, Mo Mo's palms are very warm. From the perspective of traditional Chinese medicine, Mo Mo has a cold constitution, with yin deficiency and excessive fire.

However, after becoming a Heroic Spirit, Momo's body would certainly not have any hidden dangers, but the fact that his palms were warm was still inherited.

Compared to Kuroyukihime's slightly cool feet, Mo Mo's palms felt like a ball of fire. The burning flames gave Kuroyukihime the illusion that she was immersing her feet in hot water.

The temperature had a penetrating effect; it not only warmed her skin but also the blood flowing in her feet. This gave Kuroyukihime the illusion that the blood temperature had risen several degrees after being warmed by Momo's large hands.

The increased blood temperature flowed back from her feet, directly heating up Kuroyukihime's entire body. The hot blood flowed back to her heart and was finally squeezed onto her cheeks by her heart.

Kuroyukihime knew that her face was probably already bright red, and even if she covered it with a pillow, it was just a self-deceptive act.

These are all perfectly normal behaviors, so why is this happening...?

Does she have some kind of psychological problem...?

Kuroyukihime secretly faced Momo, but Momo's expression remained normal, as if it were perfectly natural.

However, the more Mo Mo acted this way, the less Kuroyukihime wanted to stop. It was as if she was silently competing with Mo Mo, and she refused to believe that her charm could keep Mo Mo unmoved!

"It's coming! It will really hurt a little, but once you get past the first pain, it will be much less painful afterward. And once you get used to it and it's wet, you can proceed to the next step."

"Hmm," Kuroyukihime murmured softly, as if a mosquito were buzzing, "I will endure it. I'm leaving everything to you."

Kuroyukihime poked her head out and said something, then immediately lowered her head, this time covering her eyes with a pillow, because she knew she might not be able to help but scream.

After all, it's this kind of thing...

Sure enough, when the cool alcohol came into contact with the wound, it killed the viruses and bacteria, but also irritated the wound.

The excruciating pain caused Kuroyukihime's entire leg to spasm, making her suddenly look up. Her previously rosy face turned pale, and she let out a muffled groan.

However, the only thing that gave her a sense of security was that her ankle remained still in Momo's hand, as if Momo could always stabilize her no matter what force or obstacle she encountered.

"Are you alright?"

When Kuroyukihime came to her senses, she saw Mo Mo's face full of concern, but all she could see in his eyes was her own face.

"Yes, I'm fine."

Kuroyukihime had a feeling that the boy in front of her was more worried about her situation than she was herself; it was pure worry and simple concern.

Heart-to-heart care.

So warm...

Momo didn't continue the next time. The first time was also the most painful because the first time would soak the wound and make some dried blood re-moisten. At this time, there would inevitably be adhesion and pulling.

Fortunately, Momo ensured that Kuroyukihime's ankle wouldn't move around and minimized the strain on her muscles.

"Go on, I...I believe in you..."

Kuroyukihime felt she needed to respond to Momo in some way, but all she could do was smile.

But her smile seemed to give Mo Mo a huge boost. Seeing the changes in Mo Mo's facial muscles because of her smile, Kuroyukihime suddenly felt a burst of happiness from the bottom of her heart.

She really couldn't resist my charm...

Kuroyukihime hugged her pillow, quietly waiting for the next contact. Momo wasn't in a hurry either. He put down the cotton swab and gently massaged Kuroyukihime's feet and calves to relax her muscles.

The gentle, familiar sensation quickly relaxed Kuroyukihime again. If it weren't for the pain in her feet, would she have fallen asleep like this?

Holding her feet in Mo Mo's hands, she slept peacefully, warmed and massaged by his touch...

Probably...

Kuroyukihime felt a little embarrassed and also felt a bit strange, as Mo Mo didn't seem to have any intention of rejecting or excluding her.

Feeling Kuroyukihime's trust and warmth, Mo Mo smiled. He didn't do anything special, nor did he deliberately pursue anything; he simply focused on doing what he should do.

In fact, this incident was a sudden event. Originally, according to Mo Mo's plan, he would not have made direct contact with Kuroyukihime so soon.

However, since it has happened, Momo should try her best to show her most sincere side; this is Momo's sincerity!

"It's coming!"

Finally, Momo used alcohol to moisten Kuroyukihime's wound for the second time. Compared to the last time, this time Kuroyukihime only trembled slightly, clearly feeling much better.

"Um, it doesn't hurt anymore, that's good..."

Mo Mo shook his head slightly, still showing no anxiety. Instead, he gently massaged Kuroyukihime again before making contact for the third time.

This time, Kuroyukihime's foot only twitched slightly as if by reflex, and it seemed that she really didn't feel any pain anymore.

Momo didn't stop this time, but continued to soak the wound, changing the cotton swab and alcohol once. Finally, the stocking naturally detached from the wound and was no longer stuck.

Finally, Mo Mo carefully removed the stockings, gently placed Kuroyukihime's feet on the edge of the bed, then got up, squatted down, and looked at the wound on the sole of Kuroyukihime's feet.

"How was it...nothing strange, right?"

Kuroyukihime asked nervously, eager to know Momo's specific opinion.

"Fortunately, there was no residue inside. Next, I will clean the surface of the wound and then rinse the inside of the wound with alcohol. That's all I can do."

"No, you've done very well!"

Kuroyukihime noticed that Momo's apology had resurfaced, so she immediately comforted Momo, saying that she really didn't want Momo, who had done so much for her, to still feel apologetic.

Kuroyukihime can't see Momo's face now because it's blocked by her own feet, but Momo's serious or smiling face overlaps in her memory, making her clearly remember Momo's image.

Momo continued to wipe the surface of the wound with alcohol. Because she was already familiar with the stimulation of alcohol, Kuroyukihime could hardly feel any pain. Even when Momo slightly separated the wound to reveal the tender red inside and then rinsed it with alcohol, she did not feel much stimulation.

After all, she was already used to it, and Momo's repeated massages were obviously very effective. Her entire leg remained in a very relaxed state, and it seemed that the muscles were too lazy to react to the pain.

"Let me bandage you up first. When the nurse comes back in a little while, it will be easier to untie it, and then we can do some professional follow-up treatment."

Mo Mo thought for a moment, but still didn't readily apply medicine to Kuroyukihime. He wasn't very familiar with the medicine here; it was probably a new medicine developed with the times. Therefore, Mo Mo chose to directly help Kuroyukihime bandage herself.

Pure white gauze was wrapped around the instep in circles. If it weren't for the different textures, the two shades of white would look almost identical.

Finally, Momo tied a bow on Kuroyukihime's foot with gauze, then smiled mischievously at her and said, "What do you think of my new sandals?"

After Mo Mo left, Kuroyukihime saw what Mo Mo had done and couldn't help but chuckle. Just looking at the design, it really did resemble the front half of a pure white sandal.

But isn't the texture a bit too soft?

Kuroyukihime looked at Mo Mo, who was standing with his hands on his hips looking smug, and a touch of tenderness welled up in her heart. She said, "Thank you."

This was Kuroyukihime's heartfelt gratitude. For so many years, she seemed to have forgotten what it felt like to be treated gently, not even by her sister.

Mo Mo shook his head slightly, sat back down on the edge of the bed, and naturally pulled Kuroyukihime's legs onto his thighs, continuing to massage her.

Kuroyukihime was slightly taken aback. Weren't the wounds already bandaged?

However, seeing Mo Mo's still focused expression and feeling the lazy, tingling sensation from her wound, she didn't refuse, since Mo Mo wouldn't have any other thoughts anyway.

Kuroyukihime seemed to enjoy the way her skin and muscles deformed in Momo's hands, feeling the slightly intoxicating temperature. Kuroyukihime secretly smiled behind her pillow.

Time passed second by second, and Mo Mo showed no sign of stopping. Kuroyukihime seemed to have forgotten about time as she peacefully enjoyed Mo Mo's services, until the door to the infirmary was rudely pushed open.

"Senior, are you here?!"

Author's Note:

PS: Thank you Fami for the donation at 3:00 PM and a monthly pass, and thank you Moyun for the donation of 100 points * 2!

12. Officer, he's the pervert!

Haruyuki Arita felt like his lungs were about to explode.

He couldn't remember the last time he had run so desperately. Perhaps it was the first time he had the courage to run away from a desolate valley?

The air in my lungs is burning, as if there are real flames dancing around, scorching all the alveoli in my lungs, threatening to burst them open.

But he had to run; he vowed to run!

Because he ran away.

Facing the desolate valley again today, fear had become almost instinctive. He subconsciously believed that he could not defeat the desolate valley and that he would be bullied by it. Therefore, he could only run, especially when the desolate valley was still rampaging.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with running away. Huang Gu was tall and strong, and a delinquent. He was just an ordinary student. Faced with Huang Gu, who seemed to have gone mad, wasn't it only natural for him to run away?