Long Live Money in Anime Crossover

Haruyuki Arita is very important; he is the junior whom Kuroyukihime intends to choose and cultivate. She has decided to build a deep friendship with Haruyuki Arita and will never become an enemy like her older sister.

But now... how do you explain this situation?

Kuroyukihime turned and glared angrily at Momo. At this moment, she was truly furious.

Mo Mo ruined all her plans with near-violent means. How could she not be angry about such behavior?

However, a warm, viscous liquid suddenly warmed her fingers, the fingers gripping the knife handle, making her feel as if she had fallen into an abyss in an instant.

She stared blankly down at her fingers, where a streak of bright red blood had appeared, slowly spreading along her skin.

blood.

blood.

Momo's blood!

The blood was flowing down the hilt from the tip of the knife and onto her fingers!

The warmth of the blood actually froze Kuroyukihime's entire body. Only now did she realize that the trembling of her fingers had caused the sharp tip of the knife to pierce Mo Mo's skin without mercy, slowly penetrating deeper into the gap between his ribs.

Blood was flowing.

"Do not……"

Kuroyukihime exclaimed in surprise.

This is blood! No, this can't go on, this absolutely can't continue, something terrible will happen, they'll... die!

However, Momo still showed no sign of stopping.

One millimeter, two millimeters, their lips drew closer and closer, and the tip of the knife in Kuroyukihime's hand went deeper and deeper.

"No, no, this won't do!"

Kuroyukihime roared, gripping the hilt of her sword in despair, trying to stop Momo with her words, but how could Momo be stopped by her words?

Mo Mo continues to move forward.

The blade tip slowly penetrated deeper, and suddenly a different sensation came from it, as if it had touched something elastic.

A slight tremor came.

It wasn't Kuroyukihime trembling, but something inside Momo's body was trembling, and then the power was transmitted to the tip of the blade, all the way to the hilt, so that Kuroyukihime could feel this power in her hand.

No, it's not the power of trembling, it's the power of pulsating.

A beating heart.

The knife tip was already pointed at his heart.

Not a single detail off, intimate contact.

28 Bloodstained Madness

Mo Mo's heartbeat was faithfully transmitted through the blade, which could only prove one thing: the tip of the blade had pierced a tiny bit into the muscle wall of Mo Mo's heart.

Only in this way can the heart drive the tip of the blade, causing the entire blade to beat together, allowing Kuroyukihime to feel the power of Momo's heart.

The heartbeat was steady and powerful, as if it were completely unaware of any foreign object threatening its function. Or perhaps this heart was just a giant nerve, perhaps looking at the knife tip with a contemptuous smile.

The blade was sharp, and although the muscles of the heart were dense, they certainly couldn't withstand it. Momo continued to move forward, and the blade also moved forward. The force of his heartbeat seemed to increase, which was proof that the blade was penetrating deeper.

The slight vibration caused Kuroyukihime's hand to tremble slightly as well. This weak force seemed to overcome the strength of Kuroyukihime's entire arm, making it impossible for her to hold the hilt of the sword anymore.

Her fingers slowly loosened, and the warm blood continued to flow, running along her five fingers to Kuroyukihime's palm, staining the lines of her fingers, and finally gathering in her palm.

Blood dripped down, landing on Kuroyukihime's hand. This was not a dream.

That's reality.

"You're insane! You're a lunatic!"

Kuroyukihime roared loudly, gathering all the anger and hatred in her heart and venting it on Momo.

However, Mo Mo merely responded with a smile, then approached Kuroyukihime with a smile, putting his arm around her waist, leaving her no way to escape.

Kuroyukihime's loud roar seemed to awaken the astonished Haruyuki Arita. He looked blankly at the knife in Mo Mo's chest and Kuroyukihime's blood-soaked hands.

In an instant, he regained consciousness.

Mo Mo... this is going to force herself on Kuroyukihime-senpai!

The humiliation and despair in his heart instantly transformed into all his anger. How dare Momo force himself on Kuroyukihime!

This is a crime, this is a crime, he must stop it all, he must stop it all!

His senior needs him, Kuroyukihime needs him, this is his last chance, he must bravely stand up and stop Momo!

However, the gruesome blood and sharp blades seemed like a colossal demon mocking him, stealing all his courage.

"Puff-"

With a loud bang, Haruyuki Arita, who had been about to rush forward, sat down with a thud, his legs trembling uncontrollably. His legs had lost all muscle strength and could no longer support Haruyuki Arita's enormous weight.

"...Senior...Senior...Report...Report...Report...Call the police...Report..."

Haruyuki Arita roared inwardly, but his body paid no heed to his master's command. He was too weak to stand up, let alone have the strength to rush forward and stop everything. His teeth were chattering, making it impossible for him to utter a complete sentence.

The blood was still conspicuous, and the knife piercing his chest was still glaringly obvious. This bloody and insane scene was frantically gnawing at Haruyuki Arita's nerves.

Kuroyukihime stared blankly at the blood on her hand. She heard Haruyuki Arita's words and saw him fall to the ground, uttering incoherent words. Suddenly, she laughed.

Her smile was poignant, containing hatred, resentment, self-pity, and much more...

But it was a sense of relief.

Never mind... let's leave it at that...

In an instant, Kuroyukihime's mind raced, and after much deliberation, at the final moment, she stepped forward, mustered her courage, and made her final decision.

Actually... I should have thought of that... It was just her desire, her naive dream...

Her eyes gradually cleared, as if she had finally cast off the shackles in her heart.

Her pale hands, stained with blood, gripped the hilt of the knife once more.

"No, no!"

Upon seeing this, someone shouted loudly, and this person was Haruyuki Arita.

In his view, was Kuroyukihime simply mustering the courage to plunge the knife into Momo's heart? But in doing so, wouldn't Kuroyukihime be committing murder?

Murder, what a grave crime! No matter what, you can't kill someone... even if... you were forcibly kissed by Mo Mo... murder is still...

Haruyuki Arita's thoughts were interrupted when he suddenly realized that Kuroyukihime was looking at him. Their eyes met, and Kuroyukihime's gaze was so unfamiliar.

He had never seen that look in his eyes before.

It's as if the gentle, elegant, and dignified Snow Black has vanished, replaced by a cold-blooded executioner, a woman.

Those eyes, filled with a hint of despair, but even more so with coldness and straightforwardness... shouldn't be seen in the real world. It's a peaceful modern society, where even crime is rare, yet Kuroyukihime's eyes seem like those of warriors who have stepped down from bloody battlefields...

That's impossible... Kuroyukihime... How could his Kuroyukihime-senpai be...?

"Hey, Mo Mo, do you really want to die, you madman?"

Kuroyukihime noticed the change in Arita Haruyuki's expression, and suddenly smiled. Her smile remained elegant, but it contained a hint of madness.

It seemed as if a hint of black had appeared on her pure white and tender cheeks, a blackness that seeped from the depths of her heart.

"You can't bear to kill me... so I'm going to take you down, Xiaoxue."

Mo Mo smiled too. Their foreheads were already touching, their eyes met, their breaths mingled, and their warm breaths intertwined, tempting their lips to get even closer.

"Your heart is beneath my sword; I can pierce it at any time and end your life."

"Your heart is in mine. If you're willing to pierce your own heart as well, then go ahead and do it."

Kuroyukihime pursed her lips, closed her eyes as if in despair, and said, "You're a madwoman... It's been two years... I don't want to go back to that old look... that filthy, ugly look..."

"Really? I think you're most beautiful right now. You're no longer pretending, but facing everything honestly. Black is black, and white is white. Black and white are the main colors. This is my Xiaoxue, my princess."

"You won... You've stirred up the evil thoughts buried deep in my heart... You'd better take responsibility..."

Kuroyukihime laughed again, and with a forceful pull of her fingers, she slowly drew the hilt of the sword. Blood, no longer obstructed by the blade, flowed merrily outwards, staining Kuroyukihime's entire hand red.

Looking at the blood on her hands, Kuroyukihime's eyes held a hint of impulsiveness and excitement, tinged with a touch of violence.

"Senior...Senior, what's wrong? Don't let that guy fool you! He's a pervert...a complete pervert!"

Haruyuki Arita let out a desperate roar, hoping that his senior would change her mind, but he was disappointed. Kuroyukihime's gaze towards him was becoming increasingly unfamiliar.

"I thought you could accept me and understand me. It's been two years, and I've tried to change, but I was wrong..."

Kuroyukihime gently wiped the blood off the blade, restoring its shine, and smiled, "Arita Haruyuki-kun, you probably don't know, but I am actually black, pure black, deep in my heart, a black that blends all colors, the deepest filth and sorrow."

"Originally, I was trying to refuse to accept all of this, and then find someone to accept it all, and gradually throw away all that darkness... But now I suddenly feel... accepting it doesn't seem so painful after all..."

"Because I've gained another madman as an accomplice!"

"Senior, what are you saying? Senior, you weren't drugged by this pervert, were you?!"

Kuroyukihime smirked and said, "I didn't expect you to have such knowledge. But then again, he drugged me, he seduce me, I couldn't take it anymore..."

"I've had enough!"

With a sharp cry, Kuroyukihime threw the knife in her hand. The knife spun and flew towards Arita Haruyuki, piercing between his legs as he screamed and tried to move.

Strands of blood still flowed along the blade, and the blank space reflected Haruyuki Arita's panicked and bewildered face.

What's going on...?

"Still don't understand... Never mind if you don't understand, there's probably no chance to understand anyway... Actually, I'm not a princess, but the Black King, the pitch-black Black King."

Kuroyukihime murmured softly, a bitter smile on her face. Two years of self-transformation had all been in vain. The Black King's suppressed personality seemed to have been instantly awakened by the stimulation of blood and passion.

At that time, Kuroyukihime, two years ago, was expelled from mental health treatment due to violence, but it was not solely because of the White King's framing.

Deeply engrossed in the Accelerated World, she has gradually lost the ability to distinguish between reality and the game, and the Black King's personality has begun to influence her in reality as well.

For two years, she not only evaded the pursuit of the Accelerated World, but also the Black King in her heart whom she disliked. She wanted to cultivate herself and become the girl she dreamed of, but all of this was destroyed by Mo Mo in an instant.

"Hey, you'll take responsibility, right, you crazy prince?"

"Of course, my black princess."