Long Live Money in Anime Crossover

Mo Mo smiled, a bright and cheerful smile. So this was the deepest part of Kuroyukihime's heart... a side that coexists with both the Black King and Kuroyukihime. But this personality tinged with darkness... is surprisingly endearing!

Upon hearing this, Kuroyukihime blushed and took Momo's hand. However, Momo turned his hand over, placing his palm against the back of Kuroyukihime's hand, then hooking his fingers between Kuroyukihime's fingers, and finally placing both of their palms on his wound.

Kuroyukihime looked at Mo Mo's wound, her expression changing slightly. The wound was still bleeding profusely. Although it hadn't damaged any blood vessels or the heart, it was still a two-centimeter penetrating wound.

"What...what are you trying to do?"

"Help me stop the bleeding, okay? I won't let go of you until I pass out from blood loss, Xiaoxue. Are you ready?"

Kuroyukihime's pupils contracted slightly as Mo Mo kissed her. Their lips finally met, a sweet and bloody kiss that pierced through their nerves.

The blood continued to flow, soaking the two people's clasped hands and sticking them together.

Blood and passion, anger and love, all were chaotically mixed together, causing Kuroyukihime's mind to become confused due to the passionate kiss.

Let it be chaotic... whatever.

With her remaining hand around Momo's neck, Kuroyukihime pressed herself against Momo with all her might, wanting to vent all the resentment in her heart.

"They've gone mad...they've all gone mad..."

All that remained was a dazed Haruyuki Arita, his lips murmuring.

Author's Note:

P.S.: Thank you Seven Sages for the 1500 points and two monthly tickets, thank you my cutest Yuan Shen for the 1500 points, and thank you Sixteen Nights Nine Nights for the 100 points. Finally, I wish everyone a Happy New Year! May you continue to be single like me in the new year, woof!

Those who leave the group will be punished by the righteous flames of F. Archmage JKing is watching you with a smile. Will you inherit my mantle, or be burned to death by the flames of punishment? Hehehehehehe...

29. Can I learn from this?

A kiss can be more than just sweet; it can also be wild and bloody.

The two seemed to erupt, craving each other, constantly entangled, as if wanting to connect their bodies as well.

They forgot everything, forgot each other. Between their tightly clasped hands, drops of blood still dripped, while their lips touched passionately.

As their bodies drew closer, Kuroyukihime had somehow managed to straddle Momo's lap. If it weren't for her injured leg, she would have already wrapped her legs around Momo's waist.

"Stop! Senior, don't be fooled by him! He's a pervert, he's a liar..."

Haruyuki Arita's eyes were almost out of focus. Even though Momo and Kuroyukihime were engaged in a passionate, bloody affair, he only dared to stare at the ground and murmur softly, as if hoping that someone would come to save him, help him, and pull him out of this sea of ​​despair.

However, he did not know that Kuroyukihime also longed for the same thing, longing to be pulled out of the abyss by Arita Haruyuki, whom she had chosen. But now, Arita Haruyuki had failed to do so. His senior, Kuroyukihime, had once again been pushed off the cliff by Mo Mo, and the two of them fell into the dark abyss together.

Kuroyukihime has disappeared, and the Black King has reappeared. However, the Black King does not crave anyone's help. She is already powerful enough. All she desires is an accomplice who can keep up with her and help her do evil.

Haruyuki Arita's trembling legs gradually recovered, because it was now certain that there would be no danger; the bloodstained knife was right in front of him.

Knife?

His eyes were fixed on the blade, and the light emanating from it seemed to reflect into Haruyuki Arita's eyes, making them light up as well.

He reached out his hand toward the knife.

He gripped the knife handle.

The hilt was sticky, a mixture of Momo's blood and Kuroyukihime's tears, so it couldn't possibly be clean.

The sticky texture almost made Haruyuki Arita feel nauseous, but his anger seemed to erupt along with the way he held the knife.

He clenched his fists as he approached, and even his fat hands revealed a few visible veins. Then, he took a step towards Mo Mo and Kuroyukihime.

The moment he took that step, Mo Mo opened his eyes. A sharp, piercing glint flashed in his eyes, followed by a slight smile.

There was no mockery, no ridicule. Mo Mo didn't need to do such a thing to Arita Haruyuki. He only cared about Kuroyukihime, and the beautiful woman in front of him who drove him crazy.

He closed his eyes again. Kuroyukihime's lips were far more attractive than this fat man's. The sweet and bloody sensation burned in Mo Mo's heart.

Haruyuki Arita's pupils suddenly contracted. Mo Mo's gaze seemed to pierce his heart. He gripped the knife, looked at Mo Mo, and then at Mo Mo's neck.

He took another step.

"Stop!"

"I told you to stop!"

Haruyuki Arita roared, and the roar finally attracted Kuroyukihime's attention. She leaned back slightly, breaking free from Momo's greedy and mischievous demands, and subconsciously turned around.

Haruyuki Arita was stunned.

It was a languid, dreamy face, flushed with happiness. Sweat and blood left a few scratches on her face, but they only accentuated Kuroyukihime's perfect red and white skin.

Kuroyukihime was breathing heavily. Mo Mo's demands gave her no chance to relax, not even the chance to breathe. She turned her head to look at the knife in Arita Haruyuki's hand and suddenly smiled.

Unlike Mo Mo, her smile was full of mockery.

However, she was not mocking Haruyuki Arita. She had no right to criticize Haruyuki Arita for her poor performance, because wasn't she also out of step with Mo Mo's rhythm and ended up in Mo Mo's arms?

Once Momo catches her, she will never have a chance to escape.

She was just mocking herself, thinking she was prepared, had the courage, and had made a decision, but in the end, she still succumbed to this confusion and madness.

"I told you, I won't give you time to rest."

Mo Mo bit Kuroyukihime's earlobe and breathed softly into her ear. Kuroyukihime trembled all over, and the last trace of clarity in her eyes disappeared again, causing her eyes to squint comfortably.

Then, Momo pinched Kuroyukihime's chin, turning her gaze away from Arita Haruyuki, and then bit her lips as punishment.

Kuroyukihime let out a soft moan and quickly took a deep breath, for she would not have another chance to breathe.

Whether it's confusion or suffocation, even if she suffocates because of this confusion, she accepts it.

I don't care about anything anymore, and I don't have the energy or spirit. Since I'm drunk, I might as well stay drunk. Why force myself to be sober?

"Ding-dong—"

The sword in Haruyuki Arita's hand had been released at some point and fell to the ground. The behavior of the two people, especially Kuroyukihime's self-deprecating smile, made him lose all his courage.

Lacking the courage to face Momo, to face Kuroyukihime, and even the courage to stand here, he turned and stumbled as he ran away, only to step on the flowers he had brought.

The tender flowers, moist with moisture, turned into a slippery ball of mud the moment he stepped on them, causing him to lose his balance, fall forward, and tumble out of the room.

Pain was everywhere, both physically and mentally. The intense stimulation made Haruyuki Arita forget the physical pain. He trembled as he got up, not daring to stop, and ran forward as if his life depended on it. He almost stumbled into the elevator, and only when he slammed his fist on the button and the elevator doors closed did he collapse to the ground as if he had used up all his strength.

In the end what happened?

Even now, Haruyuki Arita's eyes remain blank and his mind still refuses to accept the facts.

What exactly happened between Kuroyukihime and Momo?

What exactly is their relationship?

What exactly was that crazy feeling that he couldn't understand at all?

he does not know!

I really don't know...

I have absolutely no idea...

I can't keep up with the pace at all...

It seems that Momo and Kuroyukihime are not in the same world as him at all. They are people from another world. They only look like ordinary people because they occasionally relax and bring their minds back from that other world.

It only appears that way...

As expected, he was still too foolish!

Even now, Haruyuki Arita cannot describe the situation, but he knows one thing: his senior was not forced.

That intoxicated look in his eyes was less a result of being forced and more a result of enjoying himself, as if he had been freed from some kind of restraint and released his truest self from the depths of his heart.

He couldn't understand this other Kuroyukihime at all, a Kuroyukihime he had never seen before and couldn't accept, yet Mo Mo embraced her, and because of Mo Mo's embrace, she was able to release and enjoy herself freely.

Haruyuki Arita covered his face, unaware that tears were streaming down his face. The endless tears tried to wash away the despair on his face, but only made him more sorrowful.

"me……"

He wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say or who to say it to. The elevator was empty, and the mechanical sound of its operation rubbed against his heart, causing him to curl up in pain.

"Woooo..."

In the end, all her emotions turned into silent sobs, which only Haruyuki Arita could hear.

……

After Haruyuki Arita left, a girl in purple quietly peeked out from a corner in the corridor. Only after confirming that Haruyuki Arita had left did she breathe a slight sigh of relief.

"What a sharp older brother! That fat guy is so pitiful, tsk tsk. But the older brother has gained another good girl! Hmm, it seems that what Sister Argo said is also right. Otherwise, I should really try to accept a boy and date the older brother?"

Yuki smiled faintly, her hand twirling a butterfly knife incessantly. Finally, with a "snap," she sheathed the butterfly knife and tucked it into her boot.

If anyone had dared to actually hurt Momo just now, whether it was Kuroyukihime or Arita Haruyuki, even if Kuroyukihime's blade had moved forward just one millimeter, she would have plunged the butterfly knife into that person's neck without hesitation.

Having become a Heroic Spirit, and as a legitimate Heroic Spirit, she actually knows more of the cruel truths than Argo and Asuna. This is what the Hall of Heroes instilled in her, and battle is inevitable for her.

Right now, her older brother Mo Mo is still in the beginner stage and hasn't had a direct confrontation with those guys yet.

"Wow...it's so hot...can I sneak a peek here for a bit, Yui? Sigh—no? Okay, okay, I'll close the door, I won't peek anymore, alright?"

Yuki tiptoed to the door, peeked out and watched the increasingly heated atmosphere between the two, sighed slightly that she no longer had the opportunity to learn from them, and quietly closed the door.

"Alright, it's time to help my brother teach that arrogant idiot a lesson. Well, if all so-called transmigrators are like this, I can feel a lot more at ease."

After finishing his self-talk, he walked silently into the shadows again, humming a popular song he had just learned from this world, waiting for that idiot to arrive.

……

"Hey, are you alright? What happened? You don't look well?"

The security guard on duty on the first floor saw Haruyuki Arita's condition and immediately ran over. There was no way around it; a child had crawled out of the elevator, trembling all over. No matter how you looked at it, it didn't seem like he was alright.

Haruyuki Arita looked up blankly, and only breathed a slight sigh of relief when he saw a uniformed security guard. Then a thought popped into his head: "Should I ask the security guard to make those two stop?"

"Yup!"

Thinking of this, Haruyuki Arita's eyes suddenly lit up. It was blood and a knife. It couldn't be normal no matter what. Maybe if he stopped his senior for a moment, she would be able to wake up?

"Blood...blood! There's someone on the 24th floor...help!"

Haruyuki Arita trembled, unsure whether it was because he hadn't recovered yet or because he was nervous about lying.

The security guard was taken aback, then noticed the blood on Haruyuki Arita's hand. His expression changed drastically. He nodded and said, "You rest here for a bit. I'll go see what's going on. I'll call the police immediately if anything seems amiss!"

After saying that, the security guard quickly entered the elevator and pressed the button for the 24th floor.