Long Live Money in Anime Crossover

Momo understood the characteristics of cats and naturally knew how to avoid stimulating their sensitive nerves. He released Best's paws and moved both hands to Best's head, but did not directly touch Best's ears.

Instead, Momo's hands seemed interested in Best's braids hidden under her hood. They were a pair of twin braids in front of Best, reaching about below her chest. Usually, because of the large hood, only the bottom of the braids were exposed.

Now, the braids were in Momo's hands. Momo gently stroked Best's braids, without touching Best's skin, just like gently combing the fur on a cat.

Best, who was initially very nervous, seemed to have not expected Momo to make such a move. Due to her high concentration from the tension, the cat ears began to slowly stop trembling, since Momo's hands would not stimulate that area at all.

Silver strands of hair flowed through Momo's hands, and the hair, which had become somewhat messy due to the hood, was straightened by Momo. Unconsciously, Momo's hand also moved to the top of Best's head.

Best seemed a little nervous again, but Momo's large hands stopped, covering most of Best's head, his palms pressed against Best's scalp through her hair, warming Best's tense skin with his own heat.

Momo hesitated to act, but the warmth of Momo's palm soothed Best's tense scalp. The skin on his head began to relax with the warmth, and Best let out a soft breath, his tension easing once again.

For a moment, both of them fell silent, the only sound between them being the warmth of Mo Mo's palm.

"Best, you should know my identity, you should know that I come from another world."

Best was taken aback, her body tensing up again. Was Mo Mo going to ask her some secrets now? Was everything Mo Mo had just done all for this question?

For a moment, Best felt a chill.

"That's right, what do you want to ask?"

This time, Best didn't remain silent; instead, she answered Momo, wanting to see what Momo was up to.

"That would be wonderful. That way, telling you my story shouldn't be anything taboo, right?"

Best was stunned again, and asked, "Your story?"

“That’s right, since the two of us are here, we should talk about something. Since you have many things you can’t say, it’s not convenient to talk about your things. So, let’s talk about my story.”

"This is my personal life experience, an experience from another world. I'm sure you've never heard of it before, Best."

Best's ears perked up slightly, a gesture that seemed to indicate her curiosity.

Best was always curious about humans and everything in the human world, which was one of the reasons why she was out of place among the other Crimson World beings.

"It is not a prohibited item."

Best confirmed Momo's guess, and this confirmation also showed that Best was indeed curious.

This curiosity wasn't something that arose recently; rather, it had lingered in Best's mind ever since he learned that Momo was a manager, and it had never faded.

Now, it seems that what Momo is about to say can alleviate Best's doubts.

"Well then, I'll tell you. In my past life, I was a so-called illegal immigrant..."

Mo Mo began to recount his story slowly. At this moment, Mo Mo only remembered events from before his transmigration in his previous life, but this still amounted to a full hundred years of life experience, and an almost legendary one at that. If Mo Mo wanted to, writing an autobiography of ten million words wouldn't be a problem.

So, Mo Mo casually picked up on things that had left a deep impression on him in his past life, whether they were from his childhood or his adulthood, whether they were related to life or work, whether they were successful or unsuccessful. All of these things were transformed into captivating stories by Mo Mo's eloquence, far surpassing those of a third-rate author who writes infinite flow novels.

Best gradually sank into it, her eyes slightly narrowed as she felt the warmth of Momo's palm. Her erect cat ears slowly lowered, her outer ears protruding forward, showing her current comfort.

As Momo spoke, his hands gradually began to move over Best's head, a warm current flowing over Best's entire head and finally converging on Best's cat ears.

Whenever Best's cat ears perked up due to tension, Momo would slow down; whenever Best's cat ears got used to the presence of Momo's large hands, Momo would go even further.

Finally, Momo's large hand completely enveloped Best's cat ears, but did not touch the skin of Best's cat ears. The warmth of Momo's palm was transmitted to Best's cat ears in the air, causing Best's cat ears to gradually change color, seemingly gaining a touch of fiery red.

Best's eyes narrowed even more, almost closing completely, and although her ears were still twitching slightly, the movement was becoming less and less pronounced.

A blush crept onto Best's cheeks without her noticing, and her breathing became slightly heavier, somewhat incongruous with her seemingly sleepy expression.

Momo continued speaking, and Best listened quietly. The only sound that seemed to be moving was Best's cat ears, which had been heated red by Momo's palms.

Finally, Momo's palm moved toward Best's cat ears, brushing against the downy fur behind Best's ears. The electric-like sensation made Best tremble all over.

This time, Momo did not back down. He placed his palm against the back of Best's cat ears, and bent his fingers to the front of the cat ears, making a gesture as if he were holding the cat ears in his hand. His fingers gently touched the auricle of Best's cat ears.

Best sensed Momo's actions, lowered his head, and stared at the large hole that had just been smashed by the phosphorescent robot, his eyes somewhat unfocused.

Now, she has gotten used to the temperature on her ears.

Even now, with the sudden addition of a tactile sensation, the sensation of Mo Mo's fingers...

It doesn't seem so bad...

Author's Note:

Second update...

072 Who says you have to use your hands to pat someone's head?

Best had never experienced this feeling before, from the time she appeared in the Crimson World to now, whether as the Crimson World's true form or as a human.

Her cat ears were always a taboo subject for her, as they were far too sensitive. Even the slightest touch would trigger an overreaction from Best, and they would also become a weakness during battles. All of this meant that Best's cat ears were forever lonely and isolated.

Let alone letting others touch her, even if others just see her, Best will feel strange and uncomfortable.

Now, Momo's hand touched her cat ears, but Best had unknowingly become accustomed to Momo's temperature and to the feeling of Momo touching her most sensitive cat ears.

Best's ears no longer trembled and twitched from sensitivity; instead, they rose and fell rhythmically with Best's somewhat flustered breathing. Momo could see and feel all of this now.

This also means that it's finally time for Mo Mo to make his move.

Momo's fingers, as if playing a soothing piano melody, brushed against Best's earlobe, while her palms exerted a slight pressure, no longer satisfied with the simplest touch.

As Momo exerted force, Best's cat ears began to deform in Momo's hands, sometimes becoming narrower, sometimes bending.

Even if Momo occasionally uses a little more force, causing Best's cat ears to completely lose their shape, Best will only shudder slightly and then immediately return to normal.

She had completely surrendered her ears to Momo, and Momo naturally did not disappoint Best's expectations. He used countless experiences that seemed to have popped into his mind to gently let Best's cat ears enjoy all kinds of touches.

"Lean back a little."

Momo lowered his head, his chin almost touching the top of Best's head, and his soft words brushed against Best's cat ears, causing Best to nod obediently.

Best, whose face was already flushed red, seemed to have his eyes completely closed, no longer paying attention to what Momo was doing. With each breath, he seemed to be emitting a faint snoring sound.

Since Best didn't object, Momer continued.

Momo pulled Best's small shoulders back, letting Best lean against his chest. Then, he put one arm around Best's lower abdomen and the other arm around Best's two clenched fists, placing them on Best's chest.

With his large hand enveloping the small hand, Momo used his five fingers to gradually separate Best's curled fingers, allowing Best's two palms to be completely contained within his palms, preventing Best's hands from moving at all.

In this way, it was as if Best was locked in Momo's arms, and the petite Best was almost completely integrated into Momo's embrace.

Seemingly sensing the change in posture, Best opened her eyes slightly, and her beautiful snoring stopped. Her teary, emerald-green eyes seemed to carry a hint of disappointment.

Is it over?

However, the even hotter sensation that followed proved that this was far from over.

"what!"

Best let out a scream and instinctively tried to escape, but Momo, who had already locked Best in his arms, would not allow Best to leave so easily.

"Mo Mo...you...what is this...?"

"To make you more comfortable, close your eyes and enjoy it. Your beautiful snoring just now was so enchanting, let me listen to it a little longer, okay?"

"Ah... um..."

Best tried to say something, but the intense heat emanating from the cat's ears made her tremble all over. Every second, her body would shake several times, and soon the last bit of resistance in her heart disappeared.

Although what Momo did... left Best at a loss for how to face it, this burning sensation... had already set Best's heart ablaze, a feeling akin to enjoying the power of existence.

Best... finally closed her eyes again, her emerald green eyes disappearing, leaving only a flushed face and rapid breathing.

Her trembling body pressed completely against Momo, making Momo her sole support, and all her sensory nerves seemed to share the pressure from the sensitive cat ears.

What did Momo do?

With both hands occupied locking Best, what else could Momo do?

It was just using the remaining movable parts to clean the fur on Best's ears, which is in line with the cat's cleanliness-loving nature!

Momo simply put Best's cat ears in her mouth.

The temperature, much higher than a hand's, instantly caused Best's cat ears to tremble uncontrollably inside Momo's mouth, as if trying to escape. But Momo kept her lips tightly shut; how could she allow this adorable little sprite to escape?

The tip of her tongue gently swept across the outline of Best's cat ears, pressing down the fine downy hairs around the outline, and finally delving into the deep, hidden interior, gently touching the innermost skin of Best, touching the parts full of blood vessels and nerves, allowing that extremely sensitive part to experience Momo's warmth.

As Momo went deeper, Best's entire body tensed up, her back arched like a bow, and her chest seemed to be flattened by her own exertion.

Best's slender fingers gripped Mo Mo's fingers, her legs twitching restlessly, her small leather shoes scraping haphazardly against the ground. It seemed that only in this way could she vent the emotions that had accumulated in her heart.

After tormenting Best's left cat ear for a full fifteen minutes, Momo reluctantly opened her mouth to let the adorable elf leave. Looking at the bright red cat ear, glistening with wisps of steam rising from it, Momo nodded in satisfaction.

Best, as if relieved of a great burden, took a deep breath and relaxed, collapsing against Momo. The snoring that had been absent for a while returned.

However, this was only half of it. Best's left cat ear gleamed with a moist, satisfied sheen, while the right one trembled and wept alone. How could Momo show favoritism to him?

Just as Best breathed a sigh of relief, he cried out again. This time, Best was instantly defeated and had nowhere to run. Unable to resist, Best simply turned his body and buried his face in Momo's shoulder, burning Momo's neck with the heat of his cheek.

Momo watched all this with a smile, continuing to serve Best and letting Best enjoy the process of physical and mental pleasure, so that Best would understand that touching ears could be very comfortable.

Although Momo's way of touching is a little different, no one has ever stipulated that you have to use your hands to touch your ears, right?

After an unknown amount of time, Momo finally stopped, because she felt that if she didn't stop, Best's small chest would burst from her own weight.

Watching the rapid, large movements of her chest, Mo Mo was worried for Best. Could her small body withstand Mo Mo's service?

However, in the end, Momo had to admire Best's resilience; Best had finally pulled through. Momo then switched to stroking Best's small cat ears, which was much easier than their previous more intimate contact.

Best had become able to accept this level of touch, her restless body curling up tightly against Momo, gradually calming down. Her burning body also cooled down little by little, and her fiery red cheeks finally regained some of their normal color.

However, Best's comfortable purring never disappeared. The purring, like that of a kitten, with the special tone of Best's lovely voice, was like a serenade, thanking Momo, the hardworking service worker.

Suddenly, Best moved her hands, gently pushed away the large hands that were holding her small hands, and then sat on Momo's lap, holding onto Momo's shoulders.

She kept her head down, not daring to look at Mo Mo, but Mo Mo vaguely noticed that her still somewhat hazy and moist emerald green eyes were secretly glancing at Mo Mo's face.

Upon noticing that Momo's complexion was also abnormal, quite rosy, Best's lips curled into a faint smile.

"what happened?"

Momo asked softly, and Best shook his head, reached out and took the large hand that was on her head, then turned to look at Momo.

Although she still dared not look into Mo Mo's eyes, those wandering eyes, the faint water stains at the corners of her eyes, and the lingering blush on her cheeks were the best reward for Mo Mo.

"Misaka Mikoto is coming."

Mo Mo was taken aback and asked, "You can predict the future?"

"No, not predicting the future, but..."