Long Live Money in Anime Crossover

Before they knew it, the entire square was filled with the girls, who blocked all the exits and formed a huge circle. In the center of the circle were Momo and Last Order.

Mo Mo felt a bead of cold sweat trickle down her forehead... The sisters' behavior was probably just a subconscious collective reaction due to the large number of people, right? And the red glow in their eyes and their rosy cheeks must be because of the hot weather, right?

However, Mo Mo sensed that things weren't so simple. Both Last Order and the sisters had come prepared today, while Mo Mo was only now realizing something was wrong, putting her in an extremely passive position.

No, we have to think of a way; we can't let this situation continue!

Otherwise...

Momo seemed to hear wails coming from hell, and the one howling was Momo himself!

It wasn't that Mo Mo was cowardly and wanted to run away, nor that Mo Mo was afraid to face Last Order and her sisters, nor that Mo Mo lacked the courage to bear everything. It was just that there were so many sisters... 20,000 of them! Please spare Mo Mo!

However, it's clear that the tens of thousands of girls present don't intend to let Mo Mo leave just like that!

The one who tied the knot must untie it. Thinking of this, Mo Mo quickly looked at Last Order, reluctantly released Last Order's chest, then grabbed Last Order's shoulders and shook Last Order vigorously.

At this moment, Momo hoped to restore her brother's dignity and then, through her excellent and experienced art of conversation, use pure and elegant words of justice to make Last Order understand how irrational her desires and actions were at this moment.

In Mo Mo's opinion, no matter how monstrous the Last Order became after becoming a Heroic Spirit, it couldn't possibly be more skilled than Mo Mo, a veteran driver who had been driving for over a hundred years, right?

When it comes to empty talk, who's afraid of whom?

However, the next moment, Mo Mo knew he was wrong, terribly wrong.

Because the final work clearly doesn't play by the rules and doesn't intend to talk to Momo, she wants to put all her thoughts into action.

Her final work featured a change in physique.

The petite figure, originally only a little over a meter tall, whose flat body, except for her disproportionately large chest, was the last vestige of a child's physique, was instantly bathed in light, which then rapidly grew and changed.

Gazing at this wondrous light, and witnessing for the first time the heroic spirits adjusting their own bodies, Mo Mo felt as if she had returned to the time in her past life when she first saw a magical girl transform, experiencing that sense of wonder and excitement.

Soon, the light faded, and the final form, having readjusted its shape, appeared before Mo Mo's eyes. This time, Mo Mo couldn't look away.

If Last Order was a little kid just now, then Last Order now is a perfectly beautiful and mature older sister, with a taller and more outstanding figure than Misaka Mirei. In particular, her long brown hair that reaches her ankles gives her a bit of the charm of Kazakiri Hyouka.

Judging from the age, perhaps it can be understood that the final work took ten years to grow up and then had long hair for ten years?

Of course, that's not the most crucial point.

Most importantly, Last Order is still wearing the same clothes she wore in her little kid mode. Now that she's a mature and beautiful older sister, how can that cartoon suspender dress withstand such pressure?

"Thorn-"

With a soft sound, Mo Mo looked intently and saw that the last piece of clothing on the dress was torn from the waist all the way to the shoulder, turning from a complete dress into a tattered piece of fabric hanging diagonally on her body.

A gentle spring breeze blew by, causing the tattered pieces of cloth covering Last Order's body to shift away from its form, revealing the perfect body hidden behind the cloth.

At this moment, Mo Mo was surprised to discover that the ripping sound was actually the sound of two pieces of clothing tearing at the same time. As the spring breeze passed by, a small white object embroidered with a huge smiling frog face was blown away from Last Order's waist, rubbing against Last Order's thighs and calves, and slowly fell to Last Order's ankle.

Hmm... Same taste as Mikoto, no wonder they share the same genes. Also, the Last Order skin is brown too, just like Mikoto's, so cute!

As for why it was two pieces instead of three, Momo had already repeatedly touched and confirmed this when she first started doing good deeds gently, and in the end, she simply wore two pieces.

After all, she's just a child, so it doesn't matter what she wears. We're all family here, so who would be interested in a little girl like Last Order?

But now… looking at the scene peeking out from the tattered pieces of cloth on Last Order’s body, Mo Mo couldn’t help but sigh. The sight on Last Order’s body at this moment was a naked temptation!

"Humph!"

Last Order, hands on hips, let out his signature light laugh, and the ahoge on his head had grown three times longer, shaking incessantly as if it were alive.

"How is it, big brother? This is a figure that we all carefully designed. It's the perfect figure that everyone agrees on in big sister's eyes, and I believe it's the kind of figure that big brother likes too!"

"Come on, hurry up and perform Misaka Misaka! Misaka Misaka is broad-shouldered now and can withstand your brother's praise!"

At this moment, the last work clearly presents her as a mature older sister. If she were to change into an elegant and noble dress and keep a cold face, she might even be called an ice queen.

However, this mature older sister still maintained the expression of Last Order and the posture of hands on hips. Judging from her head held high, eyes squinting, and constantly shaking ahoge (a stray hair on her head), Last Order seemed unchanged.

As long as things haven't changed, there's still a chance!

Mo Mo suppressed her natural yearning for beauty and decided to continue her grand plan of verbal sparring. The situation was quickly spiraling out of control, and Mo Mo needed to quickly persuade Last Order to back down.

Otherwise...

Looking at Last Order's face, which bore a striking resemblance to Misaka Mikoto, and her mature, alluring figure, Mo Mo couldn't help but recall his first time with Misaka Mikoto. Although Misaka Mikoto's unintentional flirting was a torment for Mo Mo, it was also a unique experience.

Cough, as the electric current passed through his body, his whole body couldn't help but contract and tense up. Coupled with Misaka Mikoto's cooperation at that time, Mo Mo even had the illusion that electric current play was not bad.

However, that was an accident and doesn't really count.

Yes, that's right.

Therefore, Momo must stop the final act, otherwise, Momo might lose control of himself!

"Actually, I have something to say..."

Mo Mo was unable to utter these words. Just like before, the final work did not give Mo Mo a chance to speak; she wanted to put everything into action, to express her feelings through her actions.

The final act clearly knew how powerful Mo Mo's verbal skills were, so she threw herself into Mo Mo's arms, hugged his neck tightly, and silenced his verbal barrage with her own lips.

Mo Mo instantly sensed the difference between the last bite and the previous one. It was the same taste, but with a sweet and intoxicating aroma, making Mo Mo want to embrace the beauty right then and there.

However, Momo was rational and pure; he could use reason to overcome his desires. Therefore, Momo decided to push away the Last Work, because he felt that the Last Work at this moment was too impulsive, and a decision made impulsively might lead to regret later.

However, Mo Mo was surprised to find that he couldn't move at all!

It wasn't the power of Last Order. Although Last Order wished she could transform into an octopus and wrap herself around Mo Mo, she was, after all, a novice and certainly not as experienced as Mo Mo. Mo Mo believed she could easily escape Last Order's embrace.

However, it wasn't just Last Order who attacked Momo!

009 Guess who I am?

Before anyone knew it, the sisters had arrived at Momo's side, and not just one sister, but a large group of sisters who could completely surround Momo and Last Order.

Just as Mo Mo was about to defend herself, to resist the Last Work's advances and to protect her chastity, her sister intervened.

That's right, they really did make a move, and not just one hand, but countless hands.

A circle of younger sisters reached out to Mo Mo, countless small, fair hands, trembling slightly, touching her body. In an instant, Mo Mo felt as if she were being gently held in countless hands, the warmth and scent of her sisters filling her entire being.

Mo Mo was startled. Although he considered himself an experienced driver, he had never received such treatment before. Even in his past life, despite his extensive reading, he had never imagined he would encounter such a situation.

If we were to find a pattern in Momo's knowledge to describe her current situation... it would probably be like a pure and beautiful girl suddenly encountering a sticky, wet monster with countless tentacles and tentacles.

Huh... why did it suddenly turn into a tentacle play?

No!

He, Momo, is the King of Heroes! Why would he be subjected to tentacle play, and what's more, it's a real-life cosplay tentacle play by his sisters!

No!

Mo Mo must rebel, she absolutely must rebel, otherwise, wouldn't all of Mo Mo's illustrious reputation be ruined by her final masterpiece? Mo Mo, who has never crashed before, is about to be flipped off Mount Akina by her sisters?

The younger sisters seemed to have anticipated Mo Mo's resistance. Although many hands reached out to Mo Mo, they were not groping randomly. Instead, under the control of the Misaka Network, they cooperated tacitly and acted quickly.

Just a second later, before Mo Mo could figure out how to resist his sisters and protect his virginity, he was shocked to find that his sisters were holding something very familiar to him.

The top, the pants, and the underwear that Best picked out for Momo today—shouldn't all of this be worn by him? How did it end up in the hands of his sisters?

Mo Mo glanced at herself and exclaimed, "Eek!"

Why is he completely naked?

Similarly, the last piece of clothing on the body also disappeared, along with the tattered pieces of cloth on the body.

what is this?

Mo Mo was both shocked and amused. The girls' cosplay of the tentacle monster was a bit too professional. Not only were the tentacles perfectly captured, but they even managed to portray the tentacles melting clothes. This cosplay was simply amazing!

Even at this moment, the final act continued. She hugged Mo Mo's neck with one hand and tightly embraced his back with the other, pressing her body against him as if trying to completely merge with him.

Mo Mo naturally understood what the Last Work was worried about; she was still worried that Mo Mo would just run away like that.

Hmm... Momo was planning to do the same thing.

How could Momo, a pure and great person who would never yield to evil forces, simply succumb to the tyranny of the Last Order?

He wanted to rebel; he wanted to fight for his chastity!

“Good luck, good luck!”

A surge of electricity, powerful enough to knock out an ordinary person, instantly coursed through Mo Mo's body, causing him to shudder. He stared stiffly at Last Order before him, whose tongue had already left Mo Mo's tightly clenched teeth.

I won't let you in just like that, hmph!

This is Momo trying to protect her chastity!

At this moment, Last Order's face had turned completely blood red, her eyes were unfocused, her originally rosy lips had become somewhat swollen, and her chest was heaving rapidly, desperately providing her with oxygen to keep her brain functioning.

The reason she was in this state was naturally because she seemed completely inexperienced. Even though she was the one forcing Mo Mo, trying to make him submit, she almost became deeply immersed in the kiss, nearly forgetting to breathe.

However, this appearance of Last Order made Mo Mo even more wary, because Last Order's palm was stroking Mo Mo's back, constantly releasing electric current, causing Mo Mo's body to stiffen.

"Hey, that's too much!"

Mo Mo protested angrily and in surprise. Last Order and her sisters not only outnumbered her but also used their abilities. They had clearly been plotting against Mo Mo for a long time!

However, Mo Mo didn't expect that things were only just beginning to get worse. The hands that had just snatched Mo Mo's clothes returned, grabbing Mo Mo's arms and supporting her body. Almost Mo Mo's entire body was now in the hands of her sisters.

Then, Mo Mo was lifted up and quickly carried to a short distance away, where she was gently placed on a large, brand-new bed.

"You've already prepared your beds and faces!"

Mo Mo felt a mix of amusement and exasperation. However, what made her even more helpless was that the younger girls began to divide the work. Some girls stood guard, while many others produced tarpaulins and tools from somewhere, seemingly setting up a tent that covered the entire square.

Who on earth came up with such an idea, such a crazy one? Aren't the sisters afraid that Momo will rebel or provoke them by acting like this?

Countless hands pressed Mo Mo down on the bed. Although the movements were gentle, the combined force of so many hands was immense. Not only that, several of the younger sisters continuously released electric currents to restrict Mo Mo's movements, while the leader, the Last One, gently climbed onto the bed and came to Mo Mo's side, looking at her with some panic.

It seems that she still has no intention of cooperating with Momo or letting Momo take the initiative. She has already decided to do everything herself.

"Ugh……"

Mo Mo sighed, his expression suddenly turning serious, and said, "Do you really know what you're doing? This is going too far."

These words seemed to carry immense authority in an instant. Although Mo Mo's tone was calm, the younger sisters instinctively felt Mo Mo's power within it.

The younger sisters shuddered and instinctively withdrew their hands, while those who were emitting electric shocks quickly withdrew their powers. Even the most boisterous of them, Last Order, stiffened, like a beautiful statue lying on the bed.

Mo Mo slowly sat up, gently stroking Last Order's face, and said, "What made you suddenly become so radical? Even I would be really angry about this behavior. I do love you very much, but if you 20,000 sisters are really so unscrupulous, I won't just do nothing."

"What... happened to you?"