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"If master and apprentice don't work... how about master and servant? If that doesn't work, then general and soldier. If that still doesn't work..."

161 Okay, that's enough!

Fujiwara no Megumi's veins bulged. If she still didn't realize that Momo was toying with her again at this point, then she would have wasted her time as a Heroic Spirit. If she didn't gain any wisdom at all, wouldn't she be even less capable than Kirisame Marisa?

Fujiwara no Mokou crossed her arms and stared intently at Mo Mo, waiting for Mo Mo to be so intimidated by her gaze that she felt ashamed.

Unfortunately, Mo Mo's current demeanor suggests he has no intention of giving her an explanation. Back in the afterlife, Fujiwara no Mokou had said she wouldn't mind being Mo Mo's brother for life, but that was then.

The relationship between the two has now undergone a complete transformation. While Fujiwara no Mokou doesn't necessarily insist on clinging to Momo like a heartless man, demanding a promise from him, can't Momo, right now, act like a man and properly shoulder the debts he owes?

Fujiwara no Mokou pursed her lips, her left thumb gently stroking the wedding ring on her ring finger, hidden by her other four fingers.

Although Fujiwara no Mokou now knows that Momo has already sent out more than twenty wedding rings, and may even send out more than twenty thousand more in the future, wedding rings are almost worthless to him now.

But for Fujiwara no Mokou, this ring, this so-called brotherly gift, held irreplaceable significance. It was her first, and Fujiwara no Mokou believed, wedding ring, and it would absolutely be her last.

Fujiwara no Mokou, who had already put it on, never considered, and believed, that she would never take it off. This was Fujiwara no Mokou's persistence, not only her persistence towards Momo, but also her persistence towards her own beliefs.

At this point, Fujiwara no Mokou didn't expect Momo to do much more for her. After all, Momo had brought Fujiwara no Mokou into the Hall of Heroes, allowing her and Kaguya Houraisan, along with others from the afterlife, to truly be reborn as Heroic Spirits transcending time and space. For that alone, Fujiwara no Mokou was already incredibly grateful to Momo.

Fujiwara no Mokou's strong personality and maturity made her understand that there's no such thing as a free lunch, and how extraordinary and important the status and position of a Heroic Spirit are. If she didn't feel gratitude for what she received from Momo, she wouldn't be Fujiwara no Mokou.

After all, Momo's constant joking and teasing made Fujiwara no Mokou believe that Momo truly had any feelings for her; at most, it was lust at first sight, and playfulness was the majority. Therefore, what Fujiwara no Mokou hoped for was more of a genuine response from Momo.

She felt that her request was not unreasonable, but Mo Mo did not respond to her, which made Fujiwara no Mokou feel sad.

Perhaps the truth is as the title suggests: Fujiwara no Mokou could only accept her so-called brotherly identity, and then play these inappropriate games with Momo, thus completing her Heroic Spirit career?

Fujiwara no Mokou had nothing to complain about regarding this path. But as a human being, and right now as a living, breathing human being with desires and thoughts, Fujiwara no Mokou couldn't help but crave more from Momo.

Such an idea is definitely not unreasonable, is it?

Fujiwara no Mokou, who had been staring at Mo Mo and watching him put on airs, unknowingly fell into deep thought. Her mind wandered so much that she didn't even notice that Mo Mo had stopped his verbal sparring and started to admire Fujiwara no Mokou up close.

I noticed the unnatural pallor on Fujiwara no Mokou's face, and the helplessness and disappointment in her furrowed brows and eyes. These emotions shouldn't be present in a strong girl like Fujiwara no Mokou, yet they were there nonetheless.

"I'm sorry, Mokou."

Mo Mo spoke softly again, and her gentle voice made Fujiwara no Mokou tremble. She looked at Mo Mo in disbelief and found that Mo Mo's hand was gently stroking her cheek.

"Waaah!"

This was the first time Fujiwara no Mokou had ever seen Momo with such an expression. A surge of overwhelming emotion instantly bombarded her heart, making her face flush bright red. Her heart pounded, a powerful hope fueling her excitement.

However, Fujiwara no Mokou's brain was still protesting fiercely, warning all her organs not to get too excited. This was likely another of Momo's tricks and teasing, and her brain was telling her to prepare her body for an impact.

As expected, Fujiwara no Mokou's rationality was correct this time, at least partially so. Her entire body was prepared to withstand the impact, making her tense and sensitive. Therefore, the subsequent impact caused a chain reaction of tremors throughout her body, almost completely emptying her mind and causing it to explode.

Momo kissed Fujiwara no Mokou.

Fujiwara no Mokou stared wide-eyed at Mo Mo's eyes in disbelief, their gazes locked as if frozen in ice. But the softness and warmth she felt between his lips proved it was real.

Mo Mo... kissed her?

Fujiwara no Mokou wanted to believe that this was just another prank, but after her body was in a state of excitement, all her muscles became weak, and she quickly lost all resistance and all strength, becoming a prisoner in Mo Mo's arms.

Even her eyelids felt so heavy she couldn't lift them. In her panic, Fujiwara no Mokou closed her eyes and fully immersed herself in Momo's kiss.

Even if it's just another prank, she doesn't want to miss this opportunity.

As expected, Fujiwara no Mokou was right again. Momo's kiss was very light, so light that it stopped almost immediately. The sweet taste came and went quickly, causing Fujiwara no Mokou to open her disappointed eyes and lick her lips with her tongue.

Couldn't there be a little more...?

"Waaah!"

Before Fujiwara no Mokou could even complain, she saw Momo's ambiguous smile. In an instant, she was so ashamed she wanted to disappear, and all she wanted to do was push Momo away and escape his embrace.

How could Mo Mo allow Fujiwara no Mokou to escape like that? Instead, he forcefully countered Fujiwara no Mokou's last struggle, pulled her into a deep embrace, and said, "I'm really sorry."

Fujiwara no Mokou was taken aback, only then realizing that Momo had already apologized twice. She glanced at Momo and saw that there was indeed sincere apology on his face, which made Fujiwara no Mokou's heart tighten. Why was he apologizing?

"You don't need to apologize, I understand, I understand everything."

Fujiwara no Mokou quickly said, "You are the Heroic Spirit King. The Hall of Heroes is so large, and there are so many Heroic Spirits. You have to handle all of this and deal with it. You also have to save Reimu and fight against that old hag, Yukari Yakumo. All of this puts a lot of pressure on you."

"So, it's really okay. You can tell me if you're feeling any pressure! See, we're brothers, so..."

Fujiwara no Mokou kept trying to persuade Momo, but her eyes gradually trembled. She subconsciously touched the corner of her eye and was surprised to find that it was wet.

"Ugh?"

Fujiwara no Mokou looked at the tears on her fingers in confusion, not understanding why she was crying. She clearly understood everything, understood Mo Mo's difficulties, and rationally told herself that she shouldn't pester Mo Mo too much, and should instead feel grateful to Mo Mo.

Everything seemed perfectly reasonable, so why was she crying?

"I'm sorry..."

Fujiwara no Mokou instinctively wanted to apologize. She was the one trying to persuade Momo, yet she suddenly burst into tears. Such behavior was clearly unacceptable, both as Momo's brother and as a Heroic Spirit under Momo's command.

Even as a friend of Momo, he is unqualified.

However, Momo stopped Fujiwara no Mokou from apologizing and kissed her again. This time, Momo was no longer gentle; she forcefully ravaged Fujiwara no Mokou's lips and easily pried open her teeth.

In a daze, Fujiwara no Mokou was taken by Mo Mo until she opened her sleepy eyes and realized that she had completely given up all resistance to Mo Mo, and Mo Mo's evil hands had already penetrated her clothes.

Two cold marks were on her cheeks. She wanted to reach out and touch them, but Momo's tongue beat her to it and licked away Fujiwara no Mokou's tears. Then Momo playfully winked at Fujiwara no Mokou.

Fujiwara no Mokou's breathing, which had gradually calmed down, became erratic again. She didn't ask Momo why he was doing this, nor did she dwell on why she had suddenly cried. She was only concerned with Momo's large hand that was checking her heartbeat, hands that danced in sync with her heartbeat.

I understand how you feel, so all I can say is sorry.

Momo gently kissed Fujiwara no Mokou's forehead and said, "Just as you thought, when I first met you and became your brother, it was indeed more of a joke. After all, at that time I needed to understand your and Kaguya's identities, and I also needed to find Gensokyo."

“Until now, there has been too much utilitarianism involved in the whole process, so I feel very apologetic towards you. Mokou, you may not know, but your gratitude and understanding make me feel even more ashamed.”

Fujiwara no Mokou's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately understood. If Mo Mo had no sense of responsibility, then no matter what Fujiwara no Mokou did, Mo Mo would not feel the slightest remorse. But now, Fujiwara no Mokou's gratitude and understanding were actually testing Mo Mo's sense of responsibility.

Although Mo Mo felt that his integrity had crossed the line, he was confident that he was at least passable when it came to a sense of responsibility.

"So, Mokou, I just kissed you, and now I'm holding you. Will you be angry?"

This abrupt question left Fujiwara no Mokou completely bewildered. However, at this moment, Fujiwara no Mokou was quite qualified to answer it, because she was gritting her teeth and resisting the invasion of Momo's two large hands.

"If getting angry were useful, I would have roasted you to a crisp by now! And you...you need to use less force, slower...slower!"

Seeing Fujiwara no Mokou shrink even smaller, like a curled-up red shrimp, Mo Mo didn't hide the smile on his lips. Instead, he increased the strength and rhythm of his hands. Under Fujiwara no Mokou's murderous gaze, he made her even less able to resist, ensuring that Fujiwara no Mokou wouldn't roast Mo Mo into charcoal.

Fujiwara no Mokou's words were not just empty talk. Having entered the Hall of Heroes from the afterlife, she no longer possessed the abilities of the original Fujiwara no Mokou from Gensokyo, except for those of the afterlife. Her abilities as a Hourai person and her fire abilities had all disappeared.

However, Fujiwara no Mokou clearly has a special fondness for fire, and is currently a Level 5 fire-generating ability user. This ability was naturally tailor-made for her by Kazakiri Hyouka.

This ability is more than enough to roast Momo to a crisp; turning half of Gensokyo into a fiery hell is also within Fujiwara no Mokou's capabilities. As for the specific extent of its potential, that's up to Fujiwara no Mokou to develop herself.

"What...are you trying to say?!"

Fujiwara no Mokou's voice trembled slightly, but she didn't reject Mo Mo's treatment of her. She was prepared anyway; she had almost succumbed to Mo Mo in the afterlife, so there was nothing wrong with succumbing to him now.

However, what Fujiwara no Mokou longed for even more was Momo's feelings for her, a feeling that her emotions would be reciprocated. Previously, Fujiwara no Mokou had used reason and gratitude to tell herself not to crave, but now, a greedy feeling was growing infinitely within her, like Momo's undulating hand, constantly eroding her last line of rational defense.

Momo sensed Fujiwara no Mokou's feelings from her heartbeat, and his smile widened. Fujiwara no Mokou's current attitude was exactly what he desired. What Momo wanted was a Fujiwara no Mokou who was devoted to him, not a grateful person who would be at his beck and call and demanded out of reason and gratitude.

This can be considered the amount of restraint that Mo Mo can maintain at the moment.

“So,” Momo continued, “Mokou, it’s okay to be a little greedy, a little more eager, a little more willful, a little more affectionate, or even a little more violent. That’s the real Fujiwara no Mokou, not a fake burdened by pressure.”

"I understand how you feel. After we finish this mission, I'll travel with you as you please. Although this can't make up for a romantic encounter and getting to know each other, at least our honeymoon can be more joyful and meaningful!"

"This is my compensation. I originally planned to give you a surprise later, but seeing that you looked like you were about to cry, I could only tell you first."

"You're the one who's going to cry! Who's going to cry?"

Fujiwara no Mokou raised her feeble fist in protest. Now, reminded by Momo, she finally realized why she had been silently weeping.

It turns out that her inner strength was far less than her rational strength. Perhaps this is a feeling that a girl should naturally have; absolute rationality is something that even the most seemingly strong girl cannot completely control.

Fujiwara no Mokou threw a punch at Momo in protest, but Momo ignored her punch and instead bit Fujiwara no Mokou's lips and tongue again, giving the defiant Fujiwara no Mokou a good lesson.

It wasn't until Fujiwara no Mokou, in her shame and anger, pushed Momo away and stood up that her lips were finally freed from Momo's devilish mouth.

"Alright, that's enough... that's enough!"

162 Let's work together to save Reimu!

Fujiwara no Mokou stared nervously at Mo Mo, fearing that he wouldn't let her go and would press his advantage. At the moment, Fujiwara no Mokou had no confidence that she could refuse Mo Mo; every move he made seemed to possess a magical power, drawing her in irresistibly.

Fujiwara no Mokou is now somewhat regretting it.

She forcibly broke the brotherly bond between herself and Momo, allowing them to be closer. Originally, these were two happy things, and putting them together would seem to make them even happier. But the reality was not so. Fujiwara no Mokou had already sensed that if Momo really let go completely, she would absolutely not be able to handle him and would be dragged into an abyss in an instant.

There's no way around it. One is a seasoned veteran, and the other is an innocent little white flower. With such a huge difference in experience, how could Fujiwara no Mokou possibly control Momo? If Fujiwara no Mokou wants to continue, it won't be long before she's completely at Momo's mercy.

Fujiwara no Mokou had clearly noticed this as well, which is why she pushed Momo away in embarrassment and annoyance, preventing him from taking things too far. Her personality was merely assertive, not unrestrained; how could she possibly accept something as outrageous as having her first time with Momo in the wild?

However, worried that Momo might misunderstand, Fujiwara no Mokou quickly said, "Um, Momo, you said you would make it up to me, right? So, when we get back to Valhalla, you'll take me to all the worlds. At that time, I will..."

Fujiwara no Mokou pursed her lips, unable to continue. She knew that this was just an excuse, and whether it could temporarily stop the increasingly heated atmosphere between the two depended on Mo Mo's choice.

After saying that, Fujiwara no Mokou secretly glanced at Mo Mo. However, to Fujiwara no Mokou's surprise, Mo Mo was frowning and looking around, completely ignoring what Fujiwara no Mokou had just said.

ha?

What's going on here?!

Fujiwara no Mokou instantly became furious. She had almost been taken advantage of by Mo Mo on the spot! If it weren't for her self-respect, ideals, and perseverance, Mo Mo would probably have already made intimate contact with her by now.

Their relationship had deteriorated to this point. Even if Fujiwara no Mokou rudely pushed Momo away, displeasing him, shouldn't Momo still act completely indifferent to her, not even sparing her a glance? Even if Momo were to glare at Fujiwara no Mokou with a greedy, predatory look, she would have accepted it. But now, Momo showed absolutely no lingering affection for her.

That guy... he's a complete bastard, an absolute bastard!

Enraged, Fujiwara no Mokou rushed to Mo Mo's side in an instant, about to grab Mo Mo's neck and demand to know what she meant. But Mo Mo, who hadn't looked at Fujiwara no Mokou, seemed to know all the flaws in Fujiwara no Mokou's movements, easily dissipating Fujiwara no Mokou's strength and pulling her into his arms.

"you!"

"Shh, stop fooling around, look around."

Fujiwara no Mokou was slightly taken aback. She subconsciously looked around as Mo Mo had instructed, and was astonished to find that a thick fog had enveloped them at some point.

The thick fog arrived silently, and its density was almost so great that it made people invisible. But that wasn't the strangest thing. What was even stranger was that, despite the fog being so thick, it seemed to have overlooked Momo and Fujiwara no Mokou, as if a thick white army had surrounded them.

"This is……"

Fujiwara no Mokou frowned in thought. The appearance of fog in her imagination wasn't strange; it was just normal weather. For one thing, places like the Lake of Fog were shrouded in mist every day. So, from that perspective, the presence of thick fog around them wasn't unusual.