Lonely Rock for the Blind.

"...It was you, Ryou-senpai, who completely shattered my hopes for you..."

Kita Ikuyo said helplessly.

Behind Nekoyashiki Haru, Goto Ichiri gently tugged at Nekoyashiki Haru's sleeve.

“That… Qing…”

Goto Ichiri swallowed hard.

"Could I... borrow this wig tonight?"

"Hmm? Is that possible? What are you going to do with it?"

"I just...want to borrow it for one night..."

Goto Ichiri's expression turned panicked.

"Ok."

Nekoyashiki Haru nodded.

Let's get one custom-made later.

"Thanks…"

Goto Ichiri hugged his hood tightly.

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Chapter 316 Damp

In the dimly lit closet.

"Haa...haa..."

Wearing a pink tracksuit, Goto Ichiri stared at the notebook in front of her with trembling eyes.

The words and phrases on the paper were arranged haphazardly, and the pen tip hesitated to write anything.

"Ha...ha...this kind of lyrics is absolutely unacceptable!"

Goto Ichiri lowered his head as if deflated.

So inspiration is still necessary...

Or... like before, let's ask Qing for help...

Goto Ichiri closed his eyes, then suddenly opened them.

Speaking of...sunny...the wig I borrowed today...

Goto Ichiri slowly looked at the hood placed behind him.

"...glug..."

dong dong dong...

My heart rate increased in sync with it.

Goto Ichiri didn't actually intend to do anything.

But after the street performance ended and I took off the headgear, I felt a sense of emptiness inside.

Or rather... when Qing isn't around...

Take out your phone and play the song that Yamada Ryo had previously sent to the group chat.

Goto Ichiri took a deep breath and put on the hood.

That way...maybe it will spark some inspiration...

Its nose twitched, trying to detect the scent molecules inside the hood.

"what…"

Goto Ichiri leaned to one side, his hands supporting his hood.

That way, you might find inspiration.

It felt like Qing was hugging me... Wait, if that's the case, I could just ask Qing Qing directly and she would do it too.

The moment I thought of this, the spark of inspiration that had just formed vanished without a trace.

"... "

Goto Ichiri slowly lowered the hand that was holding the hood.

Indeed... I should try something more special...

With everyone wearing sun hats these days, what can we do to find inspiration?

And everyone's past? Qing's gentleness?

Pure...

Goto Ichiri's hand slowly moved towards the sweatpants.

More often, it's about pure, innocent feelings.

That's right, me and everyone else, including Qing, are sincere and untainted by any bad desires...

"Ugh... Haa..."

The nasal cavity contracted even more greedily in response to the smell inside the hood.

The electronic facial expression on the headgear was accidentally activated.

Pink heart patterns on faces kept flashing in the dark closet.

A feeling that surged like a tidal wave, blurring one's consciousness.

batches...

Will this really help you find inspiration?

No... can this still be considered a pure relationship?

It should count, right?

Goto Ichiri was breathing rapidly.

And so I became immersed in the hood, as if suffocating from the fantasy.

The heart pattern on the headgear flashed faster and faster.

Five seconds later, the brightness suddenly increased, and Goto Ichiri tensed up as well.

Then, the love disappeared, and Goto Ichiri lowered his head as if all his strength had been drained.

Snap...

The hood slipped off Goto Ichiri's head.

Pink strands of hair clung to her rosy cheeks.

Goto Ichiri stretched out her trembling hand in front of her, which was still glistening with tears.

She sighed and slumped down next to her notebook.

"Haa...haa...haa...I'm so terrible..."

Goto Ichiri sighed.

Even though Qing and I are already in this kind of relationship, I still seem to only dare to fantasize about this kind of thing by myself.

It would be perfectly normal for me to ask Qing for help, right?

But... but I still didn't dare, if I were rejected...

And what if I get pregnant? What will my parents say then?!

I can abort it... but, but I absolutely cannot abort Qing's child...

Goto Ichiri picked up the notebook, and the pen tip began to rustle across its pages.

The feeling just now... was different from before...

Write it down...

Goto Ichiri squinted, unzipped his blouse, ignoring the faint white mist, and recorded the muddy ** he had just witnessed.

"... "

Then the pen suddenly stopped.

"Wait...wait...I'm supposed to be writing lyrics!"

Goto Ichiri suddenly realized what was happening and let out a strange cry.

"Quick...quick! I just did that to Qing...no, Qing's hood, so at least the lyrics...have to be written down!"

Goto Ichiri pressed down on the notebook, her blue eyes glistening.

"After I have the lyrics... Qing will praise me... hehe..."

Goto Ichiri fantasized like this, slowly calming her pounding heart.

...

……

.........

"Eh?"

At the Nekoyashiki house, Ijichi Nijika's body stiffened for a moment.

She originally came to deliver food to Nekoyashiki Haru. Although Nekoyashiki Haru has now returned to a normal appetite, Ichichi Nijika still prefers that he eat what she makes.

I hope it will be like this now, and I hope it will be like this in the future.

As for why the body is stiff now...

"Have you already told everyone, Hongxia?"