Tokyo Soft Rice King.

Now we're all out of clothes... Let's go braless!

Wearing a skirt is definitely more awkward than wearing pants! You'll be freezing! Silly girl!

And so, Akira Kuroba got her hands on the panties of her older sister, which were still covered in fresh semen.

Chapter 351 is a collection album, and also a record of rivals in love.

"So... your two bodies can share sensations when certain conditions are met?"

“That’s right, I only found out yesterday, while Makoto has known about this phenomenon for a long time, but she’s been keeping it from us and silently enduring it all by herself…”

pain?

No, it's not painful at all... Maybe it hurts a little at the very beginning, but if you use your own feelings as a benchmark, the pain will pass quickly, and then it's all enjoyable.

So, Zhencheng was actually secretly trying to get some freebies... Hmph, cunning little sister.

While putting her pants back on, Hikawa Makoto still chose to tell Kuroba Akira about the empathy.

As for why the empathy lasted so short this time, it was mainly because Makoto, who was hiding in the bathroom and trying to get revenge on her sister, surrendered first.

After all, compared to her experienced older sister, she was still an innocent girl who had never experienced anything and had only ever been a fantasist... Although she remembered the shape, broadly speaking, she had no practical experience and was still considered innocent.

So you're really silly, little sister. For me, it's like hurting the enemy a thousand while losing eight hundred of my own strength, but for you, it's like hurting the enemy a thousand while losing two thousand of your own strength... Makoto thought to herself.

Makoto will be able to move again after a while, but her younger sister will probably be completely limp and drooling after this big one. I'll have to go to the toilet to get her later, otherwise she'll definitely have trouble even walking.

Since her panties had already been ruined and given to Akira Kuroba, Makoto put several sheets of toilet paper in her pants as a makeshift sanitary napkin, but this was only a temporary solution, and the feeling of the paper sticking to her was very uncomfortable.

It was precisely because both her and her sister's panties were ruined that Makoto chose to tell Akira Kuroba about it, since such an embarrassing thing could only be told to Akira Kuroba so that he could help.

Kuroba Akira suddenly realized something and pointed at Makoto with a strange expression, saying to himself.

"Wait, so that means between us..."

“You’re right. Not only did she notice everything, she also sensed it all… She knows the specific process and details of every single thing that happened between us.”

"Ha... No wonder Zhencheng asked me to let her know in advance when I was with you. So she wanted to move to a safe, deserted place first!"

Kuroba Akira rubbed his forehead, a look of sudden realization on his face.

"Yeah, this could be considered a different kind of sister bowl, right?"

"That's really... no! That doesn't count! I didn't see it, I didn't touch it, and I didn't know anything about it! So Zhencheng is different from you, this used item; she's still pure!"

"How dare you call me a used item! I may not be the original anymore, but I'm not that old either! Besides, you've changed hands so many times, you must be even worse! You're probably a fourth or fifth-hand item by now!"

"Actually, my situation is more like that of a shared power bank..."

"What is that?"

"It's nothing, it's something that will appear later."

"You're saying something that's hard to understand again... But Ming, you really like to deceive yourself. Didn't you promise to take responsibility for both me and Zhencheng's lives? Are you going back on your word now?"

"I will still take responsibility, but I didn't see the two of you stacked together, so it doesn't count. Otherwise, I would feel like I've lost out big time."

"I take back what I said earlier. Ming, you're no longer a coward who seeks psychological comfort through self-deception. You're a shameless bastard who plays with young girls' minds and bodies."

"Isn't this all thanks to your personal guidance, Makoto? It seems I've truly grasped your essence."

The two exchanged a smile; this was a kind of nasty joke that only platoon members with a special relationship could make.

Rather than being a couple, Akira Kuroba and Makoto Hikawa's relationship is closer to that of close friends who tease each other, except that their banter always has a flirtatious undertone.

Do you still need me to carry you?

"No need, it's too embarrassing, holding hands is fine... Did you wipe your hands clean?"

"You're complaining about your own thing?"

"It's not that I dislike it, I don't dislike yours at all, it's just that I don't like the feel of it. It's like having Coke spilled on your hand and not washing it off, it's very uncomfortable."

"That's true, I agree. But don't worry, I just wiped it clean with the 'handkerchief' you gave me."

"So, Ming, you rascal... did I give you this to use for wiping your hands? Can't you be a little more romantic?"

"Isn't your sense of romance a bit too vulgar? Besides, the one you gave me is ordinary in style, has no special meaning, and at most has some of your snow on it. It's something I can easily get anytime, anywhere. It's completely rare and commonplace."

"Damn it! That shouldn't be used to wipe your hands; it should be used for handicrafts!"

"I've already given it up for you guys."

"Tsk, are you showing off to me? Showing off that you, this scumbag, have a bunch of women who can replace your right hand? And I'm one of them?"

"I usually use my left hand because it feels like someone else's hand."

"This information is redundant. Anyway, you won't need it when I'm around... Give it back! If you don't want it, I'll just throw it away!"

"I won't return it. You've already given it to me. Although it's not very rare, I'll still reluctantly keep it as a keepsake."

"Collected? Does that mean you have more than one?"

"Have you forgotten that after the first time, you gave me that blood-stained shirt?"

"Ah...you still have that? Seriously, you haven't washed it yet? Ugh...so disgusting..."

"Of course I didn't wash it. If I washed it, it would lose its sentimental value. But it didn't turn yellow or smell bad either. In order to preserve it properly, I even bought a vacuum packaging machine."

"You actually bought a vacuum machine specifically for this... Even I find that a bit scary, Ming."

"It wasn't my idea to buy it; someone suggested I do it."

This was actually Ms. Ziyin's idea. She suggested to Kuroba Akira, "Since these are all precious collections of the Emperor, they must be preserved in their original state."

After vacuuming, Ziyin helped make a collection album like a folder, and also had Kuroba Akira write down the original owner and its specific meaning, so that seeing the object would remind him of the person and make it easier to recall.

But in reality, Shion's true intention was to preserve these 'dark histories' so that she could use them to tease other women later, just like flipping through a graduation album.

Another function is to serve as a record of 'Miss Ziyin's rivals in love'. There are records of her leaving marks on her underwear. Every single one of them is a serious philanderer who will be dealt with sooner or later.

"Anyway, I've collected everything that's meaningful to me so far. I even had it framed recently. I'll show you my collection another day. I even wrote notes and labels on it."

"You even framed it? Are you a pervert?"

"Yes, I am a pervert."

"Could it be that not only mine, but also Xiaotong's and the others'?"

"Yes, everyone has one."

"Others are actually willing to cater to your perverted interests?"

"In fact, you'd say my perverted interests were cultivated by you guys."

"...Could it be that I joined the Perverts Club instead of the Literature Club?"

"It's too late to find out now, but we're artists, so it's normal for our XP to be richer than others."

"That's true. Show me your collection next time. Oh, and I'll get you the real orange ones later too. Remember to put them together with mine. And if you get the real orange ones, remember to put them together with mine as well."

Therefore, this is called "birds of a feather flock together," and abnormal people will attract each other like Stand users.

They chatted about strange topics all the way back to the women's restroom in East 5.

This time, there were more than ten people queuing for the women's restroom than before, so Makoto pulled Kuroba Akira's hand and went to join the queue.

The other girls cast unfriendly glances at this girl who was holding her boyfriend's hand while queuing for the toilet, but Makoto ignored them all. As long as Kuroba Akira didn't step into the women's restroom, no one could criticize them.

The guys queuing for the men's restroom next door were also staring wide-eyed. How much of a couple must they be to not want to separate while queuing for the toilet? What an idiotic couple!

Kuroba Akira also felt a little embarrassed. Queuing in front of the women's restroom was much more shameful than entering a women's underwear store. He thought he was thick-skinned enough, but now it seemed he was still no match for Hikawa Makoto, this arrogant master.

To distract himself from the stares of those around him, Akira Kuroba continued to talk to Makoto about more serious topics.

"So...you don't want me to help you solve this empathy phenomenon, do you?"

"Well, it's not really a problem, it's actually quite convenient... but not knowing the cause still makes me a little uneasy. If it's harmful to Makoto's body, I think it's better to resolve it. So do you know what caused it?"

"Actually, I have some clue... It should be a side effect of talent transfer."

Kuroba Akira was thinking about the situation of Sister Hong and Xiao Hong. They also shared all their feelings and could even communicate with each other's thoughts. Moreover, their talents were combined.

If the transfer of talent is accompanied by a soul connection, leading to a connection between two bodies, then it's not surprising that empathy would occur.

However, because they are in two bodies, the empathy is not like that of Hongxiang and the others who share a single body, which are always in a state of empathy. Instead, it is only triggered when specific conditions are met.

Indeed, even Kuroba Akira didn't quite understand why the conditions were so complicated.

It's like a setting you'd only find in an H-game.

If we think about it more seriously, is it because the 'body' is closer to the soul?

So, is it only when the soul is touched that a brief empathy occurs?

"However, this is just a guess. I'll have to go back and ask around to find out the specific reason. As for whether it's harmful, I think there's no need to worry too much. If it were very dangerous, I would have been told by now."

Although it's a bit of the underworld, Black Tail isn't the kind of god who would harm people.

"It seems you trust that Camille a lot."

"She gave me my life, of course I trust her."

"I see... Then I'm willing to believe in her too."

Wow! This is the first time someone has explicitly stated they want to follow Blacktail!

Black Tail! Did you hear that?! You have a new follower!

"Because of you, my sister and I can play and joke around like this now... We weren't even this close when we were little... So I really love you, Ming..."

"No need to thank me, I've already received the best return gift."

"Hehe, because I also enjoyed it, so it's a win-win situation! Ah, no, Zhencheng got a share too, so it's a win-win-win situation!"

"But I'm not talking about your body, I'm talking about your feelings."

"Idiot, it's the same thing. If it weren't someone I liked, why would I give myself to them? Do you think I'm that kind of woman? Well, it's not surprising you think that way, since I was the one who pushed you down without considering the situation or the atmosphere..."

“I never thought that way, because I knew you were serious about me, and you probably didn’t know if I would reciprocate, so you mustered up your courage and used your enthusiasm to cover up your unease.”

"...Tch, narcissist, who cares about you...I'm just following my heart..."

Makoto muttered softly, but her cheeks turned red, which was unusual for her. She was always the bolder one when she was with Kuroba Akira, but she would show a shy side when Kuroba Akira exposed her. She was a typical example of a high-dominant but low-impersonator.

Seeing her innocent, girlish reaction, the other women queuing nearby, and even the men in the men's restroom queue next to her, all blushed.

The sweet scent of love was contagious, spreading to everyone around them – what a wide-area flash of affection!