Comet Dragon, breaking into the gravity field

"band?"

"Yeah..." When she mentioned this, her eyes became resentful and her tone became complicated.

"I was originally going to say goodbye to you that day, but ended up getting dragged into something like that." She couldn't help but sigh, "But I'm not going to give up yet."

"Giving up what?"

"..." Glancing at Naruse Ritsu, Toyokawa Shoko didn't answer the question. She turned to look at the study across the corridor. "I'm preparing a script for the band. Can I borrow your computer?"

"Of course," nodded Naruse Ritsu, who suddenly realized something concerning in his words, "Script? Why would a band have a script?"

"That's a long story... If you'd like, you can read it and comment on it."

So-called creation is a lonely and pretentious game of playing house. But without others to judge, it is impossible to truly shine on the stage.

With such a complex thought in mind, Toyokawa Shoko inserted her USB drive into her computer. She opened the document she had edited countless times before and showed the contents to the second reader besides herself.

At first glance, the first thing Ritsu Narose noticed was the band's name: "[Ave Mujica]... sounds like Latin?"

"You know?" With her eyes slightly widened, Shoko Toyokawa looked at Ritsu Narose in surprise.

"Of course I know." He met the girl's golden eyes and took out a rather thick book from the bookshelf on the other side, showing the cover with the words "Gildersleeve's Latin Grammar" on it. "This is a grammar book I've read before."

The name she had racked her brains to come up with was instantly understood, and as the creator, she undoubtedly felt joy. But then came the panic and embarrassment of having her own childish fantasy exposed.

A faint heat approached from behind, and Shoko Toyokawa couldn't help but straighten her body like a cat with its fur standing on end.

But from Ritsu Naruse's perspective, her inexplicable behavior objectively made a certain part that was beginning to take shape stand out, and his eyes inevitably intersected with it.

Feeling the burning gaze focused on a certain place, a blush of embarrassment gradually appeared on her cheeks. But before she could speak out to remind herself, something even more frightening happened.

"The forgotten doll is reborn under the moon, and a masquerade ball begins in the deserted castle..." Under her horrified gaze, Ritsu Narose read out the contents of the document as he looked at it.

——It’s fine if you just look at it, why do you have to read it out loud?

Although she wanted to grab someone's mouth and silence him, Toyokawa Shoko had to maintain her outward calm - to avoid being discovered by Ritsu Naruse that she was actually so embarrassed that her toes were digging the floor.

"Do you have any objections?" she asked coldly with a stern face.

There is a world of difference between submitting your work to a critic you don't know and submitting it to someone close to you.

Although he wanted to ask Ritsu Narose to evaluate him, the thought of expressing his innermost fantasies in words and letting him read and judge them in person—

Shame, so shameful...

Ever since she met Ritsu Naruse, Shoko Toyokawa felt that her sense of shame was being tested every time, and this damn test came from all aspects, making it impossible for her to avoid it.

"Do you... have anything to say?"

"What do you want to say?" After thinking for a moment, Naruse Ritsu said seriously, "As for dolls... the first thing that comes to mind is of course Rozen Maiden."

Toyokawa Shoko: “?”

Just as I was about to say something, someone knocked on the study door.

With a "creak", Nagasaki Suyo came back here without anyone knowing. She was holding two cups of tea on a tray and looking at them with a smile on her face.

The desire to discuss something that had been brewing in her heart was dampened, and Toyokawa Shoko refocused her attention on the screen in front of her - except that the content related to the band text had been switched to content related to her studies.

The cup of hot tea was gently placed on the table. Looking up at Nagasaki Suyo, who always had a smile on her face, Toyokawa Shoko said to her calmly, "Thank you."

Surprise flashed across her face; Nagasaki Suyo seemed completely unprepared for her to speak at this moment. As if struck by a mental shock, the brown-haired girl stumbled back in a rather stilted tone, then left the study in a daze.

“Isn’t this well done?”

Ritsu Narose, who was watching from the side, gave an encouraging voice like a kindergarten teacher, but Shoko Toyokawa had lost her strength.

"I would rather she quarreled with me than see this..." She muttered something like a curse and lowered her head to look at the dark carpet on the floor.

"I said some really harsh things to her before. She has every reason to hate me." The girl poured out words of self-loathing, words that sounded like both a curse and a confession. "If even she doesn't blame me, then wouldn't I be..."

Before she could finish her words, she suddenly felt a warm touch coming from the top of her head. Turning her head, she saw Naruse Ritsu stroking her head in a rather intimate manner.

"Xiangzi also knows that Sushi is a good kid~"

"Of course I know."

It was because she knew this that she decided to give up.

But now...

Nagasaki Suyo seemed to have truly forgiven Toyokawa Shoko for what she had done in the past - thinking of this, a strong sense of self-loathing almost drowned her like a deep ocean.

She forgave me? How could she really forgive me?

Forgiving someone who spoke ill of her and had feelings for her boyfriend—and now was living with her boyfriend... In this case, wouldn't I no longer have the right to hate her?

The kindness from others only makes her look even uglier. Because of this, Toyokawa Shoko is particularly resistant to contact with Nagasaki Suyo.

However, in this unavoidable place, she couldn't avoid meeting each other...

……

Standing quietly in the corridor, Nagasaki Suyo leaned against the wall, staring at the ceiling in a daze. Her mind was in a turmoil, but before she could sort it out, the study door was opened from the inside.

Looking up hurriedly, she saw Ritsu Narose looking at her with an expression of surprise but not complete astonishment.

"Why does Su Shi look like this?"

"Eh? Me?" Holding the tray to her chest, Nagasaki Suyo looked a little overwhelmed, "I just..."

After hesitating for a long time, she finally spoke her true feelings: "I just don't know how to face Xiaoxiang..."

"Wouldn't it be better to treat each other with the most genuine attitude as usual?" Faced with the similar troubles of the two people, Ritsu Narose also gave a similar answer.

"That's what I said..." Looking at the guy next to her who seemed completely unfazed by the two of them, Nagasaki Suyo's originally depressed mood immediately turned unhappy: "This is all Ritsu's fault. It's all because of you that Xiaoxiang and I have become like this, and even the atmosphere in the room has become much weird..."

"So it's my fault?" Naruse Ritsu pretended to be surprised. "Then it seems I can only ask Aine to come to my place and further disrupt the situation."

"What a shame! She's too busy to come here right now." Thinking of someone's unhappy expression, Nagasaki Motoyo's face brightened. "Aine's been taken out by her mother. She probably won't be home until tonight."

"You look happy?"

"is it?"

The smile that appeared because of watching the fun disappeared at the speed of light, and Nagasaki Suyo, who was troubled by her own troubles, sighed again.

After returning the tray to its place, she returned to the bedroom.

Naruse Ritsu, who had been in the hallway, was no longer visible. She had probably returned to her study to discuss something with Xiaoxiang. Without interrupting the other two, Nagasaki Suyo quietly tidied up her room.

After removing her pajamas and a change of underwear, she suddenly noticed a small, black, square package lying beside her pillow. Having no recollection of owning anything like it, Nagasaki Suyo took it in her hands and examined it carefully.

She had no idea what the English and numbers on the packaging meant, so she had to take out her phone to take a photo and search.

A few seconds later, looking at the search results on the screen, Nagasaki Suyo fell into confusion...

……

Late at night, Ritsu Narose did not disturb the other two, nor did he chat with anyone on his phone.

He was sitting quietly on his bed, polishing his tail, which he hadn't cared for in a long time. This was a process of both maintaining his body and relieving his stress.

The regeneration and recovery of the body does not mean that the spirit remains consistent. Although he did not show any discomfort at ordinary times, the various trivial things that happened during this period did make him feel tired.

After blowing on the polished tip of the tail, Ritsu Narose was about to wipe and care for it again when he suddenly heard someone knocking on the bedroom door again.

When the door opened, Nagasaki Suyo was standing there in her pajamas.

Her hair, still not completely dry, lay scattered across her pajamas, leaving tiny traces of dampness. She brushed the hair that hung over her forehead behind her ears, and the still lingering fragrance of bath spray and moist water vapor from her fresh shower wafted from her body.

"What are you..."

Before he could finish his words, Ritsu Narose saw the girl walk to the bed and sit down, then gently pat her plump thighs covered by her pajamas.

If he were a gentleman, he would probably say that Nagasaki Suyo's behavior was not in line with the social etiquette between them.

But he is not.

So he chose to accept it with pleasure.

To be honest, a knee pillow is not as comfortable as a plush pillow, but it has characteristics that cannot be matched by millions of plush pillows stacked together.

The girl's gentle voice drifted faintly from the highest peak of the mountain above. Ritsu Narushe closed his eyes, savoring the momentary tranquility. The softness at the back of his head quickly relaxed him, bringing back memories of strolling and resting on a grassy hill.

A slight warmth emanated from the soft palm that brushed against his face, like warm sunlight shining on him. His mind was dulled, his senses were submerged, and after his body completely relaxed, he felt his position shift from the elastic thigh to the girl's arms.

The next moment, something soft landed on his lips.

Opening his eyes, Ritsu Narushe first noticed a few strands of long brown hair draping in front of his eyes. Then he saw the girl, her eyes half closed, close to him. Finally, he saw the pink tender tip of her tongue entwined with his separate. With a "chi" sound, only a transparent thread connected them.

Feeling the other woman's nervous and uneasy heartbeat, Naruse Ritsu temporarily broke away from the enchanting embrace. Sitting up straight again, he noticed the girl in front of him seemed to be hesitant to speak. He tilted his head in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"Um...I found this in my room."

With a blushing face, Nagasaki Suyo fiercely blamed the guy who deliberately teased her in her heart, but she suppressed her shyness and took out the "prop" in her room from her pajamas pocket.

Reaching out to take it, Naruse Ritsu looked at it in front of his eyes, revealing the same confused expression as Nagasaki Suyo when she first saw it: "What is this?"

Seeing that Narose Ritsu was still pretending to be stupid, Nagasaki Suyo's face turned even redder.

——This time I was angry.

It would be too much for her to say the rest, so Nagasaki Suyo looked at him with a smile and said nothing more.

As if noticing her unusual attitude, Ritsu Narose looked at the square packaging bag in his hand with suspicion.

Reach out and pinch...

"How did it break?"

A tiny hole appeared on both sides of it. Ritsu Narose looked at Nagasaki Suyo, but found that she was looking at her with a dazed expression.

"Actually... it's okay, it's okay," she murmured, her hands entwined nervously, "I... today is my safe period..."

At this point, the theoretical master, Riku Narose, finally realized what the thing in his hand was - and by the way, he also guessed who had put this thing in his house and had punctured it.

I wanted to explain, but any words at this moment seemed weak and powerless.

——"So... what should we do?"

The whispered words came again. Ritsu Naruse briefly thought about the question of "which is harder, the boomerang or her own House of Commons?", then stood up and walked towards the girl who was sitting between the futons waiting for her.

"Sorry, I might be a little rough tonight."

"No, it's okay..."

Her body began to tremble, and Nagasaki Suyo couldn't help but grab the bed sheet, dodging the fiery gaze that almost enveloped and overwhelmed her.

Feeling that the temperature of every part of his body was rising, even his brain was about to melt, but Nagasaki Suyo subconsciously reached out and gently pulled his sleeve, preventing Naruse Ritsu from turning off the light.

"Um... don't turn off the lights," she whispered, her eyes dodging, her only request for tonight, "I want to keep a good eye on Lu..."

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18. You are the real vampire

During the day, inside the [Gulu☆Mingbo] store.

Watching Mingse Ritsu and another ancient dragon enter the cold storage room, Oriolite and Mello looked at each other and couldn't help but laugh with great satisfaction.

"See, I knew he wouldn't say no."

In order to gain an advantage over the human she had bet on, she actually personally performed such a tasteless trick... After hearing this guy smugly tell the truth, Ming Bolong, who had known her for many years, once again despaired of her amazing wisdom.

"Is it really okay for you to do this? Miraluz didn't tell us to do this..." He usually looks nonchalant, but once he gets involved with the ancient who will release red lightning at the slightest disagreement, Melo's actions will become much more conservative.

The thunder released by the Ancestral Dragon was too much for her to withstand even though she was skilled in both water and electricity.

When she expressed her worries, she saw Xuan Huilong looking at her with a puzzled look.

"But she didn't say we can't intervene, right?" Orilite said, tilting her head.

Yes, Zulong did not say that...but the point is why should I help them!

Melo almost vomited blood in his heart when he heard this silly girl continue to nag.

"Because cases like his are rare in the past," Orilite continued, tapping her chin with her fingertips. "Records of ancient dragons and humans breeding exist almost exclusively in ancient myths and folk songs. Even we don't have completely reliable records."

"Since we don't know if we'll get pregnant, why not just have more sex?'" On that point, I agree with that guy." She pointed toward the spot where the two men disappeared, her tone sounding extremely rational. "The probability is too low, so we need to increase the number of times, and of course, the quantity as well. Only then can we get to the truth."

It was as if Ding Zhen, who could only speak Tibetan, suddenly spoke first-class Mandarin one day, quoting from classics and speaking in parallel prose. The angle of Melo's mouth at this time was vaguely comparable to that of the Great Thief Dragon.