I will never give in to Miss Death

"Hehehe, Nuoer's face is so chubby..."

"The little feet are so soft and chubby, and the shape is so cute..."

"My belly is also firm and white. Let me rub it..."

"..."

"Ms. Death, isn't this body the result of your magic? Is it really okay to be obsessed with your own work of art?"

"You can ask those otakus if they become obsessed with their Gundam models after they finish assembling them, or after they have painstakingly assembled and lit up a computer."

"So I'm just a Gundam model in your heart?"

"She's not just a model, she's my wife!"

"..."

Elodi was right. When she was not at home, Yin Xiamo became the boss of the rental house.

The house is so big, with a toilet and a bathroom on the first floor alone, and at least a slightly smaller shower room on the second floor. But this Miss Death refused to go there and insisted on coming over to squeeze in with me.

"Come, Noel, let me tell you some of the physical characteristics of this succubus, this little foot... this sensitive spot..."

"And here is the girl's... here, if you touch me..."

"Remember this, it will be useful in the future."

"No, I don't want to hear it."

"..."

……

After taking a shower, it’s time to update my novel and write as usual.

[Just came back from the Kamihama Comic Exhibition, I can only say that the author is so cute]

[Haha, I spent the whole day petting cats. The author’s girlfriend is really pretty.]

[Noer probably won’t remember me after seeing so many customers in one day, but it doesn’t matter, the coffee shop is really good]

What surprised me was that the style of my novel review section had changed and a lot of strange messages appeared.

Miguabao light novels have a setting called "fan value", which uses "flame" to name the "fan love level" of readers of a book. It can be roughly divided into levels such as "ashes", "sparks", "sparks", "torches", "prairie fire", etc. When a person is reading a novel, if he does not add the book to his collection, nor does he like, vote for monthly tickets, or reward it, his fan value for this book is "ashes".

Miguabao’s novels can receive a like once a week. Even if this person only likes the novel, it is just a “spark”, and the collection is directly a “torch”, representing this person’s support for the book.

This time, a large number of comments suddenly appeared in the book review section, and all of them were titled "Ashes".

In other words, most of them went to the coffee shop and found out through some channel that I wrote a book, so they came here to leave messages. They were not even willing to click on the free collection or like button.

[Our store manager is sick today, and everyone is worried]

[Xia Mo is a very bad person, go and bully her]

[Sir, you really don't want to read the novel? Don't you want to read it? ]

I replied to these messages as much as possible, copied out the previously updated chapters, spent some time checking for typos, and uploaded them to a special error correction website. After confirming several times that there were no problems, I clicked upload.

Then, I logged into Tongmeng.com again and briefly answered some questions from netizens. Finally, I breathed a sigh of relief and put down my phone.

"Noel."

I had just finished dealing with some things on the internet when Yin Xiamo, wearing only pajamas, came in holding a pillow.

"What are you doing!?"

I took an "alert" posture: "Ms. Death, your room is on the opposite side. This is the macho room."

"I went into the macho room."

Faced with my resistance, Yin Xiamo slammed the door shut and threw the pillow into my arms.

"We're going to have a very sweet night, aren't we, darling?"

"..."

……

No. 138 Change is a good thing

This night, I had a very strange dream.

In my dream, I was no longer an ordinary person from Earth, but a demon girl from another world.

There were violent storms all around and knee-deep snow underfoot.

I was wearing thin clothes, a hood, and a tattered cape behind me, walking on the winding path leading to the top of the snow-capped mountain.

"Shasha, Shasha..."

Because the snow on the ground was so thick, every step I took was difficult, and my legs in long boots would sink deeply into the snow with every step.

All around was a wilderness with no people or fireworks to be seen, and only the howling of the wild wind like a wild beast in the ears.

I braved the snowstorm, step by step, towards the top of the snowy mountain.

I don’t know how much time passed before I came to a lonely tombstone, untied the hood behind me, and sat down on a stone beside it.

[I have dealt with all those who betrayed you]

[The Demon King is still alive. Since we are both demons, I can’t do anything to him for now.]

As I said this, I took a flute from behind and placed it on the stone platform in front of the tombstone.

[And... in fact, we were not the only ones who survived the disaster. I found a sister who is related to you by blood, and supported a declining royal family. Now she is the queen of the largest empire in human history.]

[The little princess is very beautiful and cute. She has a similar temperament to you. Like you... kind, innocent, and a little silly.]

[Do you know? Many demon men have shown interest in me, but I rejected them all. I can't seem to forget you. I always compare you with them. When I compare you, I find that they are simply useless.]

[Habit is a terrible thing. So many years have passed without you noticing.]

[If there is reincarnation, don’t die there. At least wait until I have thoroughly studied the only forbidden magic…]

Then there was a long silence.

The sky was endless, deathly black.

The surrounding blizzard became more violent, and snowflakes kept hitting the tombstones violently, breaking and disappearing.

【Fool……】

[Why did you save someone like me twice? This kindness will take me... several lifetimes to repay...]

【…】

"..."

……

In the summer mornings in southern cities, it usually gets light around six or seven o'clock.

When I opened my eyes, I found the bed next to me was empty.

The person who kept hugging and touching me last night and threatened to "make sure the little pet won't be able to get out of bed the next day" has disappeared.

I could feel some residual warmth on the bed sheet next to me.

"Ugh..."

I sat up drowsily, stretched and yawned.

I seemed to have had another strange dream last night, still related to another world.

Looking at the gradually rising light on the horizon outside the window, I glanced over my shoulder out of habit.

Just like every time I slept in pajamas, the suspender pajamas on my body had fallen half way down, and the left strap had fallen completely, revealing my girl's white shoulders and most of my chest.

Just by lowering my head, I could see my entire chest.

He reached out his hand and tried to touch his head.

Sure enough, another tuft of hair stood up.

How could a certain lady of death let me go during this period of time? It was incredible.

With this thought in mind, I hung up my fallen pajama straps, tidied up my messy hair, jumped out of bed, put on the slippers beside the bed, and walked out of the room.

The door of Yin Xiamo's room opposite was completely open, and there was no sign of the girl inside.

I walked to the bathroom in a daze and found that a basin of water had been placed on the table at some point. My towel was hung next to the water, and there were various creams and other skin care products that girls would use in the morning, as well as toothpaste and toothbrushes.

The toothpaste has been squeezed out and the toothbrush is placed on the cup.

Did Xia Mo get up early?

I thought for a while with my still fuzzy brain and walked along the corridor to the hall.

You can see that many of the leaves of the plants here are covered with water droplets, and it is obvious that they have just been watered.

From the kitchen came the sound of something cooking on the stove.

"Good morning... Uh..."

In the kitchen, I saw Miss Death, who was wearing a crooked apron and standing in front of the boiler with a nervous look on her face: "Why are you in the mood to cook today?"

Didn’t she always claim that she couldn’t cook?

"morning."

Yin Xiamo turned around in the kitchen. Perhaps she saw me in my baggy pajamas and messy hair, so she smiled comfortably. Then she walked straight towards me and helped me adjust the straps of my pajamas. “Why do you look like a kitten who hasn’t gotten enough sleep?”

"I'm not... wuah... a kitten."

I yawned again: "I had a dream again last night. Did you cast some magic on me these days, dream control or something like that?"

"How can it be."

The girl rarely argued with me: "I'm not a nightmare."

"Are there creatures like nightmares in the other world?"

"Yes, but they are not simply manipulating dreams as described in the text here. Their main ability is to emit certain radio waves into people's brains, inducing people to see all kinds of strange things. It can also be called daydreaming, or in modern terms... going crazy on the spot."

Yin Xiamo shrugged: "When a creature trapped in hallucinations can no longer distinguish between reality and dreams, the nightmare will attack from all angles and then eat the target."

"So you really didn't learn the ability of hypnosis from that nightmare?"

I pressed on: "I feel like since you turned me into this, the chances of me dreaming at night have greatly increased."

"That's because you haven't fully adapted to your identity as a girl. You think of yourself as a macho man every day, and then you look down and see that you are wearing a small skirt. This contrast will form a psychological suggestion, and then you will think of the story between me and the hero, and naturally you will dream about it at night."

Yin Xiamo turned around, opened the lid of the pot and took a look inside: "When one day you don't feel uncomfortable even if I touch your chest, or when I hold you while you sleep at night, this situation will be relieved."

"I remembered quite a bit of the dream this time."

I continued to ask: "You said that my appearance was based on a little princess from another world. Is that little princess the descendant of the hero's sister?"

"Ok?"

Yin Xiamo did not answer directly: "Nuo'er, do you believe the content of the dream?"

"I……"

I was stumped by this question: “Should I believe it?”

"If you are willing to believe in your dreams, then this is the right understanding."

The lady in front of him seemed to be in a good mood: "Okay, go brush your teeth and wash your face, I have prepared everything for you."

"Did you make breakfast?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure it's not some dark dish like squid cooked in ink or sea turtle shell stewed with starfish?"

"How is that possible? These are what you usually do. I peeked at them a few times and I've learned most of them."

Faced with my questioning, Yin Xiamo opened the lid of the pot and saw ordinary coarse grains such as corn, eggs and sweet potatoes inside.

"Alright, alright, go quickly, my princess."

After giving me a kiss on my left cheek, Yin Xiamo pushed me out of the kitchen.