Naruto, Uzumaki Menma, just wants to conquer the world

"Who cares?"

Without even raising his head, Menma turned over and faced the direction of the bathroom as if to make his point.

Kuroko stuck his head out of the door, looked at his back, pouted his lips and muttered "idiot".

It took a long time for Heizi to take a bath...

Thinking about the problem I just discovered, I pondered again and again whether I was just being too nervous.

I stayed in the bathroom longer in the hope that the guy would figure it out and break in.

If he could come in, maybe we wouldn't have to worry about anything anymore.

Kuroko dried himself off and put on a summer sportswear of short sleeves and shorts, wondering when he would deliberately take Menma's current sportswear by mistake and smell it.

She is considered petite among her peers, so her clothes are obviously much looser when she wears them.

Kuroko walked out of the bathroom and didn't find Menma in the room. She was a little panicked, but then she heard the sound of the door being opened.

Menma opened the glass door to the balcony and walked into the room.

"Is it cool now?" he asked casually.

Heizi didn't see him just now, and was frightened and broke out in a cold sweat, and suddenly felt the air in the room was very cool.

"What are you doing on the balcony?"

"See if there are any stars." (Actually, it's to make sure they won't be discovered by other females)

Kuroko puffed up his cheeks, all the attention was on him.

Perhaps because he became calmer after taking a shower, or because his sense of smell became more acute, Kuroko was now more certain that there was another girl living in this room or who often visited it.

But she didn't plan to ask this guy for the answer directly, most likely he wouldn't tell her.

Which woman is it?

Kuroko crossed her arms and frowned. She was sure that the man must be extremely dangerous.

At Kuroko's request, Menma connected the power strip from the socket beside the bed, pulled it over to the low table, sat behind her, and helped her blow-dry her hair.

Kuroko felt Menma's gentle and skilled technique...

I was happy and anxious, but I always felt something was wrong.

Why is this guy so skilled!

"You won't practice with other girls' hair, will you?" Heizi asked unceremoniously.

Menma denied it righteously: "That's nonsense. There is no such thing. I don't know what a red Ferrari is! I am very angry!"

This is a lie!

It's an obvious lie!

He was experienced in blowing the hair of females.

Yuhi Kurenai's hair is lush and soft, filled with a sweet floral scent...

Izuna's hair is black and shiny, Akame's hair is long and smooth...

He had lost count of how many females' hair he had come into contact with.

He couldn't free his hands, and Heizi couldn't see his expression, so he couldn't tell whether his words were true or not, and could only half believe and half doubt.

Kuroko lowered his head, the burning red spreading all the way to his ears, and muttered, "You can just come to me for practice on that kind of thing."

Ah, he's going to find out.

Heizi grabbed the black tea on the table and drank it in big gulps.

"Hey, that's my cup!"

Heizi choked and started coughing violently.

"Ahem, don't ask questions like this when others are drinking!"

But then, she said in a very low voice: "I don't really care, because the object is..."

The roar of the hair dryer drowned out the rest of the sentence.

"Hey! Are you guys really concerned?"

"what!"

"Do you mind if you mess with my cup and the food I've eaten?"

Kuroko suddenly turned around, an inexplicable burning flame shone in his transparent and clear eyes, and a blush covered his entire cheeks like the sunset.

She stared at Menma, her bright eyes gleaming with questioning light, shining in the darkness, full of courage and determination.

My heartbeat seemed to be pulled by some force, the rhythm was fast and powerful, as if it was about to jump out of my chest.

Menma leaned back, and Kuroko supported himself on the air-conditioned floor and chased after him.

"No, I don't mind." Menma replied perfunctorily.

What is exchanging food?

He was already used to exchanging body fluids and negative distance contact, and took it for granted.

Kuroko's soft pink, transparent lips, the sweet fragrance from another world and the petals falling like snow in the cherry blossom forest.

"really?"

"real."

Kuroko narrowed her eyes and held the cup she had just put down. Her mature face and Menma's drunken daze were in stark contrast.

"Now take a sip and show me!"

"Okay, okay, this should be fine." Menma did as she asked.

The air around the two of them was extremely hot.

"Not yet!"

Suddenly, Kuroko put one hand on Menma's hand that was holding the handle of the hair dryer, and with the other hand, he grabbed Menma's hand that was holding the cup.

And the Kuroko in front of him seemed like a different person, no longer as cold and serious as before.

Her pupils were red, as if she was longing for something, and the hot air from her mouth turned into mist.

"The place you drank from just now wasn't the place where I bit you, right?"

"what?"

“So we have to start over.”

Now Menma’s expression seems to be saying: Hey, hey, hey, do you want to listen to what bullshit you are saying?

It's the estrus period, right?

Kuroko continued in an impolite tone: "Don't you still want to prove to me that you don't mind eating the food I've bitten? Food can't avoid the same place."

Without waiting for Menma to think about how to maneuver, she pressed her hot and soft lips to the rim of the cup and took a sip of the black tea.

Her purpose was certainly not the tea in the cup, she probably didn't even get to drink it.

"You have to bite this part while drinking."

Kuroko spun the cup in Menma's hand half a circle, and with amazing strength, he pushed Menma's hand to bring the cup closer to his mouth.

There was a threat in Kuroko's eyes, as if to say: Even if you break free now, I will do whatever it takes to achieve my goal.

Menma didn't care. He didn't care about these things anyway and didn't resist at all.

There is no ripple in my heart, just like still water.

Menma took the cup and drank the tea under Kuroko's gaze.

Shirai Kuroko just gave up for the time being.

She continued to turn her back to Menma and pretended not to care, "Keep blowing my hair!"

Her bright and fiery eyes were still fixed on the water cup.

After that, while he was taking a shower, Heizi had already spread the mattress from the closet on the floor.

Menma had no choice but to walk over to Kuroko's side, sit cross-legged, and place the cup on the tray.

Kuroko opened his mouth and yawned.

Although he was beginning to feel sleepy, Heizi still tried hard not to fall asleep.

"Let me dry your hair."

Menma waved his hand to indicate that he didn't need to help.

"Well, I don't need this kind of thing, and..."

However, Kuroko seemed not to have heard his words. He staggered to pick up the hair dryer that had been prepared long ago and pressed down Menma's shoulders.

"Don't get me wrong, this is just a return of courtesy."

160 She, Shirai Kuroko, can get a head start, but I, Hokaze Junko, can’t?

One year in the Army (friendship), ten years in the Air Force (pure love), and a hundred years in the Navy (harem).

The construction of the navy (harem) focuses on the accumulation of national strength and the development of huge national strength.

It is necessary to run-in these powerful equipment (female ships), fully integrate them into the combat system, and maximize their combat effectiveness.

Possession...

Domination...

use......

conquer......

Conquer powerful females, carry out "reproduction", use females to conquer other females, and use females to conquer the world!

Uzumaki Menma is implementing this low-key and cautious strategy in this world:

Build a high wall (develop more feelings, invest more)

Stock up on food (more harem, more tools)

Wait until the time is right to conquer the world

Before going to bed, Uzumaki Menma made one last confirmation:

Suzuko Yuriko won't come...

Misaka Mikoto won't come...

Saten Ruiko won't come...

Very good, they won't come.

Menma closed the curtains and turned off the lights.

Tonight, Mikoto called Kuroko but couldn't get through. She could only stare at this text message in a daze: Big sis, I'm sorry, Kuroko has something on his mind tonight, please help me get through.

The innocent Misaka Mikoto even murmured to herself: "Kuroko actually sneaks out so late at night, how rare."

On a quiet night, the moonlight sprinkled in the silent school dormitory. I tossed and turned on the bed, my mind was heavy and I couldn't fall asleep.

Her heart was filled with thoughts of that guy.

This feeling is like a seed, taking root in her heart.

The management of Tokiwadai Middle School is very strict. She hasn't been back for a long time and she misses that familiar place.

Whenever night falls, she would look at the moonlight outside the window, her heart filled with endless longing and expectation.

It was late at night and everyone else had fallen asleep, only Lei Zi was still awake, her heartbeat was particularly clear in the silent night.

She closed her eyes gently, trying to calm her mind, but the thoughts in her heart surged like a tide, making her unable to calm down.

I remembered the boy's sunny smile...

Recalling the happy times they had spent together...

Those memories were like sweet honey, making her feel sweet. She wanted to go back to that place and see the person she missed again.

But no matter how much she tossed and turned, Ruizi still couldn't fall asleep, her heart was filled with longing for Mima.