I am the emotional sustenance of your deceased

"I'm about to start."

"Okay—woo—"

Without waiting for Deng to finish his words, Qiansui's finger directly stabbed into Deng's throat. The strong stimulation made Takamatsu Deng instantly feel dizzy and like vomiting... it's coming!

"vomit--"

"Slow down, slow down, you idiot!"

Fortunately, I pulled my finger out in time, otherwise the light would have spit on my hand.

The remaining saliva on my fingers is crystal clear. When I was a child, Deng liked to hold me in his arms while I slept and drool all over me. I have to find a chance to take revenge on him in the future.

"Idiot, Deng is indeed an idiot."

After Takamatsu Deng finished vomiting, Chitose picked him up from behind.

"Are you still feeling uncomfortable, Senior?"

"Much better, eh."

Gao Songdeng, with a blushing face, only now realized that she was home. The orange light in the bathroom was like sunlight in the daytime, making her feel dazed for a moment.

"I'm sorry to spoil your fun tonight..."

"Oh? Where can I find it?"

"Originally... Chitose could have stayed in STARY for a long time. If I hadn't been drunk... it wouldn't have happened..."

"Pfft, Xiao Deng is really an idiot. And remember to just call me Sui. I don't want you to say Chitose or something like that."

Like a mother caressing her baby, the lamp was held in Qiansui's warm arms. Looking up, one could see two large human hearts blocking the light from the ceiling.

"Am I, a very strange senior? A thousand... no, years old."

"No, the light is just a small fish."

"I like to collect notebooks with different covers, pencils of various colors, and different styles of Band-Aids... People my age are different from me. In junior high, everyone was talking about fashion and sports... Ah, me too, I also like the starry sky. Every time I see it, I feel like I can become a small star in it..."

The lights were telling a story, and once they started, they couldn't stop.

You could hear fatigue and anxiety in her voice, but Chitose felt like she was more complaining to herself.

It seems that Deng's growth path is very difficult, not quite what I imagined. This child...

If I hadn't died early in the last simulation, maybe I could have grown up with Takamatsu Deng and helped her solve these troubles.

"I'm so sorry for the suffering."

He picked up Deng with great difficulty, and Deng subconsciously wrapped his arms around Qiansui's neck and adjusted his posture so that it would not be too difficult for Qiansui to hold him.

"No... Thank you, Sui, for listening to a troublesome senior's rambling... I... I'm so bad, it's too much trouble for Sui."

Pomegranate eyes are obviously the most dazzling jewels in the world, but why are they embellished with tears now?

"No, we are best friends, so why would this be such a hassle?"

Qiansui lowered his head and smiled brightly at the lamp.

"If possible, I want to be friends with Deng for life."

"Ikkyu?"

With what conviction did you say such heavy words...

"Yes, for a lifetime! Let's take a few days off and then go drink."

The lighting in the living room perfectly highlighted Chitose's beautiful face. This was the most beautiful smile Takamatsu Deng had ever seen.

This kind of smile is the kind you only encounter a few times in your life. It comes truly from the heart, not a fake smile that disappears as soon as it spreads to the corners of your mouth.

[Will someone really smile at me like this again?]

She thought of Shoko Toyokawa, her junior high school friend.

But... Xiangzi's face has become blurred, and the long years have washed away everything about Toyokawa Xiangzi.

In the long river of memories, the face of Chitose Noshiro replaced it.

"We'll carry on! Little Light!"

Dexterous fingers gently stroked Deng's gray hair, giving Deng the illusion that the other person was combing the hair of a small animal.

"I...I will try my best too!"

As a senior, I actually said something that should be said by a junior!

However, Gao Songdeng was used to being embarrassed, so he no longer thought about this kind of problem.

"I feel dizzy...I want to sleep."

"Go to sleep quickly, Deng. I'll help you take a bath later."

“Huh? Huh…”

Oh well.

Ch19. An unlucky morning with an alcohol lamp

November 9th, Saturday, I woke up and realized I didn’t have to go to work today.

"A familiar ceiling..."

My head is dizzy, my eyes are blurry, I can't breathe properly, I feel stuffy, and my body is hot... hot... eh?!

When Gao Songdeng lifted the quilt, he found that the cute junior was now lying on his chest and drooling.

The beautiful girl's clean sleeping face is a symbol of relaxation and comfort.

"I clearly said I would stop drinking—why is this happening again?"

Whatever you say today! I won’t drink even a little bit!

Deng's head shook back and forth, trying to shake his brains evenly so that the pain would go away.

But it didn't work and made her feel worse.

"Quit drinking! No more, really... I can't drink anymore."

But the hot malt aroma in the wine and the unique fragrance unique to Chitose Noshiro always tempted Takamatsu Deng to have another glass.

"hu~hu~hu~"

The lovely younger generation has not yet woken up. She is still lying on Deng's chest, rising and falling rhythmically.

"Hiss, why do I suddenly... want to drink so much?"

Deng muttered to the ceiling in confusion, but no matter how much she wanted to drink alcohol, it was of no use.

Apart from stones, notebooks, stationery and some other collectibles, there was never a drop of alcohol in her house.

"Xiao Sui...did you bring any alcohol with you?"

After a flash of inspiration, desire gradually grew. Gao Songdeng's limbs were soft but he still broke free from Qiansui's restraints.

She tiptoed to open the door, quickly and simply washed up, and then began to search through the pile of clothes they had taken off.

"As expected... What is this called? Demon Slayer Wine?"

The rather cute paper box is printed with a dancing red devil, a malicious customer service representative from alcohol hell.

The little ghost was moaning, and Gao Songdeng heard the subtle noise beside his ears.

[Drink it, drink it quickly, it doesn't matter if you drink a little more... As long as you drink it, you will definitely not be disappointed.]

It’s okay to just take a sip, right?

Maybe the wine that Chitose brought with him also had the taste of Chitose...

What a pervert. When did I become like this?

Gao Songdeng, wearing a silk suspender nightgown, was lying on the ground in a duck-sitting position, her hands were shaking, but she didn't care at all.

"I'm so thirsty, my throat is about to smoke. Maybe if I drink some wine I won't be so thirsty anymore."

And according to Chitose, I am now in the most crucial stage of the spiral of happiness.

That is to say, after happiness, ordinary people have to face the huge sense of contrast and emptiness and loneliness when returning to reality.

"Take a sip. It's okay. Chitose won't blame you. Even though you've only known each other for a few days, you're still best friends!"

Is, is that so?! Maybe... it really is!

Gao Songdeng hesitated, but finally inserted the straw and slowly took a sip.

It was a spicy liquor, the alcohol content was unclear, but it really…really had the same smell as the beer she had tasted on the first day!

So... this is what it tastes like!

One box, two boxes, three boxes...

When Gao Songdeng drank until his stomach felt heavy, he realized that he seemed to be... drunk again.

“Is it really a good time to drink in the morning?”

Takamatsu Deng didn't know it, but he did become happier after drinking it.

The person slumped on the floor was definitely not Takamatsu Deng. Takamatsu Deng would never admit that he was slowly becoming a guy who couldn't live without alcohol!

There was even the rhythmic, clanging beat of drums, and the thump of leather boots as a marching band approached.

"We...will keep going~"

The lamp tried to sing, but it couldn't hear its own voice.

“We will go on, but…”

Who are we referring to? Are we referring to the fact that Deng and Chitose will become lifelong friends, or are we referring to the failed band in the past?

The former has an uncertain future, while the latter has already disappeared.

The word "we" is terrifying.

……

In the bedroom on the other side, Chitose Noshiro, who was sleeping with her butt sticking up, suddenly opened her eyes.

The rose-red pupils were surrounded by scarlet blood vessels.

"I'm so tired... Uh... I really need more practice drinking."

I hope I won’t become addicted to cyber alcohol after the simulation ends.

That would be terrible, requiring cyberdetoxification in the next simulation.

Everything about him felt strange, as if there were tens of thousands of little lights crawling around him.

Yesterday she helped Deng undress, took a bath, mopped the floor, cleaned the house, washed clothes, and tidied the room... She was busy until very late before she fell asleep peacefully.

"The daily life of a housewife is just like this, woooo..."

Before going to bed, I thought about taking revenge on Mini Deng for drooling on her while sleeping in the last simulation. When I woke up today, I found that there was still water residue at the corners of her mouth, but Deng's bed was not wet.

What does this mean?

This means that the revenge was successful!

But I don’t know if my revenge is really revenge if it succeeds?

"Xiao Deng! I'm awake! Are you outside?"

It was quiet outside, as if no carbon-based organisms had ever appeared in the room.

"Little lamp?"

Qiansui found a shirt that barely covered his body from the wardrobe, without buttoning it, and walked out of the bedroom lazily barefoot.

With just one glance, he caught sight of Deng lying drunkenly on the ground.

"Pfft, whose alcohol lamp is this? Didn't we agree not to drink recently? Why did you secretly refill it?"

"I—ah, I want to experience that... happiness spiral that Sui mentioned! Huh..."

"So how does it feel?"

“Excellent…Excellent…”