Zongman: Beginning and Snow under the Rain Escape from Raccoon City

Shiina Mahiru was placed on the stone steps beside the bathtub, still somewhat dazed.

"Hey, hey... I can do it myself."

She hurriedly reached out to pull at her collar, trying to cover her figure that was exposed after being soaked by the rain.

But Ye Hai had already acted decisively, turning on the showerhead and sprinkling warm water on her soaked hair.

"Be quiet."

"I'm soaked to the bone, I'm sure I'll catch a cold if this keeps up."

The water flowed down her long hair, clinging to her shoulders and neck, and meandering along her collarbone.

Shiina Mahiru bit her lip, her fingertips gripping the fabric on her knees tightly.

Those legs, encased in black stockings, were faintly visible in the mist, like the most silent temptation.

"Ye Hai...we can't do this..."

Her voice trembled slightly.

But Ye Hai had no intention of giving her a way out.

He picked up a lock of her long hair with one hand and slowly and deliberately rubbed it, his movements surprisingly gentle.

"Didn't you say you didn't want to work hard anymore?"

"If you don't want to, then leave it to me."

His tone was as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Shiina Mahiru froze, her eyelashes trembling slightly in the mist.

She has always been alone since childhood, used to cleaning up her own messes, and used to hiding her vulnerability in the rain so no one could see it.

But at this moment, the feeling of "someone taking responsibility for me" suddenly rushed into her heart, catching her off guard.

Her resistance gradually softened.

Her hands slid down from where she was tightly protecting her chest and placed them on her sides.

"...At least, turn off the lights."

Her voice was so low it was almost inaudible.

Ye Hai paused for a moment, then smiled and casually turned off the bathroom ceiling light, leaving only the faint orange glow of the wall lamp.

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The mist rose in the dim light, blurring the figures of the two together.

Shiina Mahiru lowered her eyes, her cheeks were flushed, and she was breathing rapidly.

Ye Hai reached out and naturally helped her unbutton her soaked school uniform.

As her fingertips brushed against her skin, the heat made her tremble slightly.

"Don't be afraid."

"I will clean it for you little by little."

Steam rises from the teacup.

Yukino Yukinoshita and Ayaka Kamisato gaze at the rain outside the window, lost in thought.

The sound of rain pattering against the glass filled the quiet and elegant room.

Suddenly, amidst the sound of water, some indistinct low breathing and murmurs could be heard faintly.

Ayaka Kamisato paused for a moment, her slender fingertips hovering over the rim of the teacup, a look of confusion flashing in her eyes: "Just now... what was that voice?"

Yukino's gaze turned slightly cold as she gently set down her teacup, a meaningful smile playing on her lips.

"What do you think?"

Ayaka Kamisato opened her mouth slightly, then lowered her head with a slight blush.

Although I haven't experienced it yet.

But she roughly understood.

The rainy night gradually passed.

The bedroom was dimly lit, and the air was filled with a faint mist and an ambiguous atmosphere.

Shiina Mahiru lay quietly in Ye Hai's arms, curled up in a small ball, her long flaxen hair scattered on the pillow, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.

Her body was still trembling slightly, her skin still warm from the lingering sensation, while Ye Hai's arms were wrapped around her waist, holding her tightly in his embrace.

"...Why did it turn out like this?"

She murmured softly, her tone full of confusion.

At school, she was always that gentle, flawless "angel"; in the eyes of others, she was always someone to be looked up to and praised.

Just a few hours earlier, she sat alone on a swing in the rain, her pretense almost crumbling.

Then, he showed up.

Ye Hai didn't ask her if she was willing, nor did he give her any choice.

They took her away as a matter of course, rescuing her from the storm, only to push her into another unavoidable tempest.

Shiina Mahiru bit her lip, her cheeks flushed red.

Everything happened so fast that she didn't even have time to think.

But in that moment of being watched, embraced, and enveloped in warmth, a loneliest corner of her heart was quietly touched.

That was what she longed for most after pretending for so long, yet it was also what she dared not hope for.

"Mahiru."

A deep voice sounded in my ear.

Ye Hai gently called her name, his palm caressing her shoulder.

Ye Hai had just been considerate of Shiina Mahiru and let her rest for a while.

The break time is over now.

Shiina Mahiru trembled, instinctively wanting to object and say "no," but in the end she only gave a muffled "hmm," as if she had given in vain.

She closed her eyes, buried her face in Ye Hai's arms, and breathed in his scent.

—Knowing it's wrong, yet powerless to refuse.

Ye Hai pressed down on Shiina Mahiru again.

The next day.

When Shiina Mahiru woke up, the first thing she saw was Hakai's calm sleeping face.

She stared blankly for a moment, her cheeks burning again.

Memories of last night flooded back, stirring a complex mix of emotions in her heart.

—She should have left.

But when she tried to move her body, the arms around her waist held her tightly, making it almost impossible for her to move.

“...What a bastard.”

Shiina Mahiru muttered under her breath, a hint of embarrassment flashing in her eyes.

In the end, she gently pushed his hand away, frowned slightly as she got out of bed, and felt some pain between her thighs.

Faced with Ye Hai's repeated demands on her first visit, her fragile little body was somewhat overwhelmed.

After putting on her school uniform, which had already been dried in the dryer, she tiptoed out of the room.

However, she suddenly stopped in her tracks as soon as she reached the corner of the corridor.

Two familiar figures were sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window.

Yukino Yukinoshita and Ayaka Kamisato.

The two were holding teacups, seemingly having been waiting for some time.

Sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains, illuminating them with an elegance that seemed otherworldly.

But the look in her eyes as she gazed at Shiina Mahiru made her freeze.

Ayaka Kamisato's eyes held a mixture of confusion and curiosity. She tilted her head slightly, as if to confirm whether the person she saw last night was the same one.

"She's...Shiina-kun, right?"

Yukino put down her teacup, spoke coldly, her tone calm, but her eyes were as sharp as ice blades.

"It seems that Ye Hai's 'rescue' was a step faster than I expected."

Shiina Mahiru held her breath, her fingers gripping the hem of her skirt tightly.

Last night's events were already shameful enough for her, but now, facing these two women whose status and demeanor completely overwhelmed her, she felt utterly lost.

"Yes, I'm sorry..."

She spoke in a low voice, as if trying to defend herself, but she didn't know what to explain.

Yukino Yukinoshita simply hummed softly, "You don't need to apologize to us."

She knows whose fault it is.

……

In the afternoon, the sky cleared up, and sunlight pierced through the clouds, illuminating the streets.

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A moving company truck was parked downstairs at the apartment building, and several workers were carrying cardboard boxes and luggage bags.

"Miss, is this all?"

"Well, I'm sorry to bother you."

Shiina Mahiru responded softly.

She stood downstairs, gazing at the cramped rental room where she had lived for several months, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

Although the place was small and didn't feel like home, it was, after all, a small world that barely belonged to "herself" after she left her parents.

Now, under Yukino Yukinoshita's arrangement, she will leave this place for good and move into the large penthouse on the top floor of Ye Hai's house.

"Mahiru-kun, just leave it to them."

Yukino stood beside her, her expression indifferent.

“Now that you’ve made your choice last night, you’re no longer an ‘outsider.’ You should live in the same place as us.”

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Mahiru bit her lip and lowered her head. She wanted to explain, but in the end she just nodded: "...I understand."

Just then, a figure walked out from the other end of the apartment corridor.

Fujimiya Shuu.

He was carrying a garbage bag and had only come out to take out the trash, but he saw a truck and a pile of luggage at the stairwell.

His gaze swept over the area, and in the next instant, he froze on the spot.

Shiina Mahiru.

He immediately recognized the figure; the flaxen hair was warmed by the sunlight.

The workers were loading her belongings onto the truck box by box, and she stood there quietly, with a cold and elegant black-haired girl beside her.

Yukino Yukinoshita looked up and her gaze met Fujimiya Shuu's across the distance.

She merely glanced at him briefly before looking away, showing no intention of speaking.