mygo, Villain Simulator

“Leo,” Lena replied simply.

Chihaya Aine's mind raced for a moment before she remembered the mysterious being she had never met but had heard Rakuna mention in the chat logs.

Several times, when members of mygo asked who Leonario was, the other person pointed to their left hand and said: "That's Leona."

So, over time, the members of mygo realized that Leo wanted to be Lena's air friend.

[So daring, but so beautiful, if it were me]

Facing the artwork, Chihaya Aine swallowed hard, trying to calm her rapidly beating heart. For a high school girl, confronting something like this was a challenge.

It's fine if you're alone, but it's too embarrassing in front of others.

However, this was just the beginning. The pink-haired girl heard something that almost made her heart stop: "Leo wants to draw ano."

"Eh?!"

Chihaya Aine's pupils dilated in shock, and she almost jumped up. —Rakuna wants to draw me?

"Wait, wait a minute, you mean...you also want me to be drawn? Just like this one?"

Yoro Nai maintained her expressionless demeanor, simply nodding slightly.

"No, no! It's too, too embarrassing!"

"ano, don't want it?"

"I... Waaah, that's not what I meant..."

Chihaya Aine hugged the body pillow and leaned back like a shy cat, her cheeks almost steaming.

She said no, but her eyes kept stealing glances at the painting and then at Yao Le Nai.

The girl who usually behaved strangely was now quietly looking at her, saying in an almost emotionless voice what Leo had told her to say: "Ano, you're beautiful."

"You, you shouldn't say things like that!!"

She screamed and buried her face in the pillow, refusing to look up.

Meanwhile, not far away, the unseen "Leo" quietly observed everything.

It doesn't have eyes, yet it can accurately capture the flushed red on the back of Chihaya Aine's neck, as well as the rapid heartbeat caused by her emotional fluctuations.

It has no emotions, but it is simulating a certain "atmosphere" through the knowledge it has learned.

The ground medicinal powder evaporated in the air as the incense burned, and the room temperature seemed to rise slightly.

But this wasn't a real warming up; rather, Leo was imitating the knowledge he had learned, using a kind of "closeness" similar to breath to exert an invisible "gaze" on Chihaya Aine.

It was a feeling of being "seen," making Chihaya Aine feel completely exposed.

The girl stood there, her face flushed crimson. Her soft pink hair clung to her cheeks, and she clutched the hem of her clothes tightly in her hands.

Her gaze shifted back and forth between Yao Lenai and the painting, a mixture of almost melting shyness and a touch of curiosity.

[How could this be... They actually wanted to draw me... And, they only invited me... But, you're so beautiful. Would I be just as beautiful if I were drawn?]

She bit her lip, as if she had been mentally preparing herself for a long time.

Amidst the incense, curiosity, and a desire for such a beautiful painting, Chihaya Aine finally spoke.

"I see."

"...Take off your clothes?...I...I understand..."

"Wait, wait... I, I can do it myself!!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the pink-haired girl turned around with a flushed face, hurriedly and gently unzipping her coat, her fingertips trembling slightly with nervousness.

She folded her coat and set it aside, revealing a light-colored camisole underneath. The thin straps accentuated her delicate and slender shoulders, and her collarbone was faintly visible, giving her a youthful and translucent look.

"...Waaaaah... Little Lena, don't peek!"

Thinking to herself how lucky the artist was a girl, the pink-haired girl sat down on a cushion in the center of the room, following what Leo had told her—just sit down.

With a simple instruction, Chihaya Aine turned to sit properly, suppressing her embarrassment, her arms hanging naturally at her sides, as if she were about to melt into that moment.

Her eyes couldn't help but drift towards Yao Lenai, wanting to see how the other would draw her. However, the canvas blocked her view, making it difficult for her to see clearly.

Chapter 186 Leo is getting a massage

The paintbrush did not come from Kaoru's own hand, but from a soft, biological-tentacle-like "prosthetic" that slowly extended from her left hand, gracefully stretching out to simulate the structure of delicate fingers and firmly holding the paintbrush.

The movements were extremely natural, yet possessed a kind of "inhuman" precision.

[About the same size as Renai's.]

Leo meticulously sketched Chihaya Aine's features, from the smoothness of her hair to the curve of her eyelashes, and even the way she would occasionally bite her lower lip out of shyness.

Yoro sat quietly to the side, watching without saying a word, but without looking away.

Chihaya Aine felt her gaze and blushed again, but she did not resist.

The girl simply lowered her head, letting that "not-a-hand" hand gradually depict her current appearance on the paper.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

Finally, the drawing is finished.

"It's over...?"

Chihaya Aine asked softly, then slowly stood up, hugging herself with both hands, as if she hadn't fully recovered from the shame that felt like she had been stripped bare.

The pink-haired girl walked gently to the paper.

When she saw herself in the picture, she was completely stunned.

In the painting, Chihaya Aine has rosy cheeks, shy eyes, and her slightly hunched back and arms tucked in front of her body make her look fragile and real.

—It's not just a record of her appearance, but more like a projection of her "emotions at this moment," imprinted onto the paper.

This realistic depiction is like dissecting Chihaya Aine's entire being, making her feel both ashamed and pleased.

This painting does more than just record her appearance.

It peeled away Chihaya Aine's skin, expressions, and movements, exposing that moment's shyness, unease, cooperation, and anticipation all on the white paper.

Like a gentle yet naked "analysis".

Chihaya Aine looked at the person in the painting, and she knew it was herself—yet it was more real and more inescapable than the person in the mirror.

It's like... someone saw right through me.

The pink-haired girl bit her lip, her hands forgetting to cover herself, revealing her less-than-ideal figure, as she touched the painting of herself.

"How could it be drawn like this...?"

The girl doesn't dislike it.

She even felt happy.

Although the scene reveals a side of the pink-haired girl that she has never admitted to others, there is not a trace of ridicule or frivolity. Instead, it is as if the scene is carefully and cherished, preserving her vulnerability bit by bit.

The feeling of "someone watching you intently" is like a soft electric current, creeping from the soles of your feet to the tip of your heart.

—Shame, it really is.

—I do like it, and that's true.

Chihaya Aine simply couldn't refuse.

I even thought that if it were described like this again next time, perhaps... it wouldn't be so bad.

"Like it?"

Chihaya Aine's toes were pressed tightly against the wooden floor, almost curled up in place. She dared not look directly at the painting, much less look directly into Kaname Rakuna's eyes.

"like"

Chihaya Aine muttered softly, her voice like a kitten's gentle whining, yet clearly carrying an air of avoidance. Her cheeks burned as if scorched by fire, so red they seemed about to bleed, even reaching her ears.

A faint fragrance of incense quietly filled the air.

Warm and misty, it entwines the light and blurs one's senses. It has no strong fragrance, yet it seeps into the nasal cavity unintentionally, as elegant as white tea, with a subtle woody aroma, faint and elusive, leaving one in a daze.

Chihaya Aine subconsciously took a breath, her expression momentarily frozen.

"Hey... what's that smell... it smells so good."

The fragrance wasn't strong, but it made her heart beat a little faster than usual.

It was as if the fragrance itself had body temperature, quietly enveloping Chihaya Aine's consciousness, causing her originally tense and stiff shoulders to relax unconsciously, and even her ears to feel a tingling sensation.

The pink-haired girl felt a little dizzy, but not in an uncomfortable way. Instead, it was a drowsy, comforting feeling, like sitting in a kotatsu wrapped in a towel after a hot bath.

It was this fragrance that prevented her from running away immediately. Instead, she slowly remained in place, her gaze drifting, her cheeks flushed a deeper red than before.

The next second, Yoro's fingertips pressed on her shoulder.

It was a touch that came out of nowhere, and it was even a little cold.

"ah--!"

Chihaya Aine gasped softly, her body trembling violently as if she had been dragged out of a dream.

The acupressure wasn't heavy, but it carried an irresistible, gentle rhythm. It pushed along the shoulder line towards the neck, then inch by inch massaged away the tense muscles in the back.

The master-level Fist of the North Star massage technique is not a skill of ordinary people, but it is further enhanced by the magic that shatters reality.

Chihaya Aine's body trembled like a cat's, and she took a soft breath.

"Ha...wait, wait a minute, little Lena..."

"Comfortable?"

"Yeah, comfortable."

Before she could finish speaking, Chihaya Aine bit her lip.

She suddenly realized that the action was too intimate.

What's more, the other person's breath was right next to her ear, each exhale gently brushing against the skin on her neck, making the pink-haired girl's heart soften with a ticklish sensation.

The warmth on her shoulder, the faint breath from behind, and the subtle scent of incense in the air all contributed to her head slowly getting hot.

After a short while, the cold touch slowly melted away with body heat, and my fingertips began to warm up.

Chihaya Aine felt her left hand slowly press down and rotate along the direction of her shoulder blade, as if drawing circles to loosen the muscles layer by layer.

Even though the heating wasn't on in the room, she felt her skin getting hot, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on her neck and back. The tatami mat beneath her seemed to have become soft and sticky, as if it were trying to trap the pink-haired girl inside.

Her head floated in the fragrance, her consciousness seemingly being led by the scent.

The light before my eyes began to blur, each ray of sunlight like an illusion refracted through the mist, gentle, dreamlike, yet making me feel weightless.

"Ugh, ha... there... be gentle, little Lena..."

Her tone was somewhat embarrassed, and her voice grew softer and softer, but she didn't move away.

The person behind me was quiet, and the force was just right. They didn't say much, but there was a reassuring silence about them.

But this silence was just the curious cat watching her guitar friend, Leo, doing something comforting.

Chihaya Aine bit her lip, wondering if it was just her imagination, but she felt as if the other person's fingers could sense the rhythm of her heartbeat, pressing down precisely on the spot she least wanted to be touched.

"Ugh...it's too close..." Chihaya Aine protested softly.

"Like it?"

Yao Lenai suddenly asked in a low voice.

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Chihaya Aine's face burned even more intensely, her ears turning bright red.

"It's not that I like it" or that would be too strange, but his lips moved a few times and he couldn't make a sound. He just nodded.

At that moment, the pink-haired girl even forgot her initial shame, only remembering how gentle the other person's fingertips were.

Just like you really, really understand your own body.

Would you like a more comfortable massage?

"Want some?" (Six), Together I Youba is a temple overlord

The relaxation of her body made Chihaya Aine's brain react much slower than usual.

Even though it had only been a few minutes, she felt as if she had fallen into some kind of soft and warm dream.