mygo, Villain Simulator

Ichinose Wakaba's voice was so low it was almost touching her ear, so gentle it was almost unreal, yet it sounded like a whisper from the abyss.

"It was my fault."

Misaki Misaki stared blankly at Ichinose Wakaba, her eyes unfocused, as if something had grabbed the edge of her consciousness. Her breath hitched, her throat moved, she wanted to explain something, but nothing came out.

Misaki Miku knew it was wrong, but her body began to unconsciously repeat the phrase—"It's all my fault."

Satisfied with Misaki Miku's obedience, Ichinose Wakaba leaned close, her voice like a devil's honey-coated whisper, silently seeping into her heart.

"it's not your fault."

"It's not my fault..."

The blonde idol unconsciously repeated the words in a soft, hypnotic whisper. She nodded, so subtly that she didn't even notice it herself.

"It's not my fault."

At this moment, the blonde idol seemed to have finally grasped a reason to escape her pain—even if it was offered by the devil, she held onto it.

Ichinose Wakaba curled the corners of her lips into an ambiguous smile, a smile as light as falling snow, yet enough to bury the sound of the entire night.

“That’s right, the one who’s wrong isn’t Hatsune Miku, but your father, Toyokawa Sadaharu.”

These words, like a whispered incantation, accompanied by those burning eyes, fell straight into the most vulnerable corner of Misaki's heart.

Ichinose Wakaba was very close, so close that she could even feel the warmth of his breath.

Ichinose Wakaba didn't bury her face in Miku's neck as usual, nor did she knead the part of the blonde idol that fans fantasize about.

He was only close to her ear, without actually touching Miku Miku, but the oppressive feeling was like some invisible force, attacking her from all directions.

Ichinose Wakaba's gaze was focused and deep, as if she wanted to engulf the blonde idol entirely.

His gaze was not a simple stare, but a form of control, a declaration that "you cannot escape."

"If it weren't for Toyokawa Sadaharu, Sho wouldn't be facing this situation now."

Ichinose Wakaba's words carried a slow, guiding tone; each word was like a thread slipping into Miku's eardrum, quietly entangling her thoughts.

Surrounded by such intense gazes and sounds, Miku's body began to show slight reactions.

She wanted to turn her head, but she couldn't move.

My heartbeat was like a jumbled drumbeat, disordered and rapid. My breathing became shallow involuntarily, my palms sweated slightly, and even my shoulders unconsciously tightened as I stood.

While Miku's brain was still resisting, her body's instincts had already reacted to this pressure and inducement.

"The mistake is..."

Sanjiao Chuyin opened her mouth, her voice like suppressed air, weak and hesitant, yet carrying a hint of obedience.

Ichinose Wakaba looked at her, a slight smile playing on her lips, not of smugness, but like a hunter patiently waiting for its prey.

The hunter waits, waiting for his prey to jump into his mouth.

Miku Miku knew perfectly well that all of this was wrong and incorrect.

but--

Ichinose Wakaba was too close; his words, his breath, his eyes that seemed to want to tear a person apart—everything was like a dangerous electromagnetic cannon invading Misaki Miku's brain.

Reason screamed in my ears: step back, run away, reject him.

But the triangle-shaped Hatsune Miku can't move.

My body felt as if it were being pressed down by some invisible force, my toes rooted to the spot. My fingertips trembled slightly, and my breathing became shallow involuntarily.

The blonde idol clearly wanted to say "no," but her throat felt blocked, and she couldn't even utter a sound of refusal.

Ichinose Wakaba whispered words in her ear, each word like a spark falling into the softest patch of grass in the blonde idol's heart, igniting all the pent-up chaos and longing.

"That's right, it's all Toyokawa Sadaharu's fault. It's all because of him that you can't be with Sho."

Ichinose Wakaba spoke softly, but she heard it all too clearly.

That wasn't persuasion, but stating the facts.

If it weren't for Toyokawa Sadaharu, none of this would have happened.

Miku Miku wouldn't have been banished to that island, wouldn't have been forbidden from contacting Toyokawa Shoko, those things wouldn't have happened to Ichinose Wakaba, and he wouldn't have become like this.

If Ichinose Wakaba hadn't turned into this vengeful demon, then he wouldn't have been insulted and threatened by her while trying to protect Sho.

Yes, all of them, all of them, all of them! Emu? [Emu (one)! Lingbaer]

Misaki Miku bit her lip, but couldn't stop her heart from pounding faster and faster. She wanted to turn her head away from that burning gaze, to escape this suffocating atmosphere, but her body only trembled slightly, offering no response.

Miku's gaze was unfocused and blank, as if she were standing on the edge of a cliff but no longer afraid of falling.

Ichinose Wakaba slowly raised his hand, his fingertips gently touching her cheek—the movement was light, yet carried a naturalness that required no prompting. It was as if he were touching something that already belonged to him, needing no permission, simply gently tracing the outline of the blonde idol.

Ichinose Wakaba's palm was warm, and with a calm yet undeniable force, she stroked Miku's jawline down to her temples. In that instant, she closed her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering slightly, as if in tacit consent.

The head was lowered, the movements were not hurried at all, but rather like a gentle coronation after a long period of inducing.

Ichinose Wakaba leaned down and gently placed her lips on her eyes.

Misaki's breathing became increasingly rapid, like a drowning person struggling beneath the unseen surface of the sea.

But she was standing still, and the surroundings were so quiet that even the hands of a clock were silent. The only "sound of water" came from Miku's own heartbeat as she teetered on the brink of collapse.

"So, whose fault is it?"

Ichinose Wakaba's voice was so gentle it was almost cruel, like a mother comforting her child in a nightmare, or like a hunter's final lure.

Mitsukasa trembled slightly as cold fingertips slowly slid across her cheek, from her cheekbone to below her ear, lightly brushing past her temples. The touch was so gentle it was almost tender, yet Mitsukasa couldn't escape it.

It was just a simple touch, yet it was more invasive than any words.

It was an action that bordered on pity, so slow it seemed to be confirming something, and so slow it was impossible to escape.

The blonde idol's skin was as smooth as silk, and the air seemed to freeze the moment Ichinose Wakaba's fingertips lightly brushed across the area where men were not allowed to touch.

Miku's fingertips trembled slightly—I need to push him away.

This was the clearest thought in Misaki's mind, the only lingering echo of reason she could recognize at that moment. But when the blonde idol actually raised her arm, it was as if she were trapped in some kind of invisible constraint.

The hand only rose half an inch before stopping.

Ichinose Wakaba's touch continued, gentle and steady, like a tide slowly invading her boundaries, unhurried yet unwavering.

Miku's shoulders twitched slightly, and her breathing became a little off-beat.

"……no……"

She almost lip-read the word, but no sound came out.

But Ichinose Wakaba seemed to hear it, and simply smiled slightly, without sarcasm or pity, only with a sense of calm in control of everything.

"You clearly don't want to refuse,"

he whispered.

Her body jolted.

Miku tried to exert force again, but found that her strength seemed to have been drained. The raised hand slowly fell down, and the fingertips touched the fabric on Ichinose Wakatsuki's chest, as if it were a symbolic blow, but in the end, it only left a faint mark of resistance.

It wasn't a push away, but rather... contact.

Misaki Miku finally realized that what was more terrifying than not being able to push him away was that for a moment she didn't want to push him away.

Why don't you want to push it away?

Is it because you know that pushing it away won't make a difference?

It's because I wanted to save some energy for later tasks.

Is it because the body has been taught to be unable to resist?

neither.

It's because Miku Miku is currently longing for a hug so she can cry!

It's because she longs for someone to comfort her wounded heart right now!

She longed for the person in front of her!

In that instant, everything collapsed.

Like a last string snapping, like a door opening silently in response. (Six) [U705.COM First Release]

Miku Miku finally raised her head and looked at him.

There was no more struggle in his eyes.

All that remains is the quiet after exhaustion, and the acceptance—an acceptance that, even if wrong, no longer seeks to escape.

Miku Miku seemed to have finally found a reason, a reason that was enough for her to stop forcing herself to keep going.

The blonde idol nodded under Ichinose Wakaba's gaze.

The movements were so light they were almost imperceptible, yet so resolute they were undeniable.

She walked towards him step by step, no longer resisting, no longer questioning, and no longer running away.

She surrendered herself—not in a formal sense, but in the silent acceptance deep within her soul.

Just like the opening line of the Hen Card performance: "Welcome to the world of Hen Card."

"...Take me with you into this depravity."

When I was thinking about how to write the character of Miku Miku, I thought of the young master's soft ball. A person whose existence is shameful, who doesn't care how the family heir manipulates her.

The last few episodes left me speechless—seriously, a real female genital mummy?

Then, in the past few days, I also searched why Miku Miku suddenly became so popular: the price of rice grains has risen so fast, and the popularity of her pairing with Toyokawa Shoko has also increased.

The cause was found to be the "real woman's bucket".

Oh, and it's really cool, the song is great.

So, she went from being a plaything of a wealthy young master to becoming the destroyer of this yuri world.

It's a pity that Xiao Xiang isn't a real woman, otherwise she could really write about the destroyer of the yuri world.

Chapter 163 Sinking Love and Desire 5k

It wasn't a release of lust, but more like a silent possession.

The left eye, then the right eye—like some kind of silent vow.

Miku Miku's eyes were filled with Ichinose Wakaba's face, that annoying face now completely occupying her violet eyes.

The blonde idol knew it was wrong, a boundary she shouldn't cross. But her body seemed to have been waiting behind that boundary all along.

Even more frightening is that Miku's spirit has also begun to waver.

A voice quietly echoed in my heart: I am protecting Xiangzi, yes, I am protecting Xiangzi.

The self-deceiving, blonde idol threw herself into something she hated.

[This time, you're relieved. Compared to before when you kept quiet and refused to utter a sound, wanting it to end quickly, Miku Miku in Triangle is quite frantic.]

[She's relentlessly pursuing you; even when Toyokawa Shoko calls, your hand is grabbed by Miku Miku—Am I beautiful?]

These obvious words stunned you, and the smile on the golden idol's face was completely unfamiliar to you.

[The vulgar language you'd never heard from Misaki Miku before has made you forget about Toyokawa Shoko's phone call.]

[You and Miku Miku have fallen into an abyss of desire.]

That day, you stayed in Miku's apartment for a long time.

After you left, the blonde idol covered her eyes with her arm and wept silently. The sticky feeling in her body and the emptiness made Miku sob uncontrollably.

[Next, just as you expected, with the disbandment of the Mother Hen Card, Toyokawa Shoko has no one left to rely on but you.]

[As for Ruoye Mu's kiss?]

I only like you, Xiao Xiang.

[After hearing your words, Toyokawa Shoko nestled in your arms for a long time; she knew you were telling the truth.]

When you were little, the three of you were inseparable, but your eyes were only on Toyokawa Shoko, just as Ruoye Mutsu's eyes were only on you.

At 16, you were living an ordinary life.

He works part-time every day, earns money, and incidentally supports Toyokawa Shoko.