My and Their Anime-Style Otherworldly Survival Adventure

Jiu Xiao paused slightly, then revealed a mischievous smile: "Hehe, guess? If it's not my cousin, then it's my daughter?"

Mami Tomoe put down her teacup, folded her hands on her knees, and leaned forward slightly. Her perfect figure looked especially alluring in the afterglow of the setting sun. Her gaze was sharp as she looked directly into Kyuu's eyes, her tone tinged with a hint of teasing: "If you don't want to talk about it, then don't. I thought she was some little girlfriend you'd picked up somewhere."

Jiuxiao almost choked on his black tea, quickly put down his teacup, and coughed awkwardly twice: "Cough cough, Mami-senpai, your imagination is too rich. How old is Xiaozhu? How could I possibly have such thoughts?"

Mami chuckled softly, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She gently rested her head on Jiuxiao's shoulder, sniffing his scent, and asked in a languid tone, "Jiuxiao-kun, you have a faint fragrance on you. Are you wearing perfume?"

Jiuxiao remained unmoved, completely unaware of the impending crisis. He subconsciously looked down and sniffed his sleeve, then shook his head: "No, I never wear perfume. It's probably just the scent of tea I picked up while drinking it earlier."

Mami Tomoe narrowed her eyes, a meaningful smile playing on her lips. She quickly picked a long, black strand of hair from Jiuxiao's body and waved it in front of his eyes. Her tone carried a hint of probing: "Jiuxiao-kun, is this fur from your cat? I remember you mentioned having a 'cat' at home, right?"

When Jiuxiao saw the strand of hair, his heart tightened, and his expression instantly became somewhat unnatural. A woman's intuition is truly terrifying, he thought to himself. But he quickly composed himself and forced a lighthearted smile, saying, "Mami-senpai, can we not bring up something so sensitive? You know, I've always been devoted to you. If you don't believe me, you can feel my heartbeat and see if I'm lying." Jiuxiao held Mami's hand affectionately, trying to smooth things over.

Mami Tomoe wasn't really angry. Instead, she turned around, gently straddled Jiu Xiao's lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed them tightly together, as if she wanted to infuse every inch of Jiu Xiao's skin with her aura.

She lowered her head slightly, leaned close to Jiuxiao's ear, and whispered, "Jiuxiao-jun, your heart is indeed beating very fast. You were lying, weren't you?"

Jiu Xiao was dumbfounded. Who could withstand this? He wasn't Nan Tong; it would be abnormal if his heart wasn't racing.

"Mami-senpai, you're making things difficult for me, Gian. I'm not some saint. If you keep this up, I won't be so polite!"

Mami Tomoe seemed quite pleased with his reaction, and her smile deepened.

"Oh? You're welcome? How exactly do you intend to be unwelcome, Jiuxiao-jun..." Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly felt dizzy, and when she came to her senses, the tables had turned, and Jiuxiao had taken control, pinning her down on the sofa...

Fifteen minutes later, the two sat down on the sofa again. Mami Tomoe's breathing was erratic as she straightened her disheveled clothes, her gaze resentful.

Jiuxiao coughed twice and changed the subject, saying, "Mami-senpai, do you know about Witch's Night?"

Mami Tomoe paused slightly as she adjusted her collar, a hint of seriousness flashing in her eyes. She looked up, her gaze meeting Jiuxiao's, her tone stern: "Witch's Night? I've heard of it. But you're not a magical girl, how do you know about that?"

Jiuxiao sat up straight, and his expression became serious.

"Well, I heard about this from the other magical girls. They say Witch's Night is an extremely powerful witch whose appearance will end civilization. I'm worried about how we'll deal with it if it really comes down?"

Mami Tomoe has always been very confident in her fighting abilities, but when she heard Jiuxiao mention Witch Night, her brows furrowed slightly.

“Witch’s Night…” Mami Tomoe murmured softly, her tone heavy. “Isn’t that just a rumor? If it really comes to that, we’ll probably have to fight with all our might.”

Chapter 171 I'll just hold you, I won't do anything else

Jiu Xiao didn't want to put too much pressure on Mami Tomoe, but he knew that the Witch's Night rumor wasn't unfounded. Taking Mami Tomoe's hand, Jiu Xiao pretended to be relaxed and said, "Don't worry, Mami-senpai, no matter what happens, I'll always be by your side. Besides, maybe it's just a rumor, just like you said."

Without thinking much, Mami nestled in Jiuxiao's arms, feeling his body temperature and heartbeat, and the unease in her heart seemed to be soothed a little.

A moment later, Jiuxiao said goodbye. Mami looked up, a hint of reluctance in her eyes, but quickly regained her composure. She smiled slightly and teased, "Yeah, I know, you're going home to take care of your 'cat,' right?"

Hearing Mami Tomoe's teasing, Jiuxiao scratched his head awkwardly, a wry smile appearing on his face. "Mami-senpai, you knew all this? I can't hide anything from you." He shrugged helplessly, secretly relieved that Mami Tomoe didn't press the matter further.

Mami chuckled and shook her head, a hint of mockery in her eyes: "Kyuu-kun, don't forget, I'm your senior. I know all your little secrets~." She deliberately dragged out her words, seemingly enjoying seeing Kyuu-kun's embarrassed expression.

Jiu Xiao fell silent. He realized that Mami Tomoe was deliberately teasing him, and the more embarrassed he was, the more she enjoyed it.

Picking up the still-sleeping Bai Jiangzhu, Jiuxiao tiptoed towards the door. Tomoe Mami watched his retreating figure, her smile fading, replaced by a complex emotion in her eyes. She whispered, "Jiuxiao-kun, be careful on your way."

Jiuxiao turned around, nodded to her, and gave her a gentle smile: "Yes, Mami-senpai, you should also get some rest and not overwork yourself."

The door closed softly, and Mami Tomoe stood there, her gaze still fixed on the doorway. She looked down at her hand, seemingly still able to feel the warmth of Jiuxiao's hand as he had just held hers. She turned and walked to the window, silently watching Jiuxiao's figure gradually disappear into the crowd.

The night was deep, and the city lights still shone brightly. Xiaoyuan had returned home. She hadn't seen Miki Sayaka as she had hoped, and she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. Sitting at her desk, Xiaoyuan took out her phone, hesitated for a long time, and finally dialed Miki Sayaka's number.

A busy tone came from the other end of the phone, followed by a voicemail notification. Xiaoyuan sighed, put down her phone, and felt a vague unease.

"Where did Sayaka go?" she murmured to herself, recalling Sayaka's recent unusual behavior.

After agonizing for a while, Xiaoyuan sent Jiuxiao a text message, briefly explaining the situation. Then, she sat by the window, silently waiting for a reply. A gentle breeze blew by the window, carrying a hint of coolness. She couldn't help but hug her arms tighter, her unease growing stronger.

Meanwhile, Jiu Xiao had already returned home. After throwing Bai Jiangzhu, who had turned back into a doll, into the room, he moved to the kitchen.

Homura Akemi was already preparing dinner when she heard footsteps behind her. Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but she ultimately remained silent and continued what she was doing. Kusho stood behind her, his gaze sweeping over her. Homura Akemi was still wearing that lace-trimmed apron, her long black hair casually draped over her shoulders, making her look exceptionally charming.

Watching her busy figure, Jiu Xiao felt a strange restlessness in his heart. He had just eaten and drunk his fill at Mami's place... well, drink his fill, but now he was being swayed by another emotion. What a jerk!

"Xiao Yan, what are you busy with? You seem so focused." Jiu Xiao asked knowingly, gently placing his hands on her shoulders.

Homura Akemi's body stiffened for a moment, but she quickly relaxed and continued to focus on the movements in her hands.

"Prepare dinner," she replied briefly, her tone flat, yet carrying a hint of barely perceptible nervousness. Jiu Xiao's fingers gently caressed her shoulder, feeling her slight trembling, and a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

"Do you need any help?" Jiuxiao asked in a low voice. Seeing that she did not resist, he took advantage of the situation and gently rested his chin on her shoulder, his breath brushing against her ear. Xiaomei Yan's ears turned slightly red, and her movements unconsciously slowed down.

"No...no need. You...go and rest first, I can do it myself." Homura Akemi's voice trembled slightly, and the blush on her ears gradually spread to her cheeks. She tried to concentrate on the ingredients, but Jiuxiao's presence was so close that she couldn't ignore it. If it were before, she would have pushed Jiuxiao away long ago, but now she seemed to have lost that decisiveness and let him do as he pleased.

Jiu Xiao didn't leave, his gaze fixed on Akemi Homura's hands as she chopped vegetables. Perhaps due to nervousness, her knife skills appeared somewhat chaotic, the blade making a slight clinking sound on the cutting board. Jiu Xiao's lips curled slightly upward, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes. His fingers slowly slid down her shoulder, gently grasping her wrist.

"Xiao Yan, you're cutting too fast. You can't do that. What if you hurt yourself?"

Homura Akemi's hand holding the knife trembled slightly, and the blade almost veered off course. She bit her lower lip, trying to break free, but Kusho's strength was just right, neither making her feel uncomfortable nor allowing her to easily escape.

"Don't move, let me teach you."

Without waiting for Homura's consent, Jiuxiao wrapped his arms around her from behind, gently placing his hands on the back of her hands and guiding her slowly down. Their bodies were almost pressed together, and Homura could clearly feel the warmth from Jiuxiao's chest, her heart pounding faster involuntarily. She wanted to say something, but found her voice stuck in her throat, and could only let Jiuxiao guide her.

"Relax, don't be so tense." Jiu Xiao's voice was deep and gentle, with a hint of teasing laughter. "It's just chopping vegetables, it's not a big deal."

Jiuxiao's voice seemed to possess a certain magic, causing Akemi Homura's breathing to quicken, the warm breath near her ear making it almost impossible for her to think. Guided by Jiuxiao, she gradually relaxed, the blade making neat, rhythmic cuts on the cutting board, the vegetable leaves being shredded into even, fine strips. However, her mind was no longer on the ingredients, but completely occupied by the presence of the person behind her.

"Don't...don't get so close, what...what do you want to do?" Homura Akemi finally couldn't help but speak, her voice much softer than usual, even carrying a hint of pleading that she herself didn't realize.

"What am I doing? I'm teaching you how to chop vegetables, of course, Xiaoyan. See, it's done!"

Before she knew it, the shredded vegetables on the cutting board had piled up into a small mountain. She swallowed the words of reprimand that Akemi Homura had intended to utter. Looking down at the neatly arranged shredded vegetables, her mind was a jumbled mess.

And so, dinner was finally prepared amidst much commotion. Jiu Xiao always managed to find various reasons to get close to Xiao Meiyan, and she had reason to suspect that Jiu Xiao was deliberately taking advantage of her, but she couldn't really get angry and could only watch helplessly as Jiu Xiao "touched her" inappropriately.

Jiuxiao was also thoroughly enjoying himself, as if teasing Homura Akemi had become his greatest pleasure. After dinner, he took the initiative to clear the dishes, his movements practiced and natural, as if this home had become a part of him.

Akemi Homura sat at the dining table, a cup of hot tea in her hand, her gaze involuntarily following Jiuxiao's figure. She couldn't remember the last time she had experienced such a leisurely life; perhaps a year, perhaps ten...

Her thoughts drifted away, and memories of the past surfaced in her mind. Countless times she had faced darkness and loneliness alone, and those memories surged like a tide, overwhelming her.

Homura Akemi's fingers unconsciously rubbed the rim of the teacup, her eyes gradually becoming unfocused.

"Homura, the tea's gone cold." Jiuxiao's voice suddenly rang in her ears, and Homura Akemi snapped back to reality, realizing that Jiuxiao had somehow ended up sitting next to her. She subconsciously looked down at the teacup in her hand, and sure enough, the tea was no longer steaming.

"Make me another cup." Homura Akemi gently pushed the teacup towards Kyuu, making the request quite naturally. In the past, she would never easily ask for help, especially for something as small as this. But for some reason, she seemed to let her guard down when facing Kyuu, and even became somewhat dependent on him.

Jiuxiao took the teacup, drank the remaining tea in one gulp, then raised an eyebrow at Homura Akemi and teased, "Thank you for the treat. I feel there's a faint sweetness in it. Did Homura sneak some dessert?"

Homura Akemi paused for a moment, then her cheeks flushed slightly. She stood up as if to strike, but Kushou easily dodged her, as if he had anticipated her reaction. Homura Akemi missed her target, and a strange mix of embarrassment and helplessness welled up inside her, finally turning into a soft sigh.

After washing up, Xiaomei came out of the bathroom with her hair down. She saw Jiuxiao still sitting on the sofa with a faint smile on his lips, and her heart tightened.

"What are you up to now?" Homura Akemi asked warily, slowing her pace and fixing her gaze on Kusho's malicious face.

Jiuxiao didn't answer immediately, but instead tilted his head slightly, his gaze following Akemi Homura's figure, his smile growing wider. He leaned lazily against the back of the sofa, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest, as if he were brewing some plan.

"What could I possibly be planning? Of course, I'm going to go to sleep, just like last night." Jiu Xiao finally spoke, his tone tinged with amusement and his eyes filled with aggression.

Homura Akemi covered her chest, embarrassed and annoyed, and said, "I'm warning you, don't do it like last night again! That was just an accident, don't even think about it!" Homura Akemi's voice was a little flustered, and her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment and anger.

Jiuxiao remained completely unmoved. In the past, he might have had some reservations, but after what happened last night, he seemed to have figured out Akemi Homura's bottom line. Peeling away her cold exterior, he realized that her heart was actually soft and vulnerable, and that her resistance was more of a bluff than a genuine reaction; tacit approval was the true response.

Jiuxiao stood up and slowly approached Xiaomei Yan, his steps neither hurried nor slow.

As expected, Homura Akemi instinctively took a step back, a flicker of panic in her eyes. Her resistance was weak; in fact, one could say that deep down she didn't reject Kyuu's approach. Sensing this, Kyuu knew he had succeeded.

This was the first time Jiuxiao had stepped into Akemi Homura's boudoir. The room was simply yet warmly furnished, with pale purple curtains swaying gently in the breeze, and a bedside lamp casting a soft glow on the bedside table.

Xiao Meiyan lay on her side on the bed, her palm gently resting against Jiu Xiao's chest, trying to keep her distance from him. Jiu Xiao took her hand and pulled her closer.

"Xiaoyan, don't be nervous. I just want to hug you, I won't do anything inappropriate."

Hearing Jiu Xiao say this, her vigilance relaxed slightly.

Homura Akemi was still unaware of the wickedness of people, especially men. Phrases like, "I'll just hold you, I won't do anything else," were often the beginning of lies. What followed were, "I'll just kiss you; I'll just rub against you outside, I won't go inside; I'll take responsibility for you..."

Sure enough, Jiuxiao's actions gradually became more restless. His arm had initially only lightly encircled Akemi Homura's waist, but soon his fingers began to lightly caress her waist, with a hint of probing...

Homura Akemi swore that she would be a fool if she ever let Kusho into her room again!

Nothing happened that night. The next morning, sunlight streamed into the room through the pale purple curtains. Akemi Homura slowly opened her eyes, feeling the lingering warmth of Jiu Xiao beside her. She sat up abruptly and found that Jiu Xiao was no longer in bed; she was alone in the room.

She rubbed her throbbing temples, and recalling the events of last night, a blush crept onto her cheeks. She vowed never to let Jiuxiao step into this room again, but deep down, a flicker of doubt lingered in her heart.

Stepping out of the room, Akemi Homura saw Jiuxiao busy in the kitchen, with breakfast already laid out on the table. Hearing the noise, Jiuxiao turned around, still wearing that faint smile on his face.

"Awake? Come and have breakfast." Jiu Xiao's tone was relaxed and natural, as if nothing had happened last night.

Homura Akemi stood there, her heart filled with mixed emotions. She wanted to say something, but didn't know how to begin. In the end, she simply walked silently to the dining table and sat down.

Jiu Xiao pushed a cup of hot milk in front of her, then took out his phone and casually browsed through it. Soon, his brows furrowed.

It was a message from Madoka, sent last night. The content was about Sayaka Miki. At first, he didn't pay much attention, but the more he read, the more his brow furrowed. He hadn't even noticed when Homura Akemi greeted him as she left.

Time flew by, and during lunch break, Jiu Xiao messaged Xiao Yuan again to inquire about the details of Miki Sayaka. Xiao Yuan mentioned in the message that Sayaka still hadn't come to school today, and her phone was switched off, seemingly completely cut off from the outside world. Only then did Jiu Xiao take it seriously.

Arriving at Sayaka Miki's house, Jiuxiao didn't sense anything unusual. The house looked as usual, quiet and tidy, with several pairs of shoes neatly arranged on the shoe cabinet by the door, indicating that no one had left. Jiuxiao rang the doorbell, but after waiting a moment, there was still no response. He frowned, a vague unease creeping into his heart.

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Chapter 172 No, Mami-senpai, you've come at just the right time.

He had reason to suspect that Kyubey was up to something again. After all, Kyubey was always adept at manipulating people's minds. Especially hot-blooded idiots like Sayaka Miki, who could be easily manipulated with a little trickery.

Jiu Xiao clenched his fists, a cold glint in his eyes. He began searching the city for any trace of Miki Sayaka. He first went to places Sayaka frequented—coffee shops, bookstores, and parks near the school—but found no trace of her. As time passed, the unease in Jiu Xiao's heart grew stronger.

As dusk fell, Jiuxiao was passing by a construction site when he suddenly sensed something was amiss. There was a witch's barrier inside, and by the time he arrived, the battle was already over.

Miki Sayaka stood panting amidst the ruins, now dressed as a magical girl. However, she looked terrible; her arms and legs were covered in wounds, and her face was frighteningly pale. When Jiuxiao arrived, he saw Sayaka slowly sheathing her weapon, her body swaying slightly, as if she might collapse at any moment.

"Sayaka!" Jiuxiao rushed forward and supported her shoulder. "Are you alright? Why are you..."

Miki Sayaka looked up and saw that it was Jiuxiao. Her eyes began to dart away. But she quickly rallied, forced a smile, and said in a seemingly relaxed manner, "Ahaha, I'm fine, just a little tired. Well, just consider it a change in my state of mind. Don't let my appearance fool you, I'm actually quite capable."

Jiu Xiao carefully examined Miki Sayaka. Aside from being slightly different from the enthusiastic and cheerful girl he remembered, her eyes seemed to hold a hint of weariness and confusion. He noticed that the weapon she wielded after transforming wasn't a rapier, but rather the katana that Jiu Xiao often used, even down to the style. Paired with her knightly attire, it looked somewhat incongruous.

It wasn't that Jiu Xiao was narcissistic, but Miki Sayaka must have been influenced by him to choose this weapon. Jiu Xiao sighed; his efforts were ultimately in vain, and Miki Sayaka could never escape her fate of becoming a magical girl.

"You know, that's not what I meant. Can you tell me what happened?" Jiu Xiao looked at Miki Sayaka with a complicated expression, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness and concern. He could feel her body trembling slightly, clearly not as composed as she appeared.

As expected, Sayaka Miki remained silent for a moment, the light in her eyes gradually dimming. She lowered her head, her voice slightly hoarse: "I...I don't really know how to say it..."

As if she had found an outlet, Sayaka Miki poured out everything that had happened recently. Her voice was broken and intermittent, filled with an undisguised weariness and pain.

After hearing this, Jiu Xiao's fist hardened.

Besides Kyubey's instigation, Kyosuke Kamijou became the final straw that broke Sayaka Miki's back. He originally thought that healing Kyosuke Kamijou's arm would prevent Sayaka Miki from becoming a magical girl, but Kyubey was still one step ahead.

Jiuxiao was certain that Kamijou Kyosuke's car accident was not an accident, which gave him a sense of déjà vu. Car accident, accident, how similar it was to his senior's experience? From an outsider's perspective, it all seemed like a carefully designed trap.

"I'm sorry, Jiuxiao... I'm no longer human, because I'm dead and have become a 'zombie.' I can't accept myself like this. Although I've decided I'll never regret it, I feel deeply sorry for myself!" Miki Sayaka said, her emotions breaking down and tears streaming uncontrollably from her eyes.

She clutched Jiu Xiao's sleeve tightly, as if it were her only support, her voice trembling so much it was almost incoherent: "I...I don't want this...I don't want to become such a monster! But...but what can I do? I...I can't go back..."

Jiuxiao hadn't anticipated this. He hadn't expected that Miki Sayaka would still choose to become a magical girl, knowing the price she would have to pay. There was nothing he could do but gently pat her back, trying to offer her some comfort.

After thinking for a long time, Jiu Xiao finally spoke: "Deciding not to regret is a very contradictory statement. Whether you regret it or not is often beyond your control. When this feeling floods your heart, you can no longer stop it."

Furthermore, isn't your thinking too extreme? Whether it's your senior or Homura Akemi, they are magical girls just like you. Do you think they are monsters? Think about it from another perspective: becoming a magical girl allows you to stay young forever, possess superhuman strength, and even become the 'ally of justice' you've always longed for. Doesn't that seem like a great deal?

"Eternal youth? A champion of justice?" Sayaka Miki gave a bitter laugh, her voice hoarse and weary. "I... I've lost everything as a human being. My body, my soul, even my future, no longer belong to me. I... I feel like a puppet being manipulated, played with by fate."

My dreams, my beliefs, all seem so ridiculous now. I gave everything for a hypocrite, to help him get back on his feet. But... but now, I can't even save myself. What... what am I doing?

Jiu Xiao remained silent for a moment, looking at her with a complex expression. He reached out and gently wiped away the tears on her face, then continued, "It's never too late to mend your ways. Now, you can use this power for yourself. You can still be the 'ally of justice' you believe in, and you can still protect everything you cherish. But this time, you must live for yourself."

Miki Sayaka stood rooted to the spot, seemingly touched by Jiuxiao's words, her despair appearing to have lessened somewhat.

"Live for yourself..." Sayaka Miki repeated the phrase softly, as if pondering its meaning. After a moment, she raised her head, a resolute glint in her eyes. "Kyuu, perhaps you're right, but this body of mine can no longer allow me to fall in love like a normal person..."

“I don’t care,” Jiuxiao interrupted.

“I betrayed my own beliefs…” Sayaka Miki’s voice was low and confused, as if she were groping her way forward in the dark.

“I don’t care,” Jiu Xiao interrupted her again, deliberately being playful.

“I betrayed my beliefs, and even my identity as a human being. I... I don’t know if I can ever find my way again.”

"I don't......"

"Who asked you?" Sayaka Miki suddenly interrupted Jiuxiao, her tears turning into a smile. She looked up, as if she had regained some of her former vitality. She took a deep breath, put on a serious expression again, and said, "Jiuxiao, you're being really mean. I'm talking about such a heavy topic, and you've been making jokes the whole time."

"Is it my fault?" Jiu Xiao shrugged, feigning innocence, but a sly smile played on his lips. He deliberately pouted, pretending to be aggrieved, and said, "I just wanted to lighten things up a bit, who knew you'd take it so seriously. Besides, heavy topics need a lighthearted atmosphere to ease things, otherwise you'll just get stuck on them and sink deeper into them."