I don't want to fall in love when I come to the moon world

Everyone must be awake, right?

As she thought so, she quietly quickened her pace.

She could have stayed here, sat on the stone steps, quietly watched the shooting stars across the sky, and leisurely made a wish.

But as mentioned before, this was a spur of the moment decision.

She didn't know why she was going through so much trouble, but she just wanted to go there and take a look. Even if the meteors had already dispersed by the time she arrived there, she could still lean against the huge cherry tree and enjoy the view of Sora-machi tonight.

That would be wonderful.

She thought so.

No reason is needed, a whim is enough.

that's it.

She lifted up her skirt slightly. It wasn't long, but it was just a whim at the moment, just like the princess in the movie who lifted up her skirt.

That's cool, isn't it?

Under the cover of night, some people opened their windows and some left their warm homes.

On that familiar street, Karen hurried out the door with an excited expression like a little girl.

She pointed at the gorgeous sky with shooting stars streaking across it with the innocence of a child.

"Otto! Look! It's a shooting star!"

At the Satsuki-Tane family's house, Mikako sat on the edge of the room, watching the passing meteor leisurely.

Tonight...is beautiful.

"Right, Tsubaki."

She nodded slightly, but her eyes looked to her side.

The maid still maintained that stubborn look, but at this moment, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a smile.

The open window, the eyes facing each other.

Right next door, right in front of you.

As childhood sweethearts, they always have an inexplicable tacit understanding, just like the windows that are opened together and the eyes they look at each other at this moment.

"Xiao Zhi..."

She broke the moment of silence with a bright smile. "Chu Yuan."

The boy was the same, but his smile was the same as always, with a bit of naivety.

"Did you make a wish?"

"not yet..."

"Then come on! Come on, let's go outside!"

"Ok!"

The doors that were pushed open together were like the moment when the minute hand reached a certain number and the hour hand began to move accordingly.

He and she walked together and looked up at the sky where the shooting stars were streaking across.

At this moment, the girl, who was inspired, walked up the stone stairs and came to the cherry tree, and saw the falling meteor...

"Are you the one calling me, Miss Angel?"

"...?"

Twenty-seven, it's an angel! Icarus!

It is an early morning.

An ordinary day is like dust floating in the air. Some people know it, while others are unaware of it. But no matter which one, no one will pay special attention to its existence.

And the morning of this day was like every morning in the past.

The warm sunlight penetrated the thin curtains and slightly illuminated the girl's dim room.

The cell phone on the bedside table vibrated slightly, emitting pleasant music.

But as the white arm stretched out, it soon stopped moving and fell on the tatami under the cabinet with a flutter.

The girl in purple slowly opened her eyes. Yesterday’s fatigue made today’s awakening seem a little heavy.

But... the alarm clock is so noisy...

But this doesn't seem to matter?

When I opened my eyes, what I saw was not the familiar ceiling or the familiar computer desk, but a snow-white scene.

After a moment of confusion, he subconsciously wanted to reach out his hand, but was pressed down by something soft.

The nostrils twitched slightly and I breathed subconsciously, but what flowed into my nostrils was a faint scent of milk.

Like... the smell of mom?

Wait! That's not a dream!

Zi Yi opened her eyes slightly, and the memories of yesterday flooded into her mind like a swarm of bees.

It really wasn’t a dream, but... fate?

Yes, destiny.

She didn't know why she thought so, but it was like a sudden impulse yesterday when she saw the angel from the shooting star in the big hole under the cherry tree.

Although she didn't understand why the angel was dressed so solemnly, when she first met her, she was tied with many chains.

But she seemed to have become the master of the angel, like the protagonist in a comic, and she was right beside her, being held tightly in her arms like a pillow...

She tried hard to open her eyes, and her blurry vision gradually became clear.

She kept blinking her eyes, trying to see more clearly.

She had never been so impatient as she was at this moment.

She wanted to see the angel more clearly, instead of the vague memory she had now...

The night before seemed very beautiful. She and the angel sat under the cherry tree and seemed to have talked a lot, but it seemed that she was the only one who was talking and she was the only one who was listening...

Is it really?

Memories emerged in my mind, but I don’t know why. I clearly know something, but some of the images are so blurry.

She wanted to say something with her lips slightly opened, but her soft lips were squeezed by the even softer fullness.

Hmm! Is this the legendary facial cleanser?

This feeling of oppression is even stronger than Mikako!

"Owner?"

The ethereal words were tinged with doubt, and as the body swayed gently, the collision of the chains and the tatami made a crisp sound.

"Owner?"

The words rang out again, still as ethereal as before, but the doubt in them was a bit weird.

The vision gradually became clear, and the flawless whiteness became extremely clear.

It is so pink and so tempting...

The small cherry-red dots were faintly visible under the revealing and astringent outfit, exuding a seductive aura.

She closed her mouth with her lips slightly parted, but opened it again at this moment.

She tried to breathe, but her nose was gently blocked by the plump soft flesh.

She seemed to be lying on top of him, from his arms, from a pillow to another person hugging her. And she seemed to realize something at this moment, slightly supporting her body, and the heavy chain fell on her with her voice.

Zi Yi could feel the weight of the metal even through the quilt and the thin pajamas.

It was also at this time that she saw her face clearly, her angel, and remembered her name, as well as most of last night.

The spread light pink wings wrapped around her body, and she woke up from her coma...and seemed to kiss herself?

Then, starting from the chain around her neck, a chain was wrapped around her wrists, and a contract, or connection, was born...

Ikaros, that was her name.

Just like Ikaros who pursued the sky and freedom, it’s the same name, but not the same person.

She reached out her hand and gently stroked her face, which was as delicate as porcelain. Her eyes reflected the green eyes, and she saw the data flashing in those eyes.

Machine angel?

She thought of another comic that, although not a serious work, was undoubtedly an excellent collection of illustrations.

There is also a beautiful robot in that comic world, and she is also like an angel.

Although it is an unorthodox story, I have to say that the author's painting skills are really good, and it is really astringent...

And at this moment, everything that happened in front of her had a subtle sense of déjà vu...

"Ikaros?" She whispered the other person's name. This time, she saw the data flashing in his eyes, the swaying fullness of his body, the slightly swaying pink short hair, and under the short hair, a device that looked like some kind of signal receiver.

Are they ears, or...decorations?

"Master, do you have any orders?"

There was no expression on her face and her words were so plain, but for some reason, she could always feel the emotion of sincerity from that ethereal and gentle voice.

"Can you introduce yourself?"

She spoke slowly, still holding her outstretched hand, and gently stroked Ikaros's cheek, which was as delicate and gentle as porcelain.

Ikaros feels...really good!

She thought about last night, when she came home in a daze, and seemed to hold Ikaros in her arms, and then...

She had a wonderful dream, as if she was in soft clouds. Looking at the blue sky and the warm sun, she closed her eyes and fell asleep in her dream.

Ikaros...really is like an angel.

The eyes flickered slightly, and green data streams flowed through those eyes that seemed a little dull.

"Entertainment Universal Angel α, Ikaros."

"Ugh?"

Zi Yi opened her eyes slightly, then blinked hard.

Universal Angel for entertainment?

Is this supposed to be a product type?

But why is it so strange!?

Also, it matches the comics exactly!

Is Ikaros going to do like in the comics and push me, the master of the contract, into the corner and to the ground?

That kind of thing...

She bit her lips subconsciously, and her face, which was originally slightly red, now turned bright red.

At this moment, Ikaros suddenly came closer, and his delicate face, like porcelain, was within reach.

I don't know if it's because he's a robot, but Ikaros doesn't breathe, but Ziyi can still feel it. Ikaros's body is pressed against her, and it's even fuller and softer than Mikako's...

This feeling... was like the first time she smelled a cigarette, but this time, she didn't hate it, she just felt like she was floating in the air.

His vision became blurry again, and his purple pupils became even more blurred.

Her heart was beating, but it was no longer straight up and down. It seemed to be swaying from side to side.

If it was Ikaros...

It seems that it is not impossible!

"Master, your temperature is so high..."

She grabbed her wrist, and the softness of her body pressed against hers brought even more oppression.

Coming?