Ruan Mei begged me to go back? I can't go back anymore

——"Little pervert."

"..."

At first the boy didn't understand why the woman called him that.

Until he saw his naked body wrapped in holy light beneath his flat belly.

Pure beauty - was the boy's first reaction to his body.

Although it sounds a bit narcissistic to say this.

But in fact, that was also Kafka's first impression of him.

Could this be Silver Wolf’s prank?

I called myself a...interstellar little male pet?

Otherwise, Kafka couldn't understand how such a handsome young man could pass through the heavy blockades and come to this planet used as a supply base by the Star Core Hunters without the help of an insider.

Arriving at the base, the snow was falling on the snowy ground.

And she was naked, with no weapons except for her incredible beauty.

If the boy couldn't give her a reasonable explanation.

Kafka didn't mind being the boy's mourner at all.

Finally, she would place a bouquet of daisies on his tombstone.

The flower language of daisy is the beauty of innocence and purity.

But the next moment, Kafka didn't need to do anything.

The young man actually raised his slender arms, and wrapped his long fingers around the cold gun barrel, exerting a little force and moving it downward to the position where it was aimed.

Until it reached his lips.

Then he closed his eyes and opened his lips without any reluctance.

He gently held the woman's gun muzzle in his mouth.

Kafka: "..."

Seeing this scene, a very faint, almost pathological blush seemed to appear on the woman's cheeks.

She was speechless for a long time.

The boy realized that Kafka had no intention of shooting, so he opened his eyes again and looked at her with a soft and puzzled look.

In desperation, he had to try to pull the trigger in Kafka's hand himself.

But at this moment, Kafka squeezed the boy's wrist with her other hand, then retracted the gun, muttering to herself.

"...I thought Ren was already in enough trouble."

"Whose general is this?"

Not as cold and crazy as A Ren.

But the deep despair in his eyes could not be faked.

He is a human boy who obviously does not necessarily possess A Ren's cursed immortality.

But he is just as persistent in seeking death.

It seems that only in this way can one be freed from endless pain...

The woman smiled and held her forehead.

"Could it be that our Star Core Hunter organization has been treated as a shelter for troubled teenagers?"

"One by one, it makes people worry."

But Kafka seemed to have forgotten.

She herself is definitely an upgraded version of a problem girl, a problem older sister.

"Why... don't you kill me?"

Kafka did not first lock the boy up in a dark basement for interrogation.

Instead, the boy asked her that question, his voice clear and ethereal, like broken jade.

Children who don't behave themselves deserve to have their hair messed up.

The boy was confused.

Instead of getting the "death" he wanted, his snow-white hair was messed up.

But at the same time, the warmth from the woman's palm was transmitted to his neural network through his cortex, which was dozens or hundreds of times more sensitive than that of an ordinary person.

It allowed him to briefly experience the feeling called "happiness".

It's almost like...

In the young man's dull pupils and the endless despair, there rose a very faint and tiny flame that still refused to go out.

"Will you come with me, little one?"

Kafka's palm stroked down the boy's beautiful face, gently pinched his delicate little face, and asked teasingly.

"..."

The boy did not respond.

But he told Kafka the answer with his actions.

Kafka turned and walked towards the castle-style cottage with a warm charcoal fire burning in the fireplace.

Leaving behind a trail of elegant women's leather boot prints.

The boy followed behind her, stumbling along, like a child who had just learned to walk.

Leaving behind another set of messy little footprints.

It's like picking up an abandoned puppy or a treasure.

Are those who abandon him fools?

Kafka thought with a smile.

I feel inexplicably happy.

………………

Unnamed planet, Star Core Hunter Supply Base Hut.

On the sofa in front of an antique fireplace with crackling wood burning, creating a winter atmosphere.

Kafka smiled and put her arms around the boy's straight waist, letting him kneel on her legs and look down at her.

Fortunately, the boy was wearing a set of Silver Wolf's neutral pajamas, so he didn't have to remain naked as before.

Fortunately, she was the only one staying in the Star Core Hunter Base. Otherwise, if Silver Wolf and Blade saw this scene...

It’s unimaginable.

The impact on young people is immeasurable.

But this has absolutely nothing to do with Kafka.

Well... maybe a little bit.

She sat upright on the sofa and hooked her finger at the boy who had been standing there blankly, staring at her deeply.

Who would have thought that the boy was as obedient as a dog...

Maybe I'm not that obedient.

Because he doesn't understand the sense of distance and doesn't know the limits.

He climbed directly onto Kafka, his small hands tightly grasping the corner of her shirt.

"Name."

"..."

"No? Don't count on my naming skills."

"You probably don't want to be called 'cat or dog', do you?"

"Creation."

In a hazy memory, the boy discovered this name with a broken heart.

"Morning mist?"

"It's a nice name."

Just like a teenager, the morning mist seemed to disappear as soon as the sunlight shines down.

But perhaps what he longed for was just that kind of light warmth.

For that warmth, he was willing to disappear like the morning mist.

"So early in the morning, mist, tell me, why did you come here?"

Unexpectedly, Kafka had no intention of using the "Word Spirit Technique" on Hayami.

But the boy's answer made Kafka's cunning smile freeze slightly.

He called out—"Mom."

Chapter 3: Kafka plays big in private

Kafka didn't know what fear was, but now for the first time she felt the emotion called confusion.

Just because I heard that title from the boy's mouth - "Mom."

Every woman has dreamed of the day when she becomes a mother.

Kafka is no exception.

However, that fantasy was only fulfilled briefly. As a former "demon hunter", she did not feel that she was qualified to be a mother.

Because the only ones who can hunt demons are stronger demons.

"Little boy, if you keep joking, I will be angry~"

When she said this, there was still a smile in her eyes, but it was so cold that it made people feel scared.

Perhaps the morning mist touched upon that chill.

He was kneeling on Kafka's legs and trembling slightly, his fingertips pinching the woman's white shirt tighter.

But he wasn't joking, nor was he lying.

Hayami didn't understand why she was here.

Forgot how I was born.

I can't even recall any memories of the past.

The only meaning of life he could find that allowed him to continue existing.

All that's left is...

"...I want to find a mother who truly loves me."

Even though every time he shouted out this word, there seemed to be endless pain and sadness that he had to fight desperately against.

But the boy still pursued her stubbornly.

Like a kite runner.

Kafka's pupils flickered, and the thorns in them broke off one by one.

It turned out to be like this...

An abandoned child?

How much injustice must one have suffered to have such a fragile, porcelain-like voice.

As if it could be easily broken, made hoarse, and cried softly.

Kafka couldn't help but admit that she felt sympathy for Hayami.