Soyo nodded. She had indeed been thinking of taking a bath before bed.
Although her body had just been magically cleaned and had no strange smell, soaking in a warm bath would give a refreshing and renewed feeling.
Wakaba Mutsumi had the same thought. To save time, she decided to bathe together with Soyo.
The bathtub was spacious enough for two girls, more than enough.
However...
After undressing completely and facing the naked brown-haired girl before her, Wakaba Mutsumi still fell silent.
An indescribable sense of defeat swept through her.
Even though they were close in age, Soyo's figure... was just too unfair.
She had heard that boys preferred girls who were a bit more well-endowed.
Mutsumi lowered her head, looking at her own chest that could only be described as barely a handful.
'Onii-chan... is it the same for him?'
[An Hour Later]
The girls who had finally finished their bath returned to the bedroom, changed into pajamas, and wished each other good night.
Strictly speaking, this was Soyo's first time sleeping with Mutsumi.
Back when CRYCHIC hadn't disbanded, although the band occasionally had group activities, they usually just sang karaoke or had afternoon tea together, and everyone went home afterward, there was never a sleepover.
Though it was a novel experience, for Nagasaki Soyo... she still really wanted to sleep cuddling with her boyfriend.
The earlier "sneaky intimacy" not only failed to quell the fire in her heart, it actually fanned the flames even further.
Like a 1v3 final circle in a game, right after taking out two enemies, the computer suddenly crashes.
Or the power goes out at home, and a desperate pilot is forced to cancel the flight.
That kind of feeling, being stopped at the climax, could only be relieved by fully venting it out.
Time ticked by, and it was now 2:30 in the morning.
In the pitch darkness where one couldn't see their hand in front of them, Nagasaki Soyo opened her eyes.
The breathing beside her was soft and even, like a breeze brushing over a lake.
No lights were on in the room, and the curtains were drawn, but the boundless darkness couldn't affect her vision.
Soyo could clearly see the peaceful and beautiful sleeping face of the girl beside her. The light green long hair spread across the pillow, gently rising and falling with her breath, like a budding lotus waiting for spring's awakening.
"Mutsumi?"
The whisper was barely audible as it echoed in the room, but it never woke the sleeping girl.
Nagasaki Soyo let out a sigh of relief, gently lifted the blanket, and cautiously got out of bed, her movements light like a female agent sneaking into enemy territory.
Worried that her footsteps would make noise, she didn't wear shoes, stepping barefoot on the cold floor without making a sound.
'Good, just like that!'
Keeping a cautious posture, Soyo slowly reached the door, quietly and slowly opened it, then carefully closed it again.
With a soft "click," the room returned to silence.
At the same time
A pair of golden eyes slowly opened.
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Chapter 161: Shocking Mortis for a Hundred Years
"Tonight's moonlight is just right."
The pitch-black room had no lights on, yet it wasn't dark. Pale moonlight poured down like a silvery waterfall, spreading a layer of fine frost-like silver over the floor.
Kaito stood in front of the window sill, his palm full of fine, fragmented moonlight, like silk or threads, gradually condensing into a lustrous round pearl.
Whether it's the vampires and werewolves of Western legends, or the mountain and forest spirits of Eastern folklore, it seems there's always a trope of becoming stronger through moonlight.
Unlike the blazing sunlight, its effect is gentler, and it has a nourishing effect on most living beings.
Of course, that being said, it doesn't mean one can be reborn just by basking in moonlight.
To truly use the power of moonlight, special techniques are needed, collecting moonlight that falls directly from the heart of the sky and condensing it into a bead-like shape, thus forming the essence of moonlight.
This method isn't too difficult, just a bit tedious. Hence, it's not widely practiced in the cultivation world, and few people study it deeply.
After all, for most cultivators, if they have spare time, they'd rather absorb more spiritual energy. The effect isn't much different and it skips the trouble of crafting.
But in this world, where spiritual energy is scarce, the advantage of moonlight essence stands out.
It can be used not only for cultivation but also as a material for refining Mortis's physical body, killing two birds with one stone.
If there's only one flaw... it's probably that the energy within moonlight is too limited, so the condensed essence isn't of high quality, just barely usable.
Shaking his head, Kaito stopped thinking about it, ended today's collection, flipped his hand and stored the pearl, intending to rest.
But at that moment, the doorknob in the distance turned slightly.
Then, a girl tiptoed inside.
"Soyo?", He raised an eyebrow, a little puzzled, "Coming to see me this late, is something the matter?"
The brown-haired girl's pretty face flushed slightly, but she didn't answer. Instead, she looked a bit embarrassed, lowering her head, hiding her hands behind her back, and drawing circles with her toes.
Earlier, she had been eager and impatient, but now that she stood in front of Kaito, she was too embarrassed to speak.
She couldn't very well say that because she still wasn't satisfied earlier, she left Mutsumi behind and secretly came to find him, right?
Although... that was exactly the case but what if she was mistaken for a lewd girl?
Well, maybe she was a lewd girl but some things, if spoken aloud, would be too shameful.
After all, the girl's face was still thin-skinned. If it had been a certain unnamed long-time vegetarian lady, she clearly wouldn't have had such concerns.
After a long bout of stammering, Nagasaki Soyo finally whispered like a mosquito, "I couldn't sleep, so I came to chat with you for a while"
Kaito was silent for two seconds.
'I'd like to believe you really came just to chat but before we go further, could you please put away the hearts in your eyes?'
It's not that he hated this kind of thing. It just left him a little helpless.
"Does Mutsumi know?"
Nagasaki Soyo gently shook her head, then said with a bit of guilt, "When I got up, I moved very carefully. I didn't wake Mutsumi."
Kaito extended his spiritual sense, and it was true.
The girl with light green hair was still quietly lying in the next room, sleeping in a very obedient posture.
But before he could glance twice more, Soyo, her face already red, gently took his hand, then turned her head away in silence.
She was already being so proactive. The rest, naturally, would flow like water.
[Meanwhile, Mutsumi's Room]
["Mutsumi, Mutsumi, what are you hesitating for!"]
In her mind, Mortis was anxiously spinning in circle, ["Soyo suddenly got up in the middle of the night, and even deliberately kept it from you. She's definitely up to something! Hurry and follow her to see what she's doing!"]
As a sub-personality, she didn't need rest. Even in the space of consciousness, she could still sense nearby events within a certain range.
So the moment Soyo got up, Mortis noticed her movement.
At first, she thought it was just to use the bathroom, nothing major, but then Soyo softly called Mutsumi's name once.
That suspicious move immediately made Mortis alert. She hurried to wake Mutsumi and egged her on to follow.
"Soyo maybe she just got up to use the bathroom."
Wakaba Mutsumi was silent for a moment, then gently said, "She'll be back soon."
Mortis was half mad with anger.
["You're just too nave, Mutsumi!"]
Even with the truth right in front of her, she still tried to make excuses for Soyo?
'Main personality, you idiot'
Mortis stomped a few times in frustration, then finally calmed down and suddenly said with interest, ["If that's the case, how about we make a bet?"]
Wakaba Mutsumi: "?"
The green-haired girl hesitated for a moment, "What do you want to bet on?"
["The bet is simple."]
Mortis seemed to give a soft "hmph" in the mind, ["If Soyo still hasn't returned in half an hour, I get to take control of the body and go see what's going on."]
"What if Soyo comes back?"
["Then it's simple too."]
Mortis answered without hesitation, ["Until my onii-chan creates a new body for me, I won't interfere with any of your decisions again. I'll follow your lead completely, how about it?"]
Wakaba Mutsumi didn't speak for a long time.
Just as Mortis was about to assume she had refused, a barely audible "okay" finally sounded in the quiet room.
'Hmph, no matter how naive Mutsumi is, this time, the bet is mine to win!'
'I'll be the one to strike and shatter your pitiful fantasy.'
It was now 2:45 AM. The clock's hands ticked second by second.
Wakaba Mutsumi had never realized that time could be such a slow thing.
Clearly only ten minutes had passed, but it felt like a whole decade.
The door remained quiet, not a sound of the handle turning.
Fifteen minutes.
Still no change.
Finally
When the time on the screen reached 3:15 AM, Soyo still hadn't returned.
["Well?"]
Having won the bet, Mortis was clearly very pleased, ["Now do you believe me?"]
If it were really just going to the bathroom, there's no way it would take this long.
Faced with this ironclad truth, Wakaba Mutsumi could only remain silent, and accept the loss.
At last, she gave up control of the body.
Mortis had no time to gloat. She jumped out of bed, didn't even put on shoes, and dashed "thump thump thump" to her onii-chan's bedroom door.
She had been curious about what was inside for a long time, but now standing in front of this thin door, she suddenly felt a sense of retreat.
'No, I can't give up like this!'
Mortis lightly patted her chest, gathered her courage, and slightly twisted the tightly closed door open into a narrow crack.
The girl's breathing quickened slightly, then abruptly stopped.
Soft, suppressed moans, faint, but present, floated from within the bedroom.
She leaned in closer, and her golden eyes turned a little dazed.
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Chapter 162: Mutsumi Doesnt Like Fighting Over Things, But Hates Even More Not Being Able to Win Them
The moonlight was like water, illuminating the dust.
A girl with light green long hair crouched in the corner by the crack of the door, blankly staring at everything happening inside the room, not speaking for a long time.
A suppressed low moan echoed in the dim bedroom, like weeping, like pleading, like resentment, like longing.
'It is Soyo's voice.'
'She... Is crying?'
'Onii-chan is holding her in his arms, as if comforting her.'
'The two of them are pressed tightly together, in an extremely intimate posture.'
More details couldn't be clearly seen due to the distance and lighting.
But the truth was already very clear.
Although there had long been such suspicions, and it was even planned to use this opportunity to make Mutsumi completely discard her illusions and recognize reality
But, when actually witnessing this scene...
Mortis gently pressed her chest, her heart felt like it was being tightly squeezed by a pair of invisible big hands, making it hard to breathe.
From beginning to end, she had overlooked one thing.
To personally witness the cruel truth was just as much a heavy blow to herself.
So, should she rush in to stop them?
But even if she rushed in, what could she say?
Ask Soyo to get off of Onii-chan?
No, no matter how you say it, that kind of thing would be way too weird.
Since she couldn't rush in, then... she couldn't just stay outside the door listening, could she?
Mortis felt a kind of helpless panic, her brain buzzing, completely unsure of what to do next.
After spacing out for a while longer, her pretty face flushed red, and as her eyes started to swirl with circles, the girl suddenly clenched her silver teeth, sinking her consciousness into the depths of her mind.
[Mutsumi! Mutsumi! I-I-I-I... I suddenly remembered I still have something I forgot to do! I'll leave the body to you, good night!]
When faced with trouble, throw it to someone else.
'Please, other me!'
Wakaba Mutsumi: "..."
Even though she had regained control of her body, at this moment, she couldn't feel happy at all.
Mortis had already hidden deep within the space of consciousness, surrounded by fluffy plush toys, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand, clearly having made up her mind to escape and not appear again, at least for the time being.
'So, this mess now fell into my hands.'
But this kind of thing had clearly already exceeded Mutsumi's capabilities.
The suppressed dull sounds in the room echoed again, vaguely mixed with Soyo's drunken dream-like muttering, signaling that the flames of war had entered a new stage.
Wakaba Mutsumi lightly bit her lip, and the sourness in her heart surged like a flood, endlessly flowing.
She was not an innocent girl completely ignorant of such matters.
Thanks to thorough s*x education, even if she had never eaten pork, she understood the process.
So, to witness with her own eyes her good friend and her most important Onii-chan intertwined together, doing the most intimate things.
That sense of powerlessness, sourness, and pain, such complex emotions tangled together was like a heavy hammer falling on the girl's heart.
So sad.
And... so unwilling.
The former Mutsumi always told herself that as long as she could stay by her brother's side and have a tiny, insignificant place, she would be completely satisfied.
But when the cruel truth was laid out before her eyes, she still couldn't help but feel a strong sense of loss, and a faint, almost imperceptible jealousy.
Mortis said that one day, she would regret stopping at the position of a younger sister.
And now...
