Both of their limbs and mouths were tightly bound by ropes. Forget moving, they couldn't even utter a sound.
"Mmph! Mmph mmph!!!" The moment Alain's eyes met Millie's, she looked at him with tear-filled eyes, biting down hard on the rope in her mouth, her eyes brimming with grievance. Bro in bondage... so hot. It made Alain want to take liberties. Better not, the 'bad woman' is here. Who knows if there'll be a chance later...
He averted his gaze, looking at Little Mita.
"Mmph, mmph." The girl appeared unusually calm at this moment, or perhaps, perplexed. She was mimicking Millie's plea for help with a deadpan expression.
"...You, why did you tie them up?" As soon as the question was out, Alain knew he'd asked a stupid one. Crazy Mita not killing them while he was away was already an act of mercy. Besides, right now, she was only restraining their movements.
But his Honey's reply was also quite unexpected: She cast an unkind glance towards Millie. "That hat doll is very noisy. After you fainted, she was so scared she just kept crying over there."
"Mmph mmph mmph!!!" Millie's "mmphing" instantly grew louder, her face turning bright red, almost steaming.
Crazy Mita rubbed her ears, then turned her gaze to Little Mita.
"?!" The girl's body tensed for a moment. Realizing she was about to be exposed, her cheeks flushed crimson, and she looked pleadingly at Crazy Mita. But his Honey wasn't the type to pity a damsel in distress.
"As for that little doll. She wanted to sneak a kiss while you were sleeping earlier. Luckily, I stopped her." The girl then thoughtfully stroked her chin, "My inspiration for artificial respiration came from her, you know."
"..." Little Mita's eyes went dead. She hung her head, even her usual "mmph, mmph..." sounding weak. Then, she lifted her innocent, large eyes and looked at Alain.
Alain met that pure gaze, like that of a young animal, and instantly refuted Crazy Mita's words. "Impossible. That child is very well-behaved; she wouldn't do something like taking advantage of someone's situation."
"? ? ?" The low-ponytail girl looked at Little Mita in disbelief for a moment, then turned her gaze back to Alain. As if to say: How did you reach that conclusion?
As for the look of triumph in Little Mita's eyes, it also reached Crazy Mita. She sensed trouble. This child made her feel a sense of crisis. Crazy Mita narrowed her eyes. If she let this child stay by Alain's side, she would definitely, with her innocent and cute appearance, imperceptibly do some unspeakable things to Alain. By then... with a little push and pull, Alain would fall for it. No! It should be that her own precious happiness and sexual happiness for the rest of her life would be gone.
"So strange..." Little Mita and Crazy Mita exchanged a brief look, a strange meaning seeming to extend between them. Even the experienced Alain couldn't figure it out.
"Speaking of which, you actually didn't do anything to them?" This was what puzzled Alain.
"You want me to kill them?" Crazy Mita seemed to be looking for something, her gaze constantly flicking to various corners of the floor.
"There's no need for that."
"Can you tell me why?" Alain wanted to stand up, but the girl supported his body. After getting up, the pain wracking his body almost made him cry out. Too damn painful...
"You can lean on me." Seeing Alain in this state, Crazy Mita also felt very distressed. She took Alain's arm and supported him.
"The reason for not killing them is simple." The girl patted Alain's back and continued, "Because, they pose no threat to me."
"...?" While Alain was puzzled, Crazy Mita leaned in and kissed him passionately. He felt the lingering tenderness, couldn't help but close his eyes, and wholeheartedly enjoyed it. And Crazy Mita glanced at the two trussed-up figures over there: their expressions were a mixture of indignation and pallor. That's right... Posing no threat means that my relationship with Alain is always in the leading position. Besides, I can also see the defeated-dog look in these dolls' eyes. Hmph hmph~ So delightful, so delightful!
If she killed them, she wouldn't have anyone to show off her relationship with Alain to later, which would be no fun. What Crazy Mita hoped for was a sense of victory in front of the Mitas—that is, the dolls. Isn't it great? The player you all fancy is mine; his eyes are only for me. Coupled with the love between me and Alain... Aah! It'll definitely get wet~
"..." The girl broke off her attack. With a tap of her heel, the baseball bat swung in a few circles and returned to Crazy Mita's hand.
"Darling, I suddenly had a change of heart." She snapped her fingers, the ropes loosened, and Millie instantly pulled herself free from the ropes beside her, then led Little Mita back to Alain's side.
"That hat doll, you can have her. Consider it returning her to you. You should bring her into the game world more often in the future~" Millie hid behind Alain, silently gripping the game controller. Why does it feel... like Crazy Mita's last sentence was strange? As if it didn't matter whether she was there or not.
And Alain, protecting Millie and Little Mita behind him, sensed a slight chill.
"What do you mean? Millie is mine, so..." His gaze fell on Little Mita. Only then did he realize that all the wounds on Little Mita's body had completely healed.
"!" Alain came to an answer: After version permissions were returned to Little Mita, her recovery ability came back. The broken arm, the single eye, the scars no longer existed; this was Little Mita's true appearance. When she lifted her face, her eyelashes fluttered, shedding the arc of cherry blossoms, the tip of her nose adorned with the dewy curve of freshly fallen snow.
"This child is too cute, it makes one a little jealous," Crazy Mita observed, helplessly. "So, keeping her by Darling's side really gives me a sense of crisis." She waved her baseball bat, and Little Mita, as if a small goldfish startled by a spring breeze, had her eyebrows twitching uneasily. "But don't worry, I won't kill her. Wouldn't Darling get angry then? Hmm~ Let's just keep her around then?"
"!" Alain, who hadn't spoken all this time, had an idea. He definitely wouldn't let Little Mita follow the 'bad woman.' Those days... would be too bitter.
"..." In Crazy Mita's gaze, Alain chewed on that word, arousing her vigilance.
"Darling, don't you try that on me again. Isn't it just asserting ownership or something? I'm tired of hearing—"
"Don't you also think this child looks a lot like our daughter?"
"!" Alain's words almost made Crazy Mita's composed smile freeze. The three people present, upon hearing this, simultaneously cast incredulous gazes upon Alain.
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