"Sigh~" In the narrow alley, a girl walked alone in the dim light, muttering cute little things to herself. She looked around, the damp, cla
In the narrow alley, a girl walked alone in the dim light, muttering cute little things to herself. She looked around, the damp, claustrophobic air accompanying her, her moist eyes scanning every corner, wanting to find something. Until a certain plump creature elegantly appeared before her, Millie's steps finally came to a halt.
"Ah, kitty, you're really here!"
As soon as she saw it, Millie quickly walked in front of the cat, squatted down, and then strenuously picked it up. Watching the big orange cat elegantly eat the meat off the skewer, piece by piece, Millie's conflicted expression returned to her face.
"Kitty. Listen to me for a moment." Speaking to the orange cat, Millie sighed. "What should I do? I feel like my willpower isn't very strong..." The cat didn't pay much attention to her, still munching on the meat on its own.
"I had already made up my mind before... I absolutely had to be the wingman for my best friend and Alain." For this, she sighed. She stroked the cat's thick fur.
"In the end, I ended up enjoying it myself."
She recalled the goal she had set before the date: to get Alain into the mood for a date with Misha, and also to rehearse the confession. However, Millie felt that she had more fun than Alain, the person involved.
"Mainly... that player is too good with words." She vaguely remembered the words only Alain could say, her own lips faintly repeating them: That guy, as always, kept saying he and I were bros. In the end... when it came to the date, he completely treated me as his partner.
Actually, midway through the date, Millie had noticed something was amiss: because places like the mall and the arcade were places she herself liked to go. Alain had turned the simulated date into an exclusive date with her, Millie. Even the "perfect Ferris wheel" plan she had meticulously prepared for Alain and Miluo became Alain's bugle call to attack her.
"At that time… I almost agreed." If on the Ferris wheel, Alain had said some other confession-like words, such as "I like you," "Please go out with me," Millie was confident she could have brushed it off. Relying, naturally, on her sense of humor and ability to adapt to situations.
"'Bro, you smell so good'... what kind of confession is that?"
At that time, she really was just a hair's breadth away from being dominated by her little sister's thoughts. That "you smell good too" almost slipped out. If Alain had pressed his advantage, the consequences would have been unimaginable. What if, during the simulated date prepared for Misha, she was accidentally conquered by Alain... that would be simply more unbearable than killing her.
The word "bro"... indeed, was a good way to keep a distance from Alain. But this "word" was two-sided. Alain really liked to call her that; she also liked to call Alain that. Because this word, indeed...
"Sigh..." Millie stroked the cat's messy fur.
Thinking carefully, at the end on the rooftop, she had almost half-heartedly confessed. Fortunately, she came to her senses at the last moment and wasn't led by the nose by Alain. By the way, Alain had said that if she accepted his confession at home tonight, he would kiss her mouth swollen.
"A swollen mouth?" Millie caressed her lips. To be honest, any girl would hope to be able to kiss the person they like. But, just after confessing to her best friend, he then confessed to her, Millie. Isn't that strange? Sure enough, tonight... her own willpower had to be a bit firmer. Mm, that's right.
The girl's thoughts reached this point, her small hand, which was stroking the cat, was slightly stained with scattered cat fur.
"Aiya, that tickles." Brushing off the cat fur, the hair, following the air, fell onto the shadow on the ground. Millie thoughtfully looked at the shadow on the ground. By the way, isn't this shadow a bit too long? The girl looked ahead; the jet-black shadow that was originally just a wisp nearly enveloped the entire dimness.
Someone's here. This was Millie's first answer. This alley, although sparsely populated, wasn't to the point of being deserted. After all.... Millie glanced at the cat on the ground, chewing the last piece of roasted meat. For a stray cat to be fed so fat, many kind-hearted people must pass through here.
"Excuse me, am I blocking your way? I'll move right away." The girl politely held the orange cat and moved away from the middle of the road. But after she spoke, the expected reply did not come.
"Hiss, hiss," it moved towards Millie with stiff steps. At the same time, far from the soft-soled "thud" sound, it was the sound of a hard object colliding as it stepped on the ground. Millie curiously turned her head and saw, behind her, submerged in the light... The Failure.
After coming to this conclusion on the phone, Alain rushed towards his home at his fastest speed. Thinking carefully, since he left home, he had only taken one road with Millie. Then, if Millie wanted to go home, she would inevitably follow that road. Thus...
Alain first passed by the small amusement park where the Ferris wheel was. Strange, strange things— Alain thought of the Purple Mood and his inner book.
He headed to the next location: the mall. He quickly walked into the mall. At past eight o'clock was precisely when there were more young people. Apart from the "chatter of conversation," he didn't hear the slightest sound of fighting.
Her strength isn't enough to be insta-killed. But my dear is both a commander and a decent warrior. It's not strange for her to repel the Failure. Millie, this homebody, probably can't do it. Because he had seen last time, on his bro's little belly, that bit of delicious flesh.
Hmm... smelling better and better, that girl. I really want to take a sniff of her belly...
No! Important business, important business! Alain gave himself a slap, then went inside the mall. He checked the merchandise shelves at his fastest speed; just as Misha said, they were in disarray. Alain had originally wanted to find a handy baseball bat, but was attracted by a large object in the corner.
When he, carrying the heavy packaging, was running on the road home. He finally arrived at the last location: the dark alley. Here, Alain vaguely heard a bit of impact sounds. His face darkened, and he hurriedly tore open the weapon's packaging, then rushed over.
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