Tokyo, there are too many defeated magical girls.

"That's three thousand yen."

"……what?"

This price was clearly beyond Kimishima Aoi's budget, and she felt ripped off.

But once you've said something, you have no choice but to bite the bullet and do it.

She gritted her teeth, opened her wallet, and took out three of the five thousand-yuan bills she had, placing them on the money box.

He then stood up and prepared to leave.

But after taking only two steps, he stopped without warning and turned around.

A sharp, piercing gaze shot towards her, making Rinko Mizushiro tremble all over, thinking she had been discovered.

Why does your face look a little pale?

"Uh... I'm tired."

"Then let's close up shop early and go take a break."

After calmly giving his instructions, Kimishima Aoi pulled open the wooden door of the Kirou Izakaya.

I walked out alone into the cold rain and wind.

"Hiss... Hiss... Hiss..."

Once she was sure she was really far away, Rinko Mizushiro could no longer hold back. She leaned on the counter, panting heavily.

Beneath the apron, every inch of her soft skin was dripping with hot sweat in an extremely indecent manner.

It flowed onto the old floor of the izakaya, like oil that had been accidentally spilled, making a complete mess.

Even so, she wasn't the most disheveled person at the Kyouya izakaya.

"Oh my god, that scared me to death!"

The little succubus, who had been hiding under the counter, crawled out with lingering fear, looking around like a startled quail.

After confirming it was safe, she poked Lin Chun, who was still lying in the same spot, with her soft toes.

"Come out, boss, Blood Cherry's already gone... Boss???"

Although her toes poked Lin Chun's body, she received no response for a long time, and Lillian looked down blankly.

As a result, they were frightened a second time.

"Boss?! Boss, what's wrong? Don't scare me!"

At that moment, the panic she displayed was indeed very much like that of a secretary.

He knelt down and frantically dragged Lin Chun out.

"Cough—cough cough cough—"

Experiencing the real threat of a yandere in his dream, Lin Chun's heart almost stopped beating.

Although he was gasping for breath, he exhibited symptoms of sudden death.

"What the hell is going on?!"

Standing to the side, Rinko Mizuki, seeing her master in such a state, immediately became pregnant with her little succubus secretary.

After all, it was she who cast the Silver Dream Magic.

- Swish!

Even without transforming, just an ordinary Japanese girl would be more than enough to deal with this petite succubus.

Using both hands, she lifted her petite body ten centimeters off the ground.

Each black leather strap, tightly constricting the fair and delicate skin, looked painful.

"Confess now, Lillian!"

"But, it might be due to overstimulation..."

"what?"

"During the Silver Dream Magic's effect, seeing particularly terrifying dreams may lead to sudden cardiac death."

"Damn it, why didn't you tell me about something this serious beforehand?!"

Rinko Mizuki freed her right hand, clenched it into a fist, and wanted to smash it into the little succubus's face.

But Lin Chun's labored breathing sounded so urgent that there was no room for hesitation for even a second.

So she abandoned her urge to punch him and instead pressed Lillian against Lin Chun's mouth.

"Don't just stand there, start CPR right now!"

"Hey, shall I?"

"Just do it if I tell you to!"

Rinko Mizushiro forcibly pressed her head down.

Although I really wanted to perform CPR...

But now, there is something even more important: CPR.

She also knelt down on both knees.

Place your right hand on top of your left hand on your owner's chest and immediately begin pressing down with all your might.

On the other side, seeing her working so hard, the little succubus also joined in the artificial respiration, gulping in fresh oxygen.

Lin Chun's condition gradually improved.

"Ah, that's great..."

Seeing such a noticeable change, Rinko Mizushiro was overjoyed, but quickly bit her lower lip.

She is just an ordinary girl with very limited strength.

Three minutes of CPR had already made my arms ache and my forehead break out in a cold sweat.

The movements are no longer standard, and the force is no longer sufficient.

But the Fallen Blood Cherry is not far away yet.

If you transform here, you'll definitely be detected, and then you might get attacked right at your doorstep.

If the little succubus were to perform CPR, her strength would be even less reliable.

"..."

After a difficult period of thought, she stopped what she was doing and stood up.

Under Lillian's puzzled gaze, she sat on the counter, then bent down and unfastened her plain white canvas shoes.

A pair of delicate little feet were exposed, wrapped in fluffy, warm white socks, like two light and cute clouds.

The next second, they carried a warm heat and pressed down on Lin Chun's chest, continuing to apply rhythmic pressure.

Although the soles of the Japanese girl's feet are soft, the force applied is quite sufficient.

With the little succubus's diligent artificial respiration, Lin Chun's face clearly regained its color.

"Is it...is it ready already?"

About ten minutes later, Lillian raised her head, feeling dizzy.

Her pale pink lips were incredibly moist.

Under the lights of the izakaya, it reflected a glistening sheen, like a sweet and sour cherry.

No wonder...

After all, even when I was specially rewarded before, I had never tried so many times in a row, so I really got a great deal.

Volume 1: Chapter 212. Late Night Broadcast

"Let me see, the situation... is still not good."

Sitting on the counter, Rinko Mizushiro looked at her master with concern.

—After all that commotion with Lillian, my heartbeat and breathing have returned to normal.

But his mental state clearly hadn't recovered.

His eyes were unfocused and lifeless, and his consciousness remained in a hazy state.

It's unknown what terrifying scenes he encountered in Blood Cherry's dream...

Now, there must be a sufficient stimulus to wake him up.

"Well……"

Rinko Mizushiro bit her lip and tried hard to think.

Finally, his gaze fell on his own slender feet, which he used for CPR.

Just now, he pressed down hard on Lin Chun's chest dozens of times, putting in his utmost effort.

Now, finally feeling relieved, I even retaliated by overflowing with fragrant, hot sweat from my feet.