Mygo, the band legend of Tokyo handsome guy

"..."

The clenched hand was still moving, and Mitsuka Hatsuka couldn't help but frown from the pain. Discomfort surged through her body, rushing to her brain, but she endured the sensation, biting her lip tightly.

If she gave in at this moment, she was afraid she would groan out loud.

Seeing Mikami Hatsuka's forced composure, Narusawa Kaede smiled, revealing his teeth. Even though his smile was fairly cheerful, Mikami Hatsuka still trembled slightly with fear.

"Didn't you want (to record) it?"

As Mingze pushed Sanjiao Chuhua, he stepped into the room full of cameras, forcing the girl to back away.

"A selfie taken by a popular idol? How could they even come up with this idea..."

As Naruzawa Kaede's voice rang out, Misaka Hatsuka felt the surroundings grow increasingly cold.

Mingze Feng gave a thumbs up.

"You are this."

He then pushed her onto the bed.

Slamming onto the soft sheets, a hand pressed down on Misaki Hatsuka, and with Naruzawa Kaede's body gradually enlarging, along with the camera in the room, she seemed to see the moment her clothes were torn to shreds.

Looking down at the girl, whose face was now streaked with tears under the lamplight, Ming Zefeng placed his hand on her shoulder without hesitation.

"What? Isn't this what you wanted?"

Sanjiao Chuhua gritted her teeth.

no...

What will Narusawa Kaede do next? Why did she offer her body? Why hasn't Mana arrived yet...?

why...

why...

As Naruzawa Kaede's fingers moved.

Misaka Chuka suddenly opened her eyes wide, held her breath, and tears streamed down her face.

Chapter 8: The Golden Retriever Won't Suffer from Comedian Syndrome

No, absolutely not! No filming, no sex with a man I've only met twice, no giving myself away like this! No, no!

No matter who it is...

Xiangzi...

"Help...me..."

"I...Xiang...save me..."

Sanjiao Chuhua tilted her head, and tears, uncontrollably, began to flow down her cheeks, one by one.

"I..."

"I...I don't want this..."

Watching the girl cry with a cold eye, Mingze Feng remained unmoved by her sobs.

Mingze Feng didn't like the way she cried. This woman, with a face somewhat resembling Xiangzi, was crying...

If you're unwilling, why not resist?

What's the use of crying with tears streaming down your face?

If you want to become like Xiangzi, then shout out what you want to say!

Resist things you don't like.

When faced with difficulties, we should overcome them.

Instead of crying like this.

Close your legs tightly; your nails are obviously very sharp.

Wanting to become someone like Xiangzi... don't be ridiculous.

Toyokawa Shoko is not just someone who cries.

Does that make your chest look soft?

Looking at the tearful girl, Mingze Feng took out his phone from his pocket with one hand.

Misaka Hatsuka vaguely sensed his movements. The notebook and the NTR scenes in the movie flashed through her mind, and she subconsciously covered her face.

She said in a hoarse voice, "Don't pat my face... not my face..."

Seeing her like this, Ming Zefeng was furious.

"Looking like this... even if you were placed in front of Xiangzi, she wouldn't give you a second glance."

When Xiangzi was mentioned, Mingze Feng seemed to subtly sense that the woman trembled slightly.

Did it tremble?

Mingze Feng shifted his gaze from Xiangzi's communication interface to Sanjiao Chuhua.

"Didn't you want Xiangzi to see it...?"

It definitely shook.

Mingze Feng was so angry he almost laughed.

"Alright, let Xiangzi take a look then. Here—video—"

Triangle Chuhua: "Huh?"

When Sanjiao Chuhua saw the communication interface standing in front of her, and the big "Xiang" in the middle of the screen, she stopped breathing.

Triangle Chuhua has never been as horrified as she is now.

The character "祥" on the phone screen seemed to come alive, each stroke like a sharp blade stabbing heavily.

"No..." Misaka Hatsuka almost cried out, "No way!"

"This one...this one won't do!"

In that instant, Misaka Chuka pounced like a madwoman, her nails digging into Mingze Feng's wrist until her fingertips turned white.

As she grabbed him, Mingze Feng raised his arm. The difference in strength between them was obvious; Mingze Feng wasn't pulled, but his arm was scratched red by her fingernails.

drip-

The calls waiting to be answered kept coming in.

Misaka Hatsuka bit her lip hard, her eyes filled with despair.

Mingze Feng shook his arm.

It hurts a lot.

But seeing that Misaka Chuka was finally starting to look somewhat human, Naruzawa Kaede nodded.

They finally took action... If they had made this decision sooner, they wouldn't have been forced into this situation.

"Are you afraid?"

Mingze Feng looked down at her and sneered. "Didn't you want to be like Xiangzi? Too bad, Xiangzi won't be crying here."

"Is that all the courage you have? You think she'll even look at you?"

Mingze Feng threw his phone on the bed and grabbed Sankazuchi Hatsuka by the collar. With just his other hand, he captured both of Sankazuchi Hatsuka's arms.

Originally intending to grab the phone, Mikasa Mika could only look at Narusawa Kaede's gaze.

"Hang up first...no, don't..."

"What do you take Xiangzi for?!"

"You'll stop at nothing, talking about becoming as brilliant as Xiangzi, but look at the things you've done! Are you happy being a naive and innocent girl? You know perfectly well why you went to the Fengchuan residence to claim kinship behind her back!"

"Xiangzi went to the Fengchuan family to raise money after his mother passed away? He's disgracing your mother!"

"What sacredness, what role model? Do you still have the right to shout about dreams and love?"

"nausea!"

Sanjiao Chuhua's pupils constricted sharply, as if she had fallen into an icy abyss.

Her body trembled; she couldn't understand why... these things...

There are some things that even the Toyokawa family wouldn't know...

Fear, being seen through, dread, unbearable...

Sangoku Hatsuka's lips trembled. She wanted to open her mouth to refute, but her throat seemed to be choked by fate, and she couldn't utter a single word.

"me..."

Misaka Hatsuka's lips trembled violently, making her look less like a high school student and more like an old woman on her deathbed. Her voice was hoarse, like shattered glass.

Don't want to admit it.

I don't want to admit that Mingze Feng is right.

But......

"Do you want to become Xiangzi, or do you want Xiangzi to pity you?"

Mingze Feng reached out and pinched Sanjiao Chuhua's face, shaking it mercilessly from side to side.

"Clinging to that light, yearning for Xiangzi to reach out and save you?"

"I'm telling you, you're like this."

Xiangzi wouldn't even glance at it—

"Shut up!!!"

Sanjiao Chuhua screamed, struggling desperately with both hands, kicking her legs on the bed, kicking off the blankets, and even making the bed shake and creak.

"You, aren't you also from the Toyokawa family... Do you dare say there's any difference between you and me?!"

Mingze Feng clenched his fist. "You think you're so smart?"

"With your ragged appearance, the Toyokawa family wouldn't even give you a second glance. Do you think you can sneak in?"

"With your character, you deserve to be scammed."

Mingze Feng took a deep breath, a deep breath.

never mind...

He kept telling himself not to hit anyone, not to hit anyone, not to hit... not to fuck!

We can't let it go!

"I'm going to show you today why those hands are red!"

Oh, by the way, there's a performance tomorrow—

"You can't slap someone in the face."

Mingze Feng flipped Sanjiao Chuhua over and slapped her across the face.

Revolt?

Capture him with a single palm strike!

A series of crisp sounds rang out in the room, accompanied by the girl's suppressed sobs...

"..."

Only heavy breathing remained in the room.

Sanjiao Chuhua lay face down on the bed, her fingers gripping the sheets tightly.

But gradually...

In a place that even Mingze Feng couldn't see.

An unnatural blush spread across Misaka Hatsuka's face. The sensations on her body were so strange that she couldn't help but close her eyes. The pain in her back spread, and hot blood carrying the strange sensations flowed through her limbs.

Her face was buried in her arms, her breathing labored...