Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

Haramura Seiya took the opportunity to grab Stella's thigh and carry her on his back, instantly feeling the soft, heavy touch.

"Do we no longer need to pick mushrooms?"

"That's enough, it's just the two of us eating."

Makoto Haramura's answers also became somewhat distracted.

There was no way around it; the soft touch on his back and the fragrance that kept wafting to his nose from behind made it impossible for him to calm down.

"Oh, I'm really looking forward to it. I wonder what chicken stew with mushrooms will taste like."

Stella was still curiously fidgeting behind Makoto Haramura, looking around curiously.

"Speaking of which, chicken stew with mushrooms is also a dish from China, right?"

"Makoto, you seem to be very good at cooking from China."

He forced himself to suppress the restlessness deep inside, trying his best to walk steadily so that Stella wouldn't feel any jolts.

"Yes."

"Personally, I prefer the taste from there."

He quickened his pace, eager to get back to camp as soon as possible.

Before, it was fine to just look at each other, and occasional brief contact was also acceptable, but this was the first time he had been touching and rubbing each other for such a long time, and he was about to be unable to suppress the primal power within him.

"As expected, Makoto is really amazing."

"To be able to make such delicious food just by imagining it, your recent progress in superpowers and swordsmanship is also terrifying."

Stella stopped moving around and instead lay quietly on Haramura Makoto's back, resting her chin on his shoulder and breathing softly into his neck.

"It's nothing, hurry back..."

"—Boom!"

Sometimes it really proves the saying that the weather in the mountains is always unpredictable. It may be sunny and cloudless before you enter the mountains, but in just half an hour, the weather turns bad and becomes cloudy with thunder.

"It just so happens to be at times like this."

"Honestly, I'm not really interested in being that kind of lucky pervert."

Muttering to himself, Makoto Haramura switched from walking to running and headed towards the cabin in the campsite.

"Stella?"

"What's wrong, Makoto?"

"Hold me tight."

Before he could even finish speaking, Makoto Haramura abruptly released his arms, detaching Stella's two plump thighs.

"Oh dear! What's wrong?"

Amidst Stella's surprised shout, Makoto Haramura wrapped his arms around Stella's slender waist, moving her from behind to in front of him, and holding her securely in his arms in a princess carry.

"Ahhh, Makoto, what are you doing all of a sudden...?"

Stella was delighted when Stella was carried in a princess carry.

Or perhaps it's more accurate to say that she had been longing for such an embrace for a very, very long time, to the point that she dreamed of it every day.

But this is so sudden, ahhhhhh!

"Of course I'm worried about you getting wet in the rain."

……

In a wooden house deep in the mountains.

Outside, a torrential downpour was falling, and the sky had completely darkened. Inside the house, a traditional Japanese hearth, now rarely seen and only found in some specialty restaurants, was lit.

"give it to me!"

While gently stirring the food in the pot with a spoon, a small hand slowly reached out from the side.

"What are you giving me?"

Without any intention of turning back, Makoto Haramura continued to stir the ingredients in the pot.

"Of course it's clothes, clothes."

Seemingly getting a little impatient, Stella shook her little hand forcefully.

"I can use my powers to dry my own clothes, but I can't control other people's clothes as carefully. I'll help you dry them."

"Hey, there's not much difference, is there?"

He tugged at his still slightly damp clothes.

He was already moving very fast, carrying Stella as he ran, but it still started to rain.

Because he was leaning forward, Stella didn't get much rain, but he got soaked.

"No, you'll catch a cold if you do that, Cheng."

"Give me the clothes right now."

Stella shook her little hand vigorously again.

The girl's gaze was unwavering, her crimson pupils fixed on Haramura Makoto, as if she would never give up until Haramura Makoto agreed.

"Honestly, I was just worried you'd be shy."

Makoto Haramura sighed softly.

Although the two have lived together for so long, Makoto Haramura has always been very careful about his behavior and has not exposed his body in front of Stella. He usually changes his clothes in the bathroom.

"I'm not shy at all."

Stella muttered stubbornly.

"What's there to be shy about? I love your body every night..."

"What are you saying, Stella?"

The voice was so soft, and the lip movements were so subtle, that even Makoto Haramura couldn't hear clearly what Stella was muttering to herself.

"No, it's nothing."

"Alright, enough talk, just give me the clothes."

"I know, I know."

Haramura Makoto, who had been constantly urged, stopped dawdling.

Ultimately, he's a grown man, what's wrong with showing a little body? Stella herself said she doesn't mind, so what's he still fussing about?

In no time, he took off his shirt and pants, leaving himself only in his underwear.

"Give--"

He handed over his own clothes.

"Give?"

Stella, as expected, didn't catch it; this time, Makoto Haramura shook his hand again.

"What's wrong, Stella?"

After two consecutive unanswered questions and responses, Makoto Haramura finally looked up to see what was wrong with Stella.

But when he turned around, he was utterly helpless.

Stella squatted there, her long skirt trailing on the ground. Because of her forward lean, her already full breasts appeared even more swollen. Her watery eyes rippled with emotion as she stared intently at him.

Or to be more precise, he was staring at Makoto Haramura's chest.

then……

A trickle of bright red liquid slowly slid out of Stella's nostrils.

Blood dripped down the corner of his mouth, blooming into tiny flowers on the sheer fabric of his transparent dress.

Stella, nosebleed, nosebleed!

Chapter 080 Awakening Begins

A girl with long, bright red hair knelt on the ground, staring blankly at the half-naked man in front of her. Blood dripped from her jawline, falling drop by drop onto her transparent gauze dress, blooming into blood flowers.

No matter how you look at it, the only word that can describe her is "obsessed woman".

Stella, nosebleed, nosebleed!

"what?"

"what--"

An overwhelming sense of shame caused her blood to rush back to her head, and a wave of dizziness washed over her.

Her fair face instantly turned rosy.

"No, there's blood on your clothes. You need to wash it off quickly, or it will be difficult to clean."

Stella immediately frowned, her delicate features contorting in pain.

Makoto Haramura was momentarily stunned, but upon seeing Stella's action, he immediately turned his head away awkwardly.

"What are you doing, Stella?"

Makoto Haramura's voice also became unnatural. He had to turn his head; otherwise, he was afraid he would get a nosebleed.

"What else can we do? Of course, we should take it off and wash it quickly!"

Stella manipulated her small hands, slowly reaching towards her collar, unbuttoning the buttons one by one.

The rustling sound of clothes being undressed, along with that delicate voice that was both alluring and somewhat bewildered, was like the most potent aphrodisiac, capable of stirring the emotions of any man.

At this moment, Makoto Haramura really wanted to complain about this unnatural development.

"Stella, there's no need."

"I'll clean it up for you when we get back..."

Makoto Haramura, who wanted to turn around and stop Stella, swallowed the rest of his words before he could finish them.

"No need, I want it now."

"Also, it's not fair that only you, Makoto, took your clothes off. I want fairness too."

The girl in front of me has completely lost her mind.

The skin all over his body, from his face to his neck, from his arms to his thighs, was an unnatural pink.

In the center of those wine-red pupils, a thin line seemed to be faintly emerging.

"Is the dragon blood within you boiling?"

"Because of the constant impact of lust, my reason is now in a weakened state."

Stella's current abnormal behavior finally has a reasonable explanation.

Stella, who is constantly evolving into a dragon, is now only one step away from fully awakening her true sword-wielding ability thanks to Makoto Haramura's development and influence over this period.

Therefore, Stella is currently in a state of instability, and even the slightest thing could trigger her evolution.

For example, strong obsession, intense anger, or even the desires of dragons are all possible.

The saying "Dragons are inherently lustful" is not just a figure of speech, but a true fact.

"I can't take it off, Cheng, come help me."

Stella, who had only unscrewed two buttons, was stumped by the third.

The girl before him was quite captivating. The surrounding environment was rather dark, and the glow of the campfire made her already crimson body stand out even more, radiant and alluring. Combined with her stunning figure, and the fact that she had unbuttoned two buttons on her chest, revealing a pure white area of ​​her body and a hint of black stockings, the allure was off to an extreme.

"I couldn't refuse."

In this situation, a firm refusal is the appropriate course of action.

But he can't.

Stella's obsession and desire for him were already quite deep, and his semi-confession a few days ago only intensified that obsession and desire.

Stella had probably been suppressing him all along, but now, after seeing Makoto Haramura's naked body, she finally exploded completely.