"Chi-chan—"
The cries of the disgusting man behind her only made her run faster. That disgusting voice, those obscene gazes just now—they made her sick.
The girl rushed out of the house without looking back.
"Hoo... hoo..."
The man behind didn't chase her. Chisato slowly stopped, clutching her chest, but still couldn't calm down. She panted and gnashed her teeth.
Though she'd always had a bad impression of that uncle, she'd never imagined he would want to do that kind of thing to her... to her.
'Disgusting! So disgusting!'
Just thinking about it gave her goosebumps all over her body. In truth... that scoundrel Mu Xiaoxiao was just like him. He'd been forcing himself on her too. But... she didn't know how to explain it. She felt much more repulsed by that pig uncle than by Mu Xiaoxiao.
Thump!
Thump!
Patting her chest to calm her nerves, she turned and looked behind her. Nothing. No pursuit. Chisato gradually relaxed. Looking around, she realized she'd run into a park.
Night had fallen. The park was empty in the cold wind. She suddenly felt lost. That disgusting man was at home—she didn't want to go back. Suddenly, she had nowhere to go.
The lonely girl walked slowly to a swing, sat down, and swayed.
'Mom doesn't know that uncle's true face. I have to tell her!' Halfway through the thought, remembering the scene just now, she suddenly reached out and touched her stomach. 'Come to think of it... did this save me?'
She lowered her head, glimpsing the plump softness of her bra through the gap in her collar. And the silver pattern printed on it—what Mu Xiaoxiao had left on her.
A thing they said was very obscene and erotic. It meant she belonged to him.
But she never expected... it would have magical power to protect her. If not for it—if not for Mu-kun—she might have... Recalling the dead fat pig's grabbing hand, the thrill at that critical moment—
Chisato covered her heart, bit her lip, and lowered her head.
Her heart... was pounding wildly.
'He saved me... Chisato, what are you doing? Don't be tempted. Obviously he's been persecuting me. That guy is a big villain!'
The girl's mind was confused. Her figure under the moonlight seemed lonely and sad. Until the crunch of shoes on gravel in the cold, quiet environment woke her.
"Who?"
Chisato, frightened by that disgusting man, suddenly raised her head, ready to flee. But she saw a figure step out from under the streetlight. Not the fat pig uncle who scared and disgusted her.
It was—Mu Xiaoxiao.
Her heart, which had been in her throat, settled. A sense of security even sprouted.
'Wrong! Why would I think that? This guy is also a villain. But seeing Mu Xiaoxiao, I have no desire to run away at all...'
'It must be because he controls me! It has to be that.' Chisato refused to admit the strange feeling in her heart. She pursed her lips and clenched her fists.
"You—why are you here?" She asked softly.
"I should be asking you that." Mu Xiaoxiao squinted, walking before the girl. He looked down at her, examining Chisato carefully—from her face all the way to her chest.
"What happened?" Mu Xiaoxiao asked.
"You—" Chisato's mouth opened in astonishment. "How do you know?"
"What do you think?"
No matter the distance, he could feel her mood swings through the Incubus Pattern. Mu Xiaoxiao had immediately realized something happened and rushed over. Of course, he'd also located her through the silver mark.
He had to say, this ability was very helpful. It had already proven crucial right after learning it.
"It's this?" Clutching her clothes, Chisato suddenly realized. Meeting the young man's calm gaze, she guiltily lowered her head.
"I... my mother's away on business today. No one's home." Chisato hesitated a moment before speaking. "A very annoying uncle came to the house. He..."
Though she only spoke halfway, Mu Xiaoxiao understood immediately.
"I see. An annoying uncle who covets your body?"
Chisato raised her head and met his peaceful gaze again. Though it was night, through the moonlight and streetlights, she could clearly see the flames deep in Mu Xiaoxiao's eyes.
Those flames burned into her heart.
"Let's go."
"Where... to?" Chisato startled. "Your place?"
Regarding going to Mu Xiaoxiao's house, Chisato unexpectedly felt no rejection. Rather, there was nowhere else to go except his place.
"We can go to my house, but—" Mu Xiaoxiao's smile widened. "It'd be a shame not to see your uncle, wouldn't it? Let me see what kind of person dares to lay hands on you. Heh."
That smile—Chisato, now somewhat familiar with him, could tell it was a dangerous smile. Like spotting prey.
"Why do you want to see him?" Chisato couldn't help asking. "You—are you worried about me?"
'Worried?'
Mu Xiaoxiao paused, frowning. Meeting the girl's earnest gaze, he suddenly smiled. Stepping forward, he lifted her chin. "What? Do you want me to worry about you?"
"I asked first. Don't answer with a question."
"..."
'Damn. When did this girl get bold again?'
Mu Xiaoxiao's face darkened. The corners of his mouth twitched. "You're my property. Even if you're just a tool, you're still my property. Not just anyone can touch you."
He paused for a moment, then sneered. "Someone dares to attack you? Of course I can't pretend I didn't see it."
In his heart, he'd already sentenced that man to death.
The girl stared at him for a long moment. Then suddenly said, "Are you jealous?"
"...No."
Mu Xiaoxiao's face was expressionless.
"You're totally jealous." Chisato's voice was firm. Her long hair fluttered in the night wind. A smile even appeared on her delicate, lovely face. She was a little surprised. She'd always been humble, scared, and cautious around Mu Xiaoxiao.
Now... something felt different.
"I said I'm not!" 'Damn—what's with this girl?' Mu Xiaoxiao reached out angrily, grabbing her upturned chest. Kneading. So soft. Felt amazing. The elasticity was incredible. "You're just a tool. What's there to be jealous about?"
Um~
Chisato was no longer the flustered girl she used to be. After being touched by him, she remained calm—even compliant in her heart. She leaned softly against him, her big eyes unblinking, quietly staring.
The soft, tender part of her chest was squeezed against him, changing shape in his hands.
"Don't waste time. Hurry up and go to your house!"
Seeing Chisato grow more accustomed to his intrusions—even gently accepting them—Mu Xiaoxiao withdrew his hand with a darkened face and urged her.
'Is he... being tsundere?'
It was the first time she'd seen Mu Xiaoxiao like this. Unexpected... a little cute. Watching his back, Chisato reached out to press the chest area he'd just kneaded. Her cheeks flushed. So hot.
"What are you spacing out for? Hurry up!"
"...Coming."
Smiling, she quickened her pace and chased after him.