"What? Is Auntie not good enough?" Mitsuko Yarima saw Ho Fei-yu wasn't answering her. Her hand, grasping The Future, slowly kneaded it, and she bent down to gently sniff it with her delicate nose. Then, she left a few moist trails on it again.
Her enchanting eyes, as soft as silk, looked at Ho Fei-yu with tenderness, trying to find a joyful expression on his face.
Ho Fei-yu flinched as if electrocuted. He snapped back to attention and immediately used his hands to move his body backward a few steps, creating distance between himself and Mitsuko Yarima.
"Auntie Mitsuko... please don't..." The image of the prim and proper Auntie Mitsuko in his memory couldn't reconcile with the Auntie Mitsuko in front of him. Ho Fei-yu was at a loss for what to do and could only instinctively speak.
"Does Fei-chan prefer women like Ruri-chan or Rumi-chan?" Mitsuko Yarima maintained her original posture, but the enchanting charm on her face was gone. The look in her eyes, hidden beneath her purple hair, dimmed slightly. Her words sounded like she was asking Ho Fei-yu what kind of girl he liked, but also like she was jealous.
Still, Ho Fei-yu did not reply.
"Fei-chan, I'm sorry. Auntie won't do this anymore in the future..." Mitsuko Yarima sat up, her purple hair completely obscuring her eyes, making it impossible to see her expression. However, her bitter and lonely words revealed her current mood.
"Auntie Mitsuko..." Hearing Mitsuko Yarima's self-reproach, Ho Fei-yu finally reacted, unsure of what to say.
"Heh heh, then Auntie will go out first. Can we pretend today never happened?"
"Tomorrow, I'll be your good auntie again." With that, Mitsuko Yarima slowly stood up.
But in Ho Fei-yu's eyes, his auntie's movement to stand up was so soft and powerless. A year's worth of images of Auntie Mitsuko flashed before his eyes: her gentle care in everyday life, her patient encouragement in his studies, and the motherly comfort of holding him close when he was troubled or depressed. A warm and relaxing lap pillow would wash away all his fatigue.
Looking at the lonely figure standing up with her back to him, his heart inexplicably ached. It felt as if allowing Auntie Mitsuko to leave like this today would lead to him regretting it for the rest of his life.
Ho Fei-yu subconsciously reached for his Sanctuary of the Future, but he couldn't feel the touch of fabric on his legs. He quickly scanned the area but couldn't find it, not knowing where it had been tossed.
Never mind!
Ho Fei-yu immediately stood up and quickly walked behind Auntie Mitsuko, who was about to get off the bed. He wrapped his arms around her slender waist and, with her leaning against him, sat down on the bed.
"How could I? Since this has happened, I will definitely take responsibility."
"Actually, I've already fallen for Auntie Mitsuko, too..." Ho Fei-yu held Auntie Mitsuko's slim waist tightly, gently rubbing his head against her peachy cheek. The captivating fragrance filled his nose, and he blurted out everything in his heart in one breath. Some strands of purple hair were caught between them, making a hissing sound that echoed in their ears.
Humans are not made of wood; how can they be emotionless? Over the past year, he had developed feelings for this gentle and virtuous Auntie Mitsuko, but there had always been a barrier in front of him. This included the influence of the anime from his previous life and his own moral constraints.
However, the Auntie Mitsuko he had come to know was vastly different from the one he had seen in the anime. Since he was adopted, there was no blood relation. Auntie Mitsuko had already taken the first step. If he continued to pretend to be a gentleman, how would he be different from those cliché nice guy protagonists?
"R-Really?"
"Yes, really. I love you the most." Ho Fei-yu answered her disbelief with firm conviction.
"Slurp~ L-Love... you... the most."
"Mm~" Fearing she wouldn't believe him, Ho Fei-yu looked at her crystalline, grape-like earlobe, took it into his mouth, and savored it, speaking his words.
"Mhm~ I... too."
"I love Fei-chan the most~" Mitsuko Yarima's heart swelled with joy upon hearing Ho Fei-yu's sincere confession. The slick, warm sensation on her earlobe made her body go soft, and her recently cooled desire reignited. More than a decade of loneliness was stirred up, craving immediate gratification.
Ho Fei-yu felt the softness of Auntie Mitsuko's body in his embrace. His heart fluttered, but he thought it best to stop after a small taste. Now that the relationship was established, slowly developing it later would be fine.
"Auntie Mitsuko, it's getting late. Go get some rest." Ho Fei-yu gently squeezed the soft flesh of her waist and blew a puff of hot air onto her already moist earlobe, speaking tenderly.
"What's wrong?" He waited for a minute, and seeing no reaction from Mitsuko Yarima, he thought something had happened and quickly turned her body around, looking at her with concern.
But he saw that Auntie Mitsuko's brown eyes were completely taken over by an ambiguous pink color. Her pink tongue was sticking out like a dog's, and strands of silver-white saliva were dripping down her chin.
A sense of foreboding rose in Ho Fei-yu's heart. He feared his back might not survive the night because he felt Auntie Mitsuko had entered a Corrupted/Demonized State.
Sure enough.
The next moment, her silhouette completely dominated his vision. Her slightly open mouth was now being wildly invaded, like a loach drilling a hole.
"Mitsuko—Mmmph—!" Before he could finish his sentence, he was blocked again. In his mouth, it was like a quantum entanglement; even if he dodged, he would immediately be pursued and plundered.
However, Ho Fei-yu had only been caught off guard during his moment of bewilderment, allowing the front line to be drawn into his territory. But he was no longer a naive fledgling bird; he was an eagle ready to take flight. He immediately launched a counter-attack. The front line moved from his territory to the air, and then, with a burst of momentum, into Auntie Mitsuko's territory.
Through their connected mouths, he ruthlessly drank all the nectar from her mouth. Only when Mitsuko Yarima's cheeks were flushed did he sign a truce.
—Gulp— Ho Fei-yu swallowed the stored nectar in his mouth.
"Are you satisfied?"
"I want more..."
"Mhm." Since Auntie Mitsuko wanted it, he would satisfy her. It was time to become a family in the truest sense of the word.
Ho Fei-yu gently stroked Auntie Mitsuko's head and looked into her pink eyes. He naturally lay back on the bed. As if receiving tacit permission, or perhaps out of instinct, Mitsuko Yarima re-gripped The Future.
Ho Fei-yu allowed the technician to manipulate him like a customer in a bathhouse. The Italian Cannon was grasped by two soft, fair hands. One hand wiped the muzzle, and the other kneaded the body, as if trying to clean it.
But without water, everything was futile. So, she bent down. First, the entire cannon was dampened. To facilitate the subsequent rubbing of the body, the two loading ports were then enveloped in warm moisture. After a patient soaking, preparations were made for the coming artillery fire.
Finally, the most crucial part, the muzzle, was wrapped. It was soaked in a viscous liquid, and the cannon rod drilled vigorously into the barrel, seeking to cleanse the very depths.