"Ah~ um~"
In a room full of girly style, on a soft bed with cute dolls, a beautiful girl with silver hair and red eyes leaned against the headboard, panting ambiguously.
The smooth skin on her body glowed with a light pink. The drawn curtains blocked most of the light, making the bedroom darker, and also concealed the girl's alluring spring body.
No one ever saw it except Mu Xiaoxiao.
Her little hands were clamped between her thighs. Her slender, smooth white fingers rubbed her sensitive areas. The blush on her face grew more intense. Her red pupils became more and more charming. Anyone with discerning eyes could see what she was doing.
Under her lifted clothes, besides delicate, fair skin, a red mark loomed on her chest—a heart-shaped silver pattern. Mu Xiaoxiao's mark.
Kisaragi Anna and Chisato both had it.
"Xiao... ah~ mmmmh!"
The once arrogant, tough gyaru had now completely turned into a slut—of course, only in front of Mu Xiaoxiao.
It was early morning. Kisaragi Anna had just woken up and was rewarding herself. It could only be said that not only boys, but girls also had certain needs in the morning.
The reason Kisaragi Anna rewarded herself like this was mostly because of the erotic dream she'd had last night. When she woke early, she found her underwear wet.
However, Mu Xiaoxiao hadn't come looking for her these past two days... so she had to reward herself.
"Hoo, hoo, hoo..."
After a pleasurable climax, Kisaragi Anna lay powerlessly on her pillow, panting like a dog. Her body was limp, unable to lift itself. Her little hand unconsciously stroked a certain part of her lower abdomen.
That was where the Incubus Pattern lay.
Though she was rewarding herself, the existence of this mark gave her the feeling that Mu Xiaoxiao was by her side. But that was all—it still wasn't as good as the real Mu Xiaoxiao.
'Why...'
"Anna-chan. Are you up yet?"
Her mother's voice came from outside the door. Kisaragi Anna propped herself up with her hands. Her silver hair fell on her shoulders as she responded. "Just woke up... Mom."
After recovering, she quietly changed all her messy clothes and panties, secretly threw them into the washing machine, then put on new clothes and started washing up as if nothing had happened.
Her mother noticed nothing unusual. She sat at the table eating breakfast.
"Anna-chan, do you have a boy you like?"
The white-haired gyaru was startled by her mother's sudden words. She nearly threw the bread in her hand. "Eh? Mom, why would you suddenly say that? What makes you think I like someone..."
Kisaragi Anna was a little flustered.
"Because something's been off with you lately, Anna-chan."
'There's nothing off about me...' It wasn't like she'd been discovered doing things alone.
"Isn't it strange to put on makeup early in the morning?" Kisaragi Anna's mother looked at the makeup on her daughter's face—the faint lip gloss and eye shadow.
"What's wrong with that? Your daughter is a gyaru at school. Isn't it normal to wear makeup?" In Japan, wearing makeup was normal. Nothing strange about it.
Kisaragi breathed a sigh of relief. 'As long as she didn't find out about that...'
"That's different. Ordinary makeup is different from makeup worn when you have a sweetheart. How could Mom, as someone who's been through it, not tell? Anna-chan, don't try to fool me."
"I really don't! Anyway, I'm going to school!"
She grabbed her bread and schoolbag and rushed out.
"Wait—eating bread on the way is rude..."
In Japan, eating breakfast on the street was considered strange behavior. Though not strictly prohibited, no one did it unless under special circumstances.
Watching her daughter ignore her, she tilted her head. 'Did I guess right?'
That expression—no matter how you looked at it—was shyness...
Kisaragi Anna, who'd rushed out of the house with bread in her mouth, felt her heart beating faster. Recalling what her mother just said, she reached out to touch her chest, stroked her hot face. Her expression was a little... confused.
'Like him?'
She didn't know if she liked him. She just didn't hate him. She'd given her body to him half-willingly, and she'd grown used to doing dirty things with him.
But strictly speaking, they weren't in a relationship. Kisaragi Anna, the class gyaru, had always been tough at school. How could such a proud gyaru confess on her own initiative?
And these past two days, that guy Mu Xiaoxiao had disappeared again. He hadn't come to her at all. If they were lovers, he wouldn't be so indifferent to his girlfriend, right?
Anna pondered this all the way to school. Stepping into the building, she changed into indoor shoes at the first-floor shoe locker, just in time to see the long-haired girl ahead—graceful figure, looks not inferior to her own.
Chisato.
Kisaragi Anna recognized her.
'Mu Xiaoxiao hasn't come looking for me these two days. Seems he's been with her, right?' The white-haired gyaru remembered that this girl had a very unusual relationship with Mu Xiaoxiao.
Thinking this, a flash of jealousy crossed the girl's eyes.
"Hey!"
The gyaru stopped Chisato, who was about to head upstairs. Her tone wasn't friendly. "Was Mu Xiaoxiao with you?"
"Huh?" Chisato turned, surprised. "You're... Kisaragi Anna?"
"I'm asking you something. Where's Mu Xiaoxiao?" Kisaragi Anna, true to her gyaru nature, spoke with full momentum.
"He's still at home. He got up late today... Ah!" Realizing what she'd said, she quickly covered her mouth. But it was too late. Kisaragi Anna's eyes filled with displeasure.
"You two were together last night?"
"Th-this..." Chisato faltered, then nodded. She secretly glanced at Kisaragi Anna's unhappy expression. 'Come to think of it, Kisaragi and Mu-kun must have that kind of relationship too.'
She'd seen it last time.
"Tch." The gyaru pursed her lips, looked left and right, then grabbed her and dragged her behind a relatively remote staircase. She cornered her. "Usually you barely interact with Xiaoxiao at school. Didn't expect you two were so close?"
'Living together last night? Damn it. This woman.'
"...Yes." Chisato felt the girl's hostility but wasn't intimidated. "I have that kind of relationship with Mu-kun."
She added, "I like him."
'Woo—even though he's not here, confessing like this is still so embarrassing.'
'Anyway, I can't lose to my rival in love.'
"You think you're something?" Kisaragi Anna had none of the morning's obsession or drowsiness. With a girlish face, she raised her leg and planted it on the wall beside Chisato.
Jealousy surged in her heart.
'How dare you confess in front of me? Stealing my man.'
"Woo..." Chisato frowned. Though she didn't want to lose, the gyaru's arrogance still intimidated her. "Kisaragi... do you like Mu-kun?"
"Hmph. Now that you know, you still dare to steal from me?!" She asked coldly.
"What did I steal... Actually—" Chisato bit her lower lip. "Actually, I knew him first."
"Huh? What's that supposed to mean? You're saying I stole your boyfriend?" Kisaragi Anna grabbed her collar, leaned in, and glared.
"..."
The cornered Chisato didn't respond, but her expression seemed to agree.
That only upset Kisaragi Anna more.
"You little—"
"Hey! What are you doing here?!"
A voice behind interrupted the confrontation. Himemiya Makoto rushed over. "What are you doing to Chi-chan?!"