That night, Mochizuki lay in Miku's room, on Miku's bed. He felt the high-end bed was softer than the one at his own house, and the quilt had a faint fragrant scent. A mansion really was different. But Mochizuki wasn't quite used to lying there; it was his habit of being sensitive to new beds, even making him restless and unable to stop his mind from wandering.
Mochizuki shook his head to clear his mind, took out his phone, and prepared to scroll through it to distract himself. There weren't any important messages on his phone today. Except for the small gaming group created by Yamada Elf, which was, as usual, questioning why he had disappeared again today.
Izumi Sagiri, on the other hand, sent him congratulations, congratulating him on his work being published tomorrow and saying she would definitely buy it to support him. It seemed Izumi Sagiri had also received the notification from Machida Editor.
After replying with thanks and good night, Mochizuki decided to go to bed early to avoid chatting too late with Sagiri again. He was also very much looking forward to tomorrow's arrival; he had to wake up early tomorrow and couldn't lie in on Miku's bed.
And Sagiri, who received the good night message, felt quite disappointed; she had still wanted to chat for a bit longer.
...During the night, because he wasn't used to the bed and had gone to bed too early, Mochizuki's sleep was already very light.
In his dream, he felt as if he was drowning in a pile of cotton; although the surroundings were very soft, this softness gradually made it impossible for him to breathe. His limbs felt as if they were bound by something, and he couldn't stretch them out even when he wanted to.
His subconscious desperately urged him to wake up, or else he would never wake up again. Finally, after expending all his strength, Mochizuki finally opened his eyes, but it was pitch black, with only a little moonlight coming through the window.
Mochizuki forcefully adjusted his head, finally inhaled fresh air, and his breathing gradually calmed down. Then he felt something was wrong. The air was a bit strange, but strange in what way? There was a fragrance. It was because something was too close.
Another breath was constantly hitting his face, making his face tickle, and a matcha-like fragrance continuously entered his nose. Mochizuki realized someone else was there. Now, there were two people on one pillow.
With the help of the faint moonlight, Mochizuki guessed that the girl in front of him should be Miku, which also confirmed the guess in his heart. It must have been Miku who got up in the middle of the night and groggily returned to her own room to sleep.
At this moment, he was being treated like a body pillow by Miku Nakano. Although it was very uncomfortable and he couldn't breathe in his dream just now, it seemed quite comfortable now... So sleepy =_=, he really wanted to just keep sleeping like this.
No way! Mochizuki bit the tip of his tongue slightly, using the pain to wake himself up; he absolutely couldn't let this continue! If Miku woke up tomorrow and found this situation, she would definitely break down.
If the other sisters saw this situation, it would be even harder to explain. If Nakano Maruo found out, it would be even more finished...
As he thought this, Mochizuki's mind was already racing through several possibilities. Mochizuki thought bitterly to himself, this situation was truly more troublesome than Shiina Mahiru falling asleep at his place!
Damn it, it seems the only way is to sneak out and sleep on the sofa. For Miku's reputation, and also for his own.
During this process, he couldn't wake Miku up, or how would he face her, even though he wasn't the one at fault!
Having decided on a plan, Mochizuki decided to pull out the hand that was being pressed by Miku; it had been pressed for so long that he already felt numb!
Successfully pulling this hand from Miku's waist, Mochizuki breathed a sigh of relief, twisted his wrist, and wiggled his fingers, trying to get used to the numbness in his arm.
Soon, with the blood flowing, Mochizuki felt his arm was much better. Next, he had to pull out the other hand that Miku was holding in her embrace.
Fortunately, Miku wasn't holding him very tightly, and Mochizuki's arm slowly moved out. Even though it wasn't Mochizuki's intention, and even though Mochizuki was being careful, sometimes he still couldn't avoid touching Miku...
"Mm..." Fortunately, Miku only let out a soft sound and didn't wake up. But this still gave Mochizuki a big scare.
Then, Miku's arm loosened, and Mochizuki was delighted, the pressure on him lessened significantly. But it was fleeting, and the pressure on him increased again.
Now that was great, Mochizuki's joy completely vanished; Miku's fair and slender arm really had quite a bit of strength. But it was still okay; at least now Mochizuki had his hands free.
With his hands free, Mochizuki lifted the quilt off himself. Now he had to find a way to get out as quickly as possible.
Mochizuki used a little force to move Miku away, shifting her to the side, and took the opportunity to get himself out.
After regaining his freedom, he felt a bit empty inside. Mochizuki glanced at Miku, "Hmm... the moonlight was a bit dim, the room was even dimmer, he couldn't see clearly, she should still be asleep, her breathing was still even."
Finally, he just needed to move his body that was being held by Miku's arm. For some reason, this process went very smoothly, even though he felt Miku was holding him quite tightly just now.
Successfully escaping Miku's embrace, Mochizuki didn't dare to touch Miku even a little bit, afraid she would suddenly wake up.
Finally, after helping her cover herself with the quilt, Mochizuki quietly got up and went downstairs. For a moment, Mochizuki even thought about just falling back asleep like that.
Fortunately, reason triumphed over sleepiness. What Mochizuki didn't know was that after he closed the door, Miku on the bed adjusted her sleeping posture, curled up into a ball, and even pulled the quilt over her head with both hands.
Coming downstairs, it was slightly brighter than the room, with more moonlight shining in. Mochizuki sat on the sofa, took out his phone, it was 3:30 AM, he could still sleep for four or five more hours.
He glanced at Line and found that Yamada Elf and Ai Kele's Little Tuli were chatting. Mochizuki sighed, they really could stay up late.
Next, Mochizuki saw a message he couldn't ignore. Yōsei-sama: Mochizuki is really getting weaker and weaker, I didn't expect him to go to bed so early. Ai Kele's Little Tuli: Yeah, it's the last day of the holiday, he really doesn to know how to cherish it. Yōsei-sama: Ah, forget it, let's not mention that guy, let's go to sleep too.
Light Novelist Wang Yue: Who said I was asleep?
After Mochizuki sent the message, he felt he had gotten excited, but it was useless to recall it, and besides, he had lied; he had woken up from sleep.
Yōsei-sama: What! You weren't asleep, then why didn't you respond to us! Ai Kele's Little Tuli: Exactly, we're angry!
Light Novelist Wang Yue: I'm staying out, no computer. Light Novelist Wang Yue: Let's play tomorrow, go to sleep, hurry and go to sleep.
Then Mochizuki lay down and went to sleep; having woken up in the middle of the night, he was still full of sleepiness. But Yamada Elf certainly wouldn't let it go at that.
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