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Finally, she reached out and grabbed Natsuki.

With Natsuki's help, she stood up unsteadily. Her legs were still a little weak, so she had to lean on Natsuki.

“You are no longer that little puppy who only follows others around.” Natsuki whispered in her ear, like a devil’s contract or a god’s blessing. “You are a human being with your own thoughts, pursuits, and a strong desire to express yourself. You have the right to fight for what you want, and you also have the right to destroy what you don’t like.”

"Whether it's the lamp, or Xiangzi, or even... me."

Upon hearing the last word, Chu Hua suddenly raised her head, a hint of astonishment flashing in her eyes.

“As long as that’s your true wish.” Natsuki looked at her, her eyes gleaming with an almost expectant light. “I don’t mind becoming your prey. The condition is that you have the teeth to bite my throat.”

"So? Doesn't this deal sound much more interesting than simply being a dog?"

Chu Hua did not answer immediately.

She looked at Natsuki, at the person who had driven her to the brink of despair, yet had also given her a knife in that desperate situation.

Something within me is crumbling, while something else, something never before seen, is sprouting from the ruins. It is a poisonous weed called "ambition" or "ego," which, though toxic, is strangely sweet.

After a long while, Chu Hua took a deep breath, and her previously broken voice gradually became stable.

"If...if I really bite down..." Chu Hua's fingers gripped Natsuki's sleeve tightly, her nails almost digging into the fabric. "Will you look at me? Will you only look at me?"

Natsuki smiled. This time, it was a genuine, joyful smile.

"That depends on your performance."

She reached out and gently tidied Chu Hua's messy bangs, her movements as tender as if she were handling a newly reconstructed work of art.

"At least now, you're worth watching."

The moonlight outside the window finally pierced through the clouds, casting a sharp line of light on the carpet beneath their feet through the gap in the curtains, like a shearing line severing the past from the future.

At this end of the line, the little dog that only knew how to please others is dead.

Meanwhile, on the other side, a human named Mikami Hatsuka, possessing a flawed yet genuine soul, slowly opened her eyes in the darkness.

Chapter 146 The Call from Triangle Chuhua

After a brief silence, a new warmth returned to Chu Hua's eyes, and she began to do something she had never thought of or dared to do before.

She hugged Nanami tightly, her arms incredibly strong, as if confirming the authenticity of the person in her arms, or as if suppressing some impulse within her body that was about to burst forth.

"Nanami..." Chu Hua's voice was muffled in Nanami's neck, barely audible, carrying a hint of habitual timidity, "You said... there's a 'beast' hidden inside me. Do you really... want me to think that way?"

Her body was trembling; it was the protective shell formed by her long-term role as the perfect idol "Sangoku Hatsuka" that was reacting to her real desires.

Nanami did not answer immediately, but raised her hand and gently stroked Hatsuka's trembling back, her fingertips sliding down the spine, as if she were comforting a frightened kitten, or measuring the size of her prey.

"What if I said yes?" Nanami's voice was eerily calm, with a seductive sweetness, "What if Hatsuka wasn't actually trying to please anyone, but rather... devouring someone?"

"No...don't call me Chu Hua...I am Hatsune Miku."

"Okay, then I'll call you Hatsune Miku when we're alone together from now on, whatever you like."

"Um……"

“Look at me, Hatsune-neechan.” Nanami cupped her face, her thumb gently stroking her moist lips. “What do you want to do to me now? Not as ‘Sumimi’s Hatsuka,’ but as ‘you’ yourself, as Hatsune who no longer needs to pretend or impersonate someone else all the time.”

Hatsune's throat bobbed. Reason told her she should step back, should maintain the dignity of an idol, but Nanami's body heat wafted through the thin fabric, like a silent invitation.

"I...I want..." Hatsune's breathing quickened, her gaze shifting between Nanami's collarbone and lips, "I want...to touch more..."

“Then let’s do it.” Nanami whispered in her ear, like a devil’s murmur, “No need to endure, no need for the director to yell ‘Action.’ Here, you are free.”

This statement is like the key to opening Pandora's box.

The timidity in Hatsune's eyes was gradually replaced by a burning desire. She clumsily kissed him, initially tentatively, her teeth brushing against his lips, tasting a hint of blood. But this slight pain became a catalyst.

"Well……"

Nanami's compliance gave Hatsune a taste of sweetness. That pleasure called "domination" instantly shattered her last line of defense as a "good girl".

The two tumbled off the sofa, staggering into the kitchen.

The cold edge of the kitchen counter pressed against his waist, but the chill was instantly swallowed up by the heat rising between the two of them.

"..."

Hatsune's eyes changed. Their once clear and bright gaze became murky and viscous, as if they wanted to completely devour the person before her. Her hands trembled, but no longer from fear, but from excitement.

She hurriedly unbuttoned Nanami's clothes, her fingertips turning white from the excessive force.

“That’s it, Hatsune.” Nanami looked at her anxious expression and smiled encouragingly, even straightening her chest to match her movements. “It’s okay to tear all those things in the way to shreds. Let me see… what that hidden ‘beast’ really looks like.”

"It's in the way...it's really in the way!"

Hatsune roared, her usually slender fingers, which were used to playing the guitar, now appearing rough and chaotic.

The clothes slipped to the floor with a dull thud. Watching Nanami's originally fair skin turn crimson from her touch, Hatsune felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction—a thrill that only came with "possession."

"Nanami is mine..." Hatsune's kiss became frantic, traveling down her neck and leaving her mark on that skin. "She can only look at me... she can only be touched by me..."

"Hehe~" Amidst this storm of demands, Nanami maintained her guiding stance. She reached out and put her arm around Hatsune's neck, chuckling softly in her ear, "So, you can be a little more greedy, okay? Take me to... a place where you can be thoroughly cleaned."

And so, the last fig leaf fell away completely amidst the sound of running water in the bathroom.

The hot water from the showerhead instantly filled the narrow space with steam. Hatsune Miku pinned Nanami against the slippery tile wall, water trickling down their bodies.

At this moment, there was no trace of the "Triangle Hatsune" on Hatsune Miku's face. In the misty fog, she was like a wild beast that had finally broken free of its collar, her eyes burning and mad as she stared intently at her prey.

However, a sudden phone call broke the idyllic atmosphere. Nanami Natsuki, reaching out her fair arm to pick up the phone, ignored Hatsune Miku beside her, who was still habitually licking her like a puppy, and answered the unusual call.

"Hello? Oh right... This is Nanami Natsuki."

"Hmm, are you coming to see me tomorrow? Well... okay, Mujica's performance is over, so I'm free."

"Why do you think I'm hearing the sound of water here? Hmm... it's because I'm taking a shower."

Nanami Natsuki glanced at Hatsune Miku, whose eyes were filled with desire, and stretched out her wet thighs to rest on the other girl's neck. She didn't care what the girl, who had awakened more unusual fetishes, was doing at the moment, and just spoke very politely to the person on the phone.

The call ended shortly after.

"Ugh... Is it Lixi who's looking for you?" Misaki Miku's words were tinged with bitterness.

"No, it's not." Nanami Natsuki shook her head, her wet twin tails swaying and splashing water all over Hatsune's face. "Try guessing again?"

"Could it be... Meow Dream?"

At this point, Hatsune's face flushed slightly. "I'm...I'm sorry...Satsuki, I shouldn't have done that..."

"Not at all."

"Huh?"

Misaki's expression changed again. Suddenly realizing something, she looked a little embarrassed and her tone became somewhat tentative, "Could it be Xiangzi? I... I don't want to see her."

Tsk tsk, what's wrong with Chu Hua, who used to follow Xiangzi's every word?

Nanami Natsuki is truly a troublemaker, interfering in their "relationship" and making such a mess of it.

"Xiao Xiang? It's not her either. Never mind... I guess you won't be able to guess Hatsune Miku."

"That……"

"She's your sister."

"……What?"

"Hatsuka Misaki, what's wrong? Have you even forgotten who you're impersonating? My Hatsune Miku sister~"

"!!!"

…………

As night deepened, the Wakaba family mansion, like a silent behemoth, loomed deep within the upscale residential area.

Metis stood before the heavy, ornate iron gate, looking down at his own body.

This is a custom-made silicone body with a warm, smooth skin feel, and even mimics the color of capillaries.

For Metis, who was living there, she was especially grateful to Sister Natsuki for giving her this new life, but at the same time, as the half-body who had accompanied Mu for the longest time, she also understood that Mu must be feeling very unbalanced lately.

She raised her hand and rang the doorbell.

The old butler's slightly confused voice came through the communicator: "Who is this?"

“My name is Metis, a friend of Ruoye Mu.” Metis’s voice had a subtle, almost synthesized perfection. “Ruoye Mu has left something with me. It’s something very important to her.”

The butler was clearly confused by this ambiguous statement, but after confirming the visitor's identity, the door clicked open.

Metis didn't linger in the hall; she navigated the corridors with practiced ease—these routes were already imprinted in her database—and headed straight for the mansion's darker side.

basement.

That place was Wakaba Mutsu's greenhouse, her refuge, or more precisely, a self-imposed prison.

The room was dimly lit, with only a few spotlights in the corner of the ceiling emitting a faint light that was not enough to illuminate the entire basement, making the whole space seem like another world.

Metis quickly found her target.

Ruoye Mutsumi sat on the sofa, hugging her knees, her face buried in her arms, like a plant withering from lack of water. Several open books were scattered around her, but clearly, their owner wasn't reading them.

Hearing footsteps, Mu didn't look up, but said in a sullen voice, "Get out."

“According to data analysis, when a human says ‘get out’ in this position, there is an 87% probability that they hope someone will stay.” Metis manipulated his silicone body to approach, his steps steady but producing a slightly stiff friction sound in the quiet basement. “But I am not human, so I choose to execute the optimal solution—to get closer to you.”

"..."

Mu suddenly raised his head.

Clearly, they were somewhat speechless at Metis's nonsensical remarks.

Her usually calm, amber eyes were now bloodshot, a testament to suppressed anger and resentment. Looking at the "doll" standing in the purple light, possessing a perfect figure, a strong sense of physical disgust welled up within her.

“Metis…” Mu’s voice was hoarse, filled with a chilling glint in his eyes, “What are you doing here? Showing off to me?”

That's strange, she never used to talk like that.

In fact... what she fears most right now is that Metis really won't come looking for her.

“Show off?” Metis tilted his head. “I don’t understand the context of that word. I’m just here to complete the data synchronization.”

"Stop pretending to be AI, okay?!"

Suddenly, Mu grabbed a magazine from beside him and hurled it at Metis.

The magazine flew through the air in an arc, slamming heavily into Metis's chest with a "thud" before falling to the ground. The silicone body only swayed slightly, showing no pain or change in expression.