"Who is that person?"
"Yui's classmate? Friend?"
"He looks like her boyfriend — they seem really close."
Mu Xiaoxiao's appearance stirred murmurs across the basketball court. Many members of the women's basketball team watched them with gossiping eyes. Fortunately, Obata Yui was too distracted by her injury to care.
Being watched didn't matter to Mu Xiaoxiao, but Yui found it a bit unbearable. The club was full of people she knew — being talked about by them was really... She stole a glance at the young man beside her, her expression complicated.
But she didn't refuse him. Didn't push him away.
In the locker room, Obata Yui staggered and sat down on a chair. The girl fidgeted with the bangs on her forehead, her eyes darting away, unsure what to say. In the silence, her shoes were suddenly removed — startling her.
"Xiao... Xiaoxiao?! You — what are you doing..."
Yui's face flushed red as her feet were held in his hands.
"Checking on you." Mu Xiaoxiao said it like it was obvious, playing with the girl's delicate, small feet. "Who told you to be so careless? You'll only make it worse if you don't treat it properly."
He took off her shoes and socks. The sensation of his touch on her skin made Yui feel unnatural. She pouted at his words. It's because you showed up and threw off my concentration that I fell in the first place...
"Does it hurt?" Mu Xiaoxiao poked her ankle.
"Well... it hurts..."
Obata Yui's voice dropped to a weak whisper. Seeing his concerned expression, she pursed her pink lips. "No, it's nothing. Just rest a bit and I'll be fine."
After speaking, Yui-senpai's gaze wandered around the empty locker room. "Xiaoxiao... do you care about me?"
"That's a strange question, Sister Yui. You're my woman. Of course I care about you." Mu Xiaoxiao's words carried hidden meaning.
"Your woman... If only that were really true." Obata Yui seemed struck by some impulse. She lowered her head, and after a few seconds of silence, suddenly started speaking strangely. "Actually, in your eyes, I'm just a toy, right?"
"..."
Mu Xiaoxiao's smile faded. He looked up at her in surprise.
He was genuinely surprised. Even Mrs. Natsumi hadn't dared to bring this up — but here was Yui-senpai. 'Are you finally dropping the act?'
"You already knew my mother and I were back to normal, didn't you? You deliberately didn't tell us — just to toy with us and watch us squirm. Right?"
Mu Xiaoxiao stood up.
"You're right. I knew the moment you returned to normal." His expression shifted from neutral to a light chuckle. "I did want to have some fun. Mrs. Natsumi and Yui-senpai's reactions were... very interesting."
"..."
'He actually admitted it? This despicable wretch! !'
"You — you... how excessive!"
Obata Yui lifted her head, no longer avoiding his gaze. Meeting the boy's wicked smile, she felt a surge of hurt. Tears welled in her eyes.
"So it was all fake? Everything we had before — the time together, the concern just now — all of it fake? I'm just your plaything, aren't I?"
"That's right. Ever since I hypnotized you two." Seeing tears escape the corners of her eyes, Mu Xiaoxiao reached out and gently wiped them away. Feeling the delicate skin beneath his palm, he leaned closer. "You are indeed my plaything. But everything that happened between us — the time spent together, caring about you — that was all sincere."
The girl whose cheek he touched bit her lip and tried to shake off his hand. Failing, she could only twist her face away and say with difficulty, "I am not your plaything."
"Too late." Mu Xiaoxiao drew nearer, his laughter echoing in her ears. "You're my plaything. My woman. You can't escape in this life. You'll always belong to me——"
Thump——
'Why — when he's being so unreasonable — does my heart race like this? This hateful villain, why do I still...'
"You used your strange abilities to hypnotize me, and now..." Obata Yui said quietly, "Do you know? You're really too much."
Mu Xiaoxiao smiled faintly and didn't respond. He bent down again, squatting to hold the girl's foot as he activated his ability.
Yui-senpai stared at him silently. 'And now — this awful guy, after doing all those hateful things to me, is being so gentle.'
'How can you do this?'
Watching him caress her ankle, feeling the pain in her foot fade little by little, Obata Yui knew this was his time ability — the same one that had restored her mother's youth.
Her eyes and emotions grew more and more complicated.
Boom!
Clang——
The girl lunged forward fiercely, tackling the squatting boy to the ground. They fell together — her on top, him underneath.
"Yui-senpai?"
"I'm just an ordinary girl. An idiot." Obata Yui straddled Mu Xiaoxiao's body, grabbing his collar with both hands and pressing against him, their bodies flush together.
The soft flesh of her chest squeezed against him without restraint.
"I don't have some prominent family background. I don't have any outstanding talents." She stared down at him. "I'm not as special as you with your superpowers. But even so — I'm not someone you can just bully!"
She declared it with force.
"Of course not, Yui-senpai." Mu Xiaoxiao nodded in agreement, looking at the girl on his lap. He blinked. "No one in this world is allowed to bully you except me."
"You——"
Obata Yui felt like she'd been struck by lightning. Tears burst from her eyes. "Why do you always say things like that... You bastard! Disgusting!"
Seeing her crying again, Mu Xiaoxiao frowned. "Why are you crying now... Yui, if you really hate me—"
She leaned forward and kissed him fiercely.
Mu Xiaoxiao's last words were cut off. Her soft, moist lips pressed against his. The girl's hair fell across his cheek — ticklish, tingling.
Their four lips pressed tightly together. Yui thrust her tongue forward boldly, initiating a lingering, hot deep kiss. Her tongue tangled with his; they sucked each other's saliva, as if she wanted to swallow his tongue into her stomach.
"Mm... woo, slurp... hoo..."
The French kiss lasted a long time before they parted. Obata Yui's wet eyelashes trembled as she stared resentfully at Mu Xiaoxiao, who seemed slightly dazed before her. After their lips separated, a thin strand of saliva stretched from the corner of her mouth before finally breaking.
Her plump, glossy cherry lips parted slightly, continuously breathing out fragrant air — utterly alluring.
"Yes, I hate you. I hate you the most~"
She spoke again, but this time her tone was soft — tenderness mixed with resentment. She began unbuttoning his school uniform with both hands, stroking Mu Xiaoxiao's strong muscles and body, her eyes growing hazy.
At the same time, she removed her own clothes.
She pressed her plump breasts against his chest, sliding and rubbing, while gently kissing and licking his neck.
She displayed her body's wonderful charms without hesitation, presenting her beautiful, seductive side before him. Between licks and kisses, she murmured.
"But even so... Xiaoxiao, love me~"
She was emotional.