With practiced ease, Toyokawa Sakiko used someone else’s phone to log into her own account, then found that familiar yellow flower profile picture.
The moment she opened it, she saw a pile of unread messages.
Most of them seemed to have been sent one after another starting two days ago.
Message sent two days ago: “Sakiko, Soyo wants to see you.” “?” Message sent one day ago: “I couldn’t contact you, so I went to your house to ask about you.
Your grandfather said you were staying with your uncle.” Message sent seven hours ago: “I visited your uncle’s place.
He drank a lot and said you had already gone home.” Toyokawa Sakiko: ???
I went home?
Why didn’t I know about that?
The moment she read this, Sakiko’s eyes widened.
Also, without her working to earn money, where had her father gotten the money to drink?
So she had spent all this time worrying that her father and grandfather would discover she was missing, yet aside from Mutsumi, neither of them had noticed at all?
And if she had gone missing while her father still had alcohol to drink, did that mean even after being driven out of the Toyokawa family, he was not completely penniless?
Then what had all her desperate work meant?
Earning money, taking care of her father, resisting her grandfather’s decision, trying to prove her own worth to him—what had any of it been for?
In that instant, a huge wave of confusion surged into Toyokawa Sakiko’s heart.
Her mind felt like a short-circuiting mess, countless brainwaves jumping around, colliding madly, and scattering sparks everywhere.
The final message had been sent four hours ago: “I went to Sakiko’s house again.
I couldn’t find Sakiko.” “Because I never went home in the first place, desuwa!” Toyokawa Sakiko accidentally shouted out loud.
Her voice broke the silence of the night and woke the man sleeping beside her.
He let out a vague, sleepy murmur.
“Mm?” Seeing that, Sakiko hurriedly hid the phone under the blanket, afraid he would notice the light.
In the pitch-black room, the man groggily reached toward the bedside where his phone had been charging.
But other than an empty charging cable, he found nothing.
His awareness cleared slightly, and after giving up on searching for his phone, he reached toward the light switch.
The thought of lying here, completely naked under another man’s covers, sent a jolt of panic through Sakiko.
If he managed to turn on the light, he’d see her just like this—a scene of utter humiliation.
She didn’t even know how to explain why she was here in the first place.
Suddenly alert, she reached out, gently grasping his arm to restrict his movement and prevent him from flipping the switch.
In the process, the distance between her and this man inevitably shrank until they were almost pressed together.
Akira, unable to find the light switch, was still caught between sleep and wakefulness.
The girl’s fragrance wafted past his nose, and the sensation of a soft, tender body settling into his arms stirred a lingering afterglow from their passionate encounter a few days ago.
His fragile, crumbling dream was patched and reinforced by these new sensations.
Driven by his instincts, his body reacted to the dream.
He withdrew his arm and wrapped it around the warm, petite figure in his arms.
He rested his chin on top of her fragrant, thick hair, his hand automatically finding its place on her soft breast.
He gave it a gentle squeeze and murmured, “Be good, stop squirming.” “Eek~” Sakiko’s legs clamped shut, her entire body stiffening as she dared not move.
The searing heat and sudden squeeze on her breast forced a soft, humiliated whimper from her lips.
Her golden eyes shimmered with unshed tears.
Although he did not do anything further, this was already far too close!
Time passed second by second.
Toyokawa Sakiko had never wanted to turn back into a cat so badly.
At least as a cat, she would not have to worry about moving and waking someone up, nor would she have to experience something this embarrassing!
Yesterday, she had clearly turned back into a cat after only a short while.
Why was she staying human for so long today?!
Even after the man behind her fell deeply asleep again, Sakiko still could not relax.
Instead, she felt more and more like she had thorns pressing against her back.
She squirmed slightly, trying to escape the feeling of being poked by a weapon, but her upper body remained trapped in his embrace.
Then, at one particular moment, Sakiko went completely still.
Her pale lips pressed together, her pupils trembling.
The “weapon” was no longer pressing against her back.
Because it had moved lower.
I’m no longer pure.
This damn world is just too cruel to a girl, desuwa!
I never want to be human again!
With trembling hands, Toyokawa Sakiko pulled the phone back out from under the blanket.
Because she had never let go of it, the screen was still lit.
She sent Mutsumi a message, saying that she had run into some trouble recently and needed time to deal with it.
She might not be able to return for a while.
As for CRYCHIC, she could no longer go back either.
She asked Mutsumi to tell Soyo not to cling to her anymore.
If Soyo still wanted to rebuild the band, then there was no need for them to meet.
After that, she logged out of her account, cleared the usage traces, and placed the phone back beside the pillow.
Feeling the large hand on her chest, she tried to gently push it away.
But she failed.
Instead, the bastard squeezed her again, snuggling even closer and holding her tighter, as if trying to merge her into his very body.
“Mm…” The girl let out a soft sound, her face flushed red and her expression utterly world-weary.
She even began imagining the hopeless scene that would unfold if she failed to turn back by morning, and this guy woke up to find her lying in his bed like this.
Even so, she still did not dare move too much and wake him early.
Between social death now and possible social death later, Toyokawa Sakiko chose possible social death later.
The girl closed her eyes and imagined herself as a corpse.
While waiting for death, she worked hard to learn how to be a quiet dead person.
Let everything be destroyed.
As long as she died, she would not suffer social death.
Time passed second by second.
About half an hour after Toyokawa Sakiko had turned back into a human, the change appeared again.
The miracle vanished, and the girl gradually turned back into a blue kitten.
In his sleep, the warm presence in Akira’s arms disappeared.
His original hugging posture suddenly fell empty, and that abrupt change made the sleeping man subconsciously furrow his brow.
…
The next morning, Higashino Akira was woken up by the kitten kicking him.
For some reason, this little thing seemed to have developed some deep grudge against him overnight.
She kept hissing fiercely and smacking his head with her cat paws.
As an adult, he was not going to be hurt by a cat, but this was still far too inexplicable.
Akira yawned and opened his eyes.
Impatiently, he scooped up the kitten and rubbed her fluffy little belly all over his face.
Cat towel face wash complete.
Then he planted a loud kiss on the little thing and casually tossed the stunned cat back onto the bed.
“Good.
Very energetic.
Time to go jungling.” “Open the door!!!” Higashino Akira threw off the blanket, stood up from the bed, and began acting energetic and insane.
Then his expression suddenly froze.
Immediately after, he lowered his head, his expression turning subtle.
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