"Hello! Miss, don't go up the mountain alone so late!" "Yes! Yes! I heard that there has been frequent volcanic activity recently and it is likely to erupt. It would be better not to go up the mountain." "Especially late at night, it's not good to go up the mountain alone! Miss!"
"Strange! Why is this person like this? They don't even listen." "Damn it, we've warned them before. Don't listen to her family's affairs." "Is that okay?" "How about you catch up with her and tell her yourself?"
Walking aimlessly, now Monica is no different from the ghoul. I don't know why she came to this place, but what if she found out? Monica doesn't care at all. The whole person and consciousness were filled with that scene of hell' The words' disappointment 'are not enough to describe her current mood, and Monica is just wasting infinite time by walking. Who knows if there will be an end to this situation.
The road up the mountain is not easy to walk, but as Monissa steps down, the distance gradually decreases. The plants around are no longer lush green, perhaps due to winter or volcanic activity.
As the trees gradually decreased and the grass gradually disappeared, a strong smell of sulfur permeated the air. Monissa finally regained her consciousness and set aside Dim sum to think beyond her confusion. She didn't know what to do when she came to such a place, nor did she know how much time it took. But looking at the increasingly white sky in the east, she knew it was probably over. However, she had already finished playing from the beginning and didn't care about how it ended.
People are wonderful creatures, and when they see the mountaintop, they want to climb. The difference lies in whether they actually do it or think about it. The mountaintop was right in front of her, and she only needed a few steps to satisfy her desire to reach it, so Monica naturally walked up to the mountaintop.
The original confusion was resolved in this moment, and she understood why she had to walk to the top of the mountain. The pale sky in front of her and the rolling lava below were like telling her the answer, but here appeared another multiple-choice question: Do you want to die under the first dawn? Or die under the magma?
The clouds in the east began to change color, and no matter what Monica chose, the end had come. It's just that the lava below seems to be summoning itself. The voice of "come on! Come on!" lingered in Monica's ear as she took a big step and then fell!
Monica lay among a pile of broken wood, looking at the hole that should have appeared on the roof. The scenery outside the cave entrance is the only clock tower in Platinum City.
I remember I was just thinking about things on it... why did it fall off? Did I doze off? So it fell down, no wonder I dreamt about jumping into the fire mountain pass back then... Sigh~
"Mmm~That lady... you... you left all of us..."
A refined male voice came from the side, and Monica lowered her head to look at her feet. Smashing someone else's roof and falling into the debris, I maintained an indecent posture with my legs open. And the clothes become torn and tattered under the cutting of fragments, which is even more unsightly.
The front end of the foot is a boy sitting on the only bed in the room, wearing a slightly discolored hoodie that has already been washed. Although I covered my face with both hands, I could still see the other person's peeping eyes through my fingers.
With a sweet smile, Monica changed her position and sat among the broken pieces of wood, carefully observing the other person. Dark black hair and eyeballs are distinctive features of Easterners, but the pale cheeks and exposed skin outside of clothing give off a sickly feeling. Basically, this kind of boy won't make people feel annoying, but instead will make people want to take good care of him.
After finally putting down his hands that covered his face, the boy trembled and asked, "Who are you? How could you fall off the roof? It's okay, isn't it?"
Just as she was about to reply, Monica was interrupted by a cough. Watching the boy bend over, one hand holding his stomach and the other covering his mouth in pain, Monica slowly walked to the bedside and lightly patted the boy's back.
When the boy's cough stopped, Monica said softly, "You're sick, and you're still quite sick."
After hearing the gentle voice, the boy looked at Monica in surprise and quickly said, "How do you know! Do you have superpowers?"
"When you see the blood coughing on your hand, everyone knows you're seriously ill, right?" Monica pointed to the bright red color on the boy's palm and said with a hint of anger and amusement.
"Ah~It's also..."
Just as he was about to find something to wipe off the blood, the boy's hand was grabbed by Monica. Licking a mouthful of red liquid, Monica licked her lips as if she was still unsatisfied, intoxicated. This is almost an action done against the boy's face, which really attracts this green and inexperienced opposite sex.
Looking at the beautiful lips in front of him, the boy seemed to be attracted by an unknown magic. With the subtle movements of lightly licking, slightly opening, and tightly closing, the bulging of the chest becomes increasingly intense. The boy's pale cheeks were inexplicably polished, and the soft sound emanating from his lips made the blush extend to his ears and neck.
"Although it feels a bit sick and disgusted, the scent of virginity is really unbearable."
The soft voice, which has a stronger effect than hypnosis, makes the boy forget both the sky and the earth. Apart from the lips in his eyes and mind, there is a beautiful face that is less than a finger away from his own face. The fragrance from Monica's body flowed into her nose one after another, and the infatuated feeling did not numb her, but rather brought waves of higher pleasure.
The continuously rising climax has made the boy unable to distinguish between reality and falsehood, he just focused all his willpower on the moment in front of him. Their lips were pressed together, and Monica could only slightly lean over her nose, enjoying not only the slippery pleasure but also the pleasure of friction between her noses.
This situation seems to have gone through a lifetime, and I am a bit disappointed with the interrupted kissing of the boy. However, Monica withdrew her neck and smiled shyly, saying, "The kissing technique is not very good yet, but there is room for improvement."
I couldn't even hear a word or two from Monica, I just enjoyed her voice as the most beautiful music in the world. The boy was immersed in those blue eyes, as if he was about to be sucked deep by the deep blue, but he didn't notice the exceptionally sharp and restless tiger teeth.
"What's your name?"
The most common question asked at such a time is whether the boy has heard it or not. But Monica didn't seem to care much, she just touched the boy's lips. And the tongue is like a paintbrush, painting the rich lips, the sharp chin, and gently painting the delicate white neck. The sparkling tiger teeth are also twice as long as usual, just like a precursor for vampires to do something bad.
"I'm back... I'm sorry, I walked at the wrong door."
The sudden disturbance caused both people in the room to come to a standstill without any movement.
The door that had just closed was opened with even more brutal force. "No! This is my home, that's right! Who are you? Ah! Philo... Miss."
"Hello," Monica pretended to have a slightly false smile and waved her hand as if nothing had happened just now. At this moment, the boy quickly retreated to the wall, frightened to see everything in front of him.
"Brother..."
"Brother?" Monica squinted her eyes and looked at the boy's big brother. Green armor, with one hand holding a helmet and the other holding a shield. On the shield is a side view of a leaping Jaguar, and below it is the ancient Roman numeral "III" with three vertical lines. It seems that the brothers are just three groups of apprentice knights under Yan Ni's command in the Jaguar Knights.
"Miss Fislow, what are you doing here?"
Watching the big hole in the ceiling being knocked out by herself, Monica shrugged helplessly and smiled. Walking up to the apprentice knight, he pointed to the large hole in the ceiling and said, "I'm sorry! I knocked a big hole out of your roof. If I stayed overnight here, I would probably become a vampire tomorrow. I'll come and play in the future. Oh! By the way, tell Yanni about this, she should help you deal with it... I don't know. Anyway, goodbye." She left a lip print on the boy's cheek and left without looking back.
"Brother, she is..."
"The Great Mage among the Seven Samurai..."
"Then I..."
"Don't ask me..."
On the streets of late night, there was an empty silence, but Monica walked in such an environment with a quite happy mood. What gradually grew in front of me was Yan Ni's Count's mansion. The knight guarding the door recognized the approaching woman and opened the door first, waiting for the female vampire to enter.
I don't know why my mood is getting lower and lower. I detest being in such a strange place, being with a group of little ghosts for no reason, and being indifferent to the current situation. Disgust, disgust, disgust... The accumulated disgust over hundreds of years has surged to the top of my mind in one breath today. Life seems so boring, and all the gods like to oppose themselves. What is the meaning of such a life.
The unhappiness brought about by psychology also affects physiology. Today is already the third day I have been locked in my room, and in the dark space, I am sitting alone on the bed. The group of optimists outside may have forgotten that there is such a depressed vampire around.
I don't know when it started, but food is just for oneself to taste. It doesn't matter if you haven't eaten for three or two days, as long as you feel a slight feeling of fasting, eat a raw egg or let a flower wither to restore its original state' Hmph! It's becoming more and more like a monster. The self deprecating voice echoed in the enclosed room.
When did the sound have an outlet for release? The gentle laughter sounded a little different, and a slight light shone through the corners of the eyes.
"Monica... what's wrong? Locked herself in the room for so long?"
"Is Jess...?" I never expected this little ghost to have such a gentle voice, which was once something she longed for but couldn't get.
"I don't know if he has any children left behind?" Monica, who had been thinking this way for three days, changed her unchanged posture. Originally sitting on the bed with curled feet, she relaxed and leaned back against the upright pillow. My limbs also stretched out for the first time, and my gaze was empty as I gazed at the ceiling.
"Why are you crying?"
"Did I cry?" There was only a slight sense of discord on my face, it turned out to be traces of tears. I don't know how long I haven't shed tears, and I can't even believe that I still have tears to shed. Monica couldn't help but laugh at the thought, her gentle laughter tinged with a hint of tears. When will such a bitter smile turn into a wailing cry? I don't even know, I only know that this sour taste is felt for the first time.
"Monica..." The hand gently placed on her shoulder was like a hammer breaking through the embankment. The original laughter turned into a sobbing sound, and the twitching shoulders seemed to describe one's helplessness and loneliness.
The urge to cry surged in her heart, and Monica could no longer restrain herself. My eyes were tightly closed and my mouth was slightly open, ready to cry bitterly, but before the sound came out, it was replaced by another strange feeling. A damp and warm feeling, and two extra hands on my body that don't belong to me.
"Uh... no..." Monica tried to struggle, but her strength disappeared like within herself
The intentionally exposed curtains brought in the morning sunlight again. I don't know if the angle was not adjusted properly or what. Today is the fourth morning, and the sunlight still hasn't shone on Monica.
Looking at the person lying beside me, a different smell surged in my throat. That slender neck made me involuntarily lick my upper lip. Unlike the previous eerie gaze that appeared on this face, the feeling of longing for blood returned to me.
"Ah! Monica, you're awake." Jess reluctantly sat up and rubbed his eyes.
Monica, who had regained her original expression, curled up her legs and hugged her. "Last night... why did you... hug me?"
It sounds like a strange question, but Jess also made a very strange expression. Scratching his own cheek, his gaze drifted to other places and he dared not look directly at Monica. "Um... that... because... I don't know any other way to keep girls from crying..."
"Huh~" Monica replied weakly after hearing the helpless answer, "What kind of comfort are you?"
Looking back at himself, Jess approached step by step and said, "Isn't it okay?"
"I didn't... sob..."
Their lips pressed together again, and the intertwined tenderness seemed to return to Monica.
"Knock! Knock! Knock!" The knocking on the door disturbed the two people who were cultivating their emotions. I only saw Sally standing at the door of the room. "Hey! Are you hungry, both of you? Let's have breakfast. If we don't come down again, we'll have some misfortune!"
Looking at the very ignorant guy, Jess said unhappily, "What misfortune will happen!"
"For example, if someone else swallows their breakfast, Michael and Jack are already eagerly waiting next to your portion. As soon as it's time for dinner, you see if you'll have any misfortune. Oh! Also, if you have to close the room door in the future, please shout softly and make sure you don't make any noise all night. I'm really annoyed. It's also making Adam afraid to stay in his room and come to my side to sleep, making me unable to sleep. I have to watch the door all night to prevent Jack from rushing in and listen to your cries. Oh my goodness! Is there anything more unfortunate in this world?"
Jack's voice came from downstairs: "Dead Sally, it turns out Adam is in your room! Say, have you done anything?"
"Damn it! Don't blame me for the extra portion that will come out later. Besides, what do you want me to do to an eleven or twelve year old girl?" Sally shouted as she walked downstairs.
Jess quickly got up from bed, grabbed his pants and put them on, shouting, "Hey! I'm coming down now, don't move my breakfast!"
Watching Jess jump around in front of the bed, desperately wearing his pants, Monica reached out to Jess and said, "Jess, do you choose me or breakfast?"
Jess, who had put on his pants, was stunned for a moment before rushing back to bed and kissing Monica's lips. "Oh my little fool, don't let me make such a difficult choice." After speaking, Jess immediately rushed out of the door and shouted, "Hey! You bastard! If you dare to touch my breakfast, I'll fight with you all."
A chorus like voice came from downstairs: "Haha! It's too late, let's get moving."
"Damn it!"
As she watched everything go by, Monica buried her head between her bent knees and murmured, "You've made a choice, Jess."
For a long time, Monica felt as if someone was patting her shoulder again. "Monica... Monica."
"What's up?" Finally, he raised his head and realized that Jess was holding a plate of sandwiches, gently patting his shoulder.
Holding the sandwich in front of him, Jess smiled and said, "Come on, eat it! I've been pestering that heartless Sally to make it for you. Eat some."
"Is that right, Jess? Are you feeling unwell for lunch or dinner today? Let me know."
"Ah! Sally! Why did you come up?"
Looking at Jess's awkward smile, Sally continued, "Who told you to run too fast? You ran up as soon as the sandwich was ready. That's why I brought a cup of black tea myself."
"Haha! Haha!" Listening to the awkward laughter that intended to change the topic, Jess quickly shifted his gaze back to Monica. "Haha! Monica, why don't you have some first and then pair it with black tea?"
With a faint smile on her face, Monica got out of bed and sat in front of the dressing table, looking at the empty mirror.
Jess's voice came from behind. "What's wrong?"
"No?" Monica shook her head gently. "I just remembered that I haven't seen my face for a long time."
"That's not easy!" After speaking, Jess waved the sandwich in Sally's hand and rushed out of the room.
The two people in the room shook their heads as they watched Jess rush out of the door. Sally walked up to Monica with her black tea and sandwich and said, "Don't you get dressed first?"
Monica looked at Sally in confusion and only heard her continue, "Don't underestimate your own charm."
After a smile, Monica walked back to the bed and draped herself in a silk nightgown. At this moment, Jess also rushed back and pushed Monica back to bed to sit down. He also pulled a chair and sat in front of her. Take out the paper and pen I found somewhere and start drawing and doodling.
Sally, standing behind Jess and looking at her, frowned more and more unsightly. Only Jess is still unconsciously struggling to draw.
After a few moments, Jess shouted, "Alright! Look, it looks like it!" Then he turned the paper around and showed Monica her masterpiece.
Looking at the circle on the paper, it was wrapped in a circle, and the largest circle also had a bunch of weeds growing on it. "Sally, does this look like me?" Monica asked in a low voice
Sally shook her head decisively, while the others gathered in Monica's room at this moment.
"Why complain about peanuts?" Mifa asked, holding black tea in one hand and biting into a sandwich.
"Hey! Can you talk after finishing your meal?" Yan Ni cursed beside her.
And Jess happily spread his masterpiece in front of everyone. "Monica said she hasn't seen her face for a long time, so I drew a picture of her face for her to see. Look, it looks very similar!"
Everyone made different expressions. Mifa was desperately drinking black tea and swallowing the sandwich she had just choked on; Yanni stared blankly in place; Jack squatted next to him and laughed loudly; Adam ran out of the door and walked back with his belly in his arms after a while, and from the twitching of his body, he could still see the feeling of her struggling to endure a smile.
No matter how foolish a person is, they will always know everyone's reaction, and of course, Jess is not a wooden person. But he still defended himself by saying, "It must have been because I was in a bad condition just now, and drawing another picture would definitely not be like this." As soon as he finished speaking, he crumpled the previous picture into a ball and threw it aside.
Just as she was about to start redrawing, Yanni took a piece of paper from Jess's hand and also took one from the box with a pile of pens on the side. "I'll come too, I'll definitely paint better than you!"
Yanni took the lead and everyone else took a pen and paper. After saying "I can do it too!", they each found a place to sit down and started drawing Monica.
Suddenly surrounded by six little boys and girls, and occasionally glancing at her face, Monica felt a little uneasy. But this feeling is also the first time. As an observer, she is also observing others. Six people, six focused and serious faces, made Monica laugh.
"Don't move!" I don't know who said the sentence. After hearing this, Monica immediately straightened her chest, sat upright, and showed a serious expression.
The solemn atmosphere lasted for a while, and everyone was getting through it seriously, except for Monica who didn't know what to do. Although she also put on a serious expression, looking at the faces of others still makes her unconsciously laugh.
"Alright!" "I'm also okay!"... Everyone gradually completed their own works, but no one showed them to others first. They are all held in their own arms, intending to see others first.
After looking at each other for a long time, Jess spoke up and said, "Count to three and spread it out."
The others nodded seriously and focused on Jess. Just listening to Jess counting, "One, two, three!"
As soon as the character "three" appeared, everyone made a deliberate feint, and none of the paintings that were supposed to be spread out were spread out. Everyone chuckled foolishly, feeling slightly embarrassed. Jack spoke up and said, "Stop playing tricks. This time when you hear three, you must spread out the picture, otherwise you will be served severely. Do you know?"
Everyone nodded in agreement, but Jack fanned his eyes a few times and shouted, "Three!" Everyone was so scared that they spread out the picture.
"Yanni, what kind of ghost picture are you drawing? Do you think the melon seed face is a painting of a melon seed on top, and just a few more sesame seeds will count?"
"Shut up! You haven't made much progress even after redrawing. What qualifications do you have to criticize someone?"
"Sally... you..."
"Enough! Mifa, I know my level, so don't say anything more."
"Wahaha!"
"Laugh nonsense! Jack, you're not doing much better either."
In the chaotic room, Monica looked at Adam sitting next to her with her painting and asked, "Adam, who do you think painted the most?"
"Mmm~" Adam pouted and carefully considered for a moment. "It doesn't look like..."
"Yeah. Hmph haha~" Monica tried her best to cover her mouth, but her explicit smile couldn't be concealed.
"Wow, ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah~Nightmare!"
"What's going on, what's going on?" the Countess, who rushed in, asked in panic.
Startled and sweating profusely, Monica sat on the bed and turned to look at the Countess, who had already been groomed, in her luxurious rose colored low cut dress for home use. Looking at the sunlight on the hallway outside the door, casting shadows on the window frames, Monica realized that it was already morning.
Sitting on the bed with a slight disgust, Monica leaned against her head, completely ignoring Caiyanni.
"What's wrong? Have you had another nightmare?" Yan Ni first instructed the waiters outside to pull the curtains of the corridor. Then she closed the door and sat next to Monica, gently asking.
"The most terrifying thing these days..."
"Is it okay? Faced with it, even the most terrifying memories will fade away. Isn't that the method you often tell us?"
"Oh! Don't do it. Oh my god! Let me forget, don't make me remember anymore..."
Seeing that Monica's expression was not fear, but rather with a hint of wonder, Yanni knew there should be no problem. Regardless of what the person on the bed was thinking, Yi Zi took a set of light orange suits and threw them onto the bed. "Let's go have breakfast together, and then accompany me to the practice hall. I've been studying what you left behind these past few days, only to realize that I really don't know how to use it. Compared to ordinary fists, it feels like what you left behind is more fragile. Teach me then."
"Oh!" With a simple reply, Monica got out of bed and changed clothes. Yan Ni continued, "In a few days, it will be J-Days. This year, Duke Wellings invited the lords of the Northern Land to his mansion to celebrate. You are also on the invitation list, and we have all decided to participate. You won't miss it, will you? What clothes will you wear when you go? I'm really looking forward to it. It will definitely attract the attention of the whole audience, the beautiful Seven Samurai sisters. You say so!"
As she wiped her sweaty body, Monica said, "Wearing a puppet costume is enough. It will definitely meet your requirements."
"No! I don't want to use that way. Is there any clothing that can highlight our outstanding figure and attract everyone's attention?"
"Just don't wear it."
The Countess, who was being obsessed with flowers, became foolish. "You're not serious, are you?"
Monica, who turned her back to Yanni, did not respond at all. Yan Ni said in a more helpless tone, "You're joking, aren't you?"
Still no response.