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When he looked up, he met a pair of heterochromatic contact lenses—the left eye was a cat-like vertical pupil, while the right eye had a star-shaped pupil. On her exaggerated yet exquisitely made-up face, her expression quickly changed from annoyance to curiosity.
"It's okay, meow~" Yutenji Wakana tilted her head and looked Chen Xiao up and down, her voice sweet but deliberately affected, "Are you doing this on purpose?"
Chen Xiao was startled, but remained outwardly calm: "Why do you say that?"
"Because you look too perfect, like the male protagonist in a meticulously planned encounter." Ruomai narrowed her eyes, her glittery nails lightly tapping her chin. "And your heart didn't even race. A normal person would be a little nervous if they bumped into someone, right?"
Chen Xiao became secretly wary—this girl was more perceptive than he had imagined. He decided to change his strategy and directly use the succubus's abilities.
"You found out." Chen Xiao's eyes suddenly deepened. "Actually... I was drawn in by your music."
Ruomai's expression froze instantly, her heterochromatic pupils widening slightly: "My...music?"
“The drummer of AveMujica, right?” Chen Xiao gently took her hand and placed the last lipstick back in her palm. “I’ve seen your performance videos online. Your drumming... is very unique, like…”
"What does it look like?" Ruomai asked eagerly, her fingers unconsciously tightening.
Chen Xiao leaned close to her ear, his breath brushing against her earlobe: "It sounds like she's pleading for help."
Ruomai suddenly took a step back, her smile vanishing: "You...who exactly are you?"
“Someone who appreciates you.” Chen Xiao pulled a business card from his pocket—it had MyGO printed on it. “Interested in talking? About music, about…the secrets hidden in the rhythm.”
Ruomai stared at the business card for a few seconds, then suddenly reverted to her exaggeratedly sweet expression: "Meow haha~ Interesting! But I still have a live stream today..."
"Tomorrow at 3 PM, at this address." Chen Xiao pointed to the studio on the business card. "I'll wait for you until 3:15 PM. No waiting after that."
After saying that, he turned and left, deliberately slowing his pace to feel the burning gaze on his back.
Chen Xiao didn't turn around; he knew the fish had taken the bait.
At 2:50 p.m. the next day, Chen Xiao was setting up equipment in a recording studio converted from an abandoned factory. This was a place he had specially prepared for this meeting—dim lighting, a well-soundproofed environment, and various instruments arranged deliberately; every detail had been carefully designed.
Chen Xiao sneered, unscrewed and capped a bottle of mineral water, and placed it in a conspicuous position.
At exactly three o'clock, the sound of the iron gate being pushed open rang out. Ruomai was dressed in a gothic style outfit today, a black lace dress paired with platform boots, and her makeup was even more exaggerated, with a blue teardrop drawn under her right eye.
“The punctual little wildcat,” Chen Xiao said without turning his head, his fingers gliding across a series of notes on the keyboard. “Welcome to my territory.”
Ruomai looked around warily: "This place... is very special."
“Just as special as you.” Chen Xiao finally turned around. Today he was wearing a black turtleneck sweater, which made his skin look even paler and his eyes even more profound. “Would you like something to drink? We only have water and… water.”
Ruomai chuckled, her tense shoulders relaxing a bit: "Water's fine, meow~"
Chen Xiao handed her the bottle of water he had prepared, but Ruomai did not drink it immediately; instead, she put it aside.
"Don't you believe me?" Chen Xiao raised an eyebrow.
"It's a professional habit~" Ruomai wagged her finger, "Beauty bloggers pay a lot of attention to diet management, meow!"
Chen Xiao shrugged noncommittally, walked over to the drum set and sat down: "I heard you're ambidextrous? Show me?"
Ruomai's eyes lit up, and she immediately put down her bag and sat down in front of the drums. The moment she picked up the drumsticks, her entire demeanor changed—she was no longer the pretentious beauty blogger, but a focused musician.
The drumbeats poured down like a torrential rain, and the complex and aggressive rhythms echoed in the confined space.
Chen Xiao closed his eyes, feeling the emotions hidden in the rhythm—anger, loneliness, a longing to be understood... and a faint tendency toward self-destruction.
As the last note faded, fine beads of sweat appeared on Ruomai's forehead, and his breathing became slightly rapid.
"How is it?" She looked at Chen Xiao expectantly, her eyes flashing with an unusual light.
Chen Xiao didn't answer immediately. Instead, he walked up to her, knelt on one knee, and looked directly into her eyes: "Why do you hide your true self?"
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Ruomai's smile froze on her face: "I...I don't know what you're talking about."
“Those exaggerated performances in those videos, those deliberate movements on stage…” Chen Xiao’s voice grew lower and lower, almost a whisper, “and the emptiness that flashes in your eyes every time you finish drumming. What are you looking for? Ruomai, or rather… Nyamu?”
Ruomai's breathing became rapid, and her heterochromatic pupils contracted sharply: "You...how could you..."
“Because we are the same kind.” Chen Xiao reached out and touched her cheek, his thumb gently wiping away the drawn teardrop. “We are all using masks to cover up the emptiness in our hearts.”
Ruomai suddenly grabbed Chen Xiao's wrist: "Prove it to me."
Chen Xiao smiled slightly and turned to the guitar beside him. The moment his fingers plucked the strings, the air in the entire room seemed to freeze.
That was no ordinary music—the sound of the piano seemed to act directly on the soul, stirring up the deepest desires and fears within one's heart.
Ruomai's expression changed from doubt to shock, and finally to a morbid obsession.
Her body began to sway involuntarily to the music, and her eyes welled up with an unnatural glint of tears.
"What...is this..." she murmured, her voice trembling.
"The real me." Chen Xiao put down his guitar and walked up to her. "Now, it's your turn."
.. . ....
Ruomai's chest heaved violently. Suddenly, she grabbed the bottle of water and gulped down several mouthfuls. Then she looked directly into Chen Xiao's eyes and asked, "What do you want from me?"
“Many.” Chen Xiao’s fingers slid down her arm. “Your talent, your… loyalty, like Toyokawa Shoko.”
Upon hearing Xiangzi's name, Ruomai's body visibly stiffened: "Xiangzi... she's complicated."
"For example, what was the real reason she disbanded MyGO?!" Chen Xiao pressed, "It wasn't just about money, was it?"
Ruomai's eyes began to glaze over. She swayed and steadied herself against the drum stand to avoid falling. "What...what did you put in the water?"
“It’s just something to help you relax.” Chen Xiao supported her swaying body. “Now, tell me everything about Xiangzi.”
Romai's resistance crumbled rapidly under the combined effects of the drugs and the succubus's abilities.
She recounted Xiangzi's plan, haltingly—how to defeat MyGO at the music festival, how to exploit the psychological weaknesses of each band member...
Chen Xiao listened with satisfaction, gently stroking Ruomai's hair with his fingers: "Very good...very good...So, would you like to join me? Become one of my people?"
Ruomai's eyes were unfocused, but a strange smile curled at the corner of her lips: "If...if you could let me feel more...more of that kind of music..."
Chen Xiao knew the time was ripe. He lowered his head and kissed Ruomai's lips, simultaneously activating the full power of the succubus system. Ruomai's body trembled violently, her fingers gripping Chen Xiao's clothes tightly, like a drowning person grasping at a straw.
When the long kiss ended, Ruomai's eyes had completely changed—they were a look that was a mixture of infatuation, dependence, and madness.
"Lord Chen... Lord Chen Xiao..." she gasped, her voice filled with an unprecedented submissiveness, "I... I think I belong only to you now..."
[Ding! Host has successfully won over the key character, Yutenji Wakana!]
[Reward Obtained: Soul Resonance (Advanced)]
[Unlock new ability: Mind Resonance, allowing you to deeply perceive the target's emotions and implant suggestions.]
Chen Xiao looked at Ruomai, who was limp in his arms, with satisfaction, and gently stroked her sweaty forehead: "Good girl... from now on, you belong to me."
"Master Chen Xiao," Ruomai's eyes shone brightly, "what can I do for you?"
"It's alright, you can go back to the band first. You and Hachiman Kairin are both my undercover agents in the band!"
"it is good!"
"Remember to tell me more about Wakaba Mutsu and Hatsuka, such as where they usually appear."
"Okay! I'll let Master know as soon as I have any news." Ruomai's body felt slightly warm. "Master, could I be pregnant?"
"Who knows?" IV.
Chapter 118 Getting Wakaba Mutsu Pregnant Too, First Meeting with Ryougi Shiki
When Yutenji Wakana pushed open the door to AveMujica's rehearsal room, her fingers were still trembling slightly.
Chen Xiao's breath seemed to still linger on the corner of her mouth, and that thrilling pleasure still made her legs weak, and even walking became a little strange.
"Dear Meow Dream, you're three minutes late." Toyokawa Shoko adjusted the guitar effects pedals without looking up, her glasses reflecting a cold light.
Ruomai exaggeratedly stuck out her tongue: "Sorry, meow~ I ran into a fan on the way!" She skipped towards the drum stand, blinking her heterochromatic eyes as she passed Hachiman Kairin. Kairin quickly lowered her head, but Ruomai still caught the blush rising on her ears—this bassist had obviously experienced a similar "baptism" as herself.
Xiangzi clapped her hands to gather everyone together: "Today we're rehearsing the new song 'The Fallen God's Image.' The lyrics and sheet music are on the table." She unfolded a sheet of music, which was densely covered with distorted notes and blasphemous lyrics. "I want the purest darkness and the most extreme depravity."
Ruo Ye Mu picked up the sheet music, her emerald eyes widening slightly: "This... is too extreme."
“Extremes are the truth,” Xiangzi sneered. “Music should tear apart the false light.”
Ruomai immediately chimed in, "That sounds amazing, meow!" She secretly took a picture of the sheet music with her phone and sent it to Chen Xiao, adding the comment, "Master, Xiangzi has gone mad w"
Sanka Chuka silently picked up the lead vocal sheet music, her delicate face revealing no emotion.
Hai “217” Bell mechanically adjusted the bass string pitch, avoiding eye contact with anyone.
Not long after rehearsal began, Mutsumi Wakaba suddenly stopped playing the guitar: "Stop for a moment." Her voice was very soft, but it silenced everyone. "The arrangement of this solo... will hurt the listeners' eardrums."
"So what?" Xiangzi took off his guitar, his eyes behind his glasses flashing with a dangerous light. "Pain is what brings people to their senses."
“Music shouldn’t just convey pain.” Wakaba Mutsumi gripped the pick tightly. “We weren’t like this before…”
"Before?" Xiangzi smashed an effects pedal. "The old MyGO!!!!! It was ridiculously naive!" She grabbed Ruoye Mutsu by the neck. "Or... do you prefer Chen Xiao's fake healing style?"
Ruomai seized the opportunity to film another video. In the video, Ruo Yemu's face was ashen: "I just feel..."
"Feel what? Feel the sunshine? Feel hope?" Xiangzi mockingly imitated the sweet tone, "Go find your Lord Chen Xiao! He'd be more than happy to take in a traitor!"
Ruoye Mutsu's guitar slammed to the ground with a thud. She rushed out of the rehearsal room without looking back, smashing the wind chimes on the door frame to pieces.
"Continue rehearsing," Xiangzi said coldly, as if nothing had happened.
Ruomai immediately messaged Chen Xiao: "Master, Xiaomu has been kicked out! She's heading towards the shopping street now (≧▽≦)"
Ruo Yemu wandered aimlessly through the shopping street, clutching the sheet music for "Quiet," a song written by Chen Xiao, tightly in her hand.
As she passed by a music store, the guitar displayed in the window made her stop—it was the same model as the one Chen Xiao used.
"The tone suits you very well."
A familiar voice came from behind.
If Ye Mu suddenly turned around, Chen Xiao was standing in the glow of the setting sun, holding two cups of hot drinks in his hands.
"Matcha latte, no sugar." He handed over a cup. "I think you'll like it."
Ruoye Mu didn't answer: "You...what are you doing here?"
"I'm buying guitar strings." Chen Xiao waved the accessory bag in his hand, his smile open. "Would you like to hear the tone of this guitar?"
Before she could answer, the shop assistant had already enthusiastically taken out the guitar: "Please feel free to try it out!"
Chen Xiao's slender fingers plucked the strings, playing the melody of "Quiet".