Chapter 177: Domestically Produced Plotlines
Su Mu kept her eyes tightly shut.
One second, two seconds—time stretched out, thick as pitch, yet her senses were magnified in that instant, every tiny change around her laid bare, especially the cool breeze brushing across her sensitive hips.
She couldn’t help but let her imagination run wild.
It was as if she wasn’t lying atop Ye Wanqing, but restrained inside a trap; and hovering behind her was not a pointer stick, but the twisted tentacle of some deep-sea creature.
She could feel the tentacle drawing closer, not in a rush to strike, but gently gliding over her skin, inch by inch, slipping under her last remaining cover, lifting it up.
The elastic band stretched tighter, drawn back like a fully pulled slingshot, held up by Ye Wanqing’s pointer stick.
The moment Su Mu let her guard down, it snapped back with a sharp crack.
“Mm!”
Su Mu’s eyes flew open.
It didn’t hurt as much as she’d imagined, but it was enough to seriously startle her.
“Heehee, Little Mouse Mu, I really do feel bad for you, you know. But if you say something nice, maybe I’ll be softhearted and let you off, hmm?”
Ye Wanqing grinned wickedly, pressing the pointer down on Su Mu as if she were kneading dough, rolling it back and forth.
Su Mu couldn’t suppress her voice anymore, flopping about like a fish out of water.
“I was wrong, I was wrong, okay? I’ll change right away! I’ll start writing first thing tomorrow morning!”
“Mmm, knowing your mistake is good, but starting tomorrow is a bit too late, isn’t it? Isn’t this the perfect inspiration right now?”
Ye Wanqing pinched the soft flesh at Su Mu’s side.
Though her technique was clumsier than Luo Jialan’s, as an older woman she had those long fingers and that overwhelming presence the other could never match.
Most importantly, being toyed with by her so-called “bad friend” pushed Su Mu’s embarrassment to the limit.
The physical sensations were secondary; what truly tortured her was the inner conflict.
‘Irina, this is all your fault. I’m about to get cheated on.’
‘I’m not even twenty yet. Two at twenty, four at forty, eight at eighty—am I going to be squeezed into mouse juice at this rate?’
“How is that my fault…” Irina muttered softly, guilty.
Of course, she had her reasons for doing this.
“Setting everything else aside, am I only allowed to watch you getting all lovey-dovey in the third layer of dreams, but not allowed to sneak off and play with someone else myself?”
‘Then can’t you just take my place, like before?’
“This is a dream, you know. Of course that kind of thing is impossible here.”
‘I don’t want to hear about that—wuwahhh—’
Irina clapped her hands over her ears, doing her best to ignore Su Mu’s wails.
If she can scream, that means she’s still got plenty of energy.
Thinking so, Irina withdrew her awareness from the upper layer of the dream and the real world, playing dead.
She hoped Little Su Mu can get through the night unscathed.
Anyway, nothing you feel in a dream gets carried over into reality—she’ll be up and lively as ever come morning.
***
The next day, Su Mu opened her bleary grayish eyes.
After staring at the ceiling for over ten seconds, she started rubbing her temples.
Her whole body ached, joints especially, as if she’d been battered all night long.
Her bedding was damp, clinging uncomfortably to her skin, but what felt even hotter was the soft body pressed tightly against her.
Ye Wanqing seemed back to normal now.
‘Looks like she’d used magic to dispel all those changes, but when did she end up behind me? I don’t remember at all.’
‘I remember she was that little thing pouncing into my arms….’
‘So tired. But if I don’t get up now, I’ll only get more exhausted.’
With a sigh, Su Mu broke free from Ye Wanqing’s embrace.
The latter, still dreaming, seemed to sense it and frowned in displeasure.
“Hiss, so uncomfortable. Tossed around all night in a dream… I need a shower.”
Muttering to herself, Su Mu left the room, unaware that “sleeping” Ye Wanqing’s lips had curled into a sly grin, ‘Little Mouse Mu, how can you take a dream seriously? We, the great Karamiti, pride ourselves on being real.’
“Ehhh—”
Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Su Mu let out a long shriek at the mirror.
‘Heehee, she’s found out. I’m very curious how she’ll react next.’
“Ye! Wan! Qing! How dare you pour milk all over me! Just wait, you’re dead meat! I can’t stand it, I have to deal with you today!”
‘How did she know it was me who spilled milk on her? Was she awake after all last night, secretly watching me?’
Su Mu stormed back into the room, pajamas splattered with white stains, her pink hair in disarray.
Her glare was fierce, her face dark as a witch from a fairytale.
“Don’t think I’d ever get the wrong idea! You idiot, think it through! Where would you even get that stuff? The moment I got close I could tell something was off, okay?”
At that, Ye Wanqing paused, a little stunned.
“You could tell?”
“Of course! The difference is huge, okay!”
“No, I mean… you’ve smelled it before?”
A fresh wave of awkwardness flooded the room, plunging it into dreadful silence.
Su Mu’s angry expression melted away at lightning speed, replaced by a guilty conscience she could barely hide.
“Ahem, of course not. I just have a wealth of theoretical knowledge, okay?”
‘Why is she so sharp all of a sudden…’ Su Mu bit her lip, feeling uneasy inside.
‘It’s fine if Lando knows, but I can’t let this girl find out, or who knows what kind of trouble she’ll stir up.’
“You’re lying.” Ye Wanqing bounced over, pressing her face up close, locking eyes with Su Mu as she tried to evade her gaze—attack becoming defense.
Last night, when Su Mu was worn out and dazed, Ye Wanqing decided to pull a big stunt—the “source of inspiration” she’d mentioned.
— “Magical Girl Irina’s Sleep Guidance.”
She had crept over to the fridge for some milk, but seeing nothing but shelves full of soda, she instantly regretted not preparing something else.
But how could the great Karamiti give up so easily?
Of course she dashed out, turned left downstairs to the 24-hour convenience store.
She only realized on the way back that she’d forgotten her keys, and had to climb in through the window, almost getting reported as a burglar.
Still, pouring cold milk on Su Mu might have woken her up, so Ye Wanqing decided to warm it up a bit.
She didn’t use the microwave, but her own magic.
Only, she couldn’t control the heat properly…
“Bang!”
The milk carton exploded, splattering her face and Su Mu both.
Fortunately, some landed on Su Mu, but the scalding temperature made Su Mu frown, on the verge of waking.
In a panic, Ye Wanqing rushed over and used a more primitive method to put Su Mu back to sleep…
No, into a baby-like slumber.
That’s why Su Mu was so sore all over—she’d almost woken up, only for Ye Wanqing to literally shake her back into unconsciousness.
Now, both of them felt guilty, each afraid the other would get the upper hand first.
Such a familiar plotline…
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