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"My dragon body is mechanical, so I don't feel much... just kidding."
Ipsilon started rolling around on the sofa: "I can't hold back anymore! I really want to eat my brother! If I don't get rid of my fledgling status soon, I'll become a high school sophomore old lady."
"Goo!"
Lilith and the other two clutched their chests simultaneously. Sajō Aika, on the other hand, looked utterly dejected.
Old lady... There is indeed a hierarchy of discrimination against inexperienced people on Japanese campuses, but I didn't expect that someone from Greece would say it so naturally.
When girls get together and talk about sexual topics, the level of intimacy naturally only gets higher and higher, and they become more and more unrestrained. This is true for both genders.
With the discussion centered on how to break through Mochizuki Oboro's defenses, the conversation gradually veered into the abyss of the adult world.
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Chapter 126 The Fruit Dragon with a Head Full of Colors
Despite being competitors, after a long chat, the group even developed a faint sense of empathy.
At least when it comes to wanting to break the monotony of sex, no one would have a different idea.
“There are two solutions we’ve come up with so far. One is to just go for it. Once my brother is taken down, there won’t be so many problems. I call this the broken window theory.” Epsilon conjured up a whiteboard and began to draw.
Tifeng, pointing to the illustration on Whiteboard No. 2, said, "The second method is more respectable. It's about getting him to accept the concept that 'future girlfriend = girlfriend' and actively cooperate. However, the downside is that it may not be effective, and the process might take a bit longer."
"Okay, let's vote by raising hands... They're all number two." Lilith counted the votes and felt it was normal: "Looks like no one wants to leave a bad impression. After all, their parents are here."
According to the discussion, the rules of competition will still be based on individual ability, except that they reached a consensus on the matter of H.
After the meeting.
On the way back to the dormitory.
Ipsilon mysteriously tugged at Typhon's coat hem.
"What?" Typhon glanced at his sister.
"The initial agreement was that we'd each have to rely on our own abilities to win over our brother, but it seems unlikely now." Ipsilon sighed dramatically, "Sister thinks so too, right?"
Tifeng wasn't as guarded around his sister, nodding rather dejectedly in response: "Although I believe the scenes in my dreams will definitely appear, it's just that there are more and more enemies around that guy, so I don't feel safe at all."
"Right?" Ipsilon analyzed seriously, "The only bad thing about my brother is that he's a womanizer, which I've already experienced in the dream. And there are far more opponents now than in the dream."
Typhon stopped and raised his eyebrows: "What are you trying to say?"
"Hey~"
Ipsilon gave a smile: "Sister should understand by now, right? It's hard for brother to monopolize everything."
Typhon was by no means an ignorant and naive girl.
On the contrary, she used this time to catch up on a lot of knowledge. She became proficient in everything from interpersonal communication to emotional maintenance, and in terms of theoretical knowledge, she had already reached the pinnacle.
The younger sister's words were no longer a hint, but a blatant and explicit statement.
"what do you mean?"
"alliance."
Epsilon placed her hands behind her back, leaned forward, bent her left leg slightly, and her eyes held a unique slyness: "It's better to share with my sister than with others. Don't you think so?"
It's one thing to anticipate something, but quite another to hear it with your own ears.
Typhon's face flushed red, and he staggered back several steps, his eyes wide open, unable to form a coherent sentence.
"What shameless things are you thinking!"
Ipsilon scoffed, "Shameless? You were already like this when you knew your brother wouldn't choose you, yet you still continued to pursue him, weren't you?"
“Th-those are two different things! Acting independently is completely different from what you call an alliance!” Typhon shook his head frantically: “No! I won’t accept it!”
"what……"
Ipsilon gave him a look of disbelief: "Didn't we already do this in our dream? On the other side were Castor, Morgan, Melusin, and someone named Bavanshi. Do you remember?"
"Dreams, dream states, and reality are different!"
Typhon remained resolute. For someone like her, whose offensive and defensive attributes weren't particularly high, competing with others for a lover alongside her sister seemed a bit too much of a shock.
However, Epsilon is clearly not bound by these formalities.
Look around.
Located in a park. No human activity within 50 meters. Safe.
The left hand is loosely clenched, forming the shape of a passage.
Then, Ipsilon extended his right index finger, slightly raised the corner of his mouth, and inserted the index finger into his left hand—this is the most common and easy-to-understand simulation of intercourse.
"Weren't we having a great chat at President Mary's house just now, about this topic?"
Ipsilon moved closer, staring intently into Typhon's eyes: "Sister, what do you think we'll do with brother after we're together?"
The steam-powered Typhon lost its response, confirming its annihilation.
"See? Even my older sister knows we'll definitely have a threesome~" Epsilon said casually with a smile, adding, "Anyway, we'll never be separated from my sister, so what's wrong with acting together beforehand?"
It seems to make sense.
Even without precognitive dreams, a little calculation is enough to know that what my sister said is most likely to happen.
After all, the guy he had his eye on had shamelessly made a substantial declaration of multiple ship jumps. If they were to switch places, Typhon himself wasn't confident he could resist indulging in some extravagant behavior.
If I were Mochizuki Oboro, Typhon would feel that she would already be throwing a huge, erotic party, so how could she still be searching for inspiration?
Of course, it's incredibly pleasurable, until not a single drop can be squeezed out.
Haha, if we switched places, it turns out I'm way more of a lecher than him...
More and more steam rose above Typhon's head, gradually coalescing into a white column.
"elder sister?"
Ipsilon pinched Typhon's cheek: "What are you thinking about?"
"That suggestion...it seems kind of interesting..."
The circles in Typhon's eyes multiplied, almost turning into a coil of mosquito coils.
At this moment, her mind was filled with decadent images.
After talking about sex for so long at Mary's house, I was already about to lose control, but now I've been further provoked by her sister, Epsilon.
Reason has gone on strike.
Stroking abs, hugging each other, grabbing each other's necks, licking each other, sticky and gooey, squeaking and squeaking...
Typhon, lost in his erotic fantasies, chuckled foolishly and strangely embraced Epsilon, rubbing their faces together like they did when they were children.
"Don't worry, it'll be your turn soon!"
“Sister,” Epsilon looked troubled, “how much have you been suppressing?”
If you're going to fantasize, at least do it at night, right?
Or did you say something too provocative and damage your brain?
……
School District 7, gym.
Mochizuki Oboro wiped the sweat from her forehead with a towel and sat down to rest.
Edmund handed him a bottle of drink: "Aren't you going to have some fun during your vacation? Your fitness goal is just to stay good-looking, so you can rest more."
“I haven’t had much time since I started working, so I should make the most of this rare holiday.” Mochizuki Oboro unscrewed the bottle cap: “Your Kaworu Nagisa look is pretty accurate today.”
"Not as good as your Shinji Ikari." Edmund leaned against the wall and took out his phone. "You four really became famous. But if we're talking about accuracy, it has to be Mandecardo. He's practically the same as the real person."
Wang Yuelong chuckled softly, "I was thinking of asking Lanling Wang to cosplay as Caijia, but unfortunately it didn't work out."
Edmund clapped his hands: "Your physical condition has improved a lot recently, do you want to continue training?"
"Let's just train my waist and legs like this for today."
Having rested enough, Mochizuki Oboro stood up and said.
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Chapter 127 Welcome to the World of Men
The second day of the comic convention.
As previously scheduled, the "host club" from JOJO's Golden Wind has officially made its debut.
Oboro Mochizuki is the protagonist Giorno, Charlemagne plays Bucciarati, and Karna and Arjuna are Abbacchio and Mista, respectively.
Cú Chulainn specifically switched to Setant form to cosplay the genius boy Narancia, while the young Moriarty chose Fugo, which fit his character.
As soon as Giorno entered the JOJO special, he ran into his father, DIO.
Osmandis let out a gleeful laugh: "Kryptonite! Giorno? Let me see your power!"
Despite being the chairman of a large corporation, Osmandis still enjoys life, as evidenced by his appearance at anime conventions as a cosplayer.
Prior to this, Mochizuki Oboro did not know Osmandis, and Osmandis did not know Mochizuki Oboro, but this did not hinder their interaction.
"Wuxian!"
Mochizuki Oboro let out his signature battle cry, and Mandicardo, who was making a cameo appearance in Gold Experience, followed up with a punch.
Since they are both Servants, Osmandis and Mandecardo don't need to completely throw the fight; they can exert a little power to make the atmosphere more realistic.
Osmandis was just cosplaying himself, unlike Mochizuki Oboro who found someone to act as his stand-in "The World", so he had to fight in the ring himself.
"No way!" Osmandis exclaimed with great interest.
As a Servant, he, like Mandecardo, has a strength rating of "C", so he doesn't need to hold back and can simply go all out.
The clash between the Servants unleashed a powerful shockwave, causing the surrounding spectators to gasp in surprise.
"No dice, no dice, no dice, no dice, no dice, no dice, no dice, no dice, no dice!"
"No dice, no dice, no dice, no dice, no dice, no dice, no dice, no dice, no dice!"
not far away.
Kirei Kotomine conjured up several discs and handed them to Sei Shonagon: "Would you like a stand-in?"
Sei Shonagon, dressed in Jolyne cosplay, scratched her head. "Uncle, it's weird for you to say this to me while you're dressed as Father Pucci."
Kirei Kotomine stopped insisting and instead strolled over to his box: "Do you believe in gravity?"
"Uncle, you should go breathe some pure oxygen." Sei Shonagon sniffed and then slipped away.
Watching Sei Shonagon flee at lightning speed, Kirei Kotomine sighed with regret.
He had just picked up a box of Mapo Tofu.
That girl must have a very keen sense of smell, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to move so quickly.
Kirei Kotomine's free gift is Mapo Tofu, which she made herself, but so far not many people dare to accept it.
"Hmm?" The golden-clad man walked over. "Interesting. You've found pleasure?"
"Exactly. Human nature is nothing more than food and sex; nothing pleases me more than stimulating my taste buds."
Kirei Kotomine handed the Mapo Tofu to Gilgamesh: "Why don't you try it too?"
In order to further his skills in the art of "spicy" cuisine, Kirei Kotomine even entrusted his daughter to Georgios's care and traveled around the world to study.
As the culmination of his hard work and talent, this Mapo Tofu is the ultimate representation.
"..."
Gilgamesh stared at the package for a while, as if he had made up his mind, and then reached out to take it.
The moment the lid was opened, a tangible demonic aura rushed out, like the scythe of death or the death knell of the underworld.
For most people in the world, Kirei Kotomine's Mapo Tofu is an unbearable burden.
However, as a king, Gilgamesh's dictionary contained no word for "retreat".
"Hahahaha—"