Chapter 320 No One
December 30th.
One o'clock in the morning.
"Sister Natasha, be loyal!"
"..."
Walking on the street, you will occasionally encounter people patrolling.
They saluted me from a distance.
I know very well that this is because Mr. Ming has not told anyone... about his current relationship with me.
December 30th.
One o'clock in the morning.
Tavern.
Just as Mr. Ming said, Miss Mei Ni is not asleep yet.
"What exactly was done? There is no trace at all."
"Breasts? Or legs... Socks are okay. Saint?"
"..."
"Dingle bell."
When I entered the store, Miss Minnie had just come down from the second floor, muttering strange words.
"Ah, isn't this Natasha?"
"I heard from my brother that you are sick? You do look a little bad... eating or doing something else? Come here at this time."
"...I want to eat. Can I borrow your kitchen?"
"We just had a celebration banquet. If you don't mind it, I'm going to heat it up for a late night snack. It's just right, come and chat with me."
"..."
"I understand. It turns out that it's because I'm sick... so I don't have the chance to be satisfied. Hmm... Duoduo is a bit pitiful?"
Maybe I understand what the boss lady is talking about. But now I don't want to ignore it, I just sit blankly at the shiny table.
There is a slight smell of perfume in the air. It was probably Miss Meni who sprayed it after the celebration party.
December 30th.
Half past one in the morning.
"There are too many, I can only pick a few dishes to heat up."
The landlady brought out four or five dishes. Tofu, grilled meat...
"Thank you..."
"Am I very old? I look less than thirty years old, right?"
"..."
I don’t know why, but my eyes are filled with heat, and my nose is filled with the aroma of food. gradually blurred.
He obviously hadn't eaten or drank all day and night. He was thirsty and hungry, but he didn't want to move at all.
"Hey, hey, what's going on?"
"Could it be that the little brother gave up after all, right?"
Miss Meanie ran over and patted my back.
"No...wu."
"Mr. Ming treated me..."
"..."
"What? You just sit at the same table with Duoduo. One is so happy that he was treated as a woman, and the other cried because he felt that he was being treated too well. Really, you two sit at the same table."
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"I thought something was wrong. Really... Do you know that I feel jealous when I see you being so sour and sweet? I am obviously young and my figure is not inferior..."
The landlady paused and changed her words, "Well, not inferior to Duoduo."
"Eat quickly, my stomach is growling."
"..."
Why is Mr. Ming so kind to me?
You can obviously call me disgusting and call me Bichi. No matter how I am punished, I feel that it is natural... Even if I don’t want to be punished, it is deserved.
the note read.
Only what I really want to do counts.
It would be easy to think that what I wrote was false and force me to say what I really wanted...or punish me directly.
You want me to fill your stomach.
You want me to help you take a look at Duoduo.
"Really, stop crying... I'm looking forward to chatting with you, not handing you a piece of paper."
"Wait a minute, aren't you going to faint too?!"
"..."
I have no idea.
But just now, when I raised my face dullly... I found that Mr. Ming's eyes were not as full of disgust as I imagined. It's more like simply being tired. Or maybe...accept me a little bit.
I looked at the dishes in front of me again, steaming them.
"That's it. Turn emotion into motivation."
"Go back quickly after eating."
"I suddenly don't want to chat with you. I have such a figure...and my thoughts are similar to Duoduo. Ah...I am an old woman. It's so painful. Jealousy..."
"..."
The elegance with which I ate before was just an act.
Originally, I was just an ordinary woman who was forced to learn the etiquette in the temple.
Just that kind of thing... ran and bought rings, pairs of rings.
I have been tarnishing this memory, and Mr. Ming has been trying to give up his personal position and sympathize with me.
I'm such a...bad person.
December 30th.
Three o'clock in the morning.
Return to the cabin.
I stood at Mr. Ming's door for a long time. My legs were numb, but in the end I didn't push the door open and go in.
The wind is very cold at night.
I only wore a large coat with a maid's dress underneath. Small over-the-top dress.
"What are you doing standing at the door?"
"Want to leave again?"
"..."
There was a sudden sound from inside the door, and my teeth trembled unconsciously.
"No...you said that I still have value."
"I just..."
I just saw Duoduo, she slept soundly. No one is taking care of Mr. Ming now...so.
This is my wish.
"The door is unlocked. Just don't make any noise."
"..."
I carefully opened the door. Can't see anything, can only fumble with memory.
"Be careful, I don't plan to fulfill my wish right now. Change the way I speak."
"..."
Contrary to what I thought, Mr. Ming didn’t seem to want to ‘go back’.
Breathe close. There is still a familiar smell in the room. No...the only difference is whether there are people living here. Who lives there. Maybe the smell that makes me nostalgic is just a figment of my imagination. Doesn't exist at all.
Mr. Ming said no more.
Me neither.
Just using the moonlight coming through the window, I picked up the clothes on the chair and folded them. Just put the quilt back on the ground.
I couldn't say the lines I originally thought of because I said I couldn't make any noise.
What am I going to do?
After taking off her coat, she was still wearing Duoduo's maid uniform...the skirt was very short and her breasts were also very tight.
"I...I heard Miss Minnie say that you and Duoduo don't have that."
"..."
Mr. Ming did not answer.
"Are you still saving up..."
"..."
"You don't have to have any emotions, just treat it like your body...just a prop for comfort. Okay..."
"You just said it, right? I don't want to fulfill my wish yet."
"..."
Yes, was it rejected?
A desire similar to Duoduo's emerged...but instead of being treated as a woman, she was treated like a prop.
"And I'm tired now."
"...I'm sorry."
Is this a given?
How can anyone climb along the pole and be so shameless?
Even if you accept me a little bit, you won't be willing to meet me at this time. My body is nothing but disgusting to Mr. Ming.
"But the weather suddenly turned cold. It's quite cold to sleep alone. There are no quilts in the hut."
"I, I'm going to get the quilt..."
"Is it possible that there is a better choice than a quilt?"
"..."
I was stunned. The body that was about to move stopped in place.
But Mr. Ming didn’t answer me anymore, and it was impossible to see his expression in such a dark environment.
"Then...then can I be used as a quilt?"
"..."
Still no answer. It's like tacit consent.
I froze for a long time before slowly moving my body closer.
I can't think of a wish?
Not really.
There are too many wishes, but they are all related to Mr. Ming...
Even though I could feel his body temperature and breathing after entering the quilt... there was nothing I could do. The body is very stiff.
Until...
The breasts were pinched. Face pressed against his shoulder.
The desire that could not be released in Duoduo was also pressed against my thigh. Can detect warmth.
"Don't move, that's it. I mean what I said about being tired."
"Go to sleep."
There seems to be something in my chest that I can't suppress at all. But he couldn't form words to speak out, he could only tremble. Speechless tears.
It seemed like I was suddenly transported back to the afternoon when I had just met Mr. Ming.
‘Why are you so skinny and black like a monkey? ’
‘It will become more and more beautiful in the future. Don't worry. ''...'
He would help me teach a lesson to strangers I didn’t know who were laughing at me behind my back. Then comfort me again.
It was obvious that I had done something wrong, but in turn, I was comforted by Mr. Ming.
December 30th.
morning.
I still haven't slept all night. Wait for him to wake up.
"Why are you in bed? It wasn't like this yesterday, was it?"
"..."
I am no longer the fragile little body I used to be. Now I... have a figure that is not inferior to that of the boss lady.
Enough to be called a nasty butt.
“You really don’t need to wipe it there.”
I didn't do anything special, I just brought a basin with hot water. Help him wipe his body.
"Also, is it possible... that I can get up and take a bath by myself?"
"Hiss! Jiang Mengying?"
"..."
I have sincerely regarded myself as a prop. A tool that can do anything just for him. Otherwise... I have no need to live. There is no need to exist here.
"No, do you have it for breakfast?"
"..."
"It's really unnecessary. Actually, if you think about it carefully... it's not your fault, it's your mother. It's not you who came to blackmail you. Who in the right mind would use his daughter's innocence to blackmail money?"
I don't want to hear this.
It only makes me feel more and more that I am a bad person...
"Mr. Ming...are you comfortable?"
"...Really?"
"You don't have to sympathize with me. I don't deserve any sympathy at all. I'm not qualified to... accept forgiveness. It's just a prop."
"I told you not to use this way of speaking to fulfill your wishes...wait!"
It doesn't matter.
When you are no longer interested in my body, your wish will always be fulfilled and you will always go back. Just take Duoduo back.
In my words, I have received enough happiness. All that's left is repayment... and being so despicable that I can no longer show love to others.
December 30th.
noon.
When I live by thinking about props, I suddenly feel a lot more relaxed.
"Is it possible...that I don't have so many stars? And this is a period of weakness."
"..."
I stopped on my moving toes.
"Ahem, but one cannot give up halfway."
"..."
I resumed my activities.
He completely regards himself as a prop, and Duoduo's clothes are very useful. The accumulation... is probably almost cleared out.
I won't proactively mention wishes again.
I am a prop with the intention to know when he is not that interested in me. That's enough.
December 30th.
afternoon.
In addition to using them as sex props, I will also buy some things that Mr. Ming may need.
"Sister Natasha!"
"..."
If you meet Duoduo.
"I, I don't know what happened...fainted."
Ask me about that. Actually, I don’t really understand it either… I just inferred the preferences he might have from what I had done with Mr. Ming before.
"Is it really okay? Brother, won't you treat me like a woman...and treat me like a child because of this?"
No.
Because love is reciprocated, happiness, joy...fainting is not a big deal. Maybe it's a plus.
"But that one is so scary...can it really be one with Duoduo...?"
"Sister Natasha...can you teach me something else? I also want to look amazing like you..."
"..."
Bring rolling pin to contact. Feet and such.
"Sister Natasha is so amazing...can I really do it?"
Can do it.
Even if he doesn't know how, he will teach.
January 3rd.
Mr. Ming's health is basically fine.
The Doma Autonomous Region celebrates the New Year on the 13th, because of Paimeng's success... it may be more prosperous than in previous years, with lights and colors everywhere.
I heard that the Agate District has advanced further, and the ranks of the rebels are getting bigger and bigger.
"..."
I just took off my clothes as usual. Just like what I've been doing these past few days.
"Do you think people can really become props?"
Before I could get closer, Mr. Ming spoke.
"..."
I stopped pulling down the shoulder strap.
"Although I may be a little shy, it's not that bad. I don't need props."
"If you want to stay with me, change your mind first."
Mr. Ming is not waiting for me to serve him like he was the other day. Then he opened the door and left. Maybe he went to the tavern, or maybe he planned to talk to Paimon after he recovered.
Either way is fine.
Mr. Ming...what do you want me to be?
January 3rd.
late at night.
Mr. Ming is back.
"..."
I was still sitting at the table without changing into my cheongsam.
Mr. Ming has lip marks on his neck. Bright lipstick...the color is Duoduo.
"Miss Minnie asked me if you don't plan to work in the pub anymore."
"Complaining about the lack of customers."
"..."
Do you want me to go work?
"It depends on yourself. If you want to go, go. If you don't want to go, don't go."
"In addition, Paimon and I are going to the Agate District for about ten days."
"..."
My power as a prop is gone. Because the person you want to serve is not here.
January 12th.
Mr. Ming is two days slower than the ten days stated verbally.
"Menie told me that you were a little absent-minded on the 10th and the next two days. You broke several plates."
"I'm sorry..."
I want to see you so much... Too scared...what are you afraid of?
It's obviously a prop that can be thrown away at any time, so why are you afraid? You should just accept the fate of being thrown away.
But I...
"You still have the confidence to say that you can be a prop? I don't think you are qualified."
"..."
I simply can't do what I imagined, just serving, just not thinking about anything. Waiting for the day to be thrown away.
"I hope I can successfully defeat the emperor and get useful clues."
"You should go back too. Snow Country is your home."
"Well, I will take you back."
"..."
Just leaving these words, Mr. Ming went back to the room.
I was stunned. My heart started to feel unsatisfactory again... greedy, thinking about certain things that I shouldn't think about.
"Xiao Jiang. Is there no night pillow activity today?"
"..."
I moved forward and entered the room.
I want to ask, why are you still so nice to me? He is obviously such a rotten person who does not deserve sympathy or pity.
"Maybe it's a good habit not to explore other people's past. But that's only for others. I should explore it at that time. Maybe there won't be those things."
"That's right, being an elder brother has neglected his duty. It's not one person's responsibility."
"I can't tell you now what kind of relationship it is...acquaintances, friends, lovers, but it will definitely not be the same relationship as before. However, I have never thought about being a prop or something. I am not as great as you think. A good and honest person... When you were in junior high school, I thought maybe we would become childhood sweethearts.”
"Ha...after all, the content written in the paper crane you folded is a bit abstract."
"..."
The Mr. Ming in front of me almost overlaps with my memory. Obviously his face has changed a lot now. He has become more handsome than before...but he just feels the same.
"Woo. I..."
What to say?
The me who is no longer a prop, the me who punishes myself when I can no longer use it as a prop.
In what capacity?
"Whether you want to be my pillow tonight or not, I give you three seconds to decide."
"3..."
I'm past that. Clinging tightly to his arms. Trembling.
"Isn't this very honest? There is no one in the world who can be used as a prop. It's not wood."
"I'm sorry...brother."
"Wait a minute, don't call me by my previous title again. I'm getting goosebumps."
"..."
I no longer have any wishes. For me now, it doesn’t matter even if I have to go to 18 levels of hell for what I get now.
Um. The ticket didn't take me to the best place, but it took me to meet... the best people. Not one.
(End of chapter)