As the weightlessness of teleportation gradually faded, a sliver of light pierced through his eyelids, waking his drowsy mind. Alain opened
As the weightlessness of teleportation gradually faded, a sliver of light pierced through his eyelids, waking his drowsy mind. Alain opened his eyes and imdiately saw his small apartnt's living room, and on the computer screen, the Pocket Mita who seed to be perpetually gazing at him.
Good. This ti, there wasn't the awkward predicant of "mountain climbing" like last ti. Alain felt a mix of relief and a heavy sense of loss.
Just then, a cat-like murmur ca from beside him. Alain followed the sound and saw Millie lying on his shoulder.
"ow…" The girl, as if leaning against a pillow, affectionately rubbed her face against his clothes. With beads of water still clinging to the corners of her eyes, she gently opened them. "Where am I?"
Millie sleepily surveyed her surroundings, only then realizing she was on the sofa, her mory returning.
"So this is what it feels like to enter the ga world? Not bad. Mmm…" The girl lifted an arm and stretched lazily. The smooth curve revealed in the taut motion showed a glistening little navel. Then, she saw Alain's unwavering gaze.
Alain stared at her for two seconds, his gaze then falling on Millie's third eye—her navel. Her slightly fleshy belly was full and well-proportioned; in her casual sitting posture, the navel was like a crystal dewdrop in an oasis. Appetizing, it made Alain want to poke it.
"Al-Alain? Why are you here?!"
"This is our ho."
Seeing Millie pull down her little clothes, covering her navel, her slightly blurry eyes still looking sleepy, yet she stared straight at him. "I say, this should count as peeping, right?" The girl pinched the muscle on his shoulder.
"Then what you're doing is sexual harassnt." Alain, through her clothes, poked her navel. Originally without any specific purpose, it just happened to hit the target, his fingertip sinking in slightly.
"Ah!" Millie felt a slight tickle and glared at him. Then, she realized the aning of the "sexual harassnt" Alain had ntioned. Perhaps it was the insecurity brought by her consciousness entering the ga world that led Millie's entire body to tightly hug Alain's arm. Her well-developed chest. No. It should be that Alain's arm was deeply embedded in his good bro's "pecs," unable to move.
"Unable to move?"
Too definitive. Alain tried to move his sowhat numb hand, causing that soft cloud to tremble slightly a few tis.
"Don't move around, it's very itchy!"
Then let go? Alain thought that this was his last resort. And, his shy good bro was just too fragrant.
Just then, the bedroom door suddenly opened, and a beautiful long-haired girl appeared at the door, carrying a handbag and wearing a white dress.
"I heard a lot of noise in the living room. You guys are awake, I see." Misha, dressed to go out, quickly walked in front of the two, asking after their well-being. "How was it? Entering the ga world this ti, you shouldn't have gotten hurt, right?"
Millie, seeing her best friend arrive, frantically let go of the "restraint" and sat to the side, maintaining a distance from Alain.
"I'm fine. Ah, speaking of injuries…" Millie looked worriedly at Alain, which also made Misha notice sothing was wrong.
"Alain?"
"Let try and feel it." Alain had been puzzled before: would injuries sustained in the ga world be reflected in reality? Logically speaking, entering the ga was a dive of consciousness. It should have nothing to do with the physical body.
He lifted his arm and made a muscle-flexing gesture. Compared to the stinging pain in the ga world, his physical body in reality was relatively unhard. But there was still a faint, elusive numbness. So feedback, but not much? But Alain could clearly feel that this was a physical numbness, not ntal fatigue. What exactly is the principle that allows injuries from the ga world to be inherited in reality?
Facing Misha's concern, he still replied, "It's nothing serious, I'll rest for a day, and I should be able to go to the ga world tomorrow."
"Phew. You scared to death." Misha patted her chest, her ample bosom trembling a few tis, perfectly attracting Alain's attention. His arm felt a twisting sensation; looking sideways, he only then discovered it was Millie, her face livid, gently pulling his arm.
"Don't look."
"???" She's Misha, isn't she? Aren't you my good wingman? Alain didn't say this out loud, otherwise he wouldn't get to see his bro being jealous.
"By the way, you two experienced a lot in the ga world this ti."
"?" The two on the sofa heard Misha's thoughtful murmur. Millie realized sothing and hurriedly explained.
"No, no, best friend, it's not what you think! That wasn't jealousy. Just now, yes! Alain's shoulder was itchy!" In her panic, Millie found a clumsy excuse and looked at Alain for help. But Misha's words ca first.
"No, it's not." The long-haired girl pointed to a corner of the sofa between the two of them. They followed her gaze and only then discovered that their two hands were linked like glue.
"Huh? When did we start holding hands?!" Millie said in surprise.
Alain also seed clueless. The position of the linked hands was closer to Alain, so it could be seen that Millie had initiated it. Perhaps the feelings from the ga world were, to so extent, reflected in Millie's body. After all, when they first entered 1.3B, they had been holding hands for a while.
"Oh no. Oh no!" Millie's lips trembled in fear, a clearly visible bead of sweat rolling down her forehead under the brim of her hat.
"It's not like that. Misha, that…" She could already foresee a chaotic, dramatic scene. And the cause of the shuraba was created by her, Millie. This was simply more unbearable than killing her.
"To be honest, I'm relieved." Unexpectedly, Misha showed a calm and composed smile. "I was worried you two had so conflict in the ga world."
"Of course, my dear." Alain didn't deny it. "Millie helped a lot. Both ntally and physically."
"N-Don't say it! Although it's true…" Millie lowered her head in sha. Her tolerant best friend made her feel even more guilty. As if she had been caught cheating by the rightful owner. But… holding hands with Alain, for so reason… feels so good. She lightly glanced at Misha and, seeing her expression was normal, simply continued to hold on, not letting go. A thrilling sense of stealing sothing brewed in the girl's heart. Up and down, ebbing and flowing.
"Alright." Misha didn't notice Millie's expression. She temporarily put down the bag in her hand, sat down beside Alain, and calmly held his hand tightly.
"Can you tell about what happened this ti?" Based on the previous context, Misha could guess that Alain must have been injured. Worry was inevitable.
"Okay." Alain didn't hide anything, recounting everything in detail.
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