Arc VIII Chapter 7

Arc VIII Chapter 7

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Arc VIII Chapter 7

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The man froze, caught by surprise.“Tobi just imagining voices. Senpai saying ghosts not real. Merely products of Tobi's feeble superstition.”

Yuki blinked. The guy was an idiot, wasn't he? “Ghost? I am not a ghost, I am alive! I am right here!”

The man named Tobi shrieked, “Tobi was right, ghosts are real! This place is haunted! Tobi must warn senpai!”

Yuki glared. Her annoyance was obvious. “I am ... not ... a ... ghost! I am here, you dimwitted cretin!”

“Senpai⁓ is here! Senpai⁓ came to rescue Tobi ...” Tobi raised his arms in joy before deflating, confusion overcoming him.

Tobi looked puzzled. “You aren't senpai. You sound and speak like senpai, but you aren't senpai. Senpai didn't come to save Tobi from evil ghosts.”

“...” Yuki was left speechless. The sheer degree of stupidity was staggering. “Listen, you imbecile, ghosts don't exist. It was me! No strange voices from the after world. Just me.”

“...” Tobi blinked. He didn't believe her. “Are you sure?”

Yuki rolled her eyes. “I am sure.”

“Really?” Tobi doubted her.

“...” Startled, puzzled, confused, flustered, Yuki blushed, her cheeks ruby red like cherries. She failed to escape this awkward situation.

Asami subverted her expectations. Asami was considerably younger than expected, barely older than her. Her eyes looked at a dormant girl caught in her dream world. Asami was sleeping in peace, slumbering. Not a single sound. No movement.

The sleeping princess resting in serene silence and supreme huggliness. Her face, almond-shaped perfection. Unblemished alabaster, adorned by a single strand of silken hair. Her chest moved with each breath. With each breath, a soft stream of warm air tickled Yuki's skin. Her adorable cuteness proved irresistible.

Asami's possessive arms coiled around her. The girl cherished her like a treasure. The girl was an angel, reminding her of someone dear lost long ago. Asami reminded her of ...

“...” Yuki sulked and puffed her cheeks. They might look alike, but Asami was still too close. Yuki always wanted a sister, but not this way ...

“...” Asami tightened her hug and Yuki stiffened in embarrassment. Her limbs failed her once again. Asami was a troublesome opponent.

Tobi chuckled. “Isn't she wonderful? The cutest senpai in the entire world. Especially when sleeping. Senpai can't hit Tobi. A fluffy fureball of dormant evilness.”

“...” Yuki wasn't happy. Her eyes betrayed her dismay, but Yuki agreed, Asami was undoubtedly ... cute. Her hug comforted her. Asami was warm. Pleasant warmth radiated from her sleeping figure. Her slender arms protected her.

Deep inside, Yuki's wounded soul yearned for her presence, for unfulfilled joy. Her eyes had missed this caring, tender warmth and her eyes turned wet.

“...” Yuki sniffed and rubbed her watery eyes. She was strong. She didn't need the hug. She didn't need the warmth.

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“Muah ...” Asami awakened from her deep slumber, yawning. Today was a wonderful day. She had rarely had such pleasant dreams.

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