rpbooks Chapter 144 would be strange if it didn't have some good things to say.
Chapter 144 would be strange if it didn't have some good things to say.
As they were kissing, something felt off.
Jiu Zhiche's clothes were pulled up halfway up.
"Gaya coconut?"
He raised his head slightly, his voice still carrying the lingering heat of his voice, much lower and hoarse than usual.
"Che~~~" Kayako was a little shy, but she had imagined these scenes countless times, so she was able to accept them. They weren't that unbearable, and she still had the energy to speak.
"I love you."
A vibrant blush rose to her pale skin, and her eyes sparkled with deep love; she could no longer restrain herself...
Her long hair, which stretched out in the air, was detached from her body and clung to the interior of the room, completely enveloping her.
As if sensing something, Kayako hesitated for a moment, but quickly made up her mind.
Jiu Zhiche held her hand and said softly, "There's no need for a girl to do this herself. I'll take care of it."
Kayako is very obedient.
Jiu Zhiche demonstrated the One-Handed Moon Exchange Divine Skill, while using his other hand to brush aside her bangs.
Kayako from Ju-on didn't cut her hair, so it grew long enough to cover most of her face.
The process went smoothly.
Kayako was a bit beyond Kyushu Che's expectations; she seemed to want to merge with him, sticking close to him the whole time.
I don't know how much time has passed.
Kayako sobbed softly as she reached the pinnacle of her life.
Jiu Zhiche kissed away the tears at the corner of her eyes.
"Are you alright?"
"good......"
well.
very good.
It was so good that she suddenly felt like she was in reality, not dreaming.
Kayako only wanted time to stand still at this moment, forever.
Jiuzhi Che patted Kayako's head. "This is a dream. Don't take it seriously when you wake up. Treat me the same way you used to treat me."
Kayako was already quite content, but she didn't have the strength to nod; she just wanted to lie in his arms, so she said weakly, "Um."
Having finally indulged himself in his dream, Jiuzhiche didn't want it to end, so he gently held Kayako's waist.
"Come?"
"ah."
Kayako's rosy cheeks turned even redder, like a ripe tomato that would burst with juice if you pinched it.
She felt physically strong, but mentally she felt completely drained. She never expected Che to still be able to...
"Uh-huh!"
But looking at Che, she seemed to feel an even greater surge of power...
A dozen minutes later.
Kayako remained passive throughout, her hands clinging to Jiuzhi Che's shoulders.
She didn't want to admit she was a bit inexperienced, but it was indeed her first...
In contrast, Jiu Zhiche seemed particularly energetic.
"Che, could you... not dislike me?" Kayako said softly and haltingly.
"Never, and never will."
"oh oh."
Kayako regained her strength and hugged him even tighter.
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The dream collapsed, and Jiu Zhiche opened his eyes.
It was remarkably effective.
The anger that had been building up inside him had mostly dissipated.
If you have a dynamic dream, you should be even more irritable.
This was no ordinary dream.
Jiuzhi Che rubbed his temples, never expecting that his decision not to get closer to Kayako so soon would be contradicted the very next second.
Perhaps he became more unrestrained because he was in a dream.
Kayako is the same; her obsessive-woman tendencies are fully unleashed. Although she's a bit weak physically, her actions are just as outrageous.
His body was covered with dense bite and lick marks.
Their faces weren't spared either.
The feelings in this dream were real. Although it didn't hurt, if he felt like that in reality, he wouldn't be able to leave the house the next day. He would be overwhelmed by strange looks.
Putting aside some rubbish memories, Jiuzhiche thought of something.
After Kayako herself took over the body, her strength was greatly reduced, making her completely inferior to Ju-on Kayako. It was more like Kayako's physical condition in reality, someone with poor stamina.
Is emotional strength a subjective concept?
......
Sadako sat up, still dazed.
She had a nightmare that she thought was a sweet dream, but was actually a nightmare.
She was rehearsing her lines with A-Che when suddenly some long-haired female ghost appeared, forcing her and her sister out, and then doing something to A-Che in her dream.
She and her sister tried all sorts of methods, such as burning, chopping, and smashing, but they couldn't open the closed door.
Even now, she can't bear to think about what Ah Che suffered in his dream.
He must be being tormented by a female ghost.
But that was her dream. Why couldn't she see how things would unfold in her dream?
Sadako was shocked to realize that she remembered everything that happened in her dream!
Normal dreams are quickly forgotten after waking up, and some details are not remembered, but not hers!
"What are you thinking? It's because the people in your dreams are real!"
The sudden sound startled Sadako.
Yes, the voice sounds somewhat familiar.
Sadako was filled with doubt and suspicion, her beautiful eyes constantly scanning her surroundings.
Black Sadako appeared out of nowhere.
Sadako had no time to be shocked. She looked at Black Sadako's face, which was exactly the same as in her dream, and belatedly realized, "So... the A-Che in the dream was also..."
Black Sadako raised the corners of her mouth with a wicked grin: "Hmm."
Sadako, Sadako has turned to stone.
After a long while, her face turned completely red, and she lowered her head.
A muffled, breathy voice, tinged with regret and guilt, escaped:
"What...what have I done...?"
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"By what right? By what right do you kill me?"
In a secluded park, a woman's shrill scream echoed throughout the area.
"Because you're weird."
After speaking calmly, Jiu Zhiche severed the woman's head with a single, silky stroke, without a trace of blood on the blade.
It was so sharp and smooth that blood couldn't get on it.
The woman's body twitched twice and then stopped moving.
Her chest cavity was open, filled with tangled ribs and wires, and her internal organs were barely visible.
"The Rib Monster Girl, all taken care of."
A woman underwent surgery to remove ribs in an attempt to achieve a slimmer waist, only to be used as a guinea pig by an unscrupulous doctor who inserted various ribs into her chest cavity and bound them together with wire...
"This is the fourth one, totaling 15.5% spirituality and 25% initial spirituality."
[Current progress of triggering template selection: 42.2%]
[Currently available spirituality: 18.8%]
[Get 3 chances to win a prize]
"Use all the lottery tickets!"
[Receive 2 Thank You for Your Patronage, 1 Healing Ball]
"Huh? So there's a 'thank you for your patronage' part in the prize draw?"
Jiuzhiche remained silent for a long time.
Oh well, at least I got a healing ball as a safety net.
It was a small success.
Jiuzhiche is preparing to go home.
Tomorrow he will take the initiative and, regardless of whether Miyamoto Takeshi appears or not, he will destroy that circus.
"That is..."
Jiuzhiche spotted the girl in front of him immediately; it was Leilia. She also saw Jiuzhiche and greeted him with a look of surprise and delight.
"What a coincidence! I almost bumped into you last time. I'm sorry."
"fine."
Jiu Zhiche maintained his usual aloofness towards outsiders.
Leilia seemed oblivious to the awkwardness, constantly trying to find topics to talk about, such as "Have you eaten?" and "The weather is nice."
Finally, as she was saying goodbye, she ended with an invitation: "To express my apology, I have a circus ticket here. My friend can't go anyway, so I'll give it to you as an apology."
Jiuzhiche glanced at it.
It was a jet-black ticket with the troupe's name printed in gold lettering and a group photo of the circus performers.