“This is something I hunted down with great difficulty—an erotic movie from America!” Liang Jin pinched Liang Sheng’s arm.
Liang Sheng glanced at the description again and went numb.
“You’re saying this incestuous lesbian flick counts as an erotic movie?”
The words had barely left her mouth when Liang Jin shot back in rebuttal. “Isn’t it an erotic movie?”
“Well… I guess it kinda is…”
This girl was absolutely doing it on purpose! Liang Sheng stared at the phone, sweat-dropping hard. She had ulterior motives, and with a suggestive undertone too! This so-called “erotic movie” turned out to be about kissing Jie Jie and Mei Mei falling in love!
As she watched, Liang Sheng nearly dozed off, her head bobbing up and down. The actress’s performance was so awkward, utterly devoid of any immersion.
“Aiya! Sister Liang Sheng!” came a sudden cry.
“Slurp!”
Liang Sheng jolted awake, feeling drool pooling at the corner of her mouth. Her eyes flew wide in confusion as wild thoughts raced through her mind—what disaster had befallen them? “What? What’s wrong?!”
“Look at this part, quick!” Liang Jin shook her cousin’s shoulders frantically, her voice hitting around ninety decibels. “Hurry! Hurry! The heart-pounding moment’s coming up!”
Heart-pounding… Ah! Holy crap!
Liang Sheng’s mouth fell open. The bed, the bed—spit take! Was this leading into a steamy sex scene?! So intense! Was this really content a “child” under eighteen who hadn’t even paid up could watch?! No! No way! She couldn’t watch! It would taint her pure soul! No! She couldn’t… Well, just a quick peek wouldn’t hurt, right?
Oh, the True Fragrance Law strikes again (√).
Akino Kazuko, ever the picky one, chimed in. “What’s this? It’s nowhere near as intense as the stuff in your browser bookmarks.”
“Shut it!” Liang Sheng declared righteously. “You can’t trash one thing just to hype another! After too much heavy stuff, you need a little side dish of something lighter now and then…”
Akino Kazuko grimaced in disdain. “You’re finding artistic merit in a wrestling flick now?”
“People are art in themselves!”
Liang Sheng nodded repeatedly as she watched the film. “Mm-hmm, not bad. It’s barely fap-worthy.”
Akino Kazuko: “…”
Can we return the Host? She’d even cover the shipping costs herself.
Gradually, Liang Sheng started feeling uncomfortable all over. There was a pair of burning eyes fixed on her face. She’d been pretty interested in the phone’s sex scene at first, but now a chill ran down her spine, leaving her deeply uneasy.
What… what was this girl up to? Liang Sheng sneaked a glance at her. By sheer coincidence—or bad luck—their gazes collided in a spark of “love.”
Eek! Liang Sheng yanked her eyes away in panic, cold sweat beading on her forehead.
She… she wouldn’t try to jump me right here, would she? No way, probably not. She was a girl, after all… Wait, no—with Liang Jin’s bold, ferocious personality, it was totally possible…
“Little Sister,” Liang Sheng tried to wriggle her arm free from her cousin’s embrace, “don’t you think we’re pressed a bit too close? It’s getting kinda hot.”
“Nope, I’m actually feeling a little cold~” Liang Jin only clung tighter.
At that moment, Liang Sheng completely forgot that she’d called her cousin over to execute her “seduction” plan and farm some favorability. Her mind was entirely consumed with how to escape Liang Jin’s grasp.
Liang Sheng was the classic case of all talk and no action—wanting to hook up with someone, pants halfway off, then pulling them right back up (a wonderfully apt metaphor).
“How about I give you a kiss, and you let me go?”
Liang Sheng could swear on her chest fat that this was just a casual joke, something that slipped out naturally in the moment.
But Liang Jin didn’t see it that way. She took it at face value.
“R-Really? That’s… not great, is it…?”
Her mouth said no, but her body was brutally honest, inching closer to Liang Sheng until her lips puckered up.
“Y-You you you!!” Liang Sheng leaned back dramatically, her double chin practically popping out.
Don’t come any closer!
“I kiss you once, and you really let me go?” Liang Sheng eyed the face inches away, steeling herself. She knew if she didn’t go through with it, she’d never break free from Liang Jin.
Liang Jin nodded like a bobbing garlic bulb. “Yes yes yes!!”
“W-Well then…” Liang Sheng had no choice but to make a small sacrifice, tears welling in her eyes.
Smack!
It landed squarely on her cheek.
Liang Jin froze, her face only gradually flushing after the fact.
“You can let go now, right?”
“Ah, ah!” Liang Jin hastily released her, hands shooting up into the air and staying there for a good long while.
Liang Sheng stared at her cousin’s ridiculous pose, baffled. “What’s that about? Surrendering to me or something?”
Right on cue, the favorability ticked up belatedly.
Ding! Favorability increased substantially.
“Liang Jin’s Favorability toward Liang Sheng: 200+”
Yes! Liang Sheng finally grinned. That kiss was worth it!
Her brain had caught up, but her body hadn’t—Liang Jin moved with total incoordination. She slowly lowered her hands, hugged her knees, and stared blankly at the sex scene still playing on the phone.
Oh my god! Had she just… been dreaming?! This sudden rush of happiness… Liang Jin’s eyes brimmed with excited tears.
“Sis! Slap me across the face, quick!” Liang Jin grabbed her big sister’s hand and positioned it.
“Huh?” Liang Sheng had never heard such a bizarre request—wanting someone to smack her own cheek.
She raised her hand and patted Liang Jin’s head instead. “You don’t have a fever, do you? What’s gotten into you…”
“Come on already~ Sis!” Liang Jin hugged the Green-haired Girl’s arm, acting all cutesy.
Whoa, the tough girl going full aegyo? Unbearable—and unexpectedly kinda cute? That “Sis” sent a tingle straight through Liang Sheng.
But the slap request… Had An Hua’s stay in this room infected her precious Little Sister with masochist syndrome?
“You really want me to hit you?”
Liang Jin nodded earnestly. “Yep! Hit me quick, Sis!”
Sigh, how could she refuse her adorable little sister’s plea?
Liang Sheng raised her hand, huffed on her palm, and secretly wound up for some real force.
Liang Jin, lost in dopey bliss, didn’t notice her cousin’s sneaky maneuver.
“Ready?!”
Liang Jin sat ramrod straight. “Ready…”
Smack!
The slap landed on Liang Jin’s skull, twisting the poor girl’s head a solid forty-five degrees. She went totally blank.
“Whew…” Liang Sheng exhaled from her dantian.
She’d wanted to smack this cheeky, death-defying Little Sister for ages. Today, she’d finally vented.
Wait, why was she still frozen like that? Liang Sheng grew uneasy. Had that slap been too hard? Did she knock the kid silly?
“Liang Jin, hey, Liang Jin…” Liang Sheng anxiously nudged her cousin’s shoulder.
“Sis! It’s real! This isn’t a dream!”
“Wha—?!” Liang Sheng clutched her chest fat, wondering what this goofball was on about. She was clearly fine.
