Chapter 90: The Adolescent Pig Author Will Not Dream of a Bunny Girl Editor

Since Gao Sijin failed to write a single word that day, Tsukiyuki Rio had no choice but to don a succubus cosplay outfit that evening, even placing a certain pink, indescribable sticker on her flat, snow-white stomach. She looked as if she had genuinely stepped out of a fantasy novel.

Sijin had his limbs bound by her chains and was used to the point of nearly passing out several times. After a rhythmic session with fragrant sweat spilling everywhere, the sky began to lighten, and Sijin felt as if his waist was about to snap.

Yu Qingxue saved the recording of that night, naming the video “Night of the Succubus.”

“So, not writing your manuscript is harmful to your health. Understood, Master?”

Switching off the camera, Qingxue glanced at Sijin sprawled on the bed, finding the sight too pitiful to stare at.

“Gao-kun, what a wonderful night it was. Let’s go take a bath together.”

Tsukiyuki Rio not only looked completely free of fatigue but seemed invigorated by the experience, dragging Sijin out of bed and running straight into the bathroom.

Qingxue entered the bathroom as well. After the entire night, she too felt a bit flushed and wanted to take a shower.

Seeing a completely unclothed Qingxue walk boldly into the bathroom barefoot, Sijin was frightened out of his wits and shouted, “Wh-Why are you coming in too?”

“Why shouldn’t I? Do you discriminate against women?”

“It’s not discrimination. Don’t you know men and women should keep their distance?”

“Who cares what you think.” Qingxue ignored him and started rinsing off on the other side.

Tsukiyuki Rio snuggled into Sijin’s arms, still intoxicated by the erotic memories of the previous night.

Sharing the same bathroom, Sijin discovered a secret: Rio was not as well-endowed as Qingxue. A rough estimate put Qingxue at a D cup, whereas Rio was likely a C.

As for physique, Rio was like a petite, sheltered Young Miss, while Qingxue was tall and slender, a total mature beauty through and through.

After rinsing off, Qingxue also entered the hot bath and let out a long, relaxing sigh.

“Aaaah, this is the life—”

“Why did you get in the bath too?”

“What’s the problem? This was a women’s bathhouse to begin with. And what’s there to be embarrassed about? I’ve already seen your entire body before.”

Qingxue stretched her alluringly flawless, almost perfect figure lazily in the bath, an image that was enough to make one’s blood boil.

Tsukiyuki Rio cupped Sijin’s face in both hands and whispered softly, “Gao-kun, you mustn’t think about the food in the pot while eating from your bowl.”

“Only kids want it all. An adult like me can barely handle even you alone…”

Still, soaking in the hot water after total exhaustion was a kind of pleasure in itself.

He just felt that if he kept this up every day, his body would suffer a catastrophe sooner or later. Last night, he’d had the sensation that his brain was about to break; even now, he could hear the echoes of Rio’s unending, crazed laughter from the night before in his ears.

After the bath, Qingxue considerately handed Sijin a glass of goji berry water.

She seemed to be stifling a laugh, and that schadenfreude expression made Sijin’s teeth itch with hatred.

“Alright, Gao-kun, put on your clothes quickly. We’ll be leaving soon. You’re meeting your editor today. Oh, right—your pen name is no longer Bishop Myriel; it’s Tsukiyuki Nishiki now. Be sure to remember that.”

“My surname is Gao!”

“Mhm, I know. Why do you think I’ve always called you ‘Gao-kun’?” Tsukiyuki Rio said with a beaming smile. “But in the end, Gao-kun will still marry into my family. That fact is unchangeable.”

“I will never marry you.”

“And if I force the marriage?”

“Then I’ll run.”

“If you run, I’ll catch you. Do you really think you can escape?”

Unconsciously, Rio drew close to Sijin, gripping his hand with her small, snow-white fingers.

It was still that heavily possessive, interlocking-fingers grip. The moment Sijin tried to break free with force, she would squeeze tighter, absolutely refusing to let him escape.

The two sat in the back seat of the Mercedes-Benz. Sijin’s current mood was rather agitated.

This was the first time since being kidnapped that he was leaving this damn estate. If he could have it his way, he really would never return.

“Gao-kun is so cute, wearing everything on your face like that. You don’t act like an adult at all.”

“Rio, I’m not even begging for my freedom anymore. But please, I’m begging you, don’t lock me up in that estate again. Even if you imprison me on the top floor of a skyscraper, as long as I can look out the window at the bustling city nightscape whenever I want, that would be better.”

“Alright then. I’ll imprison Gao-kun in a luxury apartment in Shinjuku Ward from now on.”

Rio agreed to his request with absolute ease.

As long as the gilded cage was simply replaced with a more refined one, Rio was willing to comply.

But if he ever tried to escape from her side, he shouldn’t even think about it.

Qingxue stepped on the accelerator, and the lush green foliage outside quickly flew past.

Before long, Sijin finally laid eyes once more on rows upon rows of towering buildings and pedestrians speaking various languages.

All the myriad facets of the world flooded into Sijin’s vision. He was so moved he felt like crying.

“Gao-kun, everything you see is false. Apart from me, no one will ever truly love you.” Rio gently cradled Sijin’s head and pressed it softly against her knees. “From now on, it’s enough if I am the one to protect Gao-kun.”

“Tsukiyuki Rio, what will it take for you to finally let me go?”

“I won’t part from you no matter what. For the rest of my life, I want to read Gao-kun’s novels every day and rest my head on Gao-kun’s chest.”

The web novelist destined to die obscure and unknown, filled with regrets, would, under the nurturing care of Tsukiyuki Rio, become an incredible, bestselling phenomenon.

Even if he came to fear it, or even resent it, Rio would absolutely never let go again.

Because without her, Gao Sijin would accomplish nothing. Until the very end, he would only have a handful of readers.

“Gao-kun, when your novel gets an anime adaptation, let’s get married.”

Sijin didn’t answer.

Because he knew that whether he refused or agreed, he could not escape the fate of marrying Tsukiyuki Rio.

His first love and first kiss did not belong to her, but his first night had already been forcibly taken by her.

Perhaps ever since that one night of madness, Sijin had already realized the truth: he could never escape again.

“Rio… I…”

Sijin knew that Rio loved him more than anyone else.

But even today, that love still felt so heavy that it made it hard for him to breathe.

“Gao-kun will gradually come to accept me.”

The Mercedes-Benz pulled to a stop in front of a building in Nishi-Shinjuku, Shinjuku Ward.

A bunny girl in black stockings and high heels had been waiting there for quite some time.

“Gao-kun, she is your editor.”

Sijin glanced at the bunny girl. He got the feeling that anyone who would wear such provocative clothing on the street had to be a rather distinctive character.