Anime Crossover: These Heroines Are All Abnormal

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What do you think you're doing?! You bastard!!

Chapter 112 This is outrageous!

Miyajima Sosuke stood at the bathroom door, powerless to do anything but watch that brat enter the bathroom where his wife was; he couldn't stop him.

He could not resist the power of the Master Pass.

The man put on a mask of pain. Miyajima Tsubaki, that was his wife. Even if she was given away as a gift to someone else, it was for benefits and interests. His heart was breaking. But now, a little brat had given her to him. He had just said "Please come in" to her.

What a joke!

The man outside was furious and impotent, while the woman inside watched in surprise as the boy walked in. It was clear that Aunt Miyajima hadn't expected Xiaoxiao to come in at this time, even though the man's attitude towards Xiaoxiao was strange, she had been holding back.

He could actually resist coming into the bathroom and showering with me?

"Xiaoxiao, how did you get in?"

"Of course, it was Mr. Miyajima who invited me in. He was right outside the door, hehe."

"How did you do that?"

"Is this my supernatural power, Auntie? Do you feel a little more at ease now?"

Mu Xiaoxiao rubbed his eyes, admiring the mature and sexy body of the woman in front of him. The woman's voluptuous and graceful figure was completely unreserved in front of him. Although Mu Xiaoxiao had seen it before, it still attracted his full attention.

Water droplets slid down her fair skin, and as the steam rose, white mist filled the air. The barely visible curves and the sensual, hazy beauty made Mu Xiaoxiao gasp.

Her blue braids were undone, clinging to her skin with the flow of water, hanging down her back. Her snow-white feet touched the floor, small and delicate, her slender legs with a touch of plumpness, making one want to touch the elasticity of her thighs.

The large, perky fruit and the perfectly shaped buttocks create a hot S-curve.

Miyajima Tsubaki also noticed his gaze. The lady did not hide it and showed it to him openly. Then she walked gracefully to Mu Xiaoxiao, raised her finger, and the water droplet dripped from her fingertip onto his nose. Then she slowly moved her palm.

"Want to shower together?" the beautiful wife asked enticingly.

"Okay," Mu Xiaoxiao's nose was filled with her fragrance. The lady's body scent mixed with the shower gel made her more and more restless and excited. "Auntie, you are so beautiful."

Snapped!

"Bad boy," Miyajima Tsubaki pinned him against the wall, water splashing up. The lady's fingers slid down Mu Xiaoxiao's face, her crimson lips parted slightly, her fragrant tongue licking her lips, her moist breath hitting Mu Xiaoxiao's face.

"How dare you barge into Auntie's bathroom and even get aroused by her!" she scolded as she slowly unbuckled his belt with her fingers. As the boy's wet clothes slipped down, his firm muscles were caressed, kissed, and licked by Mrs. Miyajima with fascination.

"Is it because the master of the house is right outside that you find it exciting?" Her breathing was a little erratic. "As a guest, you're here toying with the mistress, watching her writhe and submit to you, being conquered by you. It feels very fulfilling, doesn't it? You wicked little devil—"

I think you're the one who feels a great sense of accomplishment and finds it very exciting!

Although I also have a bit

"Auntie, what are you saying? I just wanted to come in and help you scrub your back and wash your back," Mu Xiaoxiao said with an innocent expression. She was clearly enjoying the pleasures of this beautiful lady, but her face was incredibly naive.

"Look, I'm just helping Auntie wash her body."

"..."

Her breathing became even more erratic.

“Yes, it’s just scrubbing,” Miyajima Tsubaki’s voice was a little hoarse. It was clear that Mrs. Miyajima was more excited, more enthusiastic, and more loving than she was in the yard. “Little one, it’s okay to scrub a little harder, that way you can get it clean!”

"Auntie, I'm quite dirty, could you help me wash up?"

“Of course,” Miyajima Tsubaki said with hazy eyes, pressing Da Lei down on her. “Auntie will help you clean, especially down there, it has to be washed very thoroughly.”

Hmm, the scrubbing motion started to get heated.

"Auntie, is it all washed up?"

"That's not enough! There's still inside, Little one. Use it to help Auntie clean inside. Make sure it's very clean, Auntie is very particular about cleanliness, oh————"

Passion was about to ignite, and Miyajima Tsubaki and Mu Xiaoxiao sat in the bathtub, the disheveled lady indulging in a complete and unrestrained moment.

Immersed in the joy of a bath.

Outside, Miyajima Sosuke was in a bind. His eyes were bloodshot, and he stood trembling at the door. He could only hear the sound of rushing water, but that was precisely what made it so intriguing.

Especially as time ticked by, almost half an hour had passed and they still hadn't come out, the man grew increasingly agitated and started banging on the door, "Chun! Are you done yet? How long are you going to stay?!"

"You brat! And you too—come out here right now!"

No matter how much the man yelled or banged on the door, there was no response from inside. This made him frantically grab his hair, his scarred face becoming increasingly ferocious, and his anger growing ever stronger.

His internal organs were practically scorched by rage, but when a refreshed Mu Xiaoxiao emerged with her wife, who was wearing a white nightgown and had rosy cheeks and looked like she had been well-fed, the man's eyes practically turned green with envy.

What were you all doing in there?!

“Mr. Miyajima, what else can we do? Of course, we’ll take a bath,” Mu Xiaoxiao blinked innocently. “It’s like two people scrubbing each other’s backs, which will definitely take some time.”

"You'd better just take a bath."

The man stared intently at Mu Xiaoxiao, his eyes practically threatening to devour him whole, like he was looking at the neighbor's brat—no, he was an even worse plague than a brat!

"You've seen it all, eaten it all, and taken a bath. Kid, you should be satisfied now. You can leave!" Judging from the man's expression, it was as if he wanted to be carried out in a sedan chair by eight men!

These are our ancestors.

"Mr. Miyajima," Mu Xiaoxiao said shyly, fidgeting a little, "I'd like to stay here for the night, is that alright?"

The man nearly suffocated and fainted. No!!

“Of course, no problem,” he said, his face ashen, his words insincere, sounding as if he had been threatened. “But, if I don’t come home at night, my family will worry, won’t they?”

"Oh, it's okay. I'm an orphan, and I don't have a home," Mu Xiaoxiao waved her hand dismissively. "I'm so happy to be able to live in this big house."

"..."

"Oh right, I want to sleep in Auntie's room. I want to sleep with Auntie Miyajima."

"This is impossible!" Miyajima Sosuke finally couldn't hold back anymore. He roared, his hideous and ferocious face like a demon, glaring at him fiercely. "Kid, don't go too far!"

“Why not?” Mrs. Miyajima ignored his protests and even took Mu Xiaoxiao’s arm, her eyes full of tenderness, doting, and deep love. “Xiaoxiao, go to Auntie’s room now. Auntie will hold you to sleep tonight.”

"If you like, Auntie's room will be your bedroom from now on."

"Tsubaki! What nonsense are you talking about! How could you talk to this guy..."

Miyajima Sosuke shut his mouth in despair. Faced with Mu Xiaoxiao's all-powerful pass, he finally swallowed back his words of refusal, his lips trembling as he uttered those words.

"You, please..."

After saying this, the man seemed to have lost all his energy and spirit. He couldn't understand why he had become like this. His house had been completely taken over by that brat, as if he were the master of the place and could do whatever he wanted.

He even used his own wife at will.

Watching his wife enter the bedroom with that brat, and all he could do was stand there helplessly, not even think of stopping her, let alone resisting. A voice in his heart told him that this was only natural.

Mu Xiaoxiao should have gone into that room!

It’s so deceiving!

Miyajima Sosuke found that all he could do seemed to be escape, out of sight, out of mind.

Under the pitch-black night, the man left the Miyajima house. He didn't want to see that brat again!

"Auntie, that guy ran away. Looks like he couldn't take our teasing after all," Mu Xiaoxiao said, standing by the window and pulling back the curtains a crack. She watched the man leave in a disheveled state under the night sky and chuckled.

The white bathrobe slipped off her body, and Mrs. Miyajima wrapped her arms around Mu Xiaoxiao's neck from behind, pressing against his back. Her ripe flesh was squeezed out of shape. "Forget about that man, Xiaoxiao, Auntie is your woman now~".

She just wants to be with this boy right now, enjoying their time together and not wanting to be disturbed by anyone.

"Yes, Auntie is my woman. After I deal with that Boyman this weekend, I'll take care of this guy. Auntie Miyajima is mine, and I will never let anyone else have her!"

Once again, Mrs. Miyajima's passionate cherry lips and fragrant tongue took over. The lingering kiss lasted for a long time before Miyajima Tsubaki finally parted her lips, her saliva stretching out as she cupped the boy's face, her eyes filled with tenderness.

"Xiaoxiao, what you just said, is it true?"

"what?"

"You are an orphan..."

She had always been concerned about this. Mrs. Miyajima realized that she didn't know anything about Xiaoxiao, the boy with magical powers who was able to save her. She didn't know him at all and had never asked about his experiences.

Her background is so pitiful.

“That’s all in the past,” Mu Xiaoxiao said with a smile, thinking of Qian and the others, and the events that had happened in the past two weeks since she transmigrated. “I have a lot of family now, although they’re all girls, cough. Aunt Miyajima, you won’t be jealous, will you?”

quipped.

Seeing him winking at her, the elegant and gentle lady's expression remained unchanged. "Of course not, how could I be angry with you? Xiaoxiao, Auntie is also your family, this is your home."

She pulled Mu Xiaoxiao into her arms, wanting to give him all her love. Holding his head, she thought, "He saved me, and I will save him too. I will give him everything."

“Come on, do it~. Auntie will take good care of you,” Mrs. Miyajima said, swaying her hips wantonly. “This time it’s not for revenge, it’s just for you, for Xiaoxiao.”

"Today is my fertile period, it's okay, Xiaoxiao, give me everything."

"Not a single drop can be wasted, Auntie, Auntie wants to have your baby..."

Chapter 113 Mu Jun, can you help me?

These past few days have been Mrs. Miyajima's critical period, and with all that she's done, her belly is bulging. This exaggerated amount of activity is definitely going to result in pregnancy, but unfortunately, Mu Xiaoxiao's essence is rather special, so Mrs. Miyajima is likely to be disappointed.

Mu Xiaoxiao didn't tell her this, including that Aunt Miyajima's body would become stronger because of the nourishment from her seed. She'll give her a surprise later.

"It's morning..."

Sakura Miyajima lay lazily on the bed, the fan blowing up her nightgown. Feeling the sunlight streaming in from the window, she felt this languid mood for the first time, wanting only to lie in bed and empty her mind, doing nothing and thinking nothing.

She hadn't recovered from what happened yesterday; it was suffocating her. What succubus monsters, what scumbag father, and Mu Xiaoxiao and her mother—wait a minute! She suddenly sat up straight on the soft bed.

The two of them even slept together—

The senior student hurriedly got up and dressed, her hair barely touched, and simply tied it into a ponytail before leaving the room. The house was empty and quiet, with only the sounds of cicadas and birds outside. It was already past this hour, and her mother still hadn't gotten up.

The kitchen was spotless and empty; normally, breakfast would have been prepared long ago.

So it really was Mu Xiaoxiao who did it, right?

"Hey, senior, good morning," Mu Xiaoxiao said, scratching her stomach and yawning as she came downstairs. "You look like you have dark circles under your eyes. Didn't you sleep well last night?"

"With so much happening, how could I possibly sleep well?" She suddenly remembered something and quickly covered her eyes. "Dark circles? Wait, let me put on some makeup first!"

Mu Xiaoxiao: "..."

As expected of a Japanese girl.

When Miyajima Sakura returned to the restaurant downstairs, her dark circles had miraculously disappeared. Her makeup skills were quite good. However, apart from that, in Mu Xiaoxiao's eyes, she didn't look much different from before, after all, she was naturally beautiful.

"You seem to be in good spirits, Mu Xiaoxiao. You slept well last night, didn't you?" Seeing him calmly eating his bread, Miyajima Sakura really wanted to snatch the bread from his hand and eat it herself, but her years of self-cultivation ultimately prevented her from doing such a thing.

"good."

"Mom must be feeling well too, otherwise she wouldn't still be in bed and have forgotten about breakfast."

Sakura Miyajima muttered to herself.

"Well, senior, Auntie is just like you. Too many things happened yesterday. She couldn't sleep at all last night, tossing and turning. She was quite shocked and exhausted. She didn't fall asleep until very late," Mu Xiaoxiao said with a heavy expression. "So she's still resting now."

Keep making things up, do you think I'll believe you?

It was indeed a significant blow, a physical one, I suppose. You must have made Mom faint quite a few times last night.

"Senior?" Mu Xiaoxiao carefully observed her expression and, seeing that she didn't look too good, handed her the bread. "How about this for breakfast? I'll pour you a glass of milk too?"

Sakura Miyajima remained silent, then snatched the item and stuffed it into her mouth, saying, "Hurry up and go!"

Seeing Mu Xiaoxiao obediently pouring milk for herself, the senior's cheeks, which had been stuffed with milk, bulged out, but her expression softened.

"Miss, please have some."

"..."

Sakura Miyajima suppressed the smile on her lips, gave him a coquettish glare, and couldn't get angry even if she wanted to. "Since Mom is resting, I guess I have to make the bento myself."

"Oh? Miyajima-senpai can cook?"

"You underestimate me, don't you?" She tied on an apron, put her hands on her hips, and busied herself in the kitchen, skillfully frying chicken nuggets and making rice balls. Soon, a fragrant aroma wafted out, and Miyajima Sakura took out two bento boxes.

Mu Xiaoxiao straddled the chair, holding the back with both hands, resting her chin on it, swaying her body. She watched her senior's face, which looked eight-tenths like Aunt Miyajima's, as she focused intently on plating the bento. She had originally wanted to say that someone had already brought her a bento, but she changed her mind before she could finish the sentence.

"Am I included too? Senior, you're so kind~".