Chapter 1021: NO.144: Adding a string of onomatopoeia would be fitting, bro

NO. 144: Adding a string of onomatopoeia would be fitting, bro.

The next day, at dawn.

Someone's first reaction upon waking was to immediately turn their head to look to the side.

It wasn't a plain‑patterned long robe, nor a howling cold wind, nor a dense rain stream.

This was no longer the pavilion by the high‑mountain lake; he had returned to his own bedroom, resting on a pillow of more practical significance.

He couldn't tell which was the dream within a dream.

But at least for now it was reality; the light screen suspended high up was fulfilling the role of an alarm, playing a soaring, passionate tune.

Whether passionate or not, as an alarm it could only raise blood pressure when it went off.

It made him instinctively raise his hand, wanting to touch the noisy light screen hovering in midair, but a soreness like an electric current surged up his arm, akin to the activation circuit diagram of Stanwixstan, causing his motion to halt.

What's going on…… oh, that meal from last night……

Only when he realized this did he finally snap out of that hangover‑like mental fog and return to reality.

Of course, he was also clear that in reality he had only drunk one cup.

His current dizziness was mostly a hallucination brought over from the dream, and it quickly faded once he felt the arm soreness.

I wouldn't be this sore just from doing pull‑ups all night……

So saying, a child's body really is……

He worried about the foundation of his childhood physique.

The magic‑forged claws between his fingers turned off the alarm, swiped to pull up the camera function, and he looked at his current fifteen‑ or sixteen‑year‑old appearance. Young Aomo tugged at the corner of his mouth to close it, and immediately a memo popped up that was clearly set up with intentional pop‑up logic.

It almost filled the entire screen, yet only a few Dongyan characters appeared.

【Beware of women!】

"…"

Do you still need to say it? So saying, a child really is…… The youth sighed at the nonsense of childhood.

The magic claw silently closed the memo pop‑up, and Aomo, focused, looked toward the automated clothing rack nearby; before he could issue a clothing‑selection command, he heard a bang bang bang bang knocking on the door transmitted from the light screen that had appeared beside the door.

At the same time came the girl's shout from the doorway: "Xiao She! Xiao She, are you awake? Why did you lock the door?"

He actually locked the door…… If his hand weren't injured, Aomo would have to raise a hand to his forehead.

Although the magic hand could simulate it, why bother manually performing this habitual action? He wasn't that much of a show‑off.

So he could only sigh, and after sighing he called out from afar to the door, "Entsperren/unlock."

Then he saw the door itself flash with several intertwining patterns; at the same moment it went out, the girl pushed it open with a charging momentum.

The two claws floating beside Aomo assumed an interlocking stance to shield their master in front of him.

"This is way too much! Xiao She! You actually locked your girlfriend outside!" The person arrived with a fierce aura; wearing only a pajama, her action further intensified her presence, forcing the youth to turn his head away.

"The bedroom door."

Although the huge treasure chest was tempting, the youth, still retaining his sanity, tried to correct her words.

But to this girl, such correction was largely meaningless.

"What bedroom door? Shouldn't lovers share a single bedroom?"

Sparrow clan, but it also seemed to have a problem.

The youth was still pondering when an indescribable aura drew near.

What kind of aura was it?

It was an aura formed by two mild fragrances intertwining and then mixing with a strong alcohol scent, directly outputting to the demon's taste nerves.

It almost instantly tensed his nerves, making him immediately understand why he had locked the door last night, and at this very moment he instinctively wanted to raise his hand to cover his nose,

"Mmm…"

But the hardware abnormality didn't support it, instead causing him to let out a faint groan, which immediately drew the other's concern: "Hey hey hey, don't move your hand, Xiao She."

She promptly sat close, grabbed Aomo's both hands, and covered that just‑ached intuition with a touch of warmth and softness.

It also let the youth, who had just lowered his head, face the chasm right before his eyes.

"……Your head isn't dizzy, is it?" he asked.

He felt he was actually quite dizzy.

"Dizzy, Hejiang too, and I was wondering if Xiao She had already made hangover soup… Xiao She, did you drink alcohol yourself?"

She asked while standing up, then ran back to the doorway and squatted down; from Aomo's angle he could see a few corners of the door's edge, which looked like an office‑spec medicine box.

"Why would I sneak a drink after your alcohol party?"

"Also, Xiao She, do you remember how this medicine cabinet is arranged? It looks pretty complicated."

He really did remember.

"In the second layer, third row, in the direction of the clasp, there's an ointment specially for dealing with my kind of over‑exertion—after all, this is a mercenary‑spec medicine box…"

As he said that, his gaze unconsciously drifted toward her.

Her back truly lived up to what she said—generous, clearly referencing the pajama style from the Azure Lane collaboration illustration, deliberately sought out as a petite nightgown; even with her back turned, it seemed to display the beauty of her shoulder blades and chest curves.

It made him unconsciously look down at his own front—the thickness of the autumn quilt could at least conceal the judgment of his "little brother".

Morning physiological reaction plus visual stimulation—this is a trial.

Inside the demon, a fierce struggle was underway, manifested as the angel urging him to meet his girlfriend's expectations, while the other side was clearly deliberately tempting him, and compliance would be doing her good.

While the demon shouted that precisely because he was being tempted he could not surrender, for this was a trap!

Now he couldn't lift either hand, and stepping into the trap would mean letting the other side have its way with him!

But you still have the mage's hand, don't you?! The angel shouted, although he had no idea how this thing ended up in the heart of a half‑demon……

?

Where did the angel come from?

The demon that had suddenly realized this, a knight's kick pierced the angel.

Then a bunch of monsters and scary testers gathered around, applauding and congratulating the demon—oh my, so much.

"Hey-ho! Looks like it's for external use," the girl, completely unaware that the boy had already staged a demon‑human showdown, came over holding the ointment and said, "Little Snake, don't move yet, ah… why not go take a shower first then apply the medicine?"

She sniffled, as if suddenly realizing that probably everyone had skipped the washing-up routine last night.

Wouldn't it be a bit stupid to apply the medicine, wash, then apply it again?

"It's just the arm; there's no need for that."

"It's fine; washing my face and rinsing my mouth is enough."

"Take a shower!" the girl slapped her hands on the bedside, her lifted head staring intently at the boy's subtle expression, "You gotta stay clean, Little Snake."

"Your job involves being around a bunch of fragrant girls, you know!"

After exercising and sweating all over, you won't stay fragrant… unless they used some weird chemicals…… Aomo also wasn't unaware that the classification of modern cosmetics is extraordinarily complex, with many even overstepping functional bounds.

"Alright, I'll go take a shower," the boy said expressionlessly, with both mage's hands raised in a surrender pose, "but I can do it myself."

"Eh——!"

Miss Qian's disappointed drawn‑out tone barely concealed what she was planning.

"Well then, shall I help you up, Little Snake?"

"I'd rather not…… trouble you."

Catching sight of the other's whirlpool‑like pupils, the boy, accustomed to keeping his distance, finally didn't continue refusing.

"Oh dear, Little Snake, you're being too polite—this is obviously the right thing to do."

———

8 minutes later, after triple‑checking the reinforced cognitive interference and spatial reinforcement sigils on the bathroom door, the boy finally stepped into the warm bathtub.

He glanced at the light screen showing less than an hour of clock‑in leisure, then let out a sigh.

He'd wasted a lot of time; making breakfast was no longer convenient, so he had everyone settle for takeout or roadside food.

His work start time was approaching, and Qian's class time should be……

Thinking of this, the magic claw beside him rose, attempting to type a reminder on the light screen to use the street‑transfer system, or to directly find a witch beast for a ride.

Anyway, he couldn't make it in time unless he'd finished demerit points on his license—whether speeding, running a red light, or grabbing the vehicle's front with a mage's hand, all were violations.

And a more direct transfer…… I hope Suzi will honestly hand over her card case……

Worrying about the ordeal awaiting him in Teleisen later, Aomo sighed again—then suddenly heard the sound of a door being yanked open.

He also widened his eyes, watching the bathroom partition door that ought to be immovable by ordinary means being slit open entirely.

"Little Snake~ wanna shower together~? I'll scrub your back!"

"……"

The boy felt this scene was somewhat familiar.