Chapter 736: Don't Go

Heimu only heard a rapid mat‑scraping sound from behind; before she could turn, something solid struck her thigh.

The impact was sizable; she swayed forward half a step before regaining her balance.

Looking down, a pair of pink arms clung tightly around her right leg, pink hair buried against the side of her thigh, the little head nudging the edge of her skirt and trembling lightly.

The sensation on her thigh was warm and soft; through the black silk she could feel the curve of the other's cheek and the rhythm of their breathing.

"Xi Lian—!"

"Don't go?"

Xi Lian's voice was muffled by the skirt fabric, the tone soft and wet, the trailing note trembling.

"Lady, don't go… I really know I was wrong… I don't want the lady to just leave like this…?"

The text on the panel refreshed wildly.

A red light near the edge of the system interface lit up.

"【Caught】"

"【Really caught】"

"【Lady's thigh. So soft. Even through the stockings you can feel the temperature】"

"【The feel of the stockings. Stockings. The feel of stockings on the face】"

"【Want to rub. Want to rub hard. Want to bury the whole face inside】"

"【The texture of the black silk. The hem of the black silk. The skin temperature beneath the black silk】"

"【Really want to lick. Really want to lick, really want to lick, really want to lick】"

"【Just lick once. Gently. The lady won't notice】"

"【Just once—】"

Heimu felt a wet, hot sensation on her thigh.

Through a layer of black silk, the temperature and humidity of that sensation were transmitted precisely to her skin.

It wasn't rubbing, not pressing, but licking.

The tip of the tongue brushed over the black silk, the wet, soft heat.

She jolted as if shocked by electricity, goosebumps spreading from her thigh up her spine, her shoulders tensing uncontrollably for a moment.

And Xi Lian kept arching upward.

Her face moved from the side of the thigh toward the root, the tip of her nose sliding over the skin through the black silk, while emitting a faint purr like a kitten slipping into its mother's embrace.

She arched deeper, her head already nudging the skirt's edge, pink hair poking under the hem, her forehead touching the inner lining of the skirt.

The text on the panel had entered a frantic stacking state, lines cascading down like a waterfall.

"【Want to slip under the skirt】"

"【Want to kiss the calf】"

"【Want to kiss the lady's fingers one by one, from tip to base】"

"【Want to kiss that especially sexy spot on the lady's neck】"

"【Want to kiss the lady's little mouth, just a light touch, very light, then another touch】"

"【Then being pushed away by the lady, who would say 'What are you doing?' in a voice that's panicked, angry, yet suppressing a temper】"

"【Then she says 'No licking allowed', yet she's still pinned on the mat, unable to move】"

"【Then—】"

And what Xi Lian uttered was:

"I'm sorry… really sorry… I just don't want the lady to think I've changed… I'm still the same Xi Lian, I just don't know why I've become like this, my mind is a mess, but I really don't want the lady to leave…?"

The voice was as soft as freshly boiled rice cake, making anyone who heard it feel tender.

Heimu's mind switched wildly between two channels: in her left ear the tear‑tinged, soft apology from Xi Lian's mouth, in her right eye the panel scrolling by the second with censored content, and her thigh still held the lingering wet sensation from the lick.

Three inputs ran in parallel, and her processor couldn't cope.

All day she dealt with Socratic Feng Jin's philosophical interrogations, the yuri teasing of HaiSeYin in the bath, a thousand Ti Bao hidden with explosives across the city, Godfather A Ge Lai Ya's beautifully packaged lonely longing, and even fought Bai E in Data Space, shifting from Three-Dimensional to Two-Dimensional and back.

All that combined still didn't match the impact of the pink‑hair Fen Mao ball before her.

The once‑quiet, gentle girl now pressed her face against her thigh, her mind replaying an explicit fantasy novel starring herself.

Heimu lifted her right hand directly.

The five fingers were brought together.

She raised her hand and punched.

Thud.

A clean, decisive punch landed on the crown of Xi Lian's head, the force calibrated precisely to make her faint without causing any real injury.

Xi Lian let out a short "wu" from her mouth, the arm that was around the thigh loosened, and she fell back softly.

But she didn't hit the ground; as the fist landed, Heimu flicked her left finger, and a violet‑black light lifted Xi Lian's body, letting her hover half a meter above the floor, drifting slowly.

The pink shoulder‑length hair floated gently in the levitation aura, the closed‑eyed sleeping face serene like a delicate porcelain doll.

Heimu looked down at her own thigh.

A small, noticeably darker water stain on the black silk's surface reflected a faint glimmer under the screen's cold white light.

The most obvious one lay just above the skirt's edge, irregular in shape, as if something soft and wet had brushed back and forth over it.

She inhaled deeply.

She stared at the mark for about three seconds, her expression extremely complex, her lips moving.

She couldn't just say she'd lick back, could she?

She flicked her finger again, the levitation spell carried Xi Lian gently to the bedside, the blanket lifted automatically, Xi Lian was placed softly onto it, and the blanket closed itself.

The sleeping pink‑haired girl nudged her face into the pillow, murmuring a vague dream‑speech: "... Lady…?"

After quieting down, that face indeed returned to the appearance of the little Xi Lian in Heimu Memory, with pretty pink hair and delicate features.

The premise is to ignore the large lump on her head that is slowly turning red.

Heimu stood at the bedside, looking down from above at the sleeping face.

He also glanced at the floating System Panel beside him.

It recorded all of Xi Lian's inner statements just now, from "【Really want to lick the lady's boots】" to "【Really want the lady to press me onto the mat—】", each line perfectly archived in the system log, tagged as 【Joyful Entry Residual Influence·Psychological Activity Record·Confidential Level: Highest】.

She frowned as she looked at the dense strings of text above.

From a purely casual observer's perspective, this content is indeed quite interesting, even usable as material for a certain bizarre‑leaning light novel.

But when the protagonist of those words is herself, it ceases to be interesting.

It is horror.

A cute girl becomes a sexually repressed pervert.

Being OOC to this extent is no longer a matter of a tag; it's a character concept being uprooted.

Heimu stood at the bedside in silence for a while, while the wind outside the window passed through the lemon tree's branches, blowing a few golden leaves onto the windowsill.

In the distance, the blades of a windmill turned slowly, their shadows slipping through the curtain gaps and gently sweeping across Xi Lian's sleeping face.

The lump on her head appeared even more pronounced in the shadows.

Heimu reached out and brushed the tuft of spiky hair hovering above the pillow back into place, their fingertips feeling the dry, soft pink strands.

She withdrew her hand and turned toward the door.

The soles of her boots pressed on the stone‑tiled floor, each step light.

When she reached the doorway she paused, glanced back at the Fen Mao girl curled up on the bed, then reached out to gently close the door.

The instant the door shut, the corridor fell back into silence.