Chapter 320 Unique
12 month 30 day.

One o'clock.

"Sister Natasha, be loyal!"

"..."

Walking on the street, you may occasionally encounter patrolmen.

They saluted me from a distance.

I know very well that this is because Mr. Ming has not told anyone...about his current relationship with me.

12 month 30 day.

One o'clock.

Tavern.

Just as Mr. Ming said, Miss Minnie hasn't gone to bed yet.

"What did you do? There's no trace."

"Breasts? Or legs...socks are fine too. Saint?"

"..."

"jingle."

When I entered the store, Miss Minnie had just come down from the second floor, muttering strange words.

"Oh, isn't this Natasha?"

"I heard from the boy that you are sick? You do not look good... Are you eating or what? Why are you here at this time?"

"...I want to eat. Can I borrow your kitchen?"

"We just had a celebration party. If you don't mind, I'd like to heat it up for a midnight snack. Come chat with me."

"..."

"I see. So it's because of the illness...that's why the little brother couldn't get satisfaction and had this opportunity. Hmm...Duoduo is a little pitiful?"

Maybe I understand what the boss lady is talking about. But now I don't want to care about it, I just sit there at the polished table.

There was a hint of perfume in the air, probably from Miss Minnie after the celebration party.

12 month 30 day.

Half past one in the morning.

"There are too many. I can only pick a few dishes to heat up."

The lady boss brought out four or five dishes. Tofu, shredded barbecued meat...

"thank you……"

"Am I old? I look no more than thirty years old, right?"

"..."

I don't know why, but my eyes gradually blurred as the heat rose and my nose was filled with the aroma of food.

I hadn't eaten or drunk anything for a whole day and night, and I was thirsty and hungry, but I didn't want to move at all.

"Hey, what's going on?"

"Could it be that the little brother abandoned her after having an affair?"

Miss Maynie ran over and patted me on the back.

"No... Ugh."

"Mr. Ming is to me..."

"..."

"What? You might as well sit at the same table with Duoduo. One of them fainted from joy at being treated as a woman, and the other cried because she felt she was treated too well. Really, you two should sit at the same table."

"I thought something had happened. Really... Do you know that I'm jealous of you guys? I'm obviously also young, and my figure is not inferior..."

The proprietress paused and changed her words, "Well, not inferior to Duoduo."

"Eat quickly, my stomach is growling."

"..."

Why is Mr. Ming so nice to me?

You can call me disgusting and call me a bitch. No matter how you punish me, I think it's natural... Even if you don't want to punish me, I deserve it.

The note reads.

Only the things I really want to do count.

It would be very easy to think that what I wrote was false and force me to say what I really wanted... or to punish me directly.

I need to fill my stomach.

Ask me to help take a look at Duoduo.

"Really, stop crying... I'm looking forward to chatting with you, not handing you paper."

"Wait, you're not going to faint too, are you?!"

"..."

I do not know.

Just now, I raised my head woodenly... and found that Mr. Ming's eyes didn't have the disgust I imagined. It seemed more like he was simply tired. Or maybe... he accepted me a little bit.

I looked at the food in front of me again, steam rising from it.

“That’s it. Turn emotion into motivation.”

"Go back quickly after eating."

"I suddenly don't want to chat with you anymore. You look like this... and your thoughts are similar to Duoduo's. Ah... I'm an old woman. So painful. Jealous..."

"..."

The elegance with which I ate previously was all fake.

Originally, I was just an ordinary woman who was forced to learn etiquette in the temple.

That kind of thing...I went out and bought rings, pairs of rings.

I have been tarnishing this memory, and Mr. Ming has been trying to give up his personal stance and sympathize with me.

I'm just a... rotten person.

12 month 30 day.

Three o'clock in the morning.

Go back to the cabin.

I stood at Mr. Ming's door for a long time. My legs felt numb, but I didn't push the door open.

The wind is very cold at night.

I was only wearing a large coat and a maid's dress underneath. It was too small.

"What are you doing standing at the door?"

"Want to leave again?"

"..."

There was a sudden sound from inside the door, and my teeth began to chatter unconsciously.

"No... You said I still have value."

"I just……"

I just saw Duoduo, she was sleeping soundly. Now there is no one to take care of Mr. Ming...so.

This is my wish.

"The door is unlocked. Just don't make any noise."

"..."

I pushed the door open carefully. I couldn't see anything, so I could only rely on my memory.

"Pay attention, I'm not planning on fulfilling the wish right now. Change the way you talk."

"..."

Contrary to what I thought, Mr. Ming didn't seem to want to 'go back'.

The breath is very close. The room still has the familiar smell. No... The only difference is whether there are people living here. Who is living here? Maybe the smell that I am attached to is just an imagination. It doesn't exist at all.

Mr. Ming said nothing more.

I do not have either.

I just used the moonlight coming in through the window to pick up the clothes on the chair and fold them. Then I casually stuffed the quilt that had fallen on the floor back into place.

I couldn't say the lines I had thought of at all because I was told not to argue.

What should I do?

After taking off her coat, she was still wearing Duoduo's maid outfit... The skirt was very short and the chest was very tight.

"I...I heard from Miss Minnie that you and Duoduo didn't have that."

"..."

Mr. Ming did not answer.

"Are you still saving..."

"..."

"Don't have any feelings, just treat it as your body... just a tool for comfort. It's okay..."

"Didn't I just say that? I don't want to fulfill my wish yet."

"..."

Yes, was it rejected?
A similar wish popped up as Duoduo's...but not to be treated as a woman, but a prop.

"And I'm very tired now."

"……sorry."

Is this taken for granted?
How can someone be so shameless as to take advantage of others?
Even if he accepted me a little bit, he would not be willing to touch me at this time. My body would only be disgusting to Mr. Ming.

"But this damn weather has suddenly turned cold. It's cold sleeping alone. There's no extra blanket in the hut."

"I, I'll go get the quilt..."

“Is it possible that there is a better choice than a quilt?”

"..."

I was stunned. My body, which was about to move, was frozen in place.

But Mr. Ming didn't answer me, and I couldn't see his expression in such a dark environment.

"Then, then I...can I be the blanket?"

"..."

Still no answer. It was like tacit consent.

I froze for a long time before slowly moving my body closer.

I can't think of a wish?

No.

There are so many wishes, but they are all related to Mr. Ming...

Even though I could feel his body temperature and breathing under the quilt... I couldn't do anything. My body was very stiff.

until……

Her breasts were pinched and her face was pressed against his shoulder.

The desire that I couldn't release in Duoduo also pressed against my thighs. I could feel the warmth.

"Don't move, that's it. I meant what I said about being tired."

"Go to sleep."

I felt like I couldn't suppress something in my chest. But I couldn't organize the words to express it, so I could only tremble and cry silently.

It was as if I was suddenly back to an afternoon when I had just met Mr. Ming.

'How can you be so thin and dark like a monkey?'

"You will become more and more beautiful in the future. Don't worry."

He would teach me a lesson to the strangers who laughed at me behind my back, and then comfort me.

It was clearly me who did something wrong, but Mr. Ming was the one who comforted me.

12 month 30 day.

early.

I still didn't sleep all night, waiting for him to wake up.

"Why are you in bed? Wasn't it like this yesterday?"

"..."

I am no longer the fragile little person I used to be. Now... I have a figure that is no less beautiful than that of the boss lady.

Enough to be called obscene buttocks.

“You really don’t need to wipe it there.”

I didn't do anything special, I just brought a basin of hot water and helped him wipe his body.

"Also, is it possible... that I could get up and take a bath by myself?"

"Hiss! Jiang Mengying?"

"..."

I have already regarded myself as a tool from the bottom of my heart. A tool that can do anything just for him. If not... I have no reason to live. There is no reason for me to exist here.

"No, you eat it for breakfast?"

"..."

"That's really unnecessary. If you think about it carefully...it's not your fault, it's your mother's. It's not you who is blackmailing. Who would use their daughter's innocence to blackmail money?"

I don't want to hear this.

It just makes me feel more and more that I am a bad person...

"Mr. Ming...are you feeling comfortable?"

"...Is this really what you want?"

"You don't have to sympathize with me. I don't deserve any sympathy. I am not qualified... to be forgiven. I am just a prop."

"I told you not to grant wishes with that kind of talk... Wait!"

It's ok.

When you are no longer interested in my body, then your wish will be fulfilled and you will go back. Just take Duoduo back with you.

As for me, I have already received enough happiness. What remains is only repayment... and a love that is so despicable that I can no longer show it to others.

12 month 30 day.

noon.

When I live my life thinking in terms of props, I suddenly feel a lot more relaxed.

"Is it possible... I don't have that many stars? And now I'm in a period of fatigue."

"..."

I stopped moving my toes.

"Well, but one can't give up halfway."

"..."

I continued my activities.

I completely used myself as a prop, and Duoduo's clothes were very useful. The accumulation... I have almost cleaned it up.

I won't mention my wishes anymore.

I was a caring tool who knew when he wasn't that interested in me. That was enough.

12 month 30 day.

in the afternoon.

In addition to using them as sex toys, I will also buy some things that Mr. Ming might need.

"Sister Natasha!"

"..."

If you meet Duoduo.

"I, I don't know what happened... I fainted."

If you want to ask me about that, I don't really know... I just guessed what he might like based on what I did with Mr. Ming before.

"Are you really okay? Brother, you won't treat me like a woman after all the hard work... and then treat me like a child again because of this?"

Will not.

Because love is returned, and happiness, joy... fainting is not a big deal. Maybe it's a plus.

"But that's so scary... can I really become one with Duoduo...?"

"Sister Natasha...can you teach me something else? I also want to look as awesome as you..."

"..."

Use a rolling pin to practice. Feet or something like that.

"Sister Natasha is so amazing... Can I really do this?"

can do it.

Even if you don't know, he will teach you.

1 month 3 day.

Mr. Ming is basically in good health now.

The New Year in the Doma Autonomous Region is on the 13th, and because of Paimon’s success… maybe it will be more prosperous than in previous years, with lights and decorations everywhere.

I heard that the Agate District has made some progress and the rebel army is growing in size.

"..."

I just undressed myself as usual. Just like I have been doing these days.

"Do you think that people can really become props?"

Before I could get close, Mr. Ming spoke.

"..."

My hands, which were pulling down the shoulder strap, also stopped.

"Although I may be a little bit shy, it's not to this extent. I don't need props."

"If you want to stay with me, change your mind first."

Mr. Ming didn't wait for me to serve him like he did the previous few days. Instead, he opened the door and left. Maybe he was going to the tavern, or maybe he was going to talk to Paimon after he recovered.

Either one is fine.

Mr. Ming...what do you want me to be?

1 month 3 day.

late at night.

Mr. Ming is back.

"..."

I was still sitting at the table without changing my cheongsam.

Mr. Ming's neck is covered with lipstick marks. Bright lipstick... the color is Duoduo.

"Miss Maynie asked me if you were not going to work in the tavern anymore."

“There are fewer customers complaining.”

"..."

Do you want me to go work?

"It's up to you. If you want to go, go. If you don't want to go, don't go."

"Also, Paimon and I are going to the Agate District soon, probably for ten days."

"..."

I no longer have the right to be a tool, because the person I want to serve is no longer here.

1 month 12 day.

Mr. Ming was two days slower than the ten days he had said.

"Minnie told me that you were a little absent-minded on the 10th and the next two days. You broke several plates."

"Sorry……"

I wanted to see it too much. I was too scared... What was I afraid of?

It's just a tool that can be thrown away at any time, why are you afraid? You should accept the fate of being thrown away.

but I……

"You still have the confidence to say that you can be a prop? I don't think you are qualified."

"..."

I simply couldn't do what I imagined, just serving, not thinking about anything else, waiting for the day when I would be thrown away.

"I hope that we can defeat the emperor smoothly and get some useful clues."

"You should go back too. Snow Country is your home."

"Well, I'll take you back."

"..."

After saying this, Mr. Ming returned to his room.

I stood there in a daze. My heart started to be unstoppable again... greedy, thinking about things that I shouldn't think about.

"Xiao Jiang. No nighttime pillow activity today?"

"..."

I moved and entered the room.

I want to ask, why is he still so nice to me? He is such a rotten person who does not deserve sympathy or pity.

"It may be a good habit not to delve into other people's past. But that only applies to other people. I should have delved into it at that time, maybe those things wouldn't have happened."

"It can be considered as a failure of duty as a brother. It is not one person's responsibility."

"I can't tell you what our relationship is now... acquaintances, friends, lovers, but it's definitely not the same as before. But, I never thought of using you as a prop or anything like that. I'm not as great and good a person as you think... When you were in junior high school, I thought maybe we could really become childhood sweethearts."

"Ha... After all, the content of the paper crane you folded is a bit abstract."

"..."

The Mr. Ming in front of me is almost the same as I remember. His face has obviously changed a lot now. He has become more handsome than before... but he still looks exactly the same.

"Ugh. I..."

What to say?

I am no longer a prop, and I punish myself for not being a prop.

In what capacity?
"Do you want to be my pillow tonight? I'll give you three seconds to decide."

"3..."

I was already there. Clinging to him. Trembling.

"Isn't this very honest? There is no one in the world who can be a prop. We are not made of wood."

"I'm sorry...brother."

"Wait, stop calling me by that old nickname. It gives me goosebumps."

"..."

I don't have any wishes anymore. I don't mind going to the 18th level of hell for what I have now.

Well. The ticket didn't take me to the best place, but it brought me to meet... the best person. Barely one.

(End of this chapter)