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//Phantom//ghost..or demon?

Shi La. Shura as her real name was wacky, maniac a crazy girl. "Don't bullshit about me, I'll take your head!" Shura spoke to the writer, pointing his knife. Then he kicked the writer off the stage and started speaking. "I am Shura. The most perfect creature of the entire Realm. Intelligent, smart, brave, beautiful, the best, the most beautiful, the most perfect-" "Is it over ?" The writer, who was thrown off the stage, could not help but ask. "Why are you lying to the readers?" Shura sneered and said, "How would you know, ignorant?" "I write, I won't know, but who will?" he couldn't help but say. Shura froze as soon as she heard that. Then, slyly, he pointed his gun at the writer and said, "You will write me as the most perfect, richest, most beautiful and strongest creature in the universe!" he threatened. The writer changed the fiction he wrote by crying in a corner and trying so hard. The character that had to grow up, like Chinese novels, was the strongest from birth. "We didn't get it, if there is no innocent girl, bad boy, tradition, religion and mafia, what taste is fiction?" said the readers. "Shut up, you bastards" Shura continued with disdain, "Will you find someone more pure-hearted than me, better than me? Traditions? It doesn't bind me. Rules are made for me to break it! Religion? Ahahaha! What does the devil know about religion? Mafia? Please don't compare those brats with me! And bad boy? There can only be two kinds of men who skewed me! One is not yet born, the second is dead!” ___ Cover belongs to me.

_Kazuki_Kirigaya_ · Fantasy
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234 Chs

70《Abdominal Pain》

As I cleared the table right after the meal, I patted my full stomach.

I washed the dishes immediately and left work briefly.

I was a little tired and really needed a nice hot shower.

I took the clothes and bathrobe that my brother had prepared for me before, and went to the room reserved for me. I undressed as I walked into the bathroom and turned the faucet up to maximum.

I was soaking in the tub as I relaxed my body in the hot water. I stayed in the water for a while, enjoying the warmth until the water got cold.

Then I started washing.

***

After washing up, I put on my bathrobe and went to the room. My body smelled like strawberries now because of the only shampoo in the bathroom.

I froze when I saw the two pajamas my brother had prepared for me.

Which one should I wear?

One with a rabbit, the other with a cat.

Shura "..."

My brother was definitely taking revenge on me? Absolutely!

Because when we first met, he loved to torture me as his employee whenever I didn't do the task he gave me.

In fact, one day he forced me to wear bunny ears for the whole day, when I remember that my face turns red, it was a terrible and embarrassing day.

Now we're back and wandering around, huh?

If I went to my brother, he would definitely improve me by saying "there is no other pajamas".

Unfortunately, I didn't have any other clothes with me.

So which one should I wear?

Pajamas with white rabbits or pajamas with white cats?

By the way, my brother bought white knowing that I like white so that I wouldn't reject it!

Shura "..."

The rabbit pajamas were hooded and had a pair of bunny ears on the hood.

On the back is a pompom tail.

I wouldn't wear this!

I'd rather wear another than this one!

I took the cat in my hand.

He also had a hoodie and he had cat ears on the hood.

why??

It had a long cat tail behind it.

Shura "..."

What was the difference?

I looked at the two pajamas in my hands, crying.

It was evening and a light breeze was blowing outside. I couldn't go out and buy a dress in this bathrobe.

Asking someone?

Unfortunately, my environment is just like me. Whoever does a favor to someone will die!

Wearing my brother's clothes?

No, I'm shorter than him and if I wear his clothes he laughs at me because of his dressy clothes!

Also, his pants always fall off me and I didn't want to walk by pulling on my pants all the time.

Well, we're back to the beginning again!

There was no other choice.

I'm not used to sleeping naked and I had to wear one of these two pajamas I had.

I got both of them.

Both were cotton, but the cat looked fluffier and more comfortable.

cat.

I guess I was going to wear the cat?

Yeah.

Finally, I put on my pajamas and went to bed. After a hot shower, I was surrendering myself to the sweet arms of sleep.

I just fell asleep when...

I straightened up with the sharp pain in my stomach!

I gasped, holding my stomach. It was like they were kicking in my stomach. The sharp pain that started out like a knife cut at first got worse, and I couldn't stand it, and I got up from the bed.

Even though I tried to massage my stomach, it hurt even more as if he was kidding. This excruciating pain had completely lost my sleep and made my skin pale.

Maybe if I drink this it will pass? No, I didn't think so, but the medicine was off.

As I got out of bed, the sharp pain knocked me back on my bed like a combo. I held my stomach as sweat ran down my forehead.

it hurts.

It hurts terribly.

Squeezing the pillow, I gathered my strength and stood up again. I barely reached the door as I stood up and was sweating.

When I opened the door, I collapsed into a warm embrace.

I probably made too much noise when I fell on the bed and my brother came to check me out.

He grabbed me and looked at my pale face, "What's wrong?" she asked. When he said "My stomach hurts" he took me to my bed and said "I will bring medicine, sit and wait" and left. Thinking about the "I told you so" look he gave me before he left, it made my stomach turn even more.

My brother said.

That eating heavy foods will still weigh heavily on my body. But when did I become a man of obedience?!

As I came in with medicine and water, I felt volcanoes erupt in my stomach. When I took it quickly and drank it, I only relaxed a little, which probably also had a psychological effect.

Even lying in bed was a torment. I moaned in pain as my brother covered me up.

This bad stomach obviously wasn't going to put me to sleep. Even my massage didn't help.

Just then, I felt a warm hand on my stomach. For some reason, my stomach was relaxing while my brother was massaging it slowly.

Why my body?

Aren't you my body? Why are you behaving when he massages you while I'm massaging you and it hurts even more? Does it suit you?

Shura's body was cold and cold. Therefore, massaging with his cold hands made his stomach worse.

On the other hand, Shura, whose stomach was relieved by Yifan's warmth, turned pale again, muttered, "Brother, keep it up, it's so good."

Shura looked pretty cute in her cat cotton pajamas. Yifan couldn't help but softened and said, "Okay."

-To be continued-