Female Supremacy Integrated Anime: I Only See You All as Friends

He didn't have perfect memory, couldn't copy and plagiarize with a hundred percent accuracy, so he knew his limits—those blockbuster works were probably beyond his ability to handle.

Besides, this was a female-dominated world; when plagiarizing, a lot of the settings needed adjustment. In other words, if he wanted to copy "Battle Qi, Third Stage," Xiao Yan's dick would have to go.

But now it was different. His abilities had improved quite a bit, and he could try plagiarizing some marketable works.

A little popularity, enhanced writing skill, unmatched creativity...

"I'm not lacking anything now~"

Luo Zhen raised both hands high. From here on, the money-making plan was about to speed up.

By around nine in the evening, Luo Zhen had taken a shower, and Futari had already gone to sleep.

He should have gone back to his own place, but somehow he ended up staying.

In the living room, Ichiri sat on the sofa, feeling extremely uneasy, sneaking glances at Luo Zhen from the corner of her eye.

"I already brushed my teeth."

For some reason, she suddenly brought that up, clearly hinting at something.

"I brushed mine too."

He'd done it while showering. Luo Zhen sat down beside Ichiri and gently took her hand.

Ichiri trembled all over with excitement, her gaze starting to waver.

"Hey, Ichiri, sometimes you need to take the initiative. I won't resist you."

"Anything at all, it's fine~"

Luo Zhen whispered softly in Ichiri's ear, and her breathing grew heavy.

With a sudden burst of strength, Little Ichiri actually pinned Luo Zhen down onto the sofa.

At that, Luo Zhen just chuckled softly.

Two soft, bouncy mounds seemed ready to break free from their clothes at any moment.

"During the performance, why was Manager Hoshika holding onto you?"

Ichiri suddenly asked. Though she'd kept telling herself it didn't matter, she was clearly still bothered.

"And that... writing senpai, why was she by your side?"

Ichiri pressed on, her full weight bearing down on Luo Zhen.

"So, your sudden outburst while playing—was it because you saw that?"

"Mm... because there were a lot of people, and girls were trying to crowd around me. The manager was just shooing them away."

"As for Senpai Shiyu, she showed up out of nowhere."

Luo Zhen explained, reaching out to pat Ichiri on the head.

The manager was a good person, he was sure of that. But that big-titted bitch needed to be watched out for.

"Do you really have to learn writing techniques from her?"

"You don't actually have to write, you know. I'll work hard, and our family's financial situation isn't that tight."

"I'll become a big star, and then we definitely won't be short on money."

Ichiri's ambitions soared, her gaze turning serious.

Her possessiveness swelled visibly, and her eyes even grew dangerous.

She was sexually repressed too, and had been for a long time. Now she was barely holding it together.

Otherwise, what was this? Growing up with a handsome childhood friend by her side, constantly teasing and playing with fire.

What was this? The Teasing Master Luo Zhen?

Sooner or later, I'll fuck you senseless and turn you into Goto Makoto!

"You're so cool, Ichiri. Hey, let's do what we did before. This time, you take the lead."

Luo Zhen wrapped his arms around Ichiri's neck.

Unable to hold back any longer, Ichiri leaned over him, clumsily shifting her body like a snail, her voluptuous form pressing tightly against Luo Zhen.

Even through their clothes, they could feel each other's body heat.

She opened her mouth and pressed her lips to his.

What a clumsy one—probably learned some technique online again.

She tried to stick out her tongue, but once it was out, she kept it still.

Luo Zhen found this awkward Ichiri incredibly cute, so he didn't make any extra moves, just let her do her thing.

She moved her tongue back and forth like a snake, with nothing else beyond that.

Luo Zhen held her close, the two of them quietly savoring the wonderful moment.

But just then, Ichiri made a completely unexpected move.

She went completely berserk, unleashing a frenzied assault on Luo Zhen.

Like rubbing sticks to start a fire, the rapid friction made their temperatures rise.

But it all came to an abrupt halt. Hitori let go of Luo Zhen and let out a long sigh.

"?"

Luo Zhen blinked, not expecting Hitori to stop just like that.

"I shouldn't have done that. Ah, Little Zhen must hate me now."

Hitori grew dejected, muttering dispirited words.

She'd been so excited just moments ago, so wild, yet in the blink of an eye, the fire inside her had gone out.

Luo Zhen found it baffling. This development felt like...

Post-nut clarity?

Right after finishing, she immediately regretted it, thinking she'd been too impulsive and shouldn't have done that.

That fast? It hadn't even been thirty seconds, and they were still clothed. How did it come to this?

Luo Zhen got up from the couch and straightened his clothes.

"Hitori, are you okay?"

He asked, reaching out to pat her head.

"I'm just thinking... what are we even living for? Where are we headed in the future?"

Hitori sank even deeper into gloom.

Chapter 26: The Fastest, Weakest Hitori

Luo Zhen found it unbelievable too. Hitori had finished... that quickly.

Watching her slip into post-nut clarity, he felt pretty helpless.

"Probably just a bad performance. Sometimes, when you get too worked up, it's easy to misfire—one touch and bullets go flying."

Luo Zhen was thinking from a male perspective. In this kind of thing, mindset mattered.

It wasn't about size or hardness; the most important thing was technique and intent.

"Right now, I just want to play guitar, a sad song for my soon-to-be-lost youth."

Hitori sighed, her expression turning lonely. She moved her hands, starting an "air guitar" performance.

Luo Zhen's mouth twitched. Faced with this, he simply pulled Hitori into his arms.

He breathed warm air into her ear and whispered some soft, sweet nothings.

In an instant, Hitori was back to full strength. She pinned Luo Zhen down again and kissed him like she was savoring a delicacy.

But just like before, a few quick rubs, a shudder, and it was over.

"Am I useless?"

Hitori sighed. If she had a cigarette, she'd light one up and blow smoke rings.

"I'm not in good form. The pressure of performing on stage is too much."

A pretty classic excuse. At this moment, Hitori looked just like a washed-up old man.

"It's okay, Hitori. This kind of thing can be trained. I'll be with you."

Luo Zhen patted her shoulder and started analyzing for her.

"This might be happening because you've been overindulging in self-entertainment."

That was his personal take.

Hand-speed exercises usually led to two outcomes: chasing speed until you got too sensitive and became a quick shooter, or lasting so long that your weapon's durability dropped, turning steel into mush.

Of course, he meant doing it too many times.

Under normal circumstances, self-entertainment was a perfectly healthy outlet.

Luo Zhen explained the theory to Hitori. Though it clearly applied to "males," it probably held some truth for women too.

"So, Hitori, you need to cut back from now on."

He patted her shoulder and spoke earnestly.

"For my sake, if nothing else. Kick the habit."

These words made Hitori's head spin.

"How can I kick it? It's my source of joy. I'm relying on this for the rest of my life."

Hitori felt she could never shake off the influence.

"What I mean is, from now on, you don't have to do it yourself..."

Luo Zhen said, turning the tables and pinning Hitori down, pressing his whole body onto hers.

A slightly heavy embrace. Their bodies stuck together like a sandwich, the meat in the middle a bit too fatty, soft and squishy.

"If you hold back, I'll help you."

"Whatever Hitori wants, I can do."

Luo Zhen's voice was impossibly gentle. Hearing it, Hitori's entire body went rigid, while those two key points ached with a hard, throbbing pain.

"Anything at all? Anything?"

Hitori got a little worked up and even started speaking a foreign language.

"Mm."

Luo Zhen nodded, then kept blowing warm, moist, sticky breath against her ear, as if trying to completely envelop her soul.

"Even with your mouth? Even outside?"

Hitori began to feel anticipation, and the soft, pliable flesh on her body trembled even harder.

For the record, their current position was extremely suggestive, even a bit too intimate.

A man pressing directly down on her—this was something Hitori had only ever seen in doujinshi.

Would a Little Immortal Man do something like this?

They'd probably just lie there like corpses, motionless, waiting for the girl to serve them, with zero interactive experience.

But Luo Zhen... he was a real blazing chicken.

"Sure~ But you need to meet the prerequisite: hold back well, no self-indulgence."

"You can only go through me. Everything else is forbidden."

Wasn't this just "that kind of management"? Oh my god, this was straight out of a doujinshi plot.

"I'll train you properly, make you last longer."

Luo Zhen said. This wasn't just about pleasure—he was also trying to adjust Hitori's situation a bit, so she wouldn't surrender after just a few touches.