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

Once again, Ryo launched an attack, and Luo Zhen could only bite his lower lip, but a faint whimper still escaped.

Ryo grew smug, grabbing Luo Zhen's hand and handling it with the same care as if she were caressing a fine piece of jade.

Luo Zhen's hands broke free from her grip, now under his own control.

And the resistance within him gradually faded.

What did it matter, anyway? This was just a dream world—maybe when they woke up, neither of them would remember a thing.

So a little indulgence couldn't hurt.

In the end, who could say what happened in a dream?

Once he figured that out, the last thread of rationality in Luo Zhen's mind snapped completely.

Why bother with all that? Isn't this what you wanted? Just do what you're supposed to do.

"Ryo, is this how you plan to pay back the money? Heh, then you'd better keep working hard."

"With a 'nine out, thirteen in' deal, you'll be busy for a long time."

"You borrowed nine yuan from me, so you have to repay thirteen times that, and it keeps compounding with interest."

Luo Zhen pressed both hands on Ryo's head, ruffling her hair roughly.

Then he massaged her face, pinching the soft flesh of her cheeks, finding it amusing.

At this rate of 'nine out, thirteen in,' Senior Liang would never finish paying off that debt in her lifetime.

She clasped Luo Zhen's hands, rubbing her face against them gently.

"You like hands, don't you? I know—you've been sneaking glances at mine all along."

"Then I'll give you a little reward."

Luo Zhen lightly poked her lips, rubbing them with his fingertips.

Ryo, like a kitten, opened her mouth and bit down, refusing to let go.

In this female-dominated world, the obsession with hands was something Luo Zhen couldn't understand.

It seemed to be some kind of counterpart to the 'foot fetish' in ordinary worlds.

Feet could step and squeeze everywhere, while hands could touch and pinch everywhere.

Watching Ryo savor it with such relish, Luo Zhen could only feel a bit helpless—her eyes had grown almost crazed.

Luo Zhen took a deep breath and tried moving two of his fingers.

He touched her teeth, pinched her tongue, and so on.

This thrilled her immensely, and then... the dream world began to shake violently.

After a moment's thought, Luo Zhen understood what was happening.

When a guy has a lewd dream, a shudder comes, and then the dream ends—this was probably a similar situation.

The dream shattered, and Luo Zhen sank into darkness, falling into a deep sleep.

"Ugh—ah!"

On the other side, Ryo shot upright in bed, a strange sound escaping her mouth.

Beneath the covers, her sleep pants had become a muddy mess.

She got up, planning to secretly wash them and let the whole thing slide.

The washing machine was humming, and Ryo's face was still burning hot.

"To have a dream like that... and strangely, I remember every single detail clearly."

"Guh, am I really sexually repressed too?"

Ryo muttered to herself.

Wait, are you actually surprised by that?

You seize every chance to sneak a look at Luo Zhen's hands—you've been repressed for a while now.

She recalled what happened in the dream, her fingers touching her own lips.

Her throat rolled a few times, as if savoring the taste from the dream.

At the same time, she remembered being alone with Luo Zhen not long ago, touching his hand.

Ryo was touching her lips with one hand, while the other tried to reach a certain area.

She wasn't wearing pants, her white shirt covering just a bit.

Just then, footsteps sounded.

"Ryo, what are you doing?"

A mature older sister with long hair, a complete larger version of Yamada Ryo.

"Nothing at all."

Ryo shook her head. This woman, named "Yamada Kyoka," was her mother.

Kyoka sniffled, then gave Ryo a meaningful smile.

"You've grown up."

That scent was actually still fairly easy to identify.

Ryo's face reddened further, but she maintained her cool demeanor.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Ryo crossed her arms over her chest. As long as she stubbornly refused to admit it, there'd be no problem.

"Go back to sleep, it's still early. I'll hang your pants out to dry for you."

Kyoka ruffled her head.

Yamada Ryo lowered her head and quickly returned to her own room.

Closing her eyes, trying to sleep, her mind was filled with nothing but Luo Zhen.

"Cold water going in turns into warm water on the way down—he's just a pure roast chicken."

Ryo forced herself to sleep.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Work First Thing in the Morning

Luo Zhen had already woken up. Hitori was still sleeping. It was early, so it was better to let her rest a little longer.

He went downstairs and walked into the kitchen, where he saw a familiar figure busying herself.

Michiyo was preparing breakfast, while Luo Zhen lazily sat down, propping his head up with one hand, watching her bustle about with interest.

The events he had experienced in his dreams last night felt incredibly real, as if the sensation of Ryo's lips still lingered on his fingertips.

And besides, he was starting to feel... a little restless again.

Michiyo walked over and set breakfast down in front of Luo Zhen.

Nothing complicated—a glass of milk, some fried eggs, and a few slices of bread.

"You don't have to go to work today, that boss lady from last night said so."

"I know. The company group chat mentioned it."

She licked her lips. Finally, she could get some proper rest.

Unfortunately, Luo Zhen still had school, or else she could find a way to get some intimate time together.

"Aren't you eating?"

Luo Zhen asked in confusion, wiping the milk from his mouth, his gaze full of puzzlement.

"I'm eating something different today. I want a change of taste."

Michiyo smiled, then stretched her leg out straight.

Luo Zhen's body trembled slightly as he looked at Michiyo with a somewhat stern gaze.

"They'll be waking up soon. You'd better calm down."

Through the fabric of his pants, he could still feel the slight pressure Michiyo was applying.

"Mm-hmm~ But I'm hungry, my dear little husband."

"You're right in front of me. How can you expect me to stay calm? You have to take responsibility and help me put out this fire."

Michiyo smiled, then ducked under the table.

"You're getting excited too, that's good~"

Michiyo knew it was because of the term "little husband."

His pants were undone. Luo Zhen propped his forehead on one hand and let out a helpless sigh.

How did Ryo's movements compare? How did Michiyo's compare? He found himself unconsciously making comparisons.

"Hurry up!"

Luo Zhen urged, while looking under the table. Michiyo flashed him a slightly sly smile.

"That depends on you."

Michiyo's voice was muffled. Luo Zhen closed his eyes, throwing himself into it completely, intending to finish quickly.

She was probably tired of bread and milk, so she wanted to try some fried dough sticks and soy milk—it was that simple.

Luo Zhen was trying his best, but sometimes, the more you want to finish quickly, the more you get stuck at the crucial part.

Considering that Hitori and Futari would wake up soon, Luo Zhen was also a bit nervous.

"You're a little tense. Futari should be awake by now. Hey, let's finish the rest in the bathroom."

She chuckled softly. Luo Zhen frowned. At this point, he had no choice but to go along with her.

Since the usual approach wouldn't work, they naturally had to cut to the chase.

And besides, Michiyo was getting impatient too.

Futari woke up. She was wondering why no one was in the house, when she heard strange noises coming from the bathroom.

"Mom, are you in there? What are you doing?"

The sound of light impacts was clearly audible, along with hurried, busy breathing.

"Mm, it's a bit clogged in here, Futari. Wait just a moment."

Michiyo explained through the door, cracking it open to hand out the toiletries.

"Make do in the kitchen for now, hmm~"

Michiyo's voice sounded strange too. It seemed the trouble in the bathroom was indeed a bit hard to handle.

"Mom, your face is really red. Is it really that tough?"

"If you can't handle it, I'll go wake up Big Sis to help you."

Futari scratched her head, feeling that the smell coming from the bathroom was a bit off too.

Right, that smell—she often caught it in her sister's room as well.

"For now... I don't need Hitori's help. I can manage."

Michiyo closed the door, and the muffled sounds grew faint until they faded completely.

Futari didn't think much of it. She grabbed the things off the floor and left.

After she finished everything, changed clothes, and was about to head to school, she saw Luo Zhen just about to go upstairs.

"Brother Little Zhen, you're a bit late today?"

Futari smiled innocently, while Luo Zhen awkwardly adjusted his pants.

"Hope I won't be late."

He said, reaching out to ruffle Futari's hair.

Strange—Brother Little Zhen's body carried a very strong scent, one that belonged exclusively to Mom.