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

"You and Mom have been getting along really well lately."

Futari muttered casually under her breath.

"Mm, since we're going to get married eventually, I have to help share her burden."

Luo Zhen's words carried a hint of deeper meaning, but Futari only caught the surface level.

Marriage meant marrying Hitori and becoming her brother-in-law—well, that was normal.

Even though he hadn't officially entered the family yet, he was already doing "groom training." A brother like Little Zhen was what they called a virtuous husband and good father.

"Hey, Brother Little Zhen, now that the Polygamy and Polyandry Law exists, I can marry you together with Sis."

Futari was speaking purely out of childish innocence.

Luo Zhen figured she was just saying it on a whim and would probably forget about it later.

"Then Sis and I can support you together, and we could even drag Mom into it too—she's never been with a man anyway."

The little girl naively believed that a family should stick together and stay together forever.

But Luo Zhen's expression turned strange. Leaving Futari aside, he would indeed end up surrounded by Michiyo and Hitori, a mother-daughter pair.

Futari left, and Luo Zhen forcefully woke Hitori up.

There was no time to sit down and eat breakfast slowly, so she had to eat on the go while hurrying along.

"Uwaa, I'm so sleepy."

Hitori yawned, nowhere near getting enough sleep.

She sat on the train, leaning her head to one side, planning to doze off for a bit.

She expected her head to hit something hard, but instead it met something soft.

When they were almost at the station, Hitori was still listless. She tilted her head to look and realized her head had been resting on Luo Zhen's palm the whole time.

What's more, the two of them were face to face. Luo Zhen stood while she sat, and right in front of her was Luo Zhen's "stronghold."

The train swayed slightly, and Luo Zhen's footing became unsteady, causing him to lean toward Hitori.

"Guh, it touched."

Even through his pants, that stronghold was pressing right against her face.

In that instant, Hitori snapped wide awake, and that exhausted, worn-out feeling vanished.

But in its place was a desire so intense she could no longer hold it back...!

After getting off the train, Hitori tightly grabbed Luo Zhen's clothes, her breathing growing heavy.

Luo Zhen only needed one look to know what she was thinking.

"We're already late. Try to hold out a little longer."

"Tonight when we get home, we'll do some 'special training.'"

He ruffled her head, but Hitori felt like ants were crawling all over her body.

Some sounds leaked from her mouth, and she could only accept this.

Endure, keep enduring—but how could such swelling desire ever be held back?

Hitori felt like she was about to explode!

Chapter 29: Goto Hitori, Completely Loses It

Being late wasn't really that big a deal, especially since Luo Zhen was a model student with excellent grades and the added status of being "male."

He just smiled at the teacher, and the matter was settled. Hitori rode on his coattails and followed him into the classroom.

The teacher was Shizuka Hiratsuka, a regular in the world of crossovers. For this class, she planned to train the students' writing skills.

After briefly explaining some techniques, she waved her hand and left the time to everyone.

"Write a short essay. I'll collect it before class ends."

Then she left, and the classroom was filled with nothing but the sound of writing.

Hitori slumped completely over her desk, her mind replaying Luo Zhen's words from yesterday, muttering and making strange noises.

The desire still lingered inside her, and on top of that, she was sleep-deprived. Her head felt huge.

Her big head was groggy and heavy, while her two little heads were hard and aching.

She stared intently at Luo Zhen's back, her breathing growing rough, then quickly scribbled a few lines on the paper.

After finishing, she fell asleep on the desk...

When class ended, everyone's essays were collected. Hitori kept sleeping, showing no signs of waking up.

Luo Zhen sighed helplessly, his eyes full of doting affection. For the next few classes, Hitori continued to sleep.

It wasn't until lunch break that she slowly came to.

And Luo Zhen had smoothly deactivated Focus Mode, pulling Hitori along to eat their bento.

He was a top student, always ranking first, so when he did other things during lessons, the teachers just turned a blind eye.

As long as his grades didn't slip, she'd let him do as he pleased—after all, he wasn't causing trouble for anyone else.

He'd even used his stellar marks to transfer straight from an elite class into an ordinary one, just so he could be with Hitori.

During lunch, Hitori seemed listless. Luo Zhen reached out, pinched a grain of rice from the corner of her mouth, and ate it.

"Hitori, this is school, you know."

Luo Zhen spoke softly, his hand pressing against her thigh.

"Don't keep staring at me like that. Are you trying to eat me up?"

Her gaze was utterly beastlike, and Luo Zhen felt deeply helpless.

"Little Zhen, you said anything goes. Please, just give it to me. I can't hold on anymore."

On a normal night, she'd just entertain herself a few times until she passed out and slept it off.

She'd wake up drowsy the next day, but at least refreshed.

But last night, Luo Zhen's arrival had thrown all her plans into chaos.

Sharing a bed, restricting her urges—she felt like she was going insane.

"I really can't do anything with you, huh."

Luo Zhen packed away his lunchbox and placed both hands on his knees.

"Alright, tell me. What do you want me to do?"

Luo Zhen was obedient and reliable—he'd follow through without complaint.

"No one comes here. I picked this spot specially."

"Now! Right here!"

Hitori tugged at her skirt, then pressed down on Luo Zhen's head.

"Use your mouth. Hurry~"

She looked utterly impatient.

Luo Zhen narrowed his eyes and got to work.

In the shadowy corner of the stairwell, Luo Zhen made a sound like eating ice cream.

Hitori was finally relieved, her expression melting.

Her fingers twisted through Luo Zhen's hair as strange cries spilled from her lips.

I am Zhou Yu, and this is the Battle of Red Cliffs!

"Keep it down. Someone might hear."

Luo Zhen whispered softly.

"Shut up, Little Zhen. Just keep eating!"

Desire burned through Hitori's reason, and she grew assertive.

Little did she know, this spot, seemingly deserted, always attracted some peculiar types.

For instance, an older single female teacher who came here for a smoke after lunch.

Or a runaway guitarist who hid here to practice, though no matter how she tried, the "guitar" sounds were always strange.

"Young people."

With a click, the lighter sparked a cigarette. Shizuka Hiratsuka listened to the continuous ice-cream-eating sounds and let out a long puff of smoke.

Shizuka Hiratsuka actually came from a pretty good family, and they often set up blind dates for her.

But the men they introduced were all real pieces of work.

As soon as they added each other as friends and planned to meet, they'd start naming expensive dishes at high-end hotels, even ordering extra portions for friends and family.

They'd even boast that first meetings should involve lavish gifts.

Shizuka would immediately delete them as friends, never contact them again, and completely give up on finding a man.

"Damn it, how could I build a family with scum like that?"

But no matter what, the cloud of "sexual frustration" hung over her head.

She didn't look for men because they were all Little Immortal Men, instinctively repulsive to her.

Yet at school, there was one student with a great personality and handsome looks.

If not for the age gap, if she were younger, she'd definitely make a move.

"Tch. He looks so proper on the surface, but behind closed doors, he's having this much fun with his little girlfriend."

"And Goto Hitori is such a soft, fluffy pink-haired girl—how did she suddenly get so assertive?"

Shizuka stubbed out her cigarette, turned, and left to go back to the office and grade essays.

As for the other "audience member," I'd guess it was Kita Ikuyo.

Listening to the sounds, she covered her face with both hands, completely losing her mind.

But despite her overwhelming shyness, she couldn't help leaning in to peek.

"That pink-haired girl, I remember she always carries a guitar—seems like she's in a band."

"Wow, so the rumors about bands are true—smoking, drinking, and messing with guys is just the norm."

"Since they're high schoolers, they can't buy cigarettes or alcohol, so they double down on messing with guys."

Watching the scene before her, Kita Ikuyo's breathing grew rapid.

Of course, the so-called norm should be like this—guys are scarce, band members can't even get near any, so they just smoke and drink twice as much.

"Guh, Little Zhen, speed it up—why are you so slow?"

Hitori muttered complaints under her breath.

"This is to train you, you know. I can't just let you enjoy yourself unilaterally—I need to make you last longer."

Luo Zhen spoke softly, then slowed his movements even further.

"Are you teaching me what to do? Right now, I just want to feel pleasure."

Hitori had reached her limit of restraint. Ignoring Luo Zhen's reaction entirely, she launched into a domineering Hitori forced-love assault.

She treated Luo Zhen's entire face like a guitar pick, frantically strumming it against her own strings.

"Whoa, that's intense. That guy's face is all dirty."

Kita frowned, feeling a bit sorry for the guy, while also revising her impression of the pink-haired girl.

She seemed gentle, but was actually a very dangerous character.

Luo Zhen gave a wry smile, while Hitori finally regained some composure, bowing repeatedly in apology.

"I'll go wash my face. It's about time to head back to the classroom."