Momoka Being Pulled in All Directions

"Miss Momoka, you must be quite skilled at composing music, right?"

Luo Zhen suddenly said something strange.

"Of course she is. Box of Sky was composed by her."

Nijika answered for her, feeling that she had grown closer to Miss Momoka.

She had only just arrived here and had already run into such a wonderful opportunity. She was really lucky.

"I wouldn't call myself skilled, but I know the basics. Why do you ask?"

Momoka restrained her expression, lowered her head, and began eating as well.

The dark-skinned waitress in a mask narrowed her eyes, looking quite approachable.

Her ample chest, wide hips, and scorching figure made Luo Zhen glance at her a few extra times.

Sensing Luo Zhen's gaze, Rupa also gave him a few extra looks.

She was called dark-skinned, but she was not actually that dark—just somewhat tanned, which gave her a distinctive charm.

"Actually, I've been trying to compose songs, but I always feel like something is missing."

"Miss Momoka, could you listen to it and tell me what the problem is?"

Luo Zhen maintained his smile, hoping to receive her help.

"Oh? You like music too."

At that, she perked up, her eyes brightening with excitement.

"Then let me hear it."

She assumed it was just some casual piece and did not think much of it.

He was a boy who loved music and had tried to put that passion into action. As someone with experience, Momoka decided she could offer him a few pointers.

Luo Zhen then took out his earphones and put them on Momoka. The song had long since been transferred to his phone.

Momoka listened to the song, narrowing her eyes before furrowing her brow.

Was it because it sounded terrible?

No, it was because the standard was exceptionally high.

She drew a deep breath and looked at Luo Zhen with an unusual gaze.

Several minutes passed. Once the song ended, Momoka fell into thought, temporarily unsure what to say.

Was it really that bad? Why did Miss Momoka have that expression?

Little Zhen wanted to say something, but in the end, she merely bit down on her straw and continued drinking her beverage.

"The standard is very high, and it's already highly polished. If you ask me, there's basically nothing I can add."

"You could perhaps try adding more instrument tracks to enrich the layers."

"But exactly how to change it will require long-term thought."

Momoka gave her evaluation and advice.

Luo Zhen looked thoughtful as he took back the earphones. At that moment, something strange had appeared in Momoka's gaze toward him.

"Well, how should I put this? The song is genuinely excellent. You shouldn't just hand it over to someone you've only just met."

"Otherwise, it could easily be plagiarized, and your song would become someone else's."

Momoka earnestly warned Luo Zhen. It was sincere advice from someone who had been there before.

"Would Miss Momoka do that?"

Luo Zhen asked. His profound gaze exuded a startling pull, like a black hole capturing everything that passed by.

"Of course not, but you still need to be more careful."

"It would be awful if you met a bad person."

Momoka disdained doing such things. Though she was somewhat down on her luck now, she still had her pride.

"I trust Miss Momoka. That's why I did it."

"Oh, right. I'll send you the song. When you have time, help me think of ways to make it even better."

After all, he had lived two lives. Without perfect memory, he could not remember many details clearly.

For novels, he only remembered the general plot progression, related settings, and a few key characters.

For music, he only remembered some familiar melodies.

So he could not simply copy things directly. It was more like doing a fill-in-the-blanks exercise.

When his writing ability was lacking, he could only come up with ordinary ideas to practice his prose.

After gaining the corresponding power from Shi Yu, he was preparing to do something big.

Music was the same. He had indeed composed the song, but it still felt as though it lacked many things.

He hoped the big sister in front of him could provide him with some help.

"Since you trust me this much, fine. Leave it to me."

Momoka patted her chest and revealed a confident smile.

"That's great. Thank you, Big Sis Momoka."

That form of address was much more intimate. Momoka scratched her hair, and she could no longer suppress the curve of her lips.

In a normal world, it would probably be like having a soft, sweet little sister affectionately call you "big brother."

Wow. At that moment, Momoka felt as if all her bones had gone soft.

The three of them chatted away, and Momoka even directly invited the two to continue hanging out at her home.

"It's not that late. I live alone, and my place is pretty big. If we get tired, we can just sleep..."

Momoka said with a chuckle. She still needed to buy some alcohol at the convenience store later.

"Talk with me some more. Maybe inspiration will strike, and we'll find the right instruments on the spot and finish the song directly."

She wanted to learn more about Luo Zhen and know more of the song's background.

Luo Zhen checked the time and felt there was no problem. Besides, they really could discuss some serious matters.

So he took Little Zhen with him and followed Momoka over.

In this female supremacy world, Momoka was doing fairly well. The apartment she rented was indeed quite spacious.

Luo Zhen also saw all sorts of instruments neatly arranged around the room.

It could even be said that she was living quite comfortably.

Luo Zhen and Nijika sat down while Momoka began drinking, her gaze turning hazy.

"Mmm, I'm starting to feel it."

"Let's give it a try."

She turned on her computer and opened composition software.

Momoka Being Pulled Around

Luo Zhen used the same software. He directly transferred the song from his phone onto it.

After a few minor adjustments, it ran smoothly.

Although Momoka had collected several instruments, they were only things like guitars and basses.

People who made music would, after earning some money, more or less want to collect instruments. Even if they did not use them, simply displaying them was pleasing to the eye.

After drinking, Momoka's inspiration suddenly surged.

She tapped out the relevant melody with her fingers and played around with a guitar in her arms.

Once she had memorized the rhythm, she skillfully operated the software in front of her, searching for options that could add more layers.

"It's so hot. I think the air conditioner in my place is broken."

Momoka complained, then began taking off her pants.

"Huh?"

Nijika was dumbfounded. Was she really this bold?

Luo Zhen, however, had no particular reaction. This was nothing yet.

Momoka flung aside her long pants, stretching out her smooth, fair legs. She was about to remove her top as well, but Nijika stopped her.

After taking another drink, Momoka continued working.

"Little Zhen, come listen. Does it feel like this?"

She yanked Luo Zhen over, trapping his head beneath her arm and pressing his face close to that soft flesh.

"Wah?"

Nijika started making strange noises again. Little Zhen promptly pulled Luo Zhen out.

How could Little Zhen, filled with such a sense of justice, allow Momoka to act so recklessly?

"It feels pretty good. Maybe we can finish the song tonight. Big Sis Momoka is amazing."

Luo Zhen said with a smile, having no issue with what she had just done.

"Luo Zhen, say something to her too. How can you act as if nothing happened?"

Nijika grumbled a few words, feeling that something was off with Luo Zhen.

"She drank too much. She probably saw me as one of her teammates."

"When you're with your friends, sometimes you get excited and forget to keep your distance, right?"

"She came up with a good idea and might be able to break through the bottleneck, so she got excited and pulled me over."

Luo Zhen explained, feeling that there was nothing improper about Momoka's actions.

Little Zhen was still somewhat dissatisfied. With her hands on her hips, she decided to keep watching Momoka so she would not do anything strange.

Momoka was a little dazed. Looking at the cans on the floor, Luo Zhen could tell that she had indeed drunk quite a lot.

"Using alcohol to find inspiration really is strange."

Luo Zhen reached out and poked Momoka's cheek. It was soft and still warm, almost hot.

This guy had just had his head trapped beneath her arm. It could be said that he had been in grave danger, yet now he was actively playing with fire.

Was he not afraid that Momoka would completely lose control and drag him into doing something even more excessive?

Actually, that slight contact earlier had given Luo Zhen a small skill boost.

It was a skill related to composing and arranging music, called "Music Creation."

He wished Momoka would give him a few more shocks like that.

Besides, Momoka was, at the end of the day, a very beautiful person with a great figure.

Although she looked relatively slim overall, she was curvy in all the right places. Those perfectly shaped legs would probably make someone completely addicted after just one touch.

As for the torpedoes on her chest, there was no denying that they were not particularly large.

But their shape was excellent, looking round and delicate.

"Nijika, we're staying here tonight. Go downstairs and buy towels and toothbrushes."

Luo Zhen took out some money and sent Nijika off to run the errand.

"How can I do that? I need to watch over things here. I can't leave you alone with a drunkard."

"Drunk people can go feral."

Nijika actually knew quite a lot.

"You can go later. Things are going well tonight. We'll definitely be able to finish the song, right?"