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

But he and Little Ichiri were pure love—how could they do something like that?

Desire, you shall shrink back now!

Luo Zhen let out a long breath, then turned and walked upstairs.

Little Ichiri was in her room. He stood at the door, his sharp ears catching something.

"Wah~ Little Zhen~"

From inside the room, Ichiri's voice came out sweet and delicate, trembling slightly as she called out.

Luo Zhen didn't rush to open the door. He knew Ichiri was in the middle of a "critical moment"—walking in now would be extremely awkward.

Given Ichiri's social anxiety, bursting in on her would make her explode on the spot.

"Sigh, sexual repression. I used to tease them for being crazy women, but I never thought my own body would start acting strange too."

"I have to fight against desire to the end. Otherwise, I'll step by step fall into the abyss."

He realized this was likely the work of Physique Enhancement as well.

His member displayed an incredible vitality—he felt he could fight for a long time.

Only after the sounds inside had subsided did Luo Zhen straighten his pants, but such an obvious bulge—how could he hide it?

"Ichiri, can I come in?"

He controlled his voice, hoping everything would be as before.

But he didn't notice that the tail end of his tone had stretched slightly, revealing a hint of seductive flavor.

Ichiri responded in a fluster, telling him to wait a moment. Then came the chaotic sounds of her cleaning up the mess.

When Luo Zhen finally entered, the air was thick with a sticky, strange odor.

Ichiri's eyes were watery. She wore thin pajamas, sweat plastering the fabric to her body.

It was a perfect body curve. Luo Zhen saw no trace of her bottom-layer armor.

Faintly, he could make out two weak points exposed on Ichiri.

"I wanted to talk to you."

Luo Zhen and Ichiri met eyes. The moment their gazes collided, they immediately dodged and looked away.

Ichiri had just finished her business, and truth be told, she was still somewhat unsatisfied.

And Luo Zhen's current state was also strange—he felt the string of his rationality was about to snap.

"Must exercise restraint."

Chapter 8: Goto Hitori Cowers

Luo Zhen's voice made Little Ichiri's whole body tense. She felt her heart start racing wildly.

Doing that secretly, only to have the person she liked catch on.

Even worse, when she was doing it, she had imagined the person right in front of her.

Being called out directly, Ichiri felt like a balloon inflated to bursting, pricked head-on by a needle—she exploded in an instant.

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

Ichiri started sweating profusely. Her thin pajamas soaked through with sweat, becoming even more translucent.

Luo Zhen looked at her, and the desire in his heart surged wildly. If this continued, it definitely wouldn't do.

"Ichiri, I found you a band this afternoon. The atmosphere in the group is pretty good."

"You can just join directly when the time comes. I've arranged everything—everyone is easy to get along with."

Luo Zhen took a deep breath, quickly averted his gaze, and forcibly steered the conversation back on track.

"Really? Someone like me would actually have a band that wants me?"

"Wait, you didn't get scammed, did you? Those band girls—they didn't do anything bad to you, right?"

Ichiri panicked. All kinds of bad thoughts flooded her mind.

Luo Zhen surrounded by a group of women, doing whatever they wanted to him.

Ichiri was a sensitive person. The slightest detail could make her conjure up bizarre images.

She sized Luo Zhen up, took a deep breath, and alarm bells rang in her mind.

Oh no. Soon Luo Zhen would probably say something nonsensical like, "If I turned into a caterpillar, would you still love me?"

That would prove that a whole series of things had already happened, and the corresponding results had been achieved.

Gah—no way. Luo Zhen being toyed with like an instrument by other women—she absolutely couldn't accept that.

Ichiri panicked and pressed both hands on Luo Zhen's shoulders.

The distance between them closed. Luo Zhen could smell the faint fragrance wafting from her, mixed with a light scent of sweat, making his own heartbeat quicken.

"You're overthinking it. Nothing happened. The band has a performance coming up, but they're short on people. You can fill the spot."

Luo Zhen explained as he reached out and ruffled her head, then smoothly stroked her face.

"Ah? The performance is about to start? I... suddenly feel really unwell, cold sweat all over. Let's leave the band stuff for another time."

Ichiri's face twisted with bitterness.

This was a live show—she'd probably melt the moment she stepped on stage.

"Ichiri, you need to pull yourself together. Aunt Michiyo seems to be having trouble with her work, and my novel got axed again."

"We might not have any income soon."

Of course, Luo Zhen's foster parents had always sent money, and with all he'd saved up over time, his little stash was more than full.

Right now, these words were just meant to put a little pressure on Ichiri, to give her a sense of urgency.

"The Guitar Hero account can make money too."

In the original storyline, in that relatively normal world, the Guitar Hero account had gained some fame and actually earned a decent amount.

But this world wasn't normal. The number of newborns kept dropping, and the total population had been in "negative growth" for years.

Even with policy subsidies—jobs for raising kids, various allowances—the overall environment was still terrible. The pressure of raising children was just too heavy.

"Probably not enough."

Luo Zhen shook his head, his warm hands kneading Ichiri's cheeks.

"Hey, Ichiri, for our future, can you try a little harder, okay?"

"Give it a shot. I'll support you all the way. If it really doesn't work, we'll figure something out then."

The world was different now. Maybe Ichiri couldn't adapt to Bond Band. Maybe she'd struggle to make it in music.

Worst case, if it really didn't work, Luo Zhen would step in.

"I... I understand."

The moment their future came up, Ichiri's fighting spirit began to rise.

She was so excited she even opened her arms and hugged Luo Zhen.

Naturally, she felt a certain reaction from him.

Fragrant jade in her embrace, that clean scent grew stronger. Ichiri's hair tickled Luo Zhen's nose.

He swallowed hard. Downstairs, Aunt Michiyo had already drunk herself unconscious, and Futari was asleep.

The atmosphere was pretty good right now. Ichiri was still craving more, and a fire burned in his heart too.

Maybe... they could just get it done?

If Ichiri was just a little braver, if she just went for it directly, it'd be settled.

But Ichiri only held onto Luo Zhen, not letting go, feeling his thick chest muscles, breathing in the sweet scent radiating from him.

As for that third leg standing at attention, that weapon ready for battle, she felt incredibly shy.

Ichiri didn't dare to make a move. So, should Luo Zhen take the initiative?

He just let out a long sigh, feeling a bit disappointed. He'd actually been looking forward to it too.

The only thing to worry about was probably that there were no raincoats at home.

Luo Zhen really didn't want Ichiri, still a student, to end up with a big belly.

Little Ichiri, why are you such a coward?

After thinking it over carefully, Luo Zhen finally gave up on that line of thought.

"Get some rest early. I should head home too."

He kissed her forehead, then pulled free from her embrace.

Ichiri stared blankly as Luo Zhen left, then raised her own hands. She felt a vague sense of emptiness.

Had she done something wrong?

Never mind that. These hands had just touched Luo Zhen. And during that hug, they'd been pressed so close together.

Still craving more, Ichiri immediately made her choice. She'd use her own fingers to pluck her own strings, bringing herself a joyful tune.

A strange sound came from the girl's room—seems like she was playing and singing at the same time.

Playing an instrument was physical work too. Ichiri's body grew drenched. Since it was her own room, she just stripped off her clothes.

"Somehow... Little Zhen has been getting more attractive lately."

Before, thinking about Luo Zhen once a night, handling it three or four times, was enough to calm her down.

But tonight, she felt something was off.

"Little Zhen~"

How many times had it been? Ichiri hadn't bothered to count, but she felt sore all over, not a shred of strength left.

As for Luo Zhen, he trudged with heavy steps toward the bathroom.

"No time to go home. I feel like I'm about to explode."

Originally, if Ichiri had just made a move, the two of them could have gone along with it and gotten things done.

Even without a little umbrella to keep off the rain, Luo Zhen could have just let the downpour drench him out in the open.

But that coward chickened out!

He slipped into the bathroom, pulling his pants halfway down.

Since Hitori was too scared to go through with it, he had no choice but to handle things himself.

But just as he started moving, a figure staggered and stood swaying in the bathroom doorway.

Chapter 9 — But Michiyo Was Brave

Drunk Goto Michiyo felt her whole body burning up. She got up from the sofa, still dizzy and groggy.

Her face was deeply flushed. In truth, people who are drunk don't necessarily forget everything.

She remembered every single one of those intimate little moments between her and Luo Zhen crystal clear.

Something that important naturally deserved close attention.

"Right, that probably wasn't appropriate. Luo Zhen is Hitori's crush—they'll end up together someday."

"If I acted that way toward him, could it have turned him off? What if he never comes to our house again?"

She had grown used to Luo Zhen being around the house, and personally, she found it wonderful.

With a man in the house, even the air seemed to smell sweeter.

"Cough, cough. I'll just pretend nothing happened and brush it off. I was drunk—I don't remember a thing."

Michiyo's steps were unsteady, and she nearly tripped over her own feet several times.