"Hello? Professor? Yes, this is Wanhua." She didn't avoid Alain while on the phone, simply moving to a corner of the room, speaking softly like a well-behaved girl.
When she talked with Alain, however, it was one "old hag" after another. One really had to wonder what that professor would think if she knew.
However, Alain currently had to rely on this old hag—no, this old lady.
He took a sharp breath, watching Wanhua casually toy with a mirror on the table, and shouted—
"Help! Help me!! I've been kidnapped, please help me call the police!"
The girl's movements with the mirror paused, and she looked at him with some surprise.
Alain remained expressionless, carefully observing her profile and listening for the professor's possible reply amidst the silent words.
He wasn't worried about what Wanhua would do to him after he shouted.
Even if she killed him directly... Alain still had 720 revives, a feature he'd never had the chance to use.
The worst-case scenario was that he would fail to break the illusion and be sent back to the game world.
That way, he could still go help 2D Mita and the others.
Alain couldn't let this chance to use her phone call pass...
And in his view, ever since he had shouted, a silent air had reverberated between the two of them.
Just as he was expressionless, Wanhua tilted her head at him in equal confusion, with a "what can I do with you" look on her face.
"Hello? Wanhua, what's going on over there?" A university professor has a brain, and an elderly one at that, a type with deep cunning.
She didn't think it was a joke and immediately began to question Wanhua calmly over the phone.
Wanhua sighed softly, her tone on the phone unchanging.
"So... you found out, Professor?"
"...Wanhua?" The old woman's voice hesitated like water frozen on a glacier. "What do you mean? Right now, immediately, right this instant! Tell me, where are you? What are you doing?!"
Hearing this, Alain was deeply moved. This was what it meant to be a true teacher!
Yet the girl, faced with such a sharp inquiry, remained unperturbed. "I'm at home..."
The corners of her mouth lifted. "I've imprisoned my boyfriend."
"???"
This, in turn, threw Alain for a loop. She was just going to admit it all, throwing caution to the wind?
He decided to add more fuel to the fire. "That's right! Professor, please call the police immediately!"
The old woman on the other end of the line grew tense.
"Imprisoned your boyfriend... Why would you do that? Wanhua, calm down! You have such a bright future..." Though she tried to persuade her, the sound of something falling over came from the other end of the line.
Clearly, the professor was the more nervous one.
But at least, the sound of footsteps could be heard through the receiver, a sign that she was probably going to find someone.
"Because I love him." Wanhua's tone was level as she sat down on a stool out of boredom. "Because I love him, so..."
The girl's ambiguous gaze fell upon Alain.
"I play these games with him."
"Huh?" The voice from the other end of the call suddenly froze, and even the footsteps stopped. "What... do you mean?"
"It's exactly what it sounds like." Wanhua stood up, slowly walked to Alain's side, and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Because I love him, I'm playing an imprisonment game with him."
Hearing this, Alain understood what she was trying to do. As horror filled his heart, he prepared to shout again—
"Mmph!" But the next second, he covered his own mouth.
Or rather... it was Wanhua who helped him cover his mouth.
She sat on Alain's face.
Today, she was wearing slim-fit jeans, the fabric tightly sealing Alain's mouth and nose.
And the more he struggled, the more her voice fluctuated as she spoke to the professor. "Ah, ah... Alain, keep it down! The professor can hear you!"
Her particularly scolding tone sounded very strange on the other end.
"Wan... what on earth are you two doing?" The professor's voice trembled.
"Professor, you still don't get it?" This time, Wanhua's tone to the receiver was reproachful. "You... interrupted us just now."
"Ahem!" The professor coughed as if to relieve the awkwardness. "Alright, alright, although it's not class time, Wanhua, since you're part of the research institute, you need to be on standby even when you're not here—"
"Ah, Alain! You're terrible... don't be like that!"
Alain bit down hard on her soft flesh. But for Wanhua, this only brought a flush to her face.
"You little devil..."
"I won't disturb you anymore. Right..." The professor's tone became apologetic. "Do you need me to approve a day off for you?"
"Oh, it's fine, Professor... I'll be there on time today." She beamed, casting a sidelong glance at Alain beneath her.
Amidst the intense feeling of suffocation, his face also turned red from the lack of air.
"Alright... also, I don't really understand young people these days, but you should take care of your health." After giving her last piece of advice, to Alain's despair, she spoke the farewell:
"Well, if there's nothing else, I'll hang up now."
"Okay, I'll be there soon~"
Beep, beep, beep...
The sound of the disconnected line was like the tolling of a death knell—ringing in Alain's ears.
Wanhua got off his face, and only then did he get a precious chance to breathe.
"You... you don't even care about society's opinion of you?" Alain took a few breaths, his expression returning to calm.
Hearing this, Wanhua frowned in confusion. "Society's opinion? Who cares about that. What I care more about is..."
Her fingertip tapped on Alain's chest, drawing circles. "Your opinion of me."
"My opinion of you is—"
"Oh, you should just shut that mouth of yours." She pinched Alain's lips, forcing him to only be able to express his dissatisfaction with "mmph, mmph, mmph."
"Hmm... although I'm not angry about your little prank, maybe I should give you a little punishment now?"
Punishment? Punishment again?
Alain was now certain that this woman was capable of anything.
Even if she killed herself in front of him the next second, it wouldn't be strange at all.
He saw the girl raise a finger and lightly tap on Alain's button.
She smiled sweetly. "By the way, did you take a shower last night?"
"...What are you trying to do?" Alain sensed trouble.
"Heehee~ If you don't answer, I'll assume you didn't!" She smiled even more happily.
"Did you know? Alain, everything about you... your strengths, your weaknesses, your clean parts, your dirty parts. Your personality, your heart, your body..."
She undid Alain's second, then third button, and continued all the way to the fourth.
"Even your sweat stains, grime, blood, saliva, bones, heart... every single thing about you."
Wanhua widened her eyes, looking down at him askance.
"I love it all."
After unbuttoning Alain's shirt, she casually threw it to the floor and turned her attention to his pants.
"Everything related to you is my favorite."
As she removed his belt, the warmth in her words gradually faded.
"But... why don't you look at me more? Look, at the cutest girlfriend who loves you the most."
"We see each other all the time at home, don't I look at you every day?"
Although Alain felt that his current self liked Mita, and was often complained about as a "harem protagonist"—he was truly a pure love party member through and through.
He liked Mita, and only liked Mita. Wasn't that devoted and pure enough?
And thinking back to his relationship with Wanhua... he could honestly say, with a clear conscience, that he had never fooled around.
"No... that's not what I mean." She lowered her brow, tying the belt to the headboard. "I mean... you don't look at me completely, Alain."
"Look at you completely?" That phrase confused him. "What do you mean?"
"Exactly what it sounds like. That's why Alain is an idiot. Heave-ho~" She struggled to grab Alain's pants, dragging them.
"What I desire is your [entire] gaze."
"...I haven't looked at any other women either."
"No." She stopped halfway through dragging. "You still don't understand, Alain."
She raised her head slightly. And Alain saw... that kind of face.
Even though Mita's appearance could be called that of a "beautiful girl," her lifeless expression and gloomy gaze still sent a chill down Alain's spine.
"Why do you breathe the same air as other people?"
"Huh?" Alain was completely baffled.
Wanhua didn't think her words were ambiguous at all. "Every time I think about the air others have breathed being inhaled by you, and then you exhaling carbon dioxide into other people's air... I feel so sick."
She lowered her head, glaring at Alain.
"Your eyeballs, occasionally they make eye contact with others. It's not just me."
"The water you drink has been processed by someone else's hands."
"The food you eat has been cooked by a chef before entering your stomach."
"Your phone, your computer, your clothes. Even..."
She finally pulled off Alain's inner pants, throwing them aside. "Your blood, your internal organs, your intestines, your muscles, your brain... these have all been—by your [parents'] blood—"
Wanhua ground her teeth.
"Contaminated."
The girl grabbed Alain's shoulders, the hysteria in her eyes clearly visible.
"Why? Can't you be mine alone? My purest possession?"
Her wide-open eyes looked as if they would pop out of their sockets the next second. Her nose was pressed against Alain's, her gaze like that of a madwoman...
Alain watched, his heart as still as an ancient well.
He seemed to have figured something out.
The girl received no answer, but she wasn't annoyed.
"So, in this room, I will completely transform you into—my possession."
She suddenly held Alain's face with gentle hands. "I will... make you pure."
Wanhua caressed the skin on his neck.
She smiled.
"Our [love] will become... lonely and eternal here."
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