Anime Crossover: About How I Spoiled an Angel

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Mahiru, fresh from her bath, had an already smooth and delicate face that appeared even whiter and brighter under the warm and soft lighting of the living room, radiating an inner glow that made one want to gently touch it.

But now, her milk-smooth skin was quietly tinged with a blush.

Ugh—so embarrassing…

Mahiru let out a low whimper, like a small animal, an unconscious reaction she only made when she was shy and alone at home.

But in fact, even she herself didn't know she had such a strange habit.

Because every time she does something like this, it can be traced back to one person.

And this person is none other than someone else.

Just over a month ago, she met her destined one—Su Qing—in that heavy rain.

……

Chapter 165 Let me explain!

Has Su Qing returned yet?

Then...

As if she had just thought of something, a hint of anticipation flashed in Mahiru's beautiful eyes.

So, Mahiru collapsed onto the beanbag chair in the living room with a "thump," feeling soft and comfortable.

Most importantly, there's that familiar cushion on the sofa!

Mahiru skillfully held it in her arms.

Yes, it has Su Qing's scent, and it's as reassuring as ever.

Mahiru rolled over, hugging the cushion tighter. Her eyes were fixed on a spot on the ceiling, her mind racing with thoughts.

Why hasn't Su Qing come back yet?

Why don't you send a text message to ask?

However, he should still be busy with club activities right now, so it seems a bit inappropriate to disturb him abruptly...

Speaking of clubs, that cute girl named Yui Yuigahama seems to be in the same club as Su Qing.

Should I... join that so-called "Service Department"?

But... what reason should I give for applying...?

A young girl in the season of love, even if she hasn't yet confessed her feelings to the person she likes.

However, the girl was always very cautious when it came to Su Qing's every move.

Let's ask Su Qing when she gets back.

The girl thought to herself.

Now, let's start preparing dinner!

Anyway… he said he likes all the dishes he makes…

hum.

Thinking of this, Mahiru's mood unconsciously became cheerful, and a smile called "happiness" spread across her face.

Just as Mahiru got up, reluctantly putting down the cushion.

"Tick tock."

Is it...raining?

"Jingle-ding-ding-ding-ding."

Mahiru looked out the window and, sure enough, it was raining.

And judging from the sound, the rain is quite heavy.

Fortunately, she had already brought in her own clothes. Mahiru breathed a sigh of relief.

But then she quickly thought of something else—had Su Qing's clothes been taken away?

Because their apartments had the same layout, Mahiru quickly found the place where Su Qing was drying her clothes, and sure enough, there were clothes hanging on the clothes rack.

It seems that Su Qing didn't remember to put it away when she went to school today.

The rain isn't too heavy yet; the rainwater hasn't gotten on our clothes.

So, Mahiru pushed open the balcony door and quickly put away Su Qing's clothes.

Then, worried that the clothes would get wet in the rain, Mahiru hurriedly threw all the clothes she had packed onto the sofa, thus avoiding an unnecessary disaster.

But just leaving it on the sofa isn't a good idea either.

Putting aside her slovenly appearance, Mahiru is a very clean and hygienic person. Under her management, her room, living room, and other places are always neat, tidy, and spotless.

And now, this lump of clothes is undoubtedly challenging Mahiru's strength!

"Fold them for him first," Mahiru muttered to herself, then began to fold Su Qing's clothes one by one, just like a gentle and virtuous wife.

First the shirt, then the lining, then the pants, and finally Su Qing's underwear...

Ok?

and many more.

Underwear?

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Meanwhile, Su Qing was on her way home.

At this moment, he was clearly unaware that the little angel Mahiru had thoughtfully tidied up all the clothes he had hung out to dry.

Yes, it's "all".

"Mochizuki Ryu and Mochizuki Riki?" Because she had just mentioned this to Yukino, Su Qing inevitably thought of the two of them again and couldn't help but sigh.

In fact, given his consistent principles, even if he didn't use legal means, he would definitely use some method to ensure his own safety.

Regardless of the circumstances, it is an established fact that Mochizuki Riki attempted to attack him with a knife.

Even though he could tell that the other party was obviously untrained and, being a woman, had poor physical fitness.

But he still had no intention of letting the other party go.

But he was still a human being after all, and couldn't help but feel compassion.

Mochizuki Ryu's actions at that time... reminded him of his past self.

He and the dean were also so dependent on each other.

Having grown up in the same orphanage, he understands even more how hard it is to save a little money.

However, although Mochizuki Ryu had made a promise, he didn't actually believe him. Even though his [Absolute Sense of Smell] didn't detect the scent of a lie.

To be precise, he was simply giving his past self a chance.

Moreover, putting aside Mochizuki Ritsu, Mochizuki Ryu, a boy who was subdued by a weak woman, was no different from a weakling in Su Qing's eyes...

"Yandere?" Su Qing suddenly chuckled, then muttered to herself:

"That sounds nice. What do you mean by 'I love you, so I'll imprison you'?"

It's nothing more than an extreme case of being overly anxious and insecure, a flawed personality stemming from a lack of love and care since childhood, and a typical example of someone who only loves themselves.

Only those who have been searching for a partner for many years without success, who know that their future is hopeless and therefore give up on themselves, would fantasize about having such a person by their side all day long.

They might even imagine that she is extremely wealthy, and if she also has a hot figure and exquisite looks, that would be the icing on the cake.

She believed that being a yandere was just a sign of being unloved, and that as long as she gave the other person enough love, the other person would never hurt her, and the two of them would live happily ever after.

All Su Qing could think of was the stench of a cesspool, which made him feel nauseous.

That was a counterfeit so obviously fake it couldn't be faked any more.

Calling it garbage wouldn't be an exaggeration at all.

I only hope that Mochizuki Ryu will fulfill his promise.

Otherwise, don't blame yourself for not giving them a chance...

A cold glint flashed in the depths of Su Qing's eyes.

That is... [the gaze of the abyss].

……

With no obstacles along the way, Su Qing finally arrived at her doorstep.

Actions consistent with those of Mahiru.

Insert the key, turn the key, and open the door.

Because she had just returned from outside, Su Qing had to change into indoor shoes as an extra step.

"Has Mahiru arrived yet?"

The floor at the deepest part of the entryway is illuminated by the light characteristic of the living room.

Su Qing didn't pay much attention. Since he joined the Service Department, most of the time when he came back, Mahiru would already be at his house cooking dinner and waiting for him.

"Tell Mahiru that I'll take a shower first before eating," Su Qing muttered to herself.

Although he wasn't soaked, rainwater inevitably trickled onto Su Qing's arms due to the wind.

There were also puddles on the road, which caused some stains on Su Qing's pants, making her feel uncomfortable.

As Su Qing walked into the living room, he saw the familiar figure and was about to greet him.

But when he saw the girl clearly, or more precisely, what she was holding, a look of surprise flashed across his eyes.

After faintly hearing Su Qing's footsteps, Mahiru knew that the other party had returned.

Therefore, she raised her eyes slightly, intending to welcome the other party back, but found that Su Qing was frozen in place as if petrified.

Mahiru tilted her head in confusion, about to ask what had happened, but Su Qing spoke first:

"Mahiru, um... I can fold my own clothes."

clothing?

Fold it yourself?

There's no need to be so surprised, is there?

Mahiru subconsciously looked at the clothes in her hand.

It was a pair of black... men's underwear.

Then, the blush unique to a girl of that age spread rapidly like a tide, instantly covering her entire face, and even her ears and neck were tinged pink.

"Ahhh...you, you let me explain!"

……

P.S.: Just being a little narcissistic, although the content is so-so, I think the titles of chapters 159-161 are really good (smug).

Also, this book already has 339 reviews. Oh dear, if only a kind reader would see this and realize they haven't reviewed it yet, and then kindly leave a review to help this struggling author break the 340-review mark!

Chapter 166 That day, Mahiru's shy voice...

"Ahhh...you, you let me explain!"

Worried that Su Qing would think she was doing something strange while he was away, Mahiru, who had been squatting, hurriedly stood up.

She was about to explain something when her feet seemed to disobey her commands, and her left and right feet started fighting, causing her to fall face-first into the mud with a "thud".

Because of the great distance, even if Su Qing could react immediately, her physical abilities couldn't keep up.

Fortunately, Mahiru fell onto a beanbag chair, and the great cushioning force prevented her from being seriously injured, although she looked a bit disheveled.

[So...so embarrassing...]

Mahiru's inner voice roared like a locomotive.

At that moment, she really wanted to dig a hole and bury her head in it.

Rather, she has now sunk her head deep into the beanbag chair.

If she could, Mahiru would never want to lift her head again in her life.