A Bowl of Clear Soup

After a bowl of clear soup, she sighed in satisfaction.

“Ah… I’m alive.”

Aya Tone rubbed her slightly bulging belly, feeling utterly content. Finally, she had soothed the stomach that had been acting up throughout the journey.

Then she looked at the quiet room, her eyes soft. “Has Little Jiu been crying these past two days?”

Even when sent on missions over the years, she had video-called her daughter every day. This was the first time she had been away for two days.

Big White’s hands, busily clearing the dishes, paused almost imperceptibly. “No. The little mistress was very well-behaved. She had a great time playing with Miss Fire Finch.”

Emmm, should she tell her master that Miss Fire Finch had taken the little mistress out to play?

Her mind raced, but from the outside, there was no visible sign of anything amiss.

Forget it.

She had already sent a message. They should be able to make it back by tomorrow, right?

But thinking of Fire Finch’s personality, Big White’s confidence wavered.

The moment Aya Tone left home, Fire Finch suggested taking Little Jiu out to play. And now, neither of them had come back…

She had even requested leave for the little mistress. If the master found out…

Big White could already imagine how angry Aya Tone would be when she learned that Fire Finch had taken Little Jiu to skip school and have fun.

Sigh… The little mistress didn’t want me to follow. There was nothing I could do.

Water flowed over her fair hands, but it couldn’t wash away the melancholy in her heart.

That night.

The master and servant squeezed into the same room to sleep.

There were only three rooms in the house. According to Big White, Little Jiu and Fire Finch were sleeping in the master bedroom, while the second bedroom was Fire Finch’s room.

She couldn’t just barge into her own room, and the other woman’s room was off-limits.

Aya Tone didn’t want to sleep on the sofa either. The weather was growing chilly, so she had no choice but to impose on Big White.

The bed wasn’t big, but it was more than enough for two small, cute people.

“Big White, why do you smell so nice?”

“Master, stop touching me. It’s almost 3 a.m. Let’s sleep.”

“I can’t sleep~”

She had slept the whole way on the plane, and now she wasn’t the least bit drowsy.

“Big White, how about you let me play with your phone?” Aya Tone remembered that Big White had joined some silly group chat. Since she couldn’t sleep, she might as well cause some trouble for those idiots.

After all, Big White had saved her from a hungry stomach. To trouble her further would weigh on her conscience.

She refused to believe no one would be up at this hour!

And don’t ask why she didn’t use her own account—she was afraid of getting beat up.

Big White: So I’m just a substitute?

“Hold on.” Big White clutched her phone and curled up in the corner, furtively doing something.

Aya Tone didn’t press. She was all too familiar with that pose.

Back in her school days, when the teacher caught her playing with her phone, she used to act the same way—inevitably hiding some dark secret.

Kids grow up. Having secrets is normal. I understand!

Aya Tone nodded sagely, a look of paternal gratification on her face.

“Here. Keep it quiet.” Big White repeatedly warned her not to mess with anything else.

“You didn’t download any action movies, did you?” Aya Tone joked half-seriously.

“None of that stuff.”

“What a pity.” Aya Tone took the phone and flopped onto the blanket.

Let’s get started!

Big White kept a sidelong glance on Aya Tone’s movements. Only when she confirmed that her master really just wanted to chat did she breathe a sigh of relief.

She didn’t have that kind of stuff, but she had other things that were even more incriminating.

Luckily, the master hadn’t looked just now. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have had time to delete the evidence.

Her phone was filled with photos she planned to sell to Fire Finch—including but not limited to Aya Tone’s daily life shots and embarrassing moments that could be used as black history.

If the master found those, she wouldn’t just lose a layer of skin.

Even worse, her little savings would be confiscated.

If it weren’t for the fear that Aya Tone might get bored late at night and impulsively use her mental power to sense the next room, she really wouldn’t have handed over her phone.

Back when she didn’t have a human body, all her data was stored inside her core, with no risk of loss.

But now…

Boo hoo, little mistress, come back soon!

Big White: o(╥﹏╥)o

Aya Tone swiped the screen briefly and quickly found her target—the silly group chat.

The latest message inside was from half an hour ago.

Heh, heh. See, idiots don’t go to bed this early.

White Demon [Sleep your mother, get up and party!]

[Party your mother, go to sleep!]

The same old recipe. The same old flavor.

It’s back. It’s all back.

Aya Tone looked at the avatar with the ID “Demon Possessed”—an anime character holding a sword, his face twisted in agony as if screaming something.

Such a familiar name. Overflowing with chuunibyou energy.

White Demon [Do you know Akame? Can you summon a living armor? Do you like Esdeath or Mine? @Demon Possessed]

Demon Possessed [???]

In a dark room, a boy’s eyes widened, the light from his phone screen reflecting off his glasses.

Beneath the glasses, his dark eye bags were terrifyingly deep.

But he didn’t care about that now. “Bro, did your account get hacked?”

He absolutely refused to believe that account had been stolen.

As one of the earliest members of the group, he knew this person’s abilities well.

Once, a group member’s account was hacked, and this big shot had silently retrieved it in just a few minutes, even blacking out the hacker’s computer.

But these words were too bizarre.

They simply didn’t sound like something the original would say. White didn’t watch anime!

White Demon [No, it’s me.]

That sounded even more like a hacked account. Who would claim to be the hacker after being hacked?

But those two simple words instantly flushed out the late-night lurkers.

I’m a Lolicon [What! White got caught?]

Where’s my head?? [What! White got mistaken for someone not to mess with?]

…

Red Eyes [Stop! White is in my bed. I can confirm all the above are rumors.]

Sure enough, these were his silly group friends. The topic had inexplicably shifted.

Aya Tone suddenly felt mischievous. She tapped the voice message button and sent a clip.

As the audio went out, the lively chat instantly fell silent.

Demon Possessed […]

Sure enough, the account was hacked.

I’m a Lolicon [Based on my years of loli research, I’d say she’s under 150 cm and very flat!!!]

After reading that, Aya Tone’s cheerful smile imperceptibly darkened. Then, silently, she took out her own phone.

Hello, is this 110? There’s a pervert!

Ah, the address is 12345…

****

The next day.

Aya Tone groggily pushed off the blanket covering her body, but a corner of her shirt stubbornly clung to her smooth shoulder, refusing to let go.

Ah…

It was past ten.

She glanced at her phone and couldn’t help but flop back down.

The blanket’s seal was too powerful. Her side had failed to break through.

After flushing out a bunch of perverts last night, Aya Tone had irresponsibly lurked and watched the drama. Then, watching, she had fallen asleep.

When she opened her eyes again, it was already daylight.

Boo hoo, Little Jiu had already gone to kindergarten. Big White had gone to protect Little Jiu. Fire Finch had to go to the guild. And the guild didn’t need her either.

Yay~

I’m useless~

Aya Tone, the ultimate slacker, completely let loose. She sprawled on Big White’s bed, rolling back and forth, her fair little legs kicking joyfully.

“Oooh~ Yay~”

Ah!

Their eyes met.

Aya Tone froze. Then, carefully, she pulled the blanket over her head.

Boo hoo, I don’t want to live anymore… I can’t show my face…