後日談：進擊的一夢
Epilogue: Ichiyume on the Offensive
黃前本家深處的「魂識整備室」內，空氣中交織著陳舊線香及靈力迴路散發的氣息，以及一種更為抽象，如同「固化記憶」般的冰冷氛圍。牆壁上幽暗的切支丹符文如同活物般脈動，流淌著淡紫色的光暈。
石製平台周圍，數座黑曜石碑頂端的水晶投射出複雜幾何光網，籠罩著平台上的存在——「黃前一夢單元」。結衣站在一旁，眼神專注，指尖流淌著細微的金色聖力與淡紫色靈力絲線，精細調校著法器，確保母親的「整體性保養檢查」萬無一失。
「母親，深度靈介面檢測要開始了。」結衣的聲音平靜而帶著權威：既是女兒，也是最高權限的管理者。
「嗯，交給你了，結衣。」一夢溫柔的回應直接從石台共鳴發出。她放鬆身體，信任地把自己交給女兒——以及上級。
這是一次必要的「整體性保養檢查」。自從那次教會捕獲事件後，雖然經過艱難的外交接涉與暗地裡的交易（教會最終確認無法完全解析「黃前一夢單元」，且顧忌徹底激怒黃前家族與結衣這位不可控又強大的「神聖魔女」），教會同意將其歸還，被教會“探測修改”過其存在的一夢狀態，始終是結衣最掛心的事。更不用說，結衣後來親自對其核心靈識進行了「改寫」，強化了「神無月一夢」人格模組的獨立性與優先級，改寫後的運行狀態必須定期確認。
保養過程如同一場寂靜的舞蹈。結衣的雙手引導著光線，滲進一夢身體。符文閃爍，水晶嗡鳴，光線探入無形的靈識結構，檢測著靈魂契約的完整性、靈力迴路的通暢度，以及核心模組的運作邏輯。特別是被結衣改寫強化的「神無月一夢」模組的穩定性和各個次模組間的相容性。畢竟那種幅度的改寫，所有敘述的邏輯一致性，可沒人敢保證。
關鍵步驟到來。為了觀測表層人格模組的獨立運行狀態能達到最大精度，需要進行物理上的分離。結衣結印，黑曜石碑光芒大盛，鎖定一夢頸項。伴隨著類似水晶共鳴的輕微「喀」聲，一夢的頭部連同頸部一小部分，被無形之力平穩地取下，旋正後懸浮安置在旁邊一個小型法器平台上。平台立刻延伸出無數細密的光絲，與頭部下方斷面連接，維持著「神無月一夢」模組的運作與感知。
一夢的身體則依舊躺在石台上，被另一組符文光芒覆蓋，維持生命活性與單元整體性（讓黃前一夢完整存在，確保「單元」不會因此解體），但活動能力被降至最低，僅保有模糊的體感，以避免頭體交互佔用過大的靈訊通道，造成法器負擔，妨礙觀測進行。
「神無月一夢模組，運行狀態監測開始。」結衣喃喃道，她手中凝聚出一面由光構成的鏡子，鏡面上流過無數快速變幻的符文與影像，反映著一夢此刻的表層思緒與情感流——大多是關於結衣的溫暖記憶與擔憂。純粹而濃烈的母愛，正如結衣所改寫的那樣。
「模組運行穩定，同調正常。」結衣看著靈鏡顯示的狀態，說道。
為了緩和氣氛及持續觀察模組在對話中的反應，結衣開始與母親的頭顱閒聊。她們談論日常，談論天氣，談論結衣大學生活裡的小煩惱。一夢都能正常回應，表情生動，眼神溫柔，邏輯清晰，完全就是那位結衣熟悉的，深愛女兒的母親。
過了一會兒，一夢的頭顱輕輕嘆息，帶著一絲恍惚：「現在這樣……意識清晰，卻完全動不了身體，只能說話的感覺……讓我不由得想起那時候了呢，被捉到教會裡的那時候。」
結衣操作的手微微一頓。她當然記得，太記得了。那是結衣熟知的“舊世界”崩塌的一刻。
沉默了片刻，結衣看著母親那無法動彈的身體，以及那顆只能言說的頭顱，一個壓在心頭許久的疑問浮現。「母親，」她聲音放輕，「那時候……教會襲擊之前，家族為什麼要主動將你『分解』，還要特意卸載『神無月一夢』？」
法器平台反饋的靈訊流略有波動，隨即恢復平穩。一夢的聲音透過平台響起，平靜得像在講述別人的事：「那是標準高風險處置程序，結衣。為了防止核心靈識秘密被敵對勢力讀取，必須斷開深度網絡連接，並卸載可能洩密的表層人格。『神無月一夢』知道太多關於妳的事情，也太了解妳的感情。這些資訊可能被融會出妳的弱點或構成上的突破點，讓教會掌握妳，使妳不再屬於黃前家族。」
「那……當時他們準備安裝的，是什麼？」結衣追問，目光緊鎖一夢臉龐。
一夢停頓了一下，彷彿訪問被封存的記錄：「一個代號『赤口』的純戰鬥與自毀模組，目標是清除教會高層。黃前一夢是泛用性廣的高性能單元，若有可能落在教會手裡，那寧可讓其奮戰至死。」
結衣感到一陣寒意，但直覺告訴她，這並非全部。「還有呢？我記得那時……你的身體穿著很不一樣的衣服。」
一夢的臉露出些微像是在「回憶」的神情：「那是在安裝『赤口』之前的一個過渡方案。那陣子教會趁著暑假，送妳去梵蒂岡進行深度修行。家族認為我這單元性能優越，僅僅是等待妳回來，實屬浪費，故決定先中止『神無月一夢』運行，改裝一個代號『夜蝶』的高階社交模組。」
「社交模組？」
「嗯，更具侵略性和誘惑力，專為滲透上流社會，魅惑權貴，擴大家族影響力所開發的簡化模組。模組本身未設定身份，使用黃前一夢基本設定，視情況使用假名，可說是……『社交名媛』模組。」一夢的語氣依舊平淡，但內容卻讓結衣恍然大悟。
難怪！當時捕獲母親無頭軀體時，她身穿一襲極具誘惑力的黑色緊身短裙禮服，頸項戴著奢華誇張的珍珠寶石項鍊，腳上是一雙張揚的露趾鱷魚皮黑色高跟鞋——與「神無月一夢」那種自然優雅，穿著舒適大方，只佩戴低調小十字架的風格天差地遠！
話語至此，結衣看著母親此刻靜穿著素白儀式服的靜止身體，一個小小的惡作劇念頭突然萌生。
她嘴角勾起一絲壞笑，請待命的家族成員取來當年那套衣飾鞋履。
「結衣？你想做什麼？」一夢的頭顱發出疑惑的詢問。
「嗯……只是想看看。」結衣笑著，開始動手為母親靜止的身體更換衣物。褪去儀式服，穿上那件黑色緊身短裙。過程中，一夢的頭顱發出窘迫的抗議：「結衣！別鬧了……這根本不是我的風格……噢，我的身體，身體它……」
「可是我想看媽媽不同的樣子嘛。」結衣手沒停，壞笑著無視母親的抗議。
接著，她拿起那條奢華至極的項鍊，雙手繞過身體的頸項，為其戴上。
就在項鍊扣上的瞬間，一夢的頭顱突然輕輕「啊！」了一聲。
「怎麼了？」結衣問。
「有點……奇怪。」頭顱的表情出現細微變化，原本的溫婉摻入一絲彆扭，「底層（黃前一夢單元）好像有什麼……被觸碰到了。心裡感覺……癢癢的。」她的語氣似乎多了一點點輕浮的尾音。
結衣眼睛一亮，繼續進行。她脫下母親腳上樸素淡雅的鞋襪，拿起那雙線條銳利、設計大膽的鱷魚皮露趾高跟鞋。
「等等！結衣！這鞋子太……」一夢的頭顱試圖阻止。
但結衣已經握住母親的腳踝，將那雙高跟鞋套了上去。冰冷的皮革觸感與極具侵略性的設計包裹住一夢纖細的雙足，而她秀氣的腳趾從魚嘴大剌剌地竄出。
「唔嗯……！」頭顱發出一聲更明顯的呻吟，帶著某種難耐情緒，「妳、妳要把媽媽變成什麼樣子啊……這感覺太陌生了……」
「只是想看看嘛。」結衣笑著完成最後步驟，後退一步欣賞。
此刻，一夢的身體立起靜坐著，卻已徹底變樣：妖嬈的黑裙、炫目的珠寶、性感的高跟鞋，與那顆還維持著些許溫婉氣質的頭顱形成詭異又迷人的對比。
頭顱閉上眼睛，發出一連串彷彿在適應什麼的無意義「哼哼啊啊」聲。當她再度睜眼時，眼神已然變了——溫潤被嫵媚取代，柔和變得勾人，甚至帶上了一絲強勢。
「呵呵……」頭顱發出一聲與之前截然不同的輕笑，語氣變得慵懶而帶有命令口吻：「結衣醬~來，把媽媽的頭拿起來，繞著身體轉一圈，讓媽媽好好欣賞一下。」
這語氣幾乎違反了底層的權限設定！結衣愣了一下，但好奇驅使她照做了。她小心翼翼地捧起母親的頭顱，如同捧著最珍貴的藝術品，繞著那具換上新裝的身體緩緩走動。
頭顱上的眼睛閃爍著讚賞與滿意的光芒，毫不掩飾地品鑑著：「嗯~不錯，真不錯呢。這身段，這搭配……不愧是『夜蝶』的品味。好了，幫媽媽裝回身體上吧？」
結衣依言，將頭顱重新安置回頸項。符文光輝流轉，靈識連接迅速恢復完整。
下一秒，「黃前一夢」單元——或者此刻更應稱為「夜蝶」模式——緩緩站了起來。她優雅而充滿自信地低頭撫摸自己曼妙的腰身曲线，擺出一個極盡魅惑的姿態，對自己的變化顯得頗為滿意。她低頭，欣賞著被高跟鞋拉伸得極致優美的小腿曲線，目光掃過從魚嘴鞋口露出的塗著無形靈光般艷色指甲的腳趾，輕輕點了兩下地面。
叩、叩、叩。 清脆而帶著挑逗意味的腳步聲在石室內響起。她搖曳生姿地走了幾步，彷彿沉醉於自己的新形象。
接著，她轉向結衣，眼神像隻狡猾的狐狸，伸出纖手，輕輕托起結衣的下巴，迫使女兒與她對視，聲音甜膩而充滿侵略性：「是妳把媽媽變成這樣的？嗯？如何？滿不滿意妳的作品？」
面對突然掌控全場，氣場強大且媚態橫生的母親，結衣瞬間臉紅耳赤，眼神飄忽，不好意思直視：「媽、媽媽……這樣子……真、真是難得一見呢……」
「呵呵呵~」一夢——不，「夜蝶」——發出勝利的笑聲，「媽媽都變成這樣了，機會難得，來，讓媽媽教妳跳社交舞吧？」她不等結衣回答，一手強勢地握住結衣的手，另一手已然攬上她的腰肢，以主導者的姿態帶著結衣翩然起舞。
結衣心中小鹿亂撞，步伐有些慌亂，完全被母親引領著，感覺自己彷彿成了被「名媛」帶領的公主，既羞窘又有一絲奇特的興奮。
一曲舞畢，兩人坐下稍歇。「夜蝶」模式的一夢自然而然地將一隻腳伸向結衣，那隻穿著昂貴鱷魚皮高跟鞋的腳輕輕靠上結衣的手掌，她語帶嗔怪，眼神卻滿是誘惑：「好看吧？這鞋~可是妳親自套到媽媽腳上的哦？真是個壞孩子~」
結衣的手覆住那冰冷的皮革和微露的腳趾，感受著與平日溫柔母親截然不同的氣息，心跳依舊急促。她嘆了口氣，苦笑道：「都被媽媽拿捏住了……我果然，還是你女兒啊。」
玩鬧過後，結衣深吸一口氣，眼神恢復些許管理者的銳利。她伸出手指，輕點母親額頭，動用權限，低聲命令：「模組覆寫，回歸默認設定。『神無月一夢』，重啟。」
淡紫色光暈流過一夢全身，她渾身輕顫一下，眼神中的嫵媚與侵略性如潮水般褪去，取而代之的是熟悉的溫婉與隨即湧上的強烈羞窘。
「嗚……！」一夢瞬間雙手掩住紅得發燙的臉，猛地轉過身去，肩膀微微顫抖，再也不肯看結衣一眼，更別提說話了。
結衣看著母親這副模樣，只能尷尬地哈哈乾笑幾聲，走上前，輕輕拍了拍母親的肩膀以示安撫。
以天地之大，這等既詭異又羞恥，卻夾雜著奇特親暱與彼此深度理解的事情，或許也只可能發生在黃前家族……不，更準確地說，或許只可能發生在結衣與一夢這對獨一無二的母女身上。
In the "Soul Maintenance Chamber" deep within the Omae main house, the air was a tapestry woven from the scents of old incense, the hum of spiritual circuits, and a more abstract, cold atmosphere akin to "solidified memory." The abyssal Kirishitan runes on the walls pulsed like living things, flowing with a faint violet halo.
Around a stone platform, crystals atop several obsidian steles projected a complex geometric web of light, enveloping the being on the platform—the "Omae Ichiyume Unit." Yui stood to the side, her gaze focused, her fingertips streaming fine threads of golden holy power and faint violet spiritual energy, meticulously calibrating the ritual instruments to ensure her mother's "holistic maintenance check" went off without a hitch.
"Mother, the deep spiritual interface diagnostic is about to begin," Yui's voice was calm and authoritative: both a daughter and the highest-authority administrator.
"Mm, I'll leave it to you, Yui," Ichiyume's gentle response emanated directly from the stone platform's resonance. She relaxed her body, entrusting herself to her daughter—and her superior.
This was a necessary "holistic maintenance check." Ever since the incident of her capture by the Church, Ichiyume's condition had been Yui's greatest concern. After difficult diplomatic negotiations and back-channel deals (the Church finally conceded that it could not fully analyze the "Omae Ichiyume Unit" and was wary of completely enraging both the Omae family and the uncontrollable, powerful "Holy Witch," Yui), the Church had agreed to return her. But her existence had been "probed and modified" by them. Furthermore, Yui had later personally "rewritten" her core consciousness, strengthening the independence and priority of the "Kannazuki Ichiyume" personality module. The operational status of these rewrites had to be confirmed periodically.
The maintenance process was like a silent dance. Yui's hands guided beams of light, which permeated Ichiyume's body. Runes flickered, crystals hummed. The light delved into the intangible spiritual structure, checking the integrity of soul contracts, the flow of spiritual circuits, and the operational logic of the core modules—especially the stability of the "Kannazuki Ichiyume" module that Yui had rewritten and reinforced, and its compatibility with the various sub-modules. After all, with a rewrite of that magnitude, no one could guarantee the logical consistency of the entire narrative.
The critical step arrived. To observe the independent operational state of the surface personality module with maximum precision, a physical separation was necessary. Yui formed a hand seal. The light from the obsidian steles flared, locking onto Ichiyume's neck. With a faint "click" like crystal resonance, Ichiyume's head, along with a small portion of her neck, was smoothly lifted by an invisible force, rotated upright, and suspended on a smaller ritual platform nearby. The platform immediately extended countless fine filaments of light, connecting to the cross-section below the head to maintain the operation and perception of the "Kannazuki Ichiyume" module.
Ichiyume's body remained on the stone platform, covered by another set of runic lights that maintained its vital activity and the unit's overall integrity (ensuring Omae Ichiyume remained complete and the "unit" wouldn't disintegrate), but its motor functions were reduced to a minimum, retaining only a vague physical sensation. This was to prevent the head-body interaction from occupying too much of the spiritual data channel, which would burden the instruments and interfere with the observation.
"Kannazuki Ichiyume module, operational status monitoring initiated," Yui murmured. She materialized a mirror of light in her hand. Countless rapidly changing runes and images flowed across its surface, reflecting Ichiyume's current surface thoughts and emotional streams—mostly warm memories and worries about Yui. It was a pure and intense motherly love, just as Yui had rewritten it.
"Module operation stable, synchronization normal," Yui said, looking at the status displayed in the spiritual mirror.
To lighten the mood and continue observing the module's responses in conversation, Yui began to chat with her mother's head. They talked about daily life, the weather, and the little troubles Yui was having at university. Ichiyume responded normally, her expressions vivid, her gaze gentle, and her logic clear. She was, in every way, the mother Yui knew, the one who deeply loved her daughter.
After a while, Ichiyume's head sighed softly, a hint of a trance in her voice. "Being like this... fully conscious, but completely unable to move my body, only able to speak... it reminds me of that time. The time I was captured by the Church."
Yui's hands paused their work for a moment. Of course she remembered. She remembered it all too well. It was the moment the "old world" she knew had collapsed.
After a moment of silence, Yui looked at her mother's immobilized body and the head that could only speak. A question that had weighed on her heart for a long time surfaced. "Mother," she said, her voice softening, "back then... before the Church's attack, why did the family proactively 'dismantle' you, and why did they specifically uninstall 'Kannazuki Ichiyume'?"
The spiritual data feedback from the platform fluctuated slightly before stabilizing. Ichiyume's voice sounded through the platform, as calm as if she were recounting someone else's story. "That was a standard high-risk contingency protocol, Yui. To prevent the secrets of the core consciousness from being read by hostile forces, the deep network connection must be severed, and any surface personality that could leak information must be uninstalled. 'Kannazuki Ichiyume' knew too much about you and understood your emotions too well. This information could have been used to find your weaknesses or a breakthrough in your composition, allowing the Church to control you and make you no longer belong to the Omae family."
"Then... what were they preparing to install at that time?" Yui pressed, her eyes locked on Ichiyume's face.
Ichiyume paused, as if accessing a sealed record. "A combat and self-destruct module codenamed 'Akaguchi,' whose objective was to eliminate the Church's high command. Omae Ichiyume is a high-performance, general-purpose unit. If there was a chance she would fall into the Church's hands, it was preferable to let her fight to the death."
A chill ran down Yui's spine, but her intuition told her that wasn't the whole story. "What else? I remember then... your body was wearing very different clothes."
A look of "recollection" appeared on Ichiyume's face. "That was a transitional plan before installing 'Akaguchi.' Around that time, the Church had sent you to the Vatican for deep spiritual training during the summer break. The family believed it was a waste for a unit of my superior performance to simply wait for your return. Therefore, they decided to temporarily suspend the 'Kannazuki Ichiyume' program and install a high-level social module codenamed 'Yachō' (Night Butterfly)."
"'Social module'?"
"Mm, more aggressive and seductive, a simplified module developed specifically for infiltrating high society, bewitching the powerful, and expanding the family's influence. The module itself had no set identity and used the Omae Ichiyume base settings, adopting pseudonyms as needed. You could call it... a 'socialite' module." Ichiyume's tone remained flat, but the content brought a flash of understanding to Yui.
No wonder! When her mother's headless body was captured, she had been wearing an extremely seductive black, tight-fitting mini dress, a lavish and extravagant pearl and gemstone necklace, and a pair of ostentatious, open-toed crocodile-skin black high heels—a world away from the natural elegance and comfortable, modest attire of "Kannazuki Ichiyume," who only ever wore a discreet little cross!
As the conversation reached this point, Yui looked at her mother's still body, currently dressed in a plain white ritual gown, and a small, mischievous idea suddenly sparked.
A wicked grin touched the corner of her mouth. She asked the family members on standby to fetch the set of clothes, accessories, and shoes from that day.
"Yui? What are you doing?" Ichiyume's head asked, puzzled.
"Hmm... just wanted to see," Yui said with a smile, and began to change her mother's motionless body. She removed the ritual gown and put on the tight black mini dress. During the process, Ichiyume's head voiced embarrassed protests. "Yui! Stop fooling around... this isn't my style at all... Oh, my body, my body is..."
"But I want to see a different side of you, Mom," Yui said, her hands not stopping, ignoring her mother's protests with a grin.
Next, she picked up the incredibly lavish necklace and draped it around the body's neck, clasping it.
The moment the necklace clicked shut, Ichiyume's head suddenly let out a small "Ah!"
"What's wrong?" Yui asked.
"It's a little... strange." The expression on the head changed subtly, a hint of awkwardness mixing with her usual gentleness. "Something in the underlying layer (the Omae Ichiyume unit)... seems to have been touched. It feels... ticklish in my heart." Her tone seemed to have acquired a slightly frivolous lilt at the end.
Yui's eyes lit up, and she continued. She removed the simple, elegant shoes and socks from her mother's feet and picked up the pair of sharp-lined, daringly designed crocodile-skin, open-toed high heels.
"Wait! Yui! Those shoes are too..." Ichiyume's head tried to stop her.
But Yui had already taken her mother's ankle and slipped the high heels on. The cold touch of the leather and the aggressive design enveloped Ichiyume's slender feet, and her delicate toes peeked brazenly from the peep-toe opening.
"Mmm...!" The head let out a more distinct moan, tinged with a certain unbearable emotion. "What-what are you trying to turn Mommy into... This feels so unfamiliar..."
"Just wanted to see," Yui said with a laugh, finishing the last step and stepping back to admire her work.
At this moment, Ichiyume's body was sitting up, but completely transformed: a ravishing black dress, dazzling jewelry, and sexy high heels, creating a bizarre yet captivating contrast with the head that still retained a hint of gentle temperament.
The head closed its eyes and let out a series of meaningless "hmm, ahh" sounds, as if adapting to something. When she opened her eyes again, her gaze had changed—gentleness was replaced by charm, softness became alluring, even taking on a hint of dominance.
"Hehe..." The head let out a light laugh, completely different from before, her tone becoming lazy and commanding. "Yui-chan~ Come, pick up Mommy's head and walk a circle around the body, let Mommy have a good look."
That tone almost violated the underlying authority settings! Yui was stunned for a moment, but curiosity compelled her to comply. She carefully lifted her mother's head as if holding the most precious work of art and walked slowly around the newly dressed body.
The eyes on the head sparkled with appreciation and satisfaction, unabashedly appraising the view. "Mm~ Not bad, not bad at all. This figure, this ensemble... just as expected of 'Night Butterfly's' taste. Alright, are you going to help Mommy put it back on the body?"
Yui did as she was told, placing the head back on the neck. Runic light flowed, and the spiritual connection was swiftly restored to completeness.
The next second, the "Omae Ichiyume" unit—or perhaps now more aptly called the "Night Butterfly" mode—slowly stood up. She elegantly and confidently ran a hand over the graceful curve of her waist, striking a pose of utmost seduction, seeming quite pleased with her transformation. She looked down, admiring the exquisite curve of her calves, elongated by the high heels. Her gaze swept over her toes, painted with a vivid color that seemed to glow with an invisible spiritual light, peeking out from the peep-toe opening. She lightly tapped the floor twice.
Tap, tap, tap. The crisp, teasing sound of footsteps echoed in the stone chamber. She swayed as she walked a few steps, as if intoxicated by her new image.
Then, she turned to Yui, her eyes like those of a cunning fox. She reached out a slender hand and gently lifted Yui's chin, forcing her daughter to meet her gaze, her voice sweet and full of aggression. "You're the one who turned Mommy into this? Hmm? Well? Are you satisfied with your creation?"
Faced with a mother who had suddenly taken control of the room, exuding a powerful and bewitching aura, Yui instantly blushed crimson, her eyes darting away, too embarrassed to look directly at her. "Mo-Mom... like this... it's-it's truly a rare sight..."
"Hehehe~" Ichiyume—no, "Night Butterfly"—let out a victorious laugh. "Now that Mommy has become like this, it's a rare opportunity. Come, let Mommy teach you how to ballroom dance." Without waiting for Yui's reply, she took Yui's hand with one dominant hand and wrapped the other around her waist, leading Yui in a graceful dance.
Yui's heart fluttered, her steps a little flustered, completely led by her mother. She felt like a princess being led by a "socialite," feeling both embarrassed and strangely excited.
After the dance, they sat down to rest. The "Night Butterfly" mode Ichiyume naturally extended a leg toward Yui, the foot in its expensive crocodile-skin heel resting lightly on Yui's palm. Her tone was chiding, but her eyes were full of seduction. "It's pretty, isn't it? This shoe~ You're the one who put it on Mommy's foot, you know? What a naughty girl~"
Yui's hand covered the cold leather and the slightly exposed toes, feeling an aura completely different from her usual gentle mother. Her heart was still racing. She sighed and said with a wry smile, "I've been completely played by you, Mom... I really am your daughter, after all."
After the fun and games, Yui took a deep breath, a hint of the administrator's sharpness returning to her eyes. She reached out a finger, lightly tapped her mother's forehead, and invoked her authority, commanding in a low voice: "Module override. Revert to default settings. 'Kannazuki Ichiyume,' reboot."
A faint violet halo flowed over Ichiyume's body. She trembled slightly, and the charm and aggression in her eyes receded like a tide, replaced by her familiar gentleness and a subsequent, intense wave of embarrassment.
"Ugh...!" Ichiyume instantly covered her burning red face with her hands, whipped around, and refused to look at Yui again, let alone speak, her shoulders trembling slightly.
Seeing her mother like this, Yui could only let out a few awkward, dry laughs. She stepped forward and gently patted her mother's shoulder to soothe her.
In the whole wide world, something so bizarre and embarrassing, yet mixed with a strange intimacy and deep mutual understanding, could probably only happen in the Omae family... no, more accurately, it could probably only happen between Yui and Ichiyume, this one-of-a-kind mother and daughter.
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