Pokémon: Rise of Evil

Chapter 326: Capture Xiao Baihe

Looking at this spacious and simple mezzanine space, as well as the various girlish decorations here, Shota felt that tonight might be his chance to take action. Although it was a little fast, the adult world seemed to be like this, not to mention that his prey was an adult who lacked love.

Just as Shota was thinking this, Sayuri sat down on the bed, facing Shota and said happily:

"How is it? My secret space is pretty good, right?"

Sayuri said as she sat up from the bed again, walked to Shota's side, and pulled him to a smaller floor-to-ceiling window.

"Like me, get down."

Looking at Sayuri's graceful and exquisite figure as she lay down, for some reason, Shota didn't feel anything. Perhaps to him, it was just like looking at white bones.

When you take off the skin, there are nothing but 206 bones, flesh, blood, dirt, hair, and intestines. When you put on clothes, there are 18,000 appearances.

Guess people's hearts while you are alive, and look at their bones after you die.

Seeing beauty as white bones makes me feel free from desire; seeing white bones as beauty makes me feel free from fear. Being free from desire and fearless can be said to be the state of all living beings.

The appearances of all sentient beings are all false, and having appearance can also be having no appearance.

There is no self, no others,

There is no image of living beings, no image of life,

The rosy skull is nothing but bones and flesh.

All appearances are not appearances. All appearances are false.

Just as Shota was thinking about some poems from his previous life, Sayuri's voice reached his ears:

"Don't look at me, look ahead."

Seeing Sayuri blushing because of his unintentional gaze, Shota looked in the direction of her finger, and a picture of high-rise buildings appeared in front of him.

The dark sky covers the entire city, but it is sparkling under the moonlight. The prosperity seems to have gone away, and a simple and sincere beauty returns to the world, allowing us to see the moon and the stars.

Just as Shota was marveling at this artistic painting that shouldn't be seen in modern times, Sayuri's voice reached his ears:

"It's beautiful, isn't it? There's a quiet and peaceful power to it."

Shota subconsciously nodded to Sayuri's comment. Looking at this seemingly mature yet immature girl, Shota developed a slight liking for her.

Then he heard Sayuri say:

"This is the most precious thing in my secret space. Originally, this thing could only be seen in the deepest part of the night. You can see it during this time period. It's a treasure."

Listening to the happy tone of the sharing, Shota did not agree with it. Instead, he felt an indescribable sense of contradiction.

However, now is not the time to discuss this contradiction. Looking at Sayuri who was lying beside him, less than 10 centimeters away, Shota began to move slowly in an imperceptible way.

Sayuri certainly didn't notice this. She just looked at the painting quietly, feeling the quietness and peace it brought her.

The night gradually deepened, but the rich people's drinking and toasting had just begun.

In contrast to their liveliness, the attic seemed extremely quiet.

It was so quiet that only the breathing of the two people could be heard.

At night, the temperature gradually cooled down. Sayuri felt a little cold and subconsciously leaned towards Shota.

Then a small exclamation was heard in the quiet attic.

Sayuri's arm made contact with Shota's arm.

Under the bright white moonlight, Sayuri looked at Shota who was staring at her, and her cheeks gradually began to turn red.

As the sounds of their breathing grew heavier in each other's ears, one heart was moving closer to the other.

Sayuri slowly closed her eyes, and after a wait that was neither short nor long, she felt the tenderness on his lips and the big hands caressing her back.

As the temperature in the attic continued to rise, Sayuri, who was exhausted, was thrown onto the bed by Shota in a princess hug, and a passionate quarrel was inevitable.

The next morning, sunlight shone through the attic window onto the pink bed. Feeling slightly stimulated, Sayuri slowly opened her eyes.

As her lower body moved, the dazed Sayuri finally woke up and recalled what happened last night.

As the scenes of last night appeared in Sayuri's memory, her face gradually turned red, like a monkey's butt.

"What should I do? What should I do? We have only known each other for less than a day. I don't think he thinks I am a casual woman."

Just as Sayuri was daydreaming, the stairs leading to the attic were opened and a head popped out.

The owner of this head is Shota.

He placed his hands on the exit, looked at Sayuri who looked at a loss, and said:

"woke up?"

"Ah."

"Can you get out of bed?"

"No, it hurts."

"You are addicted, don't blame me."

"asshole!"

Looking at the pillow thrown at him, Shota simply caught it and then entered the pavilion.

After brushing off the non-existent dust on the pillow, Shota slowly walked to Sayuri's side. Looking at her extremely aggrieved expression, he spoke to her in a comforting voice:

"Don't act like you've suffered a big loss. You might have made a profit."

"Ah? Do you want to hear if what you say is human language?"

As she said this, Sayuri burst into tears.

After crying for a while, Sayuri secretly glanced at Shota and found that he was just sitting on the chair looking at her, and she cried even louder.

"Okay, stop crying. Are you always so petty? If you cry again, I'll leave."

"Don't!"

Seeing Shota getting up and leaving, Sayuri quickly grabbed his hand and said coquettishly:

"No, brother, my dear brother, don't go, I'm scared."

Seeing Sayuri's submissive look, Shota finally held her in his arms and touched her head with his hand that was endowed with Tokiwa's power. He seemed to have thought of something and spoke:

“Do you know your family history?”

Hearing Shota's question, Sayuri, who was enjoying Shota's caress, was a little confused, but she still obediently said:

"I know. Isn't it the development history of Dewen Company?"

"It seems that your father, your brother, and your mother are hiding things from you. No wonder your brother has taken away all your glory."

Hearing what Shota said, Sayuri looked up in disbelief.

Seeing Sayuri's incredulous expression, Shota told Sayuri the true history of the Zfuchi family that Daigo had told him before.