Chapter 67: The Girl Who Longs to Be Loved

Gulp~

Qin Liang could clearly hear the sound of himself swallowing his saliva.

Black stockings, beautiful legs, and that soft and coquettish ‘daddy’—it was practically a dance on his kinks.

If you were to ask, when would a woman generally call a man ‘daddy’?

Either she was being bullied to the point of desperation and calling ‘daddy’ to beg for mercy, or it was a woman expressing her submission to a man, using this word to show who the dominant one was.

Although Qin Liang kept telling himself that the beautiful girl in black stockings before him was his good brother, most people are visual creatures, and he was no exception. It was like a lump of clay—if it looks like chocolate, smells like chocolate, and tastes like chocolate, then it’s chocolate.

The current Tang Yunle looked like a beautiful girl, had the body of a beautiful girl, and even her menstrual cycle was no different from a real woman’s. This made it very difficult for Qin Liang to see her as the carefree boy she once was.

Those few coquettish calls of ‘daddy’ from the mouth of a beautiful girl fiercely satisfied the unspeakable desires and taboos in a man’s heart, making him feel incredibly pleased.

“Um… can I touch them?”

The young man with ice-blue pupils swallowed hard, his hands itching to move, but his outstretched fingers hovered in mid-air, not knowing where to put them.

Hearing this, Tang Yunle looked up. Her gaze fell on a certain bulge, and she saw the young man’s unnatural expression.

As expected, a man’s little head often controls his big head.

“You can even bite them if you want.”

“Re… really?”

“Of course not. You’re a severe, late-stage leg fetishist. Even if you don’t think my legs are dirty, I still think your saliva is dirty.”

Tang Yunle rolled her eyes.

After speaking, she moved her beautiful, black-stockinged leg towards Qin Liang’s hand, deliberately brushing against his fingertips. She tilted her chin up, a smug look on her face, as if to say, “I, the emperor, am bestowing this upon you.”

“Don’t even think about biting. I’ll never let you bite them in this lifetime. But you can touch them—consider it a thank you for taking care of me yesterday. If I get sick again next time…”

Before she could finish, Qin Liang immediately interjected.

“Of course, I, as your ‘daddy,’ will take care of you.”

“Then next time, I want to have pumpkin congee. I don’t like preserved egg and lean pork.”

“Leave it to me.”

“The brown sugar water has to have ginger slices.”

“I’ll make sure of it.”

“I’ve tried the sanitary napkins. The 240mm ones are just right. Buy those next time.”

“Got it!”

“That’s more like it. I, the emperor, am bestowing this upon you.”

Tang Yunle proactively placed her leg in his lap.

The moment his fingertips touched the stockings, she felt the young man’s palm eagerly cover them. The force of his rubbing, neither too light nor too heavy, made her unable to hold back, and a few light hums escaped her throat.

—”I was controlled by my little head again. Qin Liang, oh, Qin Liang, how could you be so depraved? She’s your good brother from the same world, and you have a girlfriend. This kind of behavior is already considered spiritual infidelity.”

—”If this continues, won’t I become a playboy like my brother?”

—”If my parents in the original world knew about the me now, they would be very disappointed.”

He closed his diary and hugged Yanhuo in his arms even tighter, his forehead pressed against the cat’s fluffy head. He closed his eyes and silently repented.

Touching legs is a momentary pleasure, but the aftermath is a crematorium.

Just like the “sage time” that netizens joke about, after the impulse fades, only regret remains.

He knew he was a severe leg and stocking fetishist, but his behavior in class today was too much.

“Ding—” the phone vibrated slightly.

Qin Liang put down the cat and unlocked the screen.

A certain friend, who had not replied for a long time and was marked with a special concern, had sent several messages at this time.

It’s Kele, Not Leke: –Big brother, you’re going to buy a female pet. Isn’t that a good thing? Why are you apologizing to me?

It’s Kele, Not Leke: –Isn’t it just touching legs? It’s normal for a big brother to like touching legs. I understand.

It’s Kele, Not Leke: –As long as big brother is happy, Kele is happy.

His ice-blue eyes scanned the lines of text, and the young man’s furrowed brows gradually relaxed. The feelings of regret and repentance also dissipated.

His fingertips tapped lightly on the keyboard as he replied, “Thank you for understanding.”

At the same time, on the lower bunk.

Tang Yunle put down her phone. She had already taken off her black stockings. More accurately, Qin Liang had played with them too hard, and the stockings had been torn in class.

She said she could accept this strange hobby of her good brother’s.

After all, she had even worn black stockings to strengthen their relationship. How could she not tolerate this little fetish of Qin Liang’s?

Unlike Qin Liang, who had lived in an ivory tower since he was a child and had been doted on by thousands, Tang Yunle had understood some principles very early on. Some things are done with a utilitarian purpose.

After getting along for so long, she had also long since figured out Qin Liang’s character.

He was not a “good person” in the traditional sense. He would indulge in his desires, and he would also feel regret because of his sense of morality. He had his own bottom line, and he also had a little something on his mind that he couldn’t hide.

Just like this leg-touching incident, he was first controlled by his little head, then he repented afterwards. After being comforted by “Kele,” he quickly got over it.

And the reason why Tang Yunle wanted to wear black stockings for Qin Liang to play with was, on the one hand, to repay her good brother, and on the other hand…

She really, really wanted to be taken care of by someone else the next time she got sick. That person would take care of her over and over again without getting tired of it.

That feeling of being cared for, she craved it so much!

Ever since she had transmigrated to this bizarre H-anime world, she didn’t have to send money home every month, she didn’t have to worry about the trivial matters of her family, and even her tuition was paid for by the state. The heavy burden on Tang Yunle’s shoulders had completely disappeared. But along with the heavy burden, the thread called “need” had also disappeared.

A person is the sum of all social relations.

It was because of her parents that she was alive in this world. It was because the family conflicts needed her to send money to resolve that she would exclaim, “This family will fall apart without me.” It was because of all these aspects that she felt needed and thought of by others, realized her self-worth, and had that feeling of being “alive.”

But after transmigrating to this world, the sense of existence of being needed and relied on by her family had completely disappeared.

Until the high fever and the menstrual period, until her good brother teased her about wanting to see her in black stockings, until Qin Liang took care of her.

As mentioned before, if there is no response to an effort, even the most ardent passion will gradually cool down.

So she would reward Qin Liang with black stockings. It could also be understood as hooking Qin Liang, so that he would always “need” her and always take care of her.

Tang Yunle admitted that her thoughts were utilitarian.

Perhaps she thought of Qin Liang too utilitarianly. Even without the reward of black stockings, he would still take care of her.

But she didn’t dare to take the risk.

Having experienced that feeling of being loved, she didn’t want to lose it again.