Create MYGO second creation, but make them cry

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Feng Chuanxi stood there, his chest heaving violently, looking at her with a complex expression—anger, pain, struggle, and a hint of indescribable tremor.

After a long while, he suddenly smiled. The smile was somewhat wicked, somewhat playful, and somewhat obsessive, even to the point that he himself was unaware of—this was the first time he had smiled at Miku Miku.

"Woman, you've successfully caught my attention."

He leaned down and reached out to pinch her chin.

Chapter Thirteen: Blood from the Fingertips

The boy's fingertips, slightly cool, hooked her chin with a gentle yet unyielding control.

Hatsune stood frozen in place, forgetting even the stinging pain from the glass shards on her calves. All she felt was the intense heat of the gaze falling on her face. His wicked smile entwined her heartbeat like vines, making her panic and at a loss, even her breathing became cautious.

It wasn't until her cheeks were burning hot that she snapped back to reality, hurriedly turning her head away from his hand, her fingertips trembling slightly as she squatted down.

Broken glass shards were scattered on the floor, reflecting the faint light coming in from the window. Despite the pain in her feet and thighs, she carefully picked up the dusty photograph and gently wiped it clean with her sleeve.

Mizuho's gentle smile in the photo is still clear, except that there is a shallow crack on the edge of the glass.

Hatsune slowly stood up, holding the photo in both hands, and respectfully handed it to Toyokawa Yu. Her head was bowed very low, and her voice was filled with lingering fear: "I'm sorry, Mr. Toyokawa. Miss Megumi had to leave early because of an emergency at home. I was cleaning your and Miss Shoko's room today and accidentally broke the photo frame. I'm really very sorry."

Feng Chuanxi looked at her obediently bowed head, his face expressionless, his indifferent eyes making it impossible to tell whether he was still angry.

He reached out and took the photo, his fingertips brushing against the cracked edge of the frame, his movements unconsciously becoming gentle. He then turned and placed the photo into the wooden box on the bedside table, carefully closing the lid—the wooden box was carved with exquisite patterns, clearly a place where he treasured valuable items.

"Why are you calling me 'Young Master' again?" He turned around, his tone laced with sarcasm, but his eyes were sharp as he stared at her. "Weren't you just boasting that you shared the same blood as my mother?"

Hatsune's body stiffened slightly, and the suffocating fear surged into her heart again. She pursed her pale lips and kept her head down: "I'm sorry."

“You should indeed apologize.” Feng Chuanxi stepped forward, looking down at her with an icy tone, “but you shouldn’t apologize to me, you should apologize to my mother. How dare a bastard like you be compared to my mother? You have no shame.”

The sharp words pierced her heart like needles. Hatsune gently bit her lower lip, suppressing the stinging in her eyes. She sighed silently in her heart and replied obediently, "Yes, I'm sorry."

Feng Chuanxi looked at the barely suppressed grievance in her eyes. Her pale face looked pitiful, and a fleeting, complex emotion flashed in her eyes, so fast that it was impossible to catch it.

He snorted coldly and ordered in a cold voice, "Since you're here to clean up the room, hurry up and clean up the broken glass. It's an eyesore standing here."

Hatsune breathed a sigh of relief and quickly picked up the broom in the corner, carefully sweeping the broken glass into the dustpan.

In an effort to tidy up quickly, she reached out to pick up a large shard of glass from the floor. Her fingertips had barely touched the cold glass when they were cut by the sharp edge, and a sharp pain shot through her. She couldn't help but gasp slightly.

"Fool!" Toyokawa Yu mocked without any attempt to hide it, but there wasn't much malice in his tone; it was more like an unconscious rebuke.

Bright red blood seeped from his fingertips, slid down between his fingers, and dripped onto the white floor, looking particularly glaring.

Hatsune instinctively reached for her handkerchief in her pocket, but her wrist was suddenly grabbed by the boy.

She looked up in confusion, meeting his deep eyes—the anger from before was gone, replaced by an indescribable greed, like a wild beast hunting its prey in the dark.

Before she could react, Toyokawa Yu put her injured finger in her mouth.

The warm, moist sensation instantly enveloped his fingertips. His tongue gently licked the wound, causing a slight stinging pain, yet a strange sensation spread throughout his body.

He was like a vampire in a movie, greedy for blood, carefully sucking the oozing blood beads, his eyes filled with indulgent satisfaction.

Hatsune was completely terrified, frozen in place, her eyes wide open, and she even forgot to breathe.

It wasn't until Feng Chuanxi released her fingers, his warm saliva still clinging to her fingertips, that she snapped back to reality. Her cheeks instantly burned, and her heart pounded wildly, as if it would leap out of her chest.

Toyokawa Yu's eyes held a hint of hazy satisfaction, but when he met Hatsune's flustered gaze, they immediately replaced with undisguised disgust and... a touch of embarrassment.

Seeing his conflicted expression, Hatsune suddenly had a thought. She asked softly and tentatively, "Mizuho-nee... Madam, when you were injured before, did you also lick your wounds and treat them like this?"

Feng Chuanxi's eyes softened instantly, as if he were lost in a distant memory, a memory of the warmest moments he shared with his mother.

But this gentleness lasted only a second before his face turned cold, his eyes fixed sharply on Hatsune Miku, and he commanded in a low, husky voice, "Shut up."

Although his words were still harsh, Hatsune could sense that he wasn't in a bad mood and didn't seem to be deliberately making things difficult for her.

She didn't know when it started, but she was able to vaguely sense the emotions behind his tone, and was no longer simply frightened by his indifference.

Perhaps this is also a kind of arrogance, an arrogance that thinks it can understand this sensitive and eccentric boy.

A brief silence fell over the bathroom, broken only by the occasional sound of wind from outside the window. Toyokawa Yu broke the silence first, her tone returning to its usual coldness: "Clean this up, then go to the bathroom and run me some water. I want to take a bath."

"Yes." Hatsune replied respectfully, quickly tidying up the broken glass, emptying the dustpan into the trash can, and carefully wiping the bloodstains on the floor before walking into the bathroom attached to the master bedroom.

She finally breathed a long sigh of relief as she closed the bathroom door; her back was already soaked with cold sweat.

She leaned against the cold door, her heart still pounding.

What's wrong with me? When he was sucking my finger just now, I didn't feel disgusted at all. Instead, I felt a strange sense of intimacy.

Hatsune shook her head vigorously, trying to dispel the chaotic thoughts in her mind, and turned to walk to the huge bathtub. She turned on the hot water tap, and warm water slowly flowed into the bathtub, the rising steam gradually spreading and blurring the mirror.

Her gaze inadvertently swept over the shelf next to the bathtub, where she found an open box of condoms. Her cheeks instantly flushed red, and she quickly looked away, pretending not to see it. She reached out to adjust the water temperature, trying to calm herself down.

After adjusting the water temperature, she turned off the tap, walked to the bathroom door, and respectfully said, "Young Master, the water is ready."

Toyokawa Yu hummed in agreement and strode towards the bathroom. Hatsune naturally prepared to turn and leave, but her wrist was grabbed again, the boy's voice tinged with impatience: "Where do you think you're going?"

"Uh, I... I should go prepare lunch, it's almost time." Hatsune looked at him with some confusion, not understanding why he was stopping her.

"Idiot, you want me to shower alone?" Toyokawa Yu raised an eyebrow, her tone full of disdain.

"Uh..." Hatsune was stunned. Isn't it normal to take a bath alone? Does she need someone to serve her?

As if seeing through her thoughts, Feng Chuanxi sneered, her tone full of disdain: "Commoners are prone to producing fools, who don't even know how to serve others."

"Your wife, Xiangzi, is also a commoner." Hatsune thought to herself, but dared not say it aloud. She could only lower her head and let him hold her wrist.

But Feng Chuanxi seemed to be able to read her mind, and chuckled softly, her tone surprisingly gentle: "Xiao Xiang is an idiot too."

There was no disdain in those words; on the contrary, there was a hint of barely perceptible doting affection.

After saying that, he forcibly pulled Hatsune into the bathroom, reached out and unbuttoned his suit jacket, and ordered, "Help me take off my clothes. From now on, you will serve me while I take a bath; it is a maid's duty."

"Uh..." Hatsune's cheeks instantly turned bright red. Did a maid's job include this? She stood there blankly, not knowing where to put her hands and feet.

It seems that... in those wealthy mansions, personal maids are indeed responsible for these things, but she has never done it before. The thought of having to undress a strange boy herself makes her feel extremely ashamed.

"You haven't done it before, so you're trying to learn? You idiot, you can't even serve people properly?" Seeing that she didn't move, Toyokawa Yu's tone turned even colder as she urged her.

Who is born knowing how to serve others?

Hatsune retorted inwardly, feeling wronged, but dared not disobey his order. She could only tremble as she reached out, her fingertips gently pinching the hem of his suit jacket, carefully taking it off and placing it in the laundry basket beside her.

"Graceful, you idiot, are you trying to strangle me?" When she loosened her tie a little too much, Toyokawa Yu immediately scolded her, her tone full of impatience.

Hatsune bit her lip, not daring to argue, and gradually slowed down her movements, learning to slowly and methodically untie her tie and shirt buttons.

Her cotton shirt was taken off, revealing the boy's lean chest. She instinctively lowered her head, unable to look, her cheeks burning hot.

But when her fingertips accidentally touched the skin on the left side of his abdomen, her body suddenly stiffened. There was a long scar there, about the length of a palm, dark in color, with uneven edges, looking gruesome—the shape of the scar was nothing like an ordinary wound.

Noticing her pause, Toyokawa Yu glanced down at his own scar, a mocking smile playing on his lips, and said indifferently, "This is a scar from a gunshot wound."

"A gunshot wound?" Hatsune's heart clenched suddenly. She abruptly looked up, her eyes filled with shock and worry. "Why were you shot? Does Miss Xiangzi know about this?"

Feng Chuanxi's eyes instantly turned cold: "Do you think that so-called family struggles and power shifts are all about friendly negotiations and jokes around the table?"

When her father told her that Feng Chuanxi had seized power from the family through his own means, she only thought that the boy was ruthless, but she never imagined that the power struggle would be so brutal.

Is that why he is so different from the gentle and lovely boy in the photo?

“However, there’s something I haven’t told Xiangzi.” Feng Chuanxi suddenly leaned closer to her, a cold sneer on her face, her eyes filled with complex hatred.

"Wh...what is it?" Hatsune's voice trembled slightly, and she subconsciously took a step back, but he reached out and pressed her shoulder, making her unable to move.

Feng Chuanxi leaned down, her warm breath brushing against her ear, and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear: "This wound of mine, actually, was inflicted by someone hired by your father, who is also my own grandfather."

With a "boom," the words exploded in Hatsune's mind like a thunderclap, and her body instantly became incredibly cold, as if her blood had frozen.

Her eyes widened in disbelief, and she shook her head, muttering, "Impossible... My father... He wouldn't..."

Looking at her devastated state, Feng Chuanxi felt no pity, but rather a sense of vengeful satisfaction. He straightened up, his voice icy and chilling: "Now you know why I called you a slut, right?"

Chapter Fourteen: The Dark Side of the Toyokawa Family

Even though Toyokawa Yu called her a slut, this time, Hatsune didn't feel angry at all. Instead, her body trembled. She couldn't believe that her own father, Toyokawa Sadaharu, would actually lay a hand on the boy in front of her.

Isn't he his father's heir?

Perhaps guessing her thoughts, the boy's smile grew colder as he said, "Power, it's alluring, isn't it? It can even make an old man lose his mind, unwilling to let go even when he's about to die."

Upon hearing this, Hatsune collapsed to the ground. If that were true, it would explain why the boy had treated her so badly.

No… I should say he was so gentle that even after what happened, he was still willing to accept me into his family.

"Why...why would you agree to Father's request?" Hatsune was genuinely puzzled at this moment.

Feng Chuanxi's eyes were somewhat sinister as he said, "What you said is indeed correct. Although you have the old man's dirty blood flowing through your veins, half of your blood is still connected to your mother. That old man also calculated this."

Therefore, he could not allow Hatsune, who was related to his mother by blood, to be defiled by outsiders, even if it was just keeping her like a puppet in the Toyokawa family, or... killing her directly.

When Hatsune came into contact with the darkness of the Toyokawa family, she looked at the unruly boy and inexplicably felt that he was actually a good child.

Perhaps his mother's death only made the boy silent and unapproachable, but what made him this way was the power-hungry desire of his only relative, his grandfather.

Therefore, he became what he is today because he was distorted by power.

"Alright, get out." Seemingly in no mood for him to serve her, Toyokawa Yu said impatiently.

The fact that she became like this is her father's responsibility... which is also... her responsibility.

Hatsune thought to herself.

The girl stood up and said, "No, please let me help you take a bath."

Her father was dying, and she could no longer blame him. Therefore, she was the only one who could atone for this sin.

But Toyokawa Yu was a man who could easily see through people's hearts. He said with a hint of mockery, "You want to atone for the old man's sins? Now that things have come to this, can you still make amends? Get lost."

However, the girl displayed her stubbornness beneath her timidity.

She took the initiative, unbuckled the boy's belt, and then pulled his suit trousers down to his ankles.

"I'll help you take a bath."

She had never been so close to a man her age, especially seeing every inch of his skin so clearly, his masculine aura seemed to overflow.

As a result, Yu Toyokawa mocked, "The handsome SUMIMI guitarist on stage is actually a perverted woman who will take off a man's pants."

Hatsune felt very ashamed to be humiliated like this, but she didn't feel that sense of humiliation. Instead, she felt a sense of peace.

Although he cursed him like that, he didn't physically attack him or actually kick him out; he only rejected him with words.

He seems to be gentler than I imagined.

I have a strange feeling about Hatsune Miku.

Remembering how he greedily sucked on her finger when it was injured, Hatsune seemed to realize something.

Hatsune's expression grew even more resolute as she said, "No matter what you say, I won't go out. I want to help you take a bath."

The boy's lips twitched as he met her gaze. Although his eyes were cold, her gentle yet resolute look was in no way inferior, and even reminded him of…

The boy chuckled and said, "Fine, then serve me a bath and continue undressing me."

Hatsune's expression immediately stiffened, because the boy was only wearing his underwear.

Seeing the amusement in his eyes, the girl gritted her teeth and made up her mind.

Ah, she's no longer pure; she'll never be able to get married, she thought sadly.

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The next task was a bit easier. Although Hatsune had never served anyone like this before, she did it with ease, which even made the boy feel a little strange.

"Why are you so skilled?" His tone seemed subtly off.

Hatsune blinked, then said with an "uh," "My mother's health started to decline when I was in high school. I often took care of her at home, and I've gotten used to doing these things."

Hearing her explanation, the boy's expression lightened a bit, but his words were still unpleasant: "You really are the kind of person who brings trouble and chaos. Nobody gets along well around you."

Hatsune felt a slight pang in her heart upon hearing the other person's sharp tongue, and said softly, "Yes, that's what I think too."

Seeing how readily he admitted it, the boy was put in a difficult position.

"You came to Tokyo to seek refuge with the old man?" The boy immediately changed the subject.

Actually, I wanted to see Mizuho-neechan and you, her child, but I couldn't bring myself to say it. So she said, "Mom's treatment requires medication, so I came to Tokyo to try and earn more money."

Hearing his words, Toyokawa Yu was silent for a moment before saying, "So you joined the idol circle, you idiot. If it weren't for Old Deng, with your stupidity, you would have been eaten alive."

Hatsune blinked involuntarily, and after letting out an "uh," she seemed to blurt out, "Could it be that you, Young Master Toyokawa, are concerned about me?"

After she finished speaking, she immediately covered her mouth, realizing that she had said the wrong thing. Sure enough, the boy's eyes immediately turned red, and he stood up, looking like a giant oppressing her. However, after taking a deep breath, he sat back down in the bathtub.