The happy life of the Doctor and Amiya

I was stuffed with a ticket for relatives and friends who were sold for hundreds of thousands of dragon gate coins, located in the first row in front of the stage, the best location.

The seat is so soft that it almost sucks the whole person in, the high-end texture is as smooth and delicate as silk, and it seems to have the aroma of flowers when you smell it carefully, and the LCD screen next to it shows a massage function, and even automatically adjusts the temperature of the seat according to the environment. The audience next to him included a burly uncle, a young boy, and a plump woman, all of whom were wearing exaggerated support uniforms and headbands with cheering words written on their heads, all staring at the corner of the stage with anticipation, and clenching the glow sticks in their hands excitedly. Most of these guys were actually aristocratic celebrities, and the men next to me had gold watches studded with diamonds on their wrists, the priceless necklaces around the neck of the girl on the right oblique, and the restless black-clad security guards staring at me not far away—all telling me that I was sitting with a bunch of outrageous big guys.

"That's... Mayor, I'm sorry to disturb you, but tomorrow's meeting is on the agenda..."A man in black in a hat looked nervously next to a fat man who was shouting support, as if he wanted to say something.

"Go away—I don't see it, it's going to start right away. He snapped his fingers, and the guy disappeared from my eyes like a flash—a flash, because he came over normally, and I just blinked when he walked and he disappeared from my view like a computer cutout.

The lights of the scene suddenly dimmed, and the surrounding audience also tacitly fell into silence, and within a few seconds, the two sides of the stage erupted dozens of meters of firelight, in the screams and cheers like a tide, the scene was gradually shrouded in smoke, a small booth was hung by a rope from the sky, and the moving song drifted into the ears of every audience.

The booth fell, and the girl came out of the white gift box like a gift from heaven.

She walked and danced on the stage energetically, her brisk steps like a fluttering butterfly flying freely among the flowers, she waved her hand to the audience on the left, and then sent a flying kiss to the right, each of which caused a wave of exclamation. The glow sticks waved in the air and made a whirring sound, and many people in the special seats left their seats and rushed to the front of the stage, just to get closer to the girl.

But I still sensed something was wrong.

Every day in the dining hall of Rhode Island, there is a habit of showing TV programs, and her performance seems flawless, but I still notice a trace of anxiety and uneasiness that she tries to hide when I spend time with her, not to mention that her face is slightly red, and fine beads of sweat oozed from her forehead, which is still a little different from the calm appearance on TV before.

She suddenly looked at me, and her sweet smile froze for a moment, but only for a moment, and there were a few heart-to-heart movements in her dance, and the child was obviously wincing at me, and the range of movements was getting bigger and bigger, and I could feel some jealous eyes from the fans around me, but I probably knew what she wanted me to do.

Then let me help you.

Without hesitation, I pressed the controller in my hand.

It's as if nothing happened....

Wrong.

Her range of movements has become significantly smaller, and she seems to be still a little stiff, obviously jumping around on the field with her big open and closed just now, but now she can only move on the stage slightly, and her slender legs bend inward intentionally or unintentionally. A pretty face was flushed, her long eyelashes wrinkled uneasily, the tears in the corners of her eyes glowed white in the spotlight, and the panting area in the song increased significantly, as if she was trying to restrain something.

A few fans around also seemed to sense that something was wrong, and they stopped dancing feverishly and looked at the girl on stage with some concern.

This guy, sure enough... I'm still very anxious, after all, it's such a big show.

I hurriedly pushed the gear up step by step.

Her movements became more and more unformed, and in the end she didn't even dare to move, she could only twitch slightly in place, and the originally arranged dance was not even half completed, and now everyone could see her discomfort, but she still stood on the stage, bent over, and grabbed the microphone tightly in her hands with both hands, desperately not letting the song go out of tune.

I stared at the controller in my hand with some exasperation, and the sinister face of Khrohir came to mind—I had to find a reason to hang her on the bridge when I got back.

The breeze gently blew the girl's skirt, and the white thighs were revealed under the eager gaze of everyone, and under the spotlight, something seemed to glow white on the inner side of the thighs...

I squinted my eyes to try to see, and then I noticed that her skirt had been completely wet at some point, and the soft lower abdomen and thighs, as well as the hollow part in the middle, were flesh-colored.

A chill ran down my spine, and as the show was coming to an end, I realized something might be going to happen, so I quickly turned the controller on the highest setting.

She sang exactly to the last line.

“...... I just want to be your-ah~~"

The girl knelt on the stage, the transparent liquid flowed down the hem of the skirt, and in the next moment, with the sound of a somewhat harsh wail, the lights went out, and the audience fell into a noise, I was still sitting in the front row, staring blankly in the direction of the stage, and even thinking about how to write the suicide note. Suddenly, I felt someone pick me up suddenly, and all that was left in my ears was the sound of the whirring wind, and the scenery around me quickly receded, and I was thrown to the back of the stage, in front of the empty lounge.

I cautiously pushed the door open.

Sora threw herself out of it, tugging at my collar so hard that she couldn't even stand on her feet, looking at me with tearful eyes.

"Why-"

Before I could finish my sentence, I suddenly felt something wet on my hand, and I looked down to see that it was the plastic capsule I gave her before the show, it was covered in mucus, and it seemed to smell fishy.

"Full... Satisfied?"

she lifted her face, her cheeks flushed, her rosy eyes looking a little distracted, her legs unnaturally together, and her whole body leaned against me twitching slightly.

"What... What the hell are you

—" I reached out to touch her forehead, but she panicked away

"Don't, don't touch me!!" she shuddered back, her unbalanced petite body crashing directly into the dresser behind her, "At least for now—no." "

I called you here just to put this... To you, sorry... I, I really—" She stammered, fiddling with her fingers and staring at the ground, never daring to look me in the eye.

A pair of men in black suddenly rushed in.

"Miss Kong has a show next, I'm sorry..."I

was carried out again, again with the same wind, and almost the next moment, I was thrown back into place.

The uncle next to him let out an ugly scream, probably because he didn't expect the person who had just suddenly disappeared to suddenly appear again.

The performance continued, and everything was normal when Miss Kong appeared again, whether it was the smart dance steps or the passionate singing, which made people linger, and in the cheers of the audience, the performance finally ended successfully.

Afterwards, the accident was explained by Sora as an intentional improvisation, and the fans didn't seem to have any big problems because of their understanding and the wonderful performance as always...

As soon as I got back to the island, Amiya rushed to my office with the professionals, who seemed to have finally figured out how to crack it, and with a single slash, the chains were broken.

It's an ordinary afternoon.

"Empty, I looked at it later, this capsule is normal... Why did it have that effect on you..."

Every time I asked this question, she rushed out of the office with a red face, and I still didn't get an answer.