Create MYGO second creation, but make them cry

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However, when they arrived in the living room, Mana's blood pressure spiked again. Toyokawa Yu was lying on the sofa like a king, while Hatsune was squatting on the floor, helping him take off his shoes.

Mana finally couldn't take it anymore and said, "Hatsune Miku's hands are for playing the guitar, for making fans happy with the sound of the guitar, not for being your maid and taking off your shoes!"

Hearing this, the boy looked at Mana with a strange expression and said, "Playing guitar, how much is it worth? How many Rolls-Royce Phantoms could you buy? I have one parked outside."

Mana choked for a moment, almost forgetting that this twisted guy was the heir to the Toyokawa family.

"The joy that Hatsune Miku has brought to everyone is incomparable to money!" Mana clenched her fists tightly.

Seeing Hatsune Miku suffering is just... just too heartbreaking.

Moreover, a bitter taste lingered on my tongue.

However, the next moment, Banami gently kicked Hatsune's shoulder, causing her to fall to the ground and look at the boy with a blank expression.

"Auntie, tell me, did you serve me willingly? Did anyone force you?" A slightly wicked smile appeared on the boy's lips.

Ah, this is it, this is exactly what I wanted.

He hadn't dared to use the word "evil charm" when he was writing, but today he finally used it ruthlessly, Banami thought excitedly.

At this moment, Hatsune Miku, after being kicked by Hanami, sat on the ground, deeply immersed in the mindset of a tragic heroine from a melodramatic romance novel.

She forced a smile at Mana and said, "Mana-chan, no one forced me. I volunteered to take care of Yu-kun in place of Mizuho-neechan."

Even so, a perfectly measured look of melancholy appeared on her face.

Otherwise, how could her tragic background be shown?

Mana choked for a moment, then sat down on the low stool opposite the sofa, pouting slightly. She knew it wasn't Hatsune's fault; Hatsune was just too gentle and kind, unable to refuse her sister's child.

It was this boy who, relying on his family background and status, morally blackmailed Hatsune Miku.

In particular, when she saw Hatsune help the boy take off his boots and then carefully sit down next to him, only to be casually put her arm around him, Mana became even more certain of her judgment.

She immediately retorted, "Yuu Toyokawa, what you're doing is wrong. Hatsune Miku isn't your toy, nor is she a tool to replace your mother. She's a living, breathing person. Your relationship is too twisted. I..."

But Banai looked down at the idol with an air of superiority and said, "Actually, you like Hatsune Miku, right?"

"Huh?!" Mana was dumbfounded. What was this guy talking about?

However, Banami put her arm around Hatsune's waist, her fingers wandering restlessly over her body, and then said to her in a mocking tone, "I'm not talking about that boring feeling of friendship. You like Hatsune, right? It's the opposite sex... no, the same sex kind of liking."

With a "buzz," Mana's entire face turned red, and she suddenly felt a little flustered.

Mana quickly looked at Hatsune Miku and found that she had a very surprised expression.

Banami covered her face with her hands and let out a wild laugh: "Hahaha... Just as I thought, or is it that even you, Junta-san, didn't realize this?"

That half-true, half-false affection, now exposed by this despicable mama's boy CEO, actually made Mana's heart pound wildly.

But the next moment, Banami's hand pulled Hatsune's head tightly onto her thigh, as if declaring, "But, no."

Hatsune Miku is mine; her hair, eyes, lips, every inch of her skin, and even her soul are mine.

"Beauty belongs only to the strong. In terms of looks, you can't compare to me. Forget about it."

Having heard so many villains' lines delivered in one breath, Yanagi felt a surge of satisfaction.

Could it be that he's well-suited to be a villain?

At this moment, Hatsune Miku, who should have felt very wronged for being treated like an appendage, had a dazed look in her eyes.

Ah, he's so cute.

Chapter Eight: Auntie Literature, but written primarily by Hatsune Miku.

The midday sun streamed through the dormitory window into the kitchen, casting a warm glow on the countertop. The aroma of pasta mingled with the sweet and sour taste of tomato sauce filled the air.

But this warm and cozy atmosphere was shattered by the turbulent emotions in Mana Junda's heart. Today was undoubtedly a terrible day for her, but she still had to eat, since it was already noon.

In the past, she most enjoyed the time she spent busy in the kitchen with Hatsune Miku. The two of them would chop vegetables and cook noodles side by side, occasionally exchanging a glance or smiling as she handed over seasonings. That small, peaceful feeling made her feel incredibly comfortable.

But now, thinking back, Mana's heart suddenly started pounding wildly, and her cheeks flushed—so this was the "love" that the despicable Yuu Toyokawa had been talking about?

She actually liked Hatsune Miku a long time ago?

This realization struck her like a thunderbolt, bringing joy along with an indescribable pain.

Just when she realized her own feelings, Hatsune Miku had already been forcibly taken by that bastard boy, and the two were still maintaining that twisted relationship.

Mana couldn't help but look up, her gaze passing over the kitchen doorway and glaring at the boy in the living room. Bana saw him lounging on the sofa, legs crossed, looking as lazy as a grandpa, one hand on the armrest, the other stuffing snacks into his mouth, his eyes glued to the TV screen. He showed no intention of helping out, clearly used to being waited on by Hatsune Miku and already accustomed to it.

That disgusting male chauvinism!

Mana cursed the villainous Banami in her heart, her grip on the spatula tightening, as if she wanted to vent her anger on the spatula as if it were the boy.

"Um, MANA-chan, the tomatoes are almost burnt." Hatsune's gentle voice rang out at the right time, pulling her back to reality.

"Ah, oh oh oh..." Mana suddenly snapped back to reality and quickly added water to the pot, even splashing a few drops of hot water onto the back of her hand, but she was completely unaware.

Turning her head to look at Hatsune Miku beside her, the girl was intently stirring the sauce in the pot, her eyes lowered, her expression so gentle that it seemed she wanted to pour all her feelings into the dish, showing no trace of the gloom that came from being "abused".

Mana's doubts and resentment grew stronger, and she couldn't help but speak up, her tone tinged with a hint of anger as she questioned, "Hatsune-chan, you...you were treated so roughly by him, why are you still so considerate of him? If it were me, I would definitely...I would definitely replace the salt in the dish with sugar and give him a good beating!"

As she spoke, she deliberately raised her chin, as if to say, "I mean what I say."

"Uh..." Hatsune was momentarily at a loss for words when she heard this, unsure how to comment on Mana's mischievous thoughts.

She composed herself, then adopted her gentle and restrained demeanor, and said softly, "Actually... Xi Jun isn't usually this rough. Today he's probably just... jealous."

Mana pouted slightly, feeling even more uncomfortable looking at Hatsune's completely protective attitude towards Hanami. Hatsune didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with the boy's rudeness at all, and even made excuses for him, which made Mana feel both sorry for him and angry.

"And... and Yu-kun is the first person to take the initiative to tell me 'I need me'." Hatsune said, her eyes slightly unfocused, her tone carrying a few indescribable emotions. Even she herself couldn't tell whether she was acting or suppressing her true feelings.

"I...I need Hatsune Miku too!" Mana blurted out instinctively, her voice tinged with urgency and grievance, her eyes filled with genuine emotion. She desperately wanted to tell Hatsune Miku that she needed her and cherished her more than that jerk boy.

Hatsune simply smiled gently, shook her head, and said in a soft but undeniably firm tone, "That's different."

A simple sentence, yet it was like a fine needle, piercing Mana's heart and causing a slight sting.

She shook her head vigorously, her eyes hardening, her tone stubborn: "No, Hatsune-chan, this is wrong! You and him are in that kind of relationship, and he already has Ms. Shoko. He doesn't love you at all; he just sees you as a substitute for his mother!"

She took a deep breath and continued, her tone filled with urgent persuasion: "He's taking advantage of your softness and lack of love to make you unable to leave him. This is Stockholm syndrome, not true love!"

After saying this, Mana seemed to have made up her mind. Her eyes were sharp and her tone was resolute: "I can't allow him to treat you like this anymore! If he doesn't agree to break up with you, I will make this public and ruin his reputation so that he can no longer do whatever he wants because of the Toyokawa family!"

"Eh? But...but Mana-chan, this won't do!" Hatsune panicked and quickly grabbed her hand, her voice full of anxiety. "The Toyokawa family is very fierce. If this gets out, they won't let you off the hook. Don't be impulsive!"

She was genuinely panicked—she had only wanted to cover up a lie to save face, but if Mana actually made this fabricated "Japanese version of thunderstorm" public, things would completely go wrong.

But Mana seemed to have been ignited with fighting spirit. She broke free from her hand, raised her head, and her eyes were as firm as a warrior going to the battlefield. Her tone was strong and powerful: "Then let the storm rage even more fiercely! For you, Hatsune-chan, I—am—not—afraid!" Her fearless appearance was exactly like that of an internationalist warrior who held fast to his beliefs.

Hmm, I don't think that's necessary, Hatsune thought to herself.

***

In the living room, Hatsune grabbed Banami's arm, sweating profusely, and said rapidly, "Yu-kun, Yu-kun, this is terrible! Mana-chan threatened to publish the story we made up to threaten you. I told her the Toyokawa family would target her, and she said she wasn't afraid. What should we do now?"

Banami continued munching on her snacks, smacking her lips, her eyes casually scanning the TV, showing no sign of urgency, as if Hatsune Miku was talking about something trivial.

"Xi-kun, say something!" Hatsune was even more anxious, shaking his arm hard, her eyes full of panic.

Banami finally swallowed the snack in her mouth slowly, and casually said "Oh," her tone as light as if she were saying that the weather was nice today: "Then just tell her the truth, it's not a big deal."

Hearing his nonchalant tone, Hatsune was instantly dumbfounded, staring at him blankly, unable to react for a long time: "You... weren't you going to play the villain? You were so enthusiastic just now."

"I'm done dressing up, I'm tired of playing around." Banami shrugged, looking indifferent. "It doesn't matter if I tell Junta Mana now. Anyway, she's been to so many fan creations, she's practically one of us, she has the right to know the truth."

But when Hatsune heard these words, her face instantly stiffened. If Mana-chan knew that she had been lying to her from beginning to end, wouldn't her perfect, gentle, and pure image in Mana's heart completely collapse?

"No, Yu-kun, you absolutely can't tell Mana-chan right now!" Hatsune hurriedly retorted, her tone full of resistance.

Now Hatsune Miku is stuck in a rut again, unable to see things clearly.

If I tell Mana, her image will be ruined; if I don't tell Mana, she'll make a big fuss about it.

Lies are like a snowball; once you start, you need to keep piling up more lies to cover them up. But now, she has no way out and can only grit her teeth and keep going.

Just as Hatsune was pacing around in a panic, a sudden inspiration struck her, and her eyes lit up instantly: "I...I have a solution!"

Banami blinked, looking at her with a puzzled expression: "What method?"

"I want Mana-chan to be deeply moved by our love!" Hatsune said firmly, a strange light flashing in her eyes.

Banami's lips twitched: "What love story? A love story between a mama's boy CEO and his idol aunt?"

"Yes!" Hatsune nodded vigorously, her eyes full of certainty. "As long as she is moved by our love, she won't think about making it public anymore!"

Just as Banami was about to refuse—"I also have the dignity of a writer; I can't write this kind of melodramatic romance novel story."

Before he could finish speaking, Hatsune Miku suddenly grabbed his shoulder, her eyes firm and her tone authoritative: "This time, I'll be the lead writer!"

Countless melodramatic plots about aunt literature instantly flashed through Hatsune Miku's mind—the restrained love, forbidden entanglements, and heartfelt confessions—making her tremble with excitement, almost to the point of having an internal orgasm.

Chapter Nine: The First Fantasy

The black Maybach sped through the torrential rain, its tires splashing water as they churned up the puddles.

The rain blurred the street scene outside the window, leaving only a somber gray in the world, and the air inside the car was so stagnant that it was suffocating.

Miku Miku was huddled in the passenger seat, her simple cotton dress clashing starkly with the expensive luxury car.

She was a member of SUMIMI, a moderately famous idol in Tokyo. But this glamorous identity in the eyes of others was nothing more than a lowly entertainer to the Toyokawa family, the powerful backers of the entertainment industry.

The applause and cheers under the spotlight were all illusory. She knew clearly that her glamour was fragile and vulnerable in the face of real power.

Hatsune gently turned her head, her gaze falling on the old man beside her.

Toyokawa Sadaharu's hair was already as white as snow, sticking to his wrinkled forehead. His face was dotted with dark spots, like mold on dead wood. He exuded an aura of decay, as if he would wither away completely at any moment.

“Um… Mr. Toyokawa…” she began tentatively, her voice barely audible, carrying an undisguised unease and anxiety.

“When no one else is around, you can call me Father.” Toyokawa Sadaharu slowly opened his eyes, his cloudy eyes devoid of any light, his voice hoarse as if it had been sanded, every word conveying extreme exhaustion and despondency.

Upon hearing the word "father," Hatsune's heart clenched, and a lump formed in her throat.

Not long ago, her biological father, whom she had never met, finally agreed to acknowledge her. However, this belated affection came with the cruel reality that "he will soon pass away."

She pursed her dry lips, her fingertips gripping the hem of her skirt tightly, and asked softly, "Father...Father, is there anything I should be careful about when I go to the Toyokawa family?"

Toyokawa Sadaharu remained silent for a long time; the only sound inside the car was the dull, monotonous patter of raindrops against the windows.

After a long while, he slowly spoke, his tone as indifferent as if he were discussing something unrelated to himself: "I'm dying..."

These five words pierced Hatsune Miku's heart like needles, freezing her in place.

“If you want to survive in the Toyokawa family, you have to get along well with Yu.” Toyokawa Sadaharu’s gaze drifted to the rain outside the window, his eyes vacant. “He is the child of your half-sister Mizuho. Now, he is the true head of the Toyokawa family.”

He paused, coughed twice, his voice growing weaker: "The identity of an idol isn't secure; you could become someone else's plaything at any time. When I first learned you were in Tokyo, I wanted to slowly arrange for you to get to know him, to gradually let you be accepted by him—after all, your situation is too awkward..."

Hatsune lowered her head even further, her long blonde hair obscuring her face and concealing the embarrassment and inferiority in her eyes. She was the child of her father and a maid, an illegitimate daughter who could not be brought into the light of day.

Moreover, her father had married into the Toyokawa family, and she had no legal connection to this large family. However, the shackles of blood ties bound her tightly to the head of the Toyokawa family—she was his aunt, a position destined to be awkward.

“But fate is unkind. I never expected my illness to progress so quickly.” A hint of helplessness finally crept into Toyokawa Sadaharu’s voice. “I have no choice but to take you back with me. After I die, only he can properly protect you in this world.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly coughed violently, curled up into a ball, clutched his chest tightly with both hands, and his face turned deathly pale.

Hatsune quickly leaned over and gently patted his back, her movements clumsy but filled with genuine concern.

But the next second, the old man suddenly grabbed her wrist with astonishing force. A complex light flashed in his cloudy eyes, a warning, a request, and an indescribable fear.

“That child… Yu, he is the real Toyokawa.” Toyokawa Sadaharu’s voice trembled. “He was even able to take all the power of the Toyokawa family from me. He is a very capable… villain. But that is why I hope that you can take shelter under his wing after my death.”

Hatsune lowered her head, feeling the cold temperature of the old man's wrist. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she held them back.

She silently vowed in her heart that she would fulfill her father's last wish and survive well in this unfamiliar and cold Toyokawa family.

***

The Maybach slowly came to a stop in front of the Toyokawa family mansion. The black rain had finally stopped, but the sky was still shrouded in thick, dark clouds, showing no sign of clearing up, like a gloomy cloud hanging over people's hearts, impossible to shake off.

The ancient and magnificent mansion stood before me, its green tiles and white walls exuding an aura of majesty and indifference under the gloomy sky, like a lurking beast waiting to devour all the warmth of any intruder.

Hatsune carefully helped Toyokawa Sadaharu out of the car. The old man's body was frighteningly light, and he had almost no strength to support himself. The butler quickly stepped forward and helped the old man into a wheelchair, his movements respectful yet distant.

"Alright, you can go in now." Toyokawa Sadaharu looked in the direction of the mansion, his eyes filled with a hint of loneliness and evasion. "I don't live here anymore, and Yuta doesn't want to see me either."

Since ancient times, kings have never met; this has been the rule of the Toyokawa family.

Hatsune's heart sank. She had already heard some rumors from other people's gossip—that the head of the Toyokawa family had personally seized power from his own grandfather, banished him to the small mansion next door, and used the most direct way to declare to the entire upper class who the true master of the Toyokawa family was.

This is also the root cause of Toyokawa Sadaharu's rapidly deteriorating condition.

Watching the butler push her father's wheelchair away into the distance, Hatsune stood there, like a fledgling bird driven from its nest, utterly alone and helpless. A cold wind brushed against her cheek, carrying the damp chill of the rain, making her shiver involuntarily.

She took a deep breath, clenched her fists, and walked step by step toward the gate of the mansion, each step feeling as heavy as stepping on a knife's edge.