Domestic Mammon

Miyamoto Sakura sat on the comfortable sofa at home, looking up at the ceiling sadly.

As a woman, time, oh no, age is very important. ——And today is her 19th birthday.That is to say, in a short time she will step into the ranks of older young women, and become a character who will be called aunt by children when she walks on the road.

This kind of thing is scary just thinking about it.What's even more frightening is that it will become real soon, Hun Dan!

The more she thought about it, the more worried Yingji girl couldn't help pinching and popping a tomato. In an instant, the light red liquid covered her hands.The girl Yingji calmly threw the rotten tomatoes into the trash can beside her without any mistakes, and then took a paper towel to wipe her hands.

"Ding dong—" the doorbell rang in due time.

Sakuraki Miyamoto stood up, stretched her waist, and then walked to the door and opened it.

"Ah, Sakura, are you at home?" Standing outside the door, Masa Aoki with a ponytail tilted her head, showing her surprise at the behavior of Sakuraki girl staying at home at the moment, "I thought you went out Woolen cloth."

Please don't say with a blank face that you are actually surprised, okay?Also, knowing that I may not be at home, why do you still come? =mouth=

Miyamoto Sakura silently turned her face away, for some reason, she always wanted to complain when facing Aoki girl, it was unscientific.

"You have something to do with me?"

"It's not a big deal..." Girl Aoki blinked, then passed the beautifully wrapped box in her hand, "Today is your birthday, I have prepared a gift for you."

"What's inside?" Miyamoto Sakuraki took the box and shook it, but didn't seem to hear any strange noises.

This year's gift seemed to be the most normal over the years, but the more it was like this, the more uneasy she was.Inside the box, there shouldn't be anything good, right?

Suspicious eyes stared at Sister Aoki's face, trying to find traces of her guilty conscience.

"This...you'll know it when you see it." Faced with Sakuraki's suspicious eyes, Aoki girl took a step back calmly and said, "Then I'll go first."

"Let's go." Miyamoto Sakura waved impatiently, and closed the door neatly.

Maybe, she's just suspicious?

Thinking of this, Sakuraki Miyamoto tore open the outermost package, and then, a card fell out and landed lightly on the floor.

Miyamoto Sakura bent down and picked it up, only to see that there were only a few short lines on it.

"To dear Sakura:

Today is your 19th birthday, so happy birthday to you.

Secondly, your gift is carefully prepared for you, don't thank me too much. ^_^

As for what it is, you will know when you see it.

Sincerely, lovely Xiaoya

PS: Remember to be moderate, otherwise it will be bad for your health. "

So, there is really something weird inside the box.

Miyamoto Sakura was silent for two seconds, and opened the gift box with an expression of death... Inside was a smaller box with a big smiling face drawn on it.

Nima is playing with me!

The slender fingers tightly pinched the side of the gift box, and the owner of the hand was taking deep breaths.The girl felt that she was a little irritable, if Aoki girl was still standing in front of her now, she felt that she couldn't help but smear her face with a box.

Is the purpose of giving gifts this year just to punish her?

The girl Yingji looked at the box in her hand, not sure if she wanted to take it down again.

At this moment, the girl's cell phone rang cheerfully.

Sakuraki Miyamoto glanced at the mobile phone that she had thrown on the sofa, and then looked at the caller ID on the screen. After thinking for a second, she picked it up decisively and pressed the answer button.

"Hey……"

"Sakura, have you opened the gift I gave you?"

"..." Isn't he actually teasing her?

"No."

"Ara, Sakura, don't you expect it at all? It's definitely a surprise~"

Are you sure your gift has the desire to look forward to?

Miyamoto Sakura suppressed the desire to complain about the other party, silently cut off the call, and then threw the phone casually.

Now that it's all taken apart, let's take it all apart...

Sakuraki Miyamoto, who has never felt so patient, finally saw what Masa Aoki called a surprise birthday gift—a box of Durex after unpacking five packaging boxes in a row.Nima is also a limited edition worldwide.

Is this the surprise you said?Green Wood Ya!

Miyamoto Sakura was messed up in the wind.Does she look really horny?

At this moment, even she herself began to question it.

Even though he was thinking this way, Miyamoto Sakuraki still didn't stop, and continued to take apart the boxed Durex...

Ni, Nima, this is unscientific!

Looking at the 10cm doll poured out of Durex's box, Sakuraki Miyamoto's brain was spinning rapidly.

Is this the latest image ambassador of Durex?The item in her hand is actually a random anthropomorphic figure?But this feeling doesn’t seem right, I’ve never seen a figure that can still have warmth...

The Sakuraki girl held the 10cm figurine between her index finger and thumb and held it up to her eyes, then gently pinched it.It's small and soft, as if it will die if you push it hard.The girl felt that she was not dark enough to attack such a small creature, so her movements were very gentle... Well, that was for her.

Perhaps feeling the pain, the little figurine groaned slightly, twisted its body, and struggled uneasily.

Damn, this world is so magical!

Sakuraki Miyamoto covered her face, mourning silently for this crumbling world.

"Chisei?"

Speak, speak, or pure and fluent Italian.

"Sorry, I don't understand." Miyamoto Sakura replied solemnly in Japanese with a straight face.As for why Japanese is used instead of English, you must know that the girl never scored 40 points in her English middle school. ╮(╯▽╰)╭

"...Is this Japan?" The figurine fell silent for a moment, then asked in Japanese.

"Is there a Japan with a beautiful two-dimensional world in this world?"

It is very powerless to talk to a woman who only has two-dimensional in her mind, so the figure gentleman decisively changed the topic.

"……Who are you?"

"Miyamoto Sakura, female, 19 years old..." Like memorizing a multiplication table, Sakura introduced her identity information quickly and fluently.

By the time she came to her senses, the figurine had already broken free from her grasp and jumped onto the table next to her.

"Then, Mr. Figurine." Miyamoto Sakura put his hands on both sides of the table, lowered his body, and asked, "Now, can you tell me who you are?"