tokyo creator

Chapter 126 Day0-42 hours and 50 minutes ago
Two 10 minutes later.

Hui Yuan was sitting on the computer chair, leaning forward, raising his head slightly, opening his mouth, and his heartbeat was fast.

Not only because Zhe Lukui was standing in front of him, bent very close to him, gently holding his face with one hand with a serious expression.

But more importantly, it was because—her other hand was inserting two fingers into his mouth and holding the base of his tongue.

"Relax your tongue, and then make the sound, 'a'——" Zhe Lukui said.

This is not abuse or torture, but just a way of vocal training - pressing the tongue to eliminate airflow interference during vocalization.

However, as for why Orukui used her fingers directly instead of using something else such as a pen or a tongue depressor - Haiyuan refused to think about it for the time being.

So at this moment, he did relax his tongue, but while smelling the fragrance coming from her hands, his mind was filled with desire.

- Want to suck hard.

——I want to gently scratch her elastic skin with the tip of my canine teeth. It will not bleed, but will only leave my own white teeth marks on her delicate skin.

——Or, at least roll your tongue and quickly lick the entire U-shaped side of her second fingertip.

Perhaps, she will suddenly jump away like a frightened animal...

No, it won't.

Huiyuan tried his best to eliminate the interference of all kinds of thoughts, and honestly only did what Zhe Lukui asked him to do - used his power to adjust the vibration frequency of his vocal cords, and easily uttered a pure female voice: "a——"

Zhe Lukui looked dissatisfied and withdrew her hand.

Hui Yuanchu felt a sudden coldness in his mouth, and almost couldn't control his urge to chase after him without thinking.

But then, he saw Orulu Kuei biting her finger as if out of habit - the one that had just been pressed on his tongue while she was deep in thought.

"It's still not quite right." Zhe Lukui bit her fingers and muttered to herself while listening to the "template" being played in a loop on her mobile phone on the table nearby, "Maybe, use a little more pharyngeal resonance. , would it be better to have less head voice?"

Hui Yuan stared at her lips and fingers, his heart beating loudly.

And suddenly, Orokui turned around, grabbed Haiyuan's face again, put her fingers into his mouth arrogantly, and gave instructions at the same time: "Increase the air flow in the head cavity by 5%."

……

Twenty minutes ago, Hui Yuan accepted Zhe Lukui's plan.The first request Zorokui made was that he first adjust his voice to a female voice.

It is not difficult to achieve by using power, but Ori Lukui's actual request is even higher: she took out a female voice of unknown origin as a template, and asked Haiyuan to produce the exact same timbre.

After Hui Yuan tried it for the first time, he found that it was more difficult than imagined.Because he encountered a seemingly insurmountable difficulty at the beginning: for normal people, the voice he heard was actually distorted and different from what others heard.

Moreover, even if he could accurately hear his own voice using electronic equipment, how would he know how to adjust it to get closer to the target sound, except for a lot of trying?

The method of folding dew sunflower is simple and crude.

The first is tongue depressing, so that the sound can be corrected in the most realistic and restored state.

Then, use a very mechanical indication method - "+5%", "-2%", "thoracic airflow branch", "cephalic airflow branch" to inform Hui Yuan of the original adjustment direction.

Nothing artistic, just establishing a coordinate axis to mark changes in sound under different conditions... but it works.

After countless adjustments, Zulu Kui finally achieved satisfactory results.

"Remember this voice. Can you do it?"

"No problem." This time, Hai Yuanchu said without any hindrance using the female voice adjusted by Oro Lukui.

Zhe Lukui nodded.

"Then the next step is appearance." She said, turned around, picked up a thin folder from the desk, and handed it to Hui Yuanchu, "Adjust your facial muscles to be as close to this face as possible. You don't need me for this. We're here to help, you can do it by looking in the mirror." Hui Yuanchu opened the folder and saw a strange photo on the first page.

There is no background in the photo, or the background is just a white wall.Although the girl in the foreground of the photo has a clearly recognizable appearance, her expression is dull.Rather than saying that this is a real photo of a person, it has a CG-like sense of unreality.

Hui Yuanchu carefully observed the girl's appearance and found that the skeletal outline of her face was not much different from his own.

Therefore, it only took him a moment to complete the adjustment of his facial muscles and looked up at the mirror.

At this moment, the girl in the mirror seemed to be the girl in the photo - just the short-haired version.

After thinking for a while, Hui Yuanchu turned his new face to Zhe Lukui, and said with the voice she adjusted for him just now: "Is this voice also hers?"

"Ah."

"Who is this person you want me to 'become'?"

Zhe Lukui replied: "There is no such person."

"……What's the meaning?"

"Turn the page back." Zhe Lukui pointed to the folder in his hand.

So Hui Yuan turned back and saw another photo of another completely different girl.

This photo looks like it was taken in real life.In an outdoor scene similar to a school, the blond mixed-race girl as the protagonist is wearing a holy uniform, surrounded by many other female students.

No longer asking Orukui, he continued to turn the pages, and sure enough he saw the information of the No. 2 girl.

"...Ijuin Ayano. A holy first-year student, the eldest lady of the Ijuin Foundation." He read out the contents of the document in a low voice.

"So?" Then Haiyuan looked up at Oruru Aoi in confusion, and was even more confused about the relationship between Ijuin Ayano and the girl on the first page.

Zhe Lukui smiled: "As I just said - the face on the first page, which is the face you are pretending to be now, and the voice, do not belong to a real person, but to a real person. fabricated.

"They are derived from chaotic calculations based on big data by the divination core...

"——The calculation criterion is that Ijuin Ayano is the type that is the most irresistible."

"So... with your current appearance and voice, you can easily win the favor of Ayano Ijuin. Using emotional manipulation techniques, you can make her crazy about you, obey your words, and not resist no matter what strange requests you make. , it’s not impossible.”

Oroku Aoi finally said lightly.

"..." Haiyuan was silent for a moment, and finally couldn't help but said: "Is this Ijuin Ayano your enemy?"

What Oroku Aoi wants to do is quite obvious.

It's a classical beauty trap, but not entirely, or not so classical...

Perhaps the most accurate way to describe it is as a beauty trap that is 'personalized, completely handmade, and uniquely matched'.

Stealing a fantasy that matches his or her XP 100% from the depths of someone's heart, then manifesting this image that could never exist in reality, and giving it a living life. To use this image to backstab the original owner...

Zhe Lukui was looking at Hui Yuanchu repeatedly, and in the end, she couldn't find anything wrong with that face and voice.

So she nodded with satisfaction and made a high-pitched hum that represented approval: "Yes~~ Not bad, she is an impeccable beauty."

"I'm not the kind of person who obstructs official business just for personal vendetta." Then, she accepted Hui Yuanchu's words.

Neither admitting nor denying, he just said as if nothing happened: "It's just that Ijuin Ayano is really the best to deal with... so that's just by the way."

Hui Yuanchu warned himself silently in his heart - Miss Zhe is indeed very vindictive.

(End of this chapter)