I Will Never Submit to Miss Grim Reaper - Chapter 158

Chapter 158: Legendary Spinning and Jumping Barbecue Party

 

Possibly because today is not a holiday, there aren’t many tourists in Central Park. I don’t know since when, but in Shenzhen, parks with the model of “free admission, paid entertainment projects” have been increasing, feeling similar to the popular trend of “free games” in recent years.

 

Vaguely remembering that twenty years ago, most games were paid, usually as one-time purchases or with prepaid cards. Later, a person who advertised alcohol on TV every day with the slogan “No gifts this holiday season” visited those prepaid card-based game companies and discovered that the in-game wealth of the wealthy, who spent millions in the game, was the same as the money ordinary people paid to the game company.

 

The wealthy spent millions in the game, but the game company only received less than ten yuan in prepaid card money from them each day. This was very unreasonable. So, that day, the person poached the development department of that company, went back, and created a “free-to-play, but with paid items” game, which became a huge success and entered the list of rich people.

 

As a result, free games began to dominate the entire gaming market, and game planners shifted their focus to “how to force players to spend money” rather than “how to make the game better to attract more players to purchase.”

 

Shenzhen’s parks followed suit. Over a decade ago, most parks here had entrance fees. You could spend thirty yuan to buy a ticket and play in the park all day, wandering through the woods and enjoying the scenery. Facilities like bathrooms were free, and the things sold inside were not expensive.

 

Contrastingly, now the admission is free, but using the bathroom costs one yuan, and a bottle of water, which is sold outside for two yuan, is sold for five yuan inside. There are designated personnel watching over the garden and woods, and you have to pay to enter. Overall, it is much more expensive than it was years ago.

 

If I remember correctly, back when I was a college student, I once organized an event with people from the club here in Central Park. We had a barbecue, and the admission was 20 yuan per person. There was no venue fee, and you could even bring your own barbecue grill and charcoal or buy them from the park’s store. As long as you lit the fire in the designated area, it was completely fine.

 

As time flies, so many years have passed, Central Park has become free, but playing inside has become more expensive.

 

Ordinary people who come here for a barbecue cannot bring their own tools and food. They must purchase their small stools, small chairs, barbecue grills, and charcoal. The food must also be bought inside and cannot be brought in or taken out. The venue fee alone starts at one hundred yuan, making the overall expenses quite high.

 

However, I heard that the service here has improved a lot, with online reviews being mostly positive. This is also why I chose to come to Central Park for a barbecue at noon.

 

“Rent a slightly more secluded spot.”

 

According to my memory of coming here once during my university days, I led Yin Xiamo along the main road of Central Park, and then, following the signs, found the barbecue area from my memory.

 

Compared to the simplicity of my university days, the service hall of the barbecue area here seemed to have been demolished and rebuilt at some point. The once dilapidated small building now turned into a large one painted in bright red with intricate patterns, and the entrance could be seen from quite a distance.

 

“Are you two together?”

 

The receptionist in the hall, a young lady dressed in a neat uniform with the words “Central BBQ, 23-year-old shop” printed on it, wore a personal ID badge on her chest, giving her a very professional appearance.

 

“We have many available spaces now. You can take a look and choose where you’d like, or you can scan the QR code to place an order.”

 

The young lady smiled and gestured to the map on the table and the QR code beside it for me and Yin Xiamo.

 

“Here is the main road, and this is the restroom. If you want a more secluded location, I recommend choosing here.”

 

While introducing a few points on the menu map, the young lady curiously looked at me and Yin Xiamo, saying, “You… may I ask if you are sisters?”

 

“No, we’re a couple.”

 

Yin Xiamo smoothly embraced me, “She’s my wife!”

 

“Really…”

 

It seemed that the young lady didn’t show any strange expression due to Yin Xiamo’s “frankness.” Instead, she asked with even more curiosity, “So… who’s the T, and who’s the P?”

 

Huh?

 

It took me quite a while to understand the meaning behind the young lady’s words. T and P are terms commonly used in the real-world yuri community, and those unfamiliar with this circle might not be aware of them.

 

In simple terms, T refers to the one in a yuri relationship who is more “dominant” or possesses “masculine qualities,” equivalent to the English term “Tomboy.” Most T individuals have short hair and exhibit a more carefree and handsome demeanor. They often take the lead in daily interactions and decision-making, conveying a sense of “I am the master of this household.”

 

On the other hand, P refers to the one in a yuri relationship who pairs with the T, abbreviated from “Prettygirl.” Translated literally, it means “delicate girl.” Typically, P individuals have long hair, a softer and cuter personality, and are considered attractive. They tend to follow the lead of the T and may play the role of the “receiver” or “pet” at home – of course, during intimate moments, the P is the one being held down.

 

To put it bluntly, these are terms originating from outside influences.

 

Many people believe that genuine yuri couples are typically composed of a T and a P because this combination is more easily recognized outwardly. Some T individuals in yuri relationships, especially those with smaller busts, may opt to cut their hair into a short, boyish style and wear masculine clothing. This way, when they go out with their partners, the couple appears as one man and one woman from an external perspective, avoiding criticism from passersby and allowing them to be affectionate freely.

 

However, in reality, not all girls enjoy dressing as boys, and not every girl in a relationship necessarily takes on the role of a T or P. In most cases, two people meet and fall in love due to a “fateful” connection. Perhaps both girls typically have long hair and softer personalities, but when in love, it’s not reasonable to expect one of them to take on a masculine appearance.

 

Under these circumstances, there’s a middle-ground personality in yuri known as “H,” which stands for androgynous or “hybrid.” Individuals with an “H” personality in yuri relationships often cannot clearly define whether they are T or P, or they simply prefer not to categorize themselves. This reflects the current situation in most yuri relationships – it doesn’t matter if you’re T, P, or H; I just like her and want to be with her. I like whatever clothes and hairstyle she chooses, and when we go out, we enjoy wearing dresses and holding hands together.

 

I learned about these concepts after becoming an author. As an author, I frequently encounter various odd questions from readers or encounter memes in the comments and bullet screens that I don’t understand. In order to understand these readers who support me, I make an effort to research and learn about their questions and memes whenever I have time. Over time, I’ve accumulated a wealth of knowledge about peculiar topics.

 

The distinctions among the T, P, and H types in yuri relationships are generally understood only by individuals with special professions like authors or those already familiar with this community. The barbecue park attendant before us, not being an author, yet displaying a profound understanding of these concepts, immediately asking who is the T and who is the P upon hearing Yin Xiamo’s “she’s my wife” declaration, suggests only one possibility…

 

This young lady probably has a girlfriend.

 

I said, “Of course, I’m the T!”

 

After a brief hesitation, I pulled Yin Xiamo, who was beside me, over and patted her head, “I’m the one in charge at home.”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

Yin Xiamo, who came from another world, clearly did not understand the waitress’s words, “What? Do you two know each other? Are you playing charades?”

 

“No, no, dear, don’t take it to heart.”

 

I took the menu, briefly glanced at the map on it, and chose a location far away from the addresses marked with crosses indicating people, “Let’s go here.”

 

Back in university, our club had once suffered because we chose a central location.

 

The barbecue shops in Central Park belong to a semi-public space, with points close to each other. Some company bosses are stingy; they buy one space for a dozen or so people, and everyone squeezes together, creating a lot of smoke, making it impossible to see anything around.

 

What made us most uncomfortable at the time was that those people saw us as students and kept coming over to “borrow” things. At first, they borrowed a few pieces of charcoal, then as they grilled, they ran out of bamboo skewers and borrowed a large bunch from us, and finally, they even directly “borrowed” our food.

 

“Kids, are you still in college? If you can help, just help. Once you enter the workforce, you’ll understand. Networking is the most important.”

“Hehe, now we can consider ourselves acquainted. If you guys have the capability in the future, you can join us as colleagues.”

“Little ones, help Uncle grill a chicken wing. Uncle needs to go to the restroom.”

“As for me, Uncle here loves chicken feet the most. Come on, buddy, let’s see how well you grill them!”

 

At that time, we had just graduated from high school, recently becoming adults. We were unfamiliar with the world of adults but eager to integrate into it as soon as possible. In our incredibly naive and easily deceived age, those people from unknown companies managed to trick us. Every one of us felt delighted, thinking that we had made “adult” friends before even entering the workforce. We lent them chairs, provided bamboo skewers, and helped with the barbecue. By the end of the day, we even felt like we had earned something. However, as we returned to the dormitory, the more we thought about it, the more it didn’t feel right.

 

Anyway, today was my and Yin Xiamo’s “date,” and I didn’t want to be bothered by those kind of trashy individuals. Regardless of anything else, choosing a location away from the crowd was always the right decision. Even if we didn’t encounter those trashy people, grilling in a secluded spot meant that the smoke from others’ barbecues wouldn’t bother us—unless it was someone who loved socializing and wanted to join the crowd to smoke, drink, and chat together.

 

“Oh?”

I don’t know if the waitress in front of us paid attention, but seeing me trying to assert myself, she turned to Yin Xiamo, “For two people, I recommend getting this double combo. We have a special this week for only 58 yuan, and it includes everything. There’s plenty of ingredients, so you just need to order what you want to eat.”

 

“Hey!”

 

I expressed my dissatisfaction, “Why did you ask her and not me?”

 

“But she looks older than you?”

 

The waitress had a matter-of-fact tone, “So, which one of you is paying today?”

 

Yin Xiamo raised her hand, “I’ll pay.”

 

“So, little sister, why don’t you go to that area first and move the stuff over?”

 

The waitress turned to Yin Xiamo: “If there are no issues, I’ll go ahead and order this double combo for you.”

 

Yin Xiamo, who seemed unfamiliar with this kind of place, nodded: “Okay.”

 

“Do you want to drink?”

 

“I don’t drink.”

 

Damn, what’s with this waitress? I clearly said I’m in charge, and even though Xiamo doesn’t know anything, you’re asking her.

 

I won’t come here again next time.

I silently walked to the side to lick a cotton candy.

 

“Your little girlfriend seems unhappy.”

 

As I walked out of the service hall, I heard the voice of the waitress from behind, “By the way, for families with a consumption of over 100 yuan and accompanying children, we can also give some snacks. How about you take a look…”

 

Children?!

 

“Then I’ll take this lollipop.”

 

Under my gaze, Yin Xiamo took a flat, round lollipop with a mosquito repellent ring pattern from the waitress’s hand and asked, “Do you have combo meals for barbecue dishes?”

 

“Yes, we do. The combo meals for two are here, with options for pure meat, meat and vegetable combinations, seafood, pure vegetarian, and other combos. You can freely mix and match all combos and individual items…”

 

“…”

 

Not long after, I, who had reserved a spot in the barbecue hall’s back mountain, saw several staff members carrying various tools and food approaching with Yin Xiamo.

 

“This is the ordering QR code. If you need anything or want to add more items, just scan the code to order directly. Your location is in A3, as indicated under this stool.”

 

After arranging our things, the staff members turned and left.

 

“Nuo’er?”

 

Yin Xiamo noticed me on the side who had just finished eating cotton candy, “What’s wrong?”

 

“Nothing!”

 

I took the bag containing charcoal in frustration, then used tongs to grab some and put it into the basin. At the same time, I observed what Yin Xiamo had ordered. “What did you buy?”

 

Speaking of which, does being short really mean having no say? Why do I feel like I’m being manipulated?

 

My height standard is 139 centimeters. Currently, wearing these heeled shoes, my height is estimated to be around 143 centimeters, but compared to Yin Xiamo, I still seem a bit short.

 

Yin Xiamo has the standard height of a teenage girl, while I have the standard height of an elementary school student. When we stand together, it gives people the feeling as if… a high school girl is taking her little sister, who is still in elementary school, out to play.

 

No wonder the waitress just now directly treated Yin Xiamo as the “head of the family.” If it were me, seeing this combination, I would probably subconsciously think that Yin Xiamo has more authority to speak.

 

With a 20-centimeter difference between 140 centimeters and 160 centimeters, this height gap might be considered the “cutest height difference” for boys and girls. However, if it’s two girls, others might only think we’re sisters at first glance, despite us wearing matching couple outfits.

 

“Both are your favorites.”

 

Yin Xiamo took out a large bag, “Here you go.”

 

My favorites?

I was momentarily puzzled.

What do I love to eat?

 

Thinking about it, I went through my usual food choices from university to entering the workforce. I couldn’t pinpoint my “most favorite food.”

 

If I had to choose, in situations where I’m pressed for time, I might prefer snacks like “Crispy Shark,” but that’s only because they taste good and provide a quick energy boost.

 

Crispy Shark itself is high in sugar and fat, and it includes chocolate, providing a quick energy boost and revitalizing effect. It’s suitable as a “snack” for those who don’t have time for breakfast in the morning. However, there are many similar foods, like Snickers, but Snickers is too expensive, and I can’t afford it.

 

As for “most favorite food” and such, my feelings towards this aspect have faded since I entered college and joined the workforce.

 

When I was very young, I disliked cilantro. I would pick it out if it was in my food. Later, in high school, chefs stopped adding cilantro to rice, but then I encountered “celery,” and at that time, I began to dislike celery and rejected anything with garlic and ginger.

 

After graduating from college and entering the workforce, I gradually learned various health-related knowledge. For example, cilantro can treat certain illnesses, and celery is the most fiber-rich among all vegetables. During a period of digestive issues, the doctor suggested eating some celery. Additionally, when I go out to buy groceries, I need to buy seasonings like ginger and garlic, and that costs money. Making food and not eating it would be a waste.

 

Poverty cured my pickiness.

 

Now, as a girl, I don’t know if it’s intentional on Yin Xiamo’s part, but I’ve started to develop an interest in sweets. I really like the small cakes served in café, as well as things like planet-shaped cups. However… you can’t bring a planet-shaped cup to a barbecue, right?

 

With a puzzled heart, I opened the bag handed to me by Yin Xiamo.

 

Corn, beef, tofu skin, chicken wings…

 

These ingredients have obviously been prepared quite well, all skewered and individually packaged. They look quite fresh, and it feels like they can be placed on the grill and brushed with oil as soon as the fire is lit.

 

“I’ve seen the photos you took last time you were here, and I remembered the barbecue leftovers in front of you. The most common items were these.” In front of my gaze, Yin Xiamo explained, “Back then, your university club seemed to have bought other things like eggplant and leeks. According to the photos, Nuo’er, it seems like you didn’t eat a single skewer of vegetables. The vegetables were just corn and broccoli, and the meats were beef and chicken wings.”

 

Huh? I was a bit dumbfounded. “What photos?”

 

“You have a lot of photos on your computer. A long time ago, when the university club came here for activities, Nuo’er, you took many selfies and saved them on your computer. I…” Yin Xiamo seemed a bit embarrassed.

 

“I observed the photos, Nuo’er, where you sat, the bamboo skewers on the ground, and what was being grilled over the fire – all of them were these.”

 

“And even after you graduated and worked as a barbecue apprentice, when you took some photos of dinner at night, there were corn and tofu skin, as well as chicken wings.”

 

As she spoke, the girl in front of me tentatively approached. “Did I get it right?”

 

“You…” I was somewhat touched. “You actually paid such close attention to my photos on my computer?”

 

“Yeah, I’ve seen all the photos of Nuo’er,” Yin Xiamo said with some pride.

 

“Of course, back then, you were still an uncle, not pleasing to the eye.”

 

So, just because I wasn’t “pleasing to the eye,” you turned me into a little loli?! No, wait, that’s not the main issue now. Why can Yin Xiamo observe me with such patience?

 

“Don’t look at me like that,” she said, perhaps feeling my intense gaze. Yin Xiamo turned her head away.

 

“It’s nothing difficult. I just remembered a few photos. Before I came to this world to study forbidden magic, I spent almost three hundred years memorizing the tens of thousands of magic combinations mentioned in that book. After researching for nearly a thousand years, I finally understood the principles of all the magic and eventually touched upon the divine realm.”

 

I remained silent for a while. “So, Xiao Mo, have you… have you completely figured me out?”

 

“Not really,” Yin Xiamo replied, looking a bit mischievous.

 

“After all, the current Nuo’er is a cute little girl. Some habits and thoughts are definitely different from the old man. The human body is magical, many things are controlled by genes. At least, Nuo’er has become quite capricious after turning into a girl. You haven’t completely figured it out yet.”

 

“Then tell me,” I said after a moment of contemplation. “What’s my favorite color?”

 

“Blue.”

 

The girl in front of me almost blurted out, “A pure blue, similar to the sky, not dark blue or light blue.”

 

“My favorite music?”

 

“Based on the playback data on your browser, the most played songs are ‘YouSeeBIGGIRL’ from ‘Attack on Titan,’ ‘She Is My Sin’ by Nightwish, and ‘Day Of Your Beliefs’ by Amorphis. These three songs have an annual playback count on your computer exceeding a thousand times. However, that’s probably not the reason Nuo’er likes them. Nuo’er seems to be particularly tired after work every day and has to do part-time writing. She hopes to listen to some energetic music to refresh herself, so she keeps repeating these songs.”

 

Yin Xiamo had a serious expression. “Nuo’er’s favorite music should be ‘Starry Eyes’ or ‘The Most Missed Season’ by Zhang Hanyun.”

 

Um…

 

Yin Xiamo’s analysis left me dumbfounded. She actually knows it all! I instantly felt like I was standing naked in front of this girl, embarrassingly exposed.

 

How… how do I fight back?

 

Once again, I felt the enormous gap between myself and Yin Xiamo.

 

My understanding of the “Miss Grim Reaper” is currently limited to various strange dreams that are easily forgotten upon waking up in the morning. Many details are scattered, making it impossible to piece together a complete story. What remains is the communication with her over the past few days.

 

Like the questions I just asked her, apart from vaguely knowing that Xiamo may like barbecue, I don’t know her favorite color, her preferred music, and even less about her specific interests and hobbies. She knows me inside out, but I know very little about her. What’s the point of resisting?

 

Even my current body was created by Xiamo—

On the bed, she knows all my sensitive points, and underneath, she knows various features of my body, ready to exploit them at any time.

 

The information gap is too severe!

 

“And then there’s Nuo’er’s fetish. Her real interest is…”

 

“Stop!”

 

Seeing that Xiamo was about to continue, I quickly made a “stop” gesture and went to the shelf beside us to light the fire. “Let’s… let’s eat barbecue first.”

 

“Hmm?”

 

A certain grim reaper leaned over. “Feeling shy?”

 

“Ah… um…”

 

Even though I haven’t lit the fire yet, I can already feel my face heating up.

 

“If Nuo’er feels shy, can I talk about myself?” Xiamo helped take out the charcoal.

 

“After coming to this world, I followed along to read many manga and novels, almost exploring the interests of all humans. I spent over a year studying the cultures, and I roughly scanned the classifications of the few software on Nuo’er’s phone and computer before.”

 

“Huh?” I was dumbfounded. “Why did you research those things?”

 

“I just wanted to see which aspects of my interests align better here. Also, the art techniques in this world are really amazing, much better than the abstract paintings and ink drawings in the other world. There are a bunch of manga and anime to watch too.”

 

Xiamo thought for a moment. “Let me put it this way. My interest is cute, cat-like girls.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“With soft legs and beautifully shaped thighs. They can wear knee-high socks or thigh-high stockings, either white or black, both are fine. I believe one of the greatest inventions in this world is knee-high socks—super cute.”

 

“Huh huh?”

 

“Then the girl’s feet should be small, allowing her to wear various cute little shoes. Soft personality, round-toe shoes, flat shoes, anything like that is okay. I can easily hold her ankles gently, lift her up, and open.”

 

“Huh huh huh?”

 

“Finally, this little cat should have long hair. When I gaze directly at her, she’ll shyly turn her little head to the side, and her long hair will scatter like flower petals on the ground. When pushed down, she’ll symbolically resist a few times, and her legs will squirm helplessly, eventually reluctantly yielding to the feeling of the girl…”

 

“If this little girl in her past life was some great hero or a formidable brave, used to a strong masculine image, suddenly becoming a little girl would feel particularly awkward. She would daily shout, ‘I’m a grown man, I will never submit to you!’ with a soft voice. However, due to lacking any experience with girls, she blushes easily, complementing the described body perfectly.”

 

“You…”

 

Under the direct and intense gaze of Yin Xiamo, I turned my face away. “If you have something to say, just say it. Why keep staring at me?”

 

“Oh, it’s nothing, nothing. Hehe…”

 

The girl crouched down and shifted her gaze to the smoky charcoal. “Need any help?”

 

“Can’t you just use fire magic to light it up?” As I said this, I seemed to realize something. “Forget it, I’ll handle it. You go and arrange the things we need to grill. Let’s start with barbecue.”

 

“Huh? I can do it.” Yin Xiamo looked nonchalant. “Fireball spell is the simplest magic.”

 

“Weren’t you tired a moment ago, probably from harvesting those people’s lives?”

 

I asked curiously, “Isn’t it an issue?”

 

“Nuo’er, I think you might have misunderstood something.”

 

The girl said earnestly, “The commotion just now couldn’t possibly affect the mental state of a grim reaper like me. Those were ordinary people. Even if there were a hundred or a thousand more, harvesting their lives wouldn’t consume much magical power.”

 

“Then, you…”

 

I instantly felt something was off. “When you said you were tired…”

 

“I just wanted to take a rest on Nuo’er’s thigh.”

 

Yin Xiamo revealed her pointed fangs, and her face displayed the signature devilish smile. “After such an intense activity just now, Nuo’er smells super good.”

 

“Eek!” I instinctively covered my skirt. “When did you become so perverted?”

 

“Just kidding! I really just wanted a brief rest. It has nothing to do with magical power loss.”

 

Yin Xiamo surveyed the small grove. “In my current state, not only can I start a fire, but I could blow up ten parks like this without catching my breath.”

 

“Yes, yes, I know you’re amazing, my princess.”

 

I tossed the bag of corn and bamboo skewers over. “I’ll grill later, and you’ll learn by watching.”

 

Seeing her approach, I quickly sat on another stool, pushing her away.

 

“Also, when we eat later, just enjoy the food. Don’t do anything strange!”

 

“Especially, don’t go looking for any catnip!”

 

“……”

 

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