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Inside Hiroshi's room on the Herta Space Station.
Hearing Stelle's words, which sounded like a pure, unfiltered confession, Hiroshi felt as if a soft glow was emanating from her. She was truly adorable—milky and sweet, like a delicate little cake. Stelle was sitting on the edge of the bed, and Hiroshi, standing before her, subconsciously cupped her small face with both hands.
The tender touch made his heart soar. Even though her cheeks were squished, Stelle didn't struggle. She just gazed up at him with those clear, blinking golden eyes. She didn't fully understand the gesture, but she figured this was what "liking someone" felt like.
Looking at her blank, silly expression, Hiroshi felt a predatory instinct surge. He wanted to swallow her whole. Should I? She was the one who said it... "Stelle, are you willing to give yourself to me?"
Stelle tilted her head, eyes full of confusion. "Give myself to you... what does that mean? But as long as it makes you happy, I can give you anything."
Those naive words hit Hiroshi like a bucket of ice water. His pupils regained clarity, and he recoiled in shock. What am I doing? She has the understanding of a child right now! I'm a beast!
"Are you... okay?" Stelle asked, stepping toward him with concern.
"I'm... I'm fine!" Hiroshi backed up, heart pounding. The galaxy succubus is truly terrifying.
"It's good that you're fine. You still haven't told me what I need to do to give myself to you~"
Hiroshi desperately grabbed for an excuse to change the subject. "Starting today, I'm going to train you! I'll teach you how to protect yourself!"
Later, Hiroshi brought Stelle to a deserted training bay. He summoned the Blade of the God of War from his system space. He remembered how Blade and Silver Wolf had been rejected by the weapon's consciousness and wondered if Stelle was different.
"Try to pick it up," he said, planting the giant azure blade into the floor.
Stelle stepped forward and grasped the handle. Immediately, a clear, melodic ringing echoed from the steel. She lifted it with a grunt. Hiroshi's pupils contracted. Why only her and me?
He analyzed the variables. She was beautiful—check. She was simple-minded and pure—check. It seemed the Blade of the God of War was either a "face-con" or obsessed with purity.
"So... so heavy..." Stelle panted. Though the blade didn't repel her, it felt like a thousand pounds in her hands. It seemed she hadn't gained full recognition yet. Perhaps one needed both beauty and Pathstrider-level strength.
After some light sparring, a confident voice interrupted them. "Brother Moran, so you were here!"
It was Asta. She greeted Hiroshi warmly, but her eyes flickered with a hint of something else when she saw Stelle. "The water heater in my room is broken," Asta said, her face flushing crimson as she fiddled with her fingers. "Could I trouble you to fix it?"
Hiroshi caught the hidden meaning in her shy gaze. "No problem, Station Master. Stelle, head back first. Asta and I have things to... discuss."
The moment they entered Asta's private quarters, she dropped the act. She pushed Hiroshi onto her bed and straddled him, her hands pressing against his chest.
"Hehe, Ran-bao, I've been craving you for so long Now that the repairs are done, it's time to... properly devour you" Asta licked her lips, her gaze obsessive.
"The current Station Master is no match for me," Hiroshi teased.
Asta leaned down, her breath sweet against his ear. "Oh? Then show me. If you can make me beg for mercy, I'll give you a reward~"
Hiroshi held nothing back. He activated the second stage of the Gene Lock, reversed their positions, and the room became a blur of passion.
Two hours later, around noon.
Stelle, alone in her room, was rolling back and forth on the bed. Ugh... so boring... Her stomach let out a thunderous rumble. She decided to go find her "pillar of support."
After asking a few researchers, she arrived at Asta's door. She pushed it open just a crack. From inside, a melodious, gentle moan reached her ears.
Stelle's face turned so red it looked ready to bleed. She subconsciously covered her cheeks but parted her fingers to peek through the gap.
He... seems really happy... she thought, her golden eyes fixed on the scene, learning a very different kind of "lesson" than the one Hiroshi had intended to teach her.
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