Sizzle, sizzle...
A pale white, slightly yellow viscous liquid splattered from the nozzle of the triangular bottle, forming a parabola before landing on the black triangular fabric.
The mysterious black of the fabric gradually turned into an ambiguous mix of black and white. Only when the entire black garment was soaked in white and yellow did Alain finally call for a stop.
Subsequently, Millie crouched down, extended her small hand, and smeared those overly linear contours into puddle-like shapes.
"Done!"
After finishing all this, she wiped her hands on Alain's clothes with satisfaction.
"How is it? The effect." The young girl raised her hand, gesturing toward that piece of fabric on the ground which now appeared excessively ambiguous...
Millie appeared proud and self-satisfied, while Mila couldn't bear to look, turning her head to gaze out the window with a slightly flushed face.
Alain, meanwhile, connected this piece of fabric with the scenes from doujinshi in his memory...
Very good. It overlapped perfectly.
"Perfect, Good Brother! It would have been better if you hadn't wiped it on my clothes," Alain expressed his disgust.
"Heheh~"
"As expected of you; you are simply a genius in the realm of lewdness!" Alain gave a thumbs up.
"Of course! Hmm?"
"When it comes to the filthiness of one's thoughts, it seems I have always underestimated you. I am willing to bow down to the superior."
"...Hey, why does what you're saying sound so strange?"
"How could it be? I am praising you," Alain said with righteousness and strict wording.
Millie looked at him suspiciously, but seeing the frankness on the young man's face, comparable to the blazing sun... she didn't think much more of it.
"So? Do we send it to Monika now? Or wait a while for it to dry up a bit?"
"No..." Alain shook his head. "We have to strike while the iron is hot."
Putting down the mayonnaise bottle, which was now a quarter empty, he picked up his phone and took a photo of that black piece of fabric.
After verifying one last time that there were no bugs in the photo... Alain opened his email correspondence with Monika.
The two young girls came to his side, poking their heads out, watching with fear and trepidation as Alain uploaded the photo to the email...
"Eh? Aren't you going to say anything?" Millie asked in confusion, looking at the blank body text.
"No. He who speaks much errs much. Moreover, sometimes, saying nothing is more useful than saying a lot. It can better..." Alain sneered, "Explain everything."
He remembered clearly that Monika had adopted the method of a Riddler in order to tell him a bit more information within her authority.
This created a status quo that appeared to have a massive amount of information but actually said nothing.
For instance, that time Monika disguised herself as a real estate agent and suddenly popped out while he was on a date with Crazy Mita—Mina. She gave him a `monika.chr` attachment without saying a word, adding only a baffling sentence:
[Sometimes, shortcuts can also be taken.]
Later, during Version 1.0F, Alain realized that Monika meant she hoped he would go directly to the Core.
...Who could possibly interpret that?
So, sending this email to Monika this time could be considered Alain's "revenge" against her.
He looked at the send button in the bottom right corner of the screen, gave a light smile, and gently clicked it...
Beep~
After the sending sound, which carried a slight tremolo, passed, the three of them simply sat on the sofa to wait.
Alain had originally planned to wait five minutes to verify whether Monika really hadn't seen the email or not.
If so, then his efforts just now would have truly been in vain...
But who knew—
Beep~
Five seconds after he sent the email with the attached photo, his phone emitted the notification sound of receiving an email.
Alain exchanged glances with the two young girls; each could see the other's meaning.
Just as they had expected, Monika could receive the emails; she had just been ignoring them before.
Opening the inbox, sure enough... there was an extra letter from the anonymous sender.
The subject was a "1", there was no attachment, and the body was also largely blank.
Only a single [?] stood there quietly.
Generally speaking, in electronic communication, the symbol that can best express emotion, aside from the phrase "What the fck", is this "?".
Alain muttered inwardly, "It's in the bag."
Subsequently, he put down the phone, picked up the remote, and turned on the TV.
"Eh? Aren't you going to reply?" Mila asked curiously.
Seeing his leisurely appearance, Millie was also puzzled for a moment.
Wasn't he just complaining about how Monika wouldn't write back? Why now... was he suddenly not in a rush?
"It's fine, no rush." Under the gazes of the two young girls, Alain watched the rerun of "Magical Girl" on the TV screen with utter boredom.
That pink-haired Magical Girl was currently feeling anxious because the city was under attack by a hidden monster, and she couldn't find its hiding place.
The two of them watched Alain's unhurried demeanor and didn't say much more, simply watching the TV program with him.
Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock...
The second hand of the living room clock slowly rotated clockwise, changing its angle second by second, finally returning to the 12...
The second hand gently completed eight circles. A 'beep', faint as a mosquito's buzz, mingled with the Magical Girl's combat music.
The gazes of the two young girls on his left and right focused on the phone on the living room table. The screen had lit up, displaying the lock screen.
And Alain finally deigned to pick up the phone.
"Heh." Not knowing what content he saw, he let out a sneer and presented the email exchange interface with Monika to the two young girls.
The email sent by Monika no longer stopped at that single question mark. New content had been added below:
[What did you do?]
Alain's thumbs began to tap clack-clack-clack as he typed, then he pressed send...
[Thank you.]
Monika replied instantly: [???]
[What did you do?] [Wait, what did you go and do just now?] [Why didn't you reply to me for so long?]
Looking at this triple combo of questions, the two Mitas were shocked. Was this a message Monika could send out?
Although Millie had only heard bits and pieces about her, Mila was fairly familiar with her.
A mysterious smile always hung on the corners of her mouth, as if she knew everything, seemingly calm and unhurried no matter what emergency she faced.
It was precisely such a Monika, such a mysterious young girl...
Who at this moment seemed to have had her composure broken, firing off messages frantically at Alain.
Alain also began to reply: [I was busy just now.]
[Busy with what? I hope you answer directly.] Monika replied.
He thought of something interesting, and the smile of a Riddler cracked open at the corner of his mouth.
[Don't ask. asking is bad for everyone.]
[You bastard! To my...]
Mila looked at Monika's communication in astonishment. She seemed... angry?
Alain didn't care about the emotions of the young girl on the other side and sent a sentence straight from the gut,
[Don't be so heavy. Don't rush, whatever I want to do is my freedom.]
[That! Is! Clearly!! My stuff!!! You actually?! I really didn't expect you to be this kind of person! I have completely changed my opinion of you, Alain!]
Mila was certain: Monika was definitely angry. This paragraph was the longest email Monika had ever sent.
Separated by a screen, she could practically see a young girl clutching her phone and gnashing her teeth.
Alain sent: [Look, you're rushing again.]
[You!!! Remember this well, the next time I meet you, I will definitely change your character sprite into a giant bug!]
She was jumping over walls in desperation like a cornered dog.
Seeing this message, Alain finally realized things were not good. He used a skill learned from Millie—changing the subject.
He hadn't forgotten that the purpose of forcing Monika to show herself was to establish a cooperative relationship with her, thereby obtaining more relevant information from her.
With a reliable ally like Monika working right under the enemy's nose, Alain would have a few more points of winning probability when facing the mastermind behind the scenes in the future, who was suspected to be Yang Wanhua.
[Speaking of giant bugs, I happen to have something I want to discuss with you.]
[?] Monika replied quickly. The previous silence seemed like a sham.
Millie and Mila, separated by that short string of characters, could feel the helplessness in Monika's words.
Alain typed: [How about we cooperate?]
[...]
At the other end of the email, an ellipsis was sent.
Millie's mouth twitched. Just looking at the screen, she could feel the abruptness of Alain's topic shift.
Seeing that the communication from Monika had fallen into silence again, Alain frowned slightly.
[By the way, I still have something to do right now. Regarding the cooperation, how about we chat later?]
Monika replied instantly:
[Wait a moment.]
Seeing this message, Alain smiled and muttered inwardly, "All according to plan."
He continued to push his luck: [I'll give you the time of one message. If you can't move me, I'm going to get busy.]
After he sent this sentence, Monika's side stopped sending messages, falling into silence.
Millie and Mila glanced at each other, and both could realize... Monika was presumably organizing her wording on how to deal with this difficult man.
"As expected of you, Good Brother." Millie patted his shoulder. "To achieve your goals, you use unscrupulous means."
"Cut the crap. Who do you think this is for?" Alain retorted.
Beep~
The phone vibrated with the receipt of an email.
He turned on the screen. A brand new email had been sent. It contained only a few words:
[Sorry. Regarding this matter, it is truly too important. Important enough to concern my life. Therefore, I have to treat it with caution. Regardless of what you want to do to my panties, do as you please, but only on this matter, I cannot yield.]
Alain frowned slightly. Just as he wanted to continue typing, her new message was sent over.
[However, we can talk about this matter. I hope you can gain my trust.]
[After all, you once did something that I will never forget for the rest of my life.]
What the fck? What is she sending?
Alain could feel pricks like needles on his back; the ice-needle-like gazes of the two young girls beside him pierced into every one of Alain's pores.
"Don't look at me like that. You guys are crystal clear about the matters between her and me."
Millie was a little embarrassed. "Sorry, subconsciously I just..."
He coughed twice. Asking his own heart, he really hadn't done anything excessive to Monika.
Except... accidentally stripping off her panties last time.
So, it was time to get to the main topic.
Alain's fingers tapped clack-clack-clack, negotiating with her...
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