In Room 217.
After Kafka left.
Sol felt a bit sentimental. When someone became successful, they were like a black hole—one by one, even the Stellaron Hunters were being drawn in.
Cooperating with the Stellaron Hunters was a pretty good choice.
Although, according to them, his very presence affected the future and caused their most important script to fail.
Still, if they ignored him as an individual and only observed the future through the impact of the events he caused, they could at least see a rough outline.
Besides, every member of the Stellaron Hunters was a problem child. Somehow, they all felt fairly easy to deal with.
Sol cast a glance at Silver Wolf. In her current state, she was already someone he could knead and shape however he pleased.
There was no challenge at all. Even his sense of loneliness as a top-tier expert made him too lazy to make a move. If she were mischievous like Sparkle, his desire for challenge would be much stronger.
At this moment.
Stelle looked reluctantly toward the doorway. She hadn't seen Kafka for a very long time—that was a woman who could have been her mom.
Even so, she decisively stayed behind. Beside her was Silver Wolf, who clearly needed help.
Putting on a strong front every day, who knew what kind of exploitation and bullying she endured in private.
Silver Wolf without freedom was just too pitiful. She had to be rescued!
With a sudden burst of speed, Stelle rushed to Sol's side and said firmly, "Sol, I ask you to release Silver Wolf. She's my good friend!"
"Stelle, you actually—!"
Silver Wolf stared at the girl beside her in disbelief, deeply moved.
She thought Stelle would mock her, but instead she wanted to save her?
Stelle—this friendship, I acknowledge it.
Sol snapped back to his senses, folded his arms, and looked at Stelle with interest. "Impossible. Silver Wolf lost her freedom. She's now an important piece of my private property."
"That's right, that's right." Sparkle jumped out and said solemnly, "Silver Wolf is a Stellaron Hunter—she's extremely useful. Even handing her over to the Interastral Peace Corporation could fetch several hundred billion credits."
She looked at Stelle and tempted her. "If you want to exchange for her freedom, it has to be something of equal value."
"I'm willing to use my freedom in exchange for Silver Wolf's freedom!"
Stelle looked at Sol and said enthusiastically, "Given our relationship, give me a fifty-percent discount. I'll give you half my freedom—call me anytime you need help."
"Stelle, you idiot!"
Silver Wolf didn't know what to say anymore, choking up as she spoke. "Stelle, whether this works or not, I accept the sentiment. From now on, all your game accounts—has unlimited currency!"
She too was moved. Stelle—her good friend.
Trading her own freedom for Silver Wolf's freedom—this was what a real friend did!
With a friend like this, what more could one ask for?
"You're welcome. It's what I should do."
Stelle patted Silver Wolf on the shoulder, then looked back at Sol. "Sol, given our relationship, can you give me a discount!?"
"Heh heh." Sol was amused as well, deliberately dragging out his tone. "Giving you a discount isn't impossible. But Silver Wolf is that capable—you can't replace her."
Stelle slammed the table and stood up, declaring domineeringly, "Anything Silver Wolf can do, I can do. Anything Silver Wolf can't do, I can also do."
"Omnipotent, on-call at any time—that's me, the Galactic Baseballer!"
She had already planned it out: work for Sol on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays; take commissions elsewhere on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays; and test the Simulated Universe at the Herta Space Station on Sunday.
With boundary anchors, traveling back and forth would be extremely convenient anyway.
"Good ambition. I like it!"
The corner of Sol's mouth lifted as he teased, "But Silver Wolf can be my pillow at night. Can you?"
"What? Silver Wolf, you even take on that kind of job?"
Stelle looked shocked, staring at Silver Wolf as if meeting her for the first time.
She also wanted a Silver Wolf pillow—and maybe one from Sparkle too. March 7th, Firefly, Clara… one of each.
"It was just once." Silver Wolf turned her head away, blushing as she spoke. "That time was just entering a dream together with Sol, sharing one dream pool."
Even so, the reality did exist.
"So that's how it is." Stelle understood everything and looked at Sol. "No problem. I can be your pillow too."
It was just being a pillow, right?
Pillows went both ways. Once on the bed, who was hugging whom wasn't certain yet.
She glanced at Sol's long, well-proportioned body and thought to herself quietly.
Sol squinted and smiled. "That doesn't stump you? Looks like you're really determined to save Silver Wolf."
"Of course. If there are any other requirements, say them quickly."
Stelle said impatiently.
"Silver Wolf can also kiss me."
Sol said tentatively.
"Just—"
Silver Wolf was about to protest when Stelle covered her mouth.
She had only lost one kissing right anyway—and it hadn't even been used yet.
Including one right to sleep without doing anything, one right to sing without sound effects cards…
These were all things she had lost but hadn't cashed in yet.
"I get it." Stelle nodded knowingly and looked at Silver Wolf. "It's just once too, right?"
She looked at Sol's face—two eyes and one mouth. This guy is really handsome.
Taking one kiss—she wasn't losing out!
Stelle's old face flushed red. Without any hesitation, she leaned straight in.
Sol's body was sealed by the forbidden power of the Stellaron, and for a moment he couldn't dodge at all.
Stelle cupped Sol's face, aimed carefully, and sucked in fiercely.
mua!
Two warm lips met and merged.
Sol looked into those golden eyes right in front of him, completely stunned.
This little one was inexperienced, sure—but the way she seriously tried to pry open his teeth and stick out her tongue… was she really being serious?
"!!!"
Silver Wolf was completely dumbfounded.
Huh!? Was she dreaming?
Stelle was actually holding Sol and chomping on him—is this the power of a Stellaron spirit!?
"Little gray-haired one, shame on you—stealing Lady Sparkle's boyfriend!"
Sparkle made snide remarks from the side, but her eyes were filled with delight.
Wow, there was a strange pleasure in corrupting a good kid.
A few minutes later.
Stelle released Sol's lips and stood up as if nothing had happened.
She wiped her mouth, then licked her lips with lingering satisfaction and said, "Sol, want more? I can give you a few more times."
She was extremely proud of her technique. Even though it was her first time, she was confident she outclassed 99.9% of the universe.
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