Victor lay on the bed propped up on one elbow, his posture as lazy as a cat that had basked in the sun.
Yet, those slightly upturned peach blossom eyes gleamed with unconcealed provocation, staring directly at Wednesday, who stood frozen in place.
"What's wrong?"
He drew out the last syllable, his tone laced with a wicked, all-knowing playfulness.
"Not starting yet? Do you want to go wash your feet first?"
He paused, a smile curling at the corner of his mouth that was rotten to the core, and slowly added, each word like a little hook:
"Actually... I wouldn't mind the original flavor either~"
This blatant remark pierced through Wednesday's facade of composure like a sharp arrow.
"Yes, exactly."
Wednesday responded almost immediately, her voice maintaining its usual chill, but a careful listener could detect a subtle tightness.
"I need to go wash up."
Expressionless, she stood up and walked somewhat stiffly toward the bathroom. Her ramrod-straight back looked suspiciously like a retreat.
"Pfft—"
Watching Wednesday's "calm" retreat, Enid finally couldn't hold back her laughter, her azure eyes curving into crescents.
The tense atmosphere from moments ago was completely shattered by Victor's direct hit, replaced by the joy of seeing a friend get flustered.
However, before her laughter faded, she felt a scorching gaze land on her.
"Enid~ dear~"
Victor had no intention of letting this "accomplice" off the hook.
Like an agile leopard discovering a new toy, he crawled deftly across the bed on hands and knees, instantly closing the distance with Enid.
He stopped in front of Enid, propped his elbows on the mattress, rested his chin on his hands, and looked up at her.
Those eyes, usually dancing with madness or innocence, now were deep as a starry night sky, swirling with an indescribable expression that made Enid's heart inexplicably race.
"W-what? What do you want?"
Enid felt unnerved by his stare, instinctively shrinking her neck back and leaning away slightly, trying to create a safe distance.
Her cheeks began to heat up uncontrollably again.
Victor tilted his head, his smile deepening, carrying a hint of temptation, and asked softly:
"Guess... if I win, what will I do to you?"
His voice was low, like a lover's whisper, yet filled with undeniable authority.
"I won't guess!"
Enid's face flushed crimson like a ripe apple. She glared at Victor in shame and anger, her heart pounding like a drum.
"You... you bad-hearted guy!"
She resisted verbally, but her mind uncontrollably began to wander. What would Victor do if he won?
That "Tyler and Miss Siren-style" prize... Oh my god! She felt like smoke was about to billow from the top of her head!
Seeing Enid's flustered, almost self-combusting state, Victor chuckled with satisfaction and stopped pressing her.
But his eyes remained locked on her, as if saying: You can't escape.
Just then, the bathroom door clicked softly, and Wednesday emerged.
She had clearly washed her face with cold water. A few strands of black hair were damp against her pale temples, lending her a rare touch of vulnerability.
But her eyes had regained their placid calm, even deeper than before, as if she had resolved something.
She walked straight back to the bedside, her gaze calmly sweeping over the intimately positioned Victor and the blushing Enid on the bed, finally settling on Victor's face.
"Victor." Wednesday's voice was clear and calm, carrying an undeniable decisiveness. "The game continues."
Victor raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised by Wednesday's quick return and composure, but soon his easygoing smile returned.
"Oh? All washed? So we can start?"
Victor lay flat on his back on the bed, eyes closed, adopting an "at your mercy" posture, though his faintly trembling eyelashes betrayed his inner turmoil.
Wednesday stood by the bed, took a deep breath as if steeling herself.
Her slender, pale foot slowly lifted, with a barely perceptible tremor, and hovered a few centimeters above Victor's cheek.
She could clearly feel Victor's warm breath brushing against her sole, causing a feather-light, heart-fluttering tickle.
This overly intimate contact seemed to make her cold blood flow faster.
"Hesitating so much, I'm almost falling asleep."
Eyes still closed, Victor deliberately urged in a lazy tone, trying to break the suffocating, ambiguous standoff.
However, before he finished speaking—
"Hehe, buddy can't wait? Let me help you."
"Whoosh!"
A black, viscous tentacle suddenly shot out from Victor's shoulder! Like a sentient serpent, it wrapped around Wednesday's slender ankle with lightning speed!
!!?
Wednesday had no time to react. She only felt her ankle tighten, followed by an irresistible downward pull!
"Smack."
A soft yet distinct sound.
Wednesday's cool, pale right foot pressed firmly and perfectly against Victor's warm cheek.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
Wednesday froze in place, her eyes instantly widening, filled with stunned disbelief.
The warm sensation from her sole was so vivid she could even feel the texture of Victor's cheek.
A powerful electric current seemed to surge from the point of contact throughout her body, completely short-circuiting her brain.
Victor also froze.
The soft, cool touch on his face, and the faint, crisp scent lingering at his nose, seemed to send all his blood rushing to his head. His heart pounded like a drum.
"Wow..."
Beside them, Enid covered her mouth with both hands, her azure eyes wide as saucers, sparkling with a mix of shock, curiosity, and a hint of excitement, unblinkingly fixed on this historic scene.
A deathly silence lasted about three seconds.
Just as Wednesday's blank mind tried to reboot, she suddenly felt a... damp, soft, slick sensation on the sole of her foot pressed against Victor's cheek.
As if something warm had given it a quick, gentle lick.
"Ah!"
As if struck by a high-voltage current, Wednesday gasped, yanking her foot back. She even staggered half a step backward from the sudden, frantic movement.
Her pale cheeks visibly flushed crimson in an instant, spreading all the way to her ears and neck!
Shame and fury mingling, she glared at the "culprit" on the bed, her chest heaving, almost squeezing the name through gritted teeth:
"Victor—!"
Victor finally snapped out of the massive shock. He sprang upright on the bed, his face also flushed, but wearing more "innocence" and "panic."
His voice rose an octave as he hurriedly defended himself:
"It wasn't me! It was Venom! It controlled me! I had no idea!"
Then, Venom's aggrieved and indignant raspy voice exploded directly in Victor's mind, also clearly audible to everyone present:
"Bullshit! Victor Black! Did I make you lick it? It was your own hormones going wild, your brain overflowing with dirty thoughts! Now you want to pin it on me? No way! I'm not taking the blame for this!"
"I... I didn't!"
Victor's face instantly turned redder than a ripe tomato. He strained his neck trying to refute, but his eyes darted about, his confidence clearly lacking.
"Didn't?"
Venom pressed on relentlessly, its huge white eyes materializing on Victor's shoulder, glaring at its host.
"What were you just thinking? 'Wednesday's foot is so soft and cool,' 'it smells kind of nice,' 'really want to lick it'... Need me to keep going? You lust-addled bastard!"
"Shut up!"
Victor panicked completely, reaching to cover Venom's "mouth." The scene descended into chaos.
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