"Don't look at me like that. I was just watching the whole time—I didn't lift a finger," Sparkle said, wagging a finger at Silver Wolf in a flippant tone.
Sparkle smacked her lips teasingly. "Tsk tsk tsk. You wouldn't seriously think I was the one who made you lose, would you?"
"No way, no way. Losing because you're bad and blaming the road for being uneven—if you're bad, then practice more, little sis!"
She extended a single finger and pointed at Silver Wolf, shaking it with a deeply disappointed expression.
"Ah!"
Silver Wolf's face flushed red-hot. Someone who lost this badly couldn't stand hearing that.
If someone mocked her hacking skills, she'd just smile and casually drain their bank accounts in return.
But calling her bad at games—unforgivable!
She had finally found an excuse for her defeat, only for it to be mercilessly torn apart.
Silver Wolf lowered her visor. A virtual keyboard materialized in midair as both her hands flew across it at blinding speed.
At the summit of keys, reigning above all—where Silver Wolf stands, heaven follows!
Masked Fool, die!
Sparkle wasn't flustered at all. With a light hop, she darted behind Sol, poked her head out from his right shoulder, and whispered pitifully into his ear.
"Onii-san, look at her~"
"I came all this way for you, and I'm sooo cute too. You have to protect me properly, okay!"
She controlled her breath, letting it coil and linger by Sol's ear.
Her voice twisted and turned, brimming with playful charm.
"Tch." Sol clicked his tongue. With one hand, he dispersed Silver Wolf's virtual keyboard; with the other, he lifted the red-themed girl from behind. "Two little shorties forming a bond—quiet down, both of you. Don't be too embarrassing."
"I called you onii-san and this is what you're thinking?" Sparkle covered her face, striking a shy pose. "Y-y-y, you pervert!"
Inside, she ground her teeth.How dare he mock Lady Sparkle for being short—this is far too embarrassing!
"Hmph!"
Silver Wolf, on the other hand, calmed down a little, fully recognizing her status as a captive.
She'd lost her cool just now and almost thought she was still the free wolf.
If she didn't want to be tested, she'd better behave.
"…"
Sol shook the girl he was holding. Her slender, fair legs traced elegant arcs in the air.
Her petite frame weighed less than ninety pounds, her features delicate and lively, brimming with mischievous charm.
Barely one point four meters tall, yet with excellent leg proportions—the kind you could appreciate for a year straight.
And though she had a loli build, she was already at an age where she could be deflowered, with a rare troublemaker personality that easily stirred hormones.
So… was this little imp really here to offer herself?
If that was the case, he wouldn't hold back.
"Wait, yamero!" Sparkle made a stopping gesture and turned to Sol with a serious face. "I know my presence makes you restless, but the Aeon of Propagation has already fallen—that kind of thing is absolutely forbidden!"
"Of course, if you insist, I can conjure little tufts down below~"
As she spoke, she made a move as if to lift her skirt, about to reveal something indecent.
Damn it!
Sol wore a constipated, utterly betrayed expression, staring at Sparkle as if he'd seen a ghost.
He had long known this one was maxed out on mischief and had negative integrity.
But seeing it in person, he couldn't help but curse out loud for the first time in ages.
Absolutely insane!
Sol reached out, firmly stopping Sparkle' hand from lifting her skirt, and said seriously, "Don't act on impulse. I'm afraid if I see it, I'll kill you."
Joking aside—he was neither a priest nor into that sort of thing. He had zero interest in little boys.
Sure, he'd joked before about real men going after men, but that was just banter. If an actual guy came at him, he'd kick them straight into orbit.
"Heehee, Sparkle understands," Sparkle replied obediently, her eyes curved into crescents.
She wasn't here to fight—she was here for fun.
And so far, this was extremely fun.
"…"
Off to the side, Silver Wolf frowned deeply, her entire face twisted into a knot.
Ew, that's weird. I shouldn't look.
Ew, that's weird. Let me look again.
Though she'd learned a new anti-pervert technique, given her own sense of shame, she felt she could never pull it off.
Someone who had completely abandoned their sense of shame was truly terrifying—so much so that even Sol couldn't deal with them.
At this point, she didn't even care as much about Sparkle' earlier taunts, staring at the girl in awe.
"Shorty, say it. What do you want?" Sol put Sparkle down and asked irritably. "I don't think I've provoked you, have I?"
"Hey, hey, you just had ideas about me, and now I'm 'shorty' again?" Sparkle bounced a bit on the ground, complaining. "What's wrong with being short? Did I eat your rice!?"
She craned her neck up, glaring fiercely into Sol's eyes. "Listen carefully—I'll tell you!"
"I despise all who are tall!"
So, what if she was one point four meters tall? Lady Sparkle was still Lady Sparkle!
"…"
Sol raised his hand and flicked her forehead with heavy force.
Bam!
Sparkle' head snapped back ninety degrees, then returned to normal at lightning speed.
She clutched her forehead, which was already reddening. "Hiss~!Ha!"
It hurt—it really hurt!
She immediately invoked the power of her Path, recovering at once.
Sparkle looked at Sol with deep grievance. "How did a brute like you become an Emanator of Erudition? Is Nous blind or what?"
She had never seen such a reckless Emanator of Erudition. That robot one was boring but polite; Herta suited her tastes but was lazy.
Anyway, every Emanator of Erudition she'd met had class.
"Sorry. I have no manners," Sol said matter-of-factly, dusting off his hands.
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