The Reverie. Platinum Guest Room 217.
"Woohoo! Ah, it's so thrilling!"
Before Sparkle even opened her eyes, she shouted it out loud.
So, exhilarating!
Show off and run—that was exciting!
Dancing on the edge of a blade like this felt unbelievably good!
At this moment, Sol was probably completely dumbfounded, right?
No matter how crafty he was, in front of Lady Sparkle, he still had to drink her bath-water!
Sparkle opened her eyes, preparing to rise from the oversized rod-like dream pool beneath her.
However, a handsome face filled her vision—and she couldn't move at all.
Sparkle's eyes went wide, her small mouth forming an O, her mind going completely blank.
Sol gently brushed a hand across Sparkle's cheek and asked kindly, "You've had enough excitement. Shouldn't it be my turn to get stimulated now?"
Look at that cute little mouth—doesn't it look just like a cup?
And those smooth, slender legs—the sensation must be excellent.
"Sol… onii-san… I was just joking."
Tears gathered at the corners of Sparkle's eyes, her voice soft and trembling.
No matter how she thought about it, she couldn't understand why, the instant she left the dream, she hadn't returned to her own room—but instead appeared right in Sol's arms.
This was even worse than before. Earlier, only her mind had been in Sol's hands. Now, both body and mind were being completely handled.
She wanted to run.
But she couldn't.
"No crying. Little Sparkle has to grow up beautifully."
Sol pressed his cheek against hers, the very image of an ultimate warm-hearted gentleman.
At this moment, Silver Wolf also woke up from the dream pool.
She stared at the heartwarming scene before her and couldn't help opening her mouth wide. "Whoa!"
This was way too interesting—Sparkle actually didn't escape?
Though she had no idea how Sol had captured Sparkle in reality, somehow nothing about this man ever seemed surprising.
Thinking of the Sparkle doll's looping broadcast in the dream, she could already imagine the red-clad girl's fate.
"Silver Wolf." Sol turned his head, smiling at the silver-haired girl. "I'm giving you the day off today. Whether you go out to play or stay here to watch the show—it's your call."
"I'm going out!"
Thinking of scenes unsuitable for a little wolf, Silver Wolf answered without hesitation.
She was curious about Sparkle's fate, sure—but if she got caught in the crossfire, that'd be bad news.
Silver Wolf took a few steps, looking back again and again, flashing Sparkle a schadenfreude-filled grin.
Bang!
The door to Platinum Guest Room 217 slammed shut. Several strands of virtual data solidified into massive locks, sealing the door tight.
At the same time, a sign appeared on the outward-facing side of the door, [Do Not Disturb. Consequences at Your Own Risk.]
Silver Wolf grinned and hopped away to find Stelle to play with.
Her Wolf of Freedom had briefly returned—though only for a single day, that was one win.
Little Sparkle, who had mocked her, was about to be taught a harsh lesson—that was the second win.
With those two wins combined, that made three victories.
Thus, Silver Wolf stood undefeated—winning so hard it hurt!
Inside the room, Sparkle looked at the tightly sealed door, then at Sol, whose smile had begun to turn distinctly unsettling.
She finally couldn't hold back anymore. Tears burst forth. "Waaah!"
She was wrong. Next time she played a prank, she really needed to be more careful and cautious.
"Crying? Crying counts as time too."
Sol reached out and untied Sparkle's sash, revealing a devilish grin.
Sparkle rolled around on Sol's lap, crying and making a fuss. "Wuwuwu…" Oh how pitiful!
...
In the blink of an eye, two days passed.
Silver Wolf and Stelle squatted outside Platinum Guest Room 217, staring curiously at the door.
Stelle looked at Silver Wolf and asked with some curiosity, "It's been two days. He still hasn't come out?"
"Maybe little Sparkle is just too wonderful."
Silver Wolf sucked on a lollipop, excitement flickering in her eyes.
She hadn't expected that what was supposed to be just one day of freedom would extend by two more days.
But compared to having extra free time, she was now far more curious about Sparkle's condition.
Two days—two full days and nights.
So, what would Lady Sparkle of Elation turn into?
She could hardly wait to open the door and take a look.
"So… what are the two of them doing inside?"
Stelle turned to Silver Wolf, her golden eyes filled with curiosity.
Were they just playing around in the dream together?
But that alone didn't seem enough to make Silver Wolf this curious.
Stelle herself had been precisely located by Silver Wolf within Penacony's dreamscape. If Sol were really in the dream, Silver Wolf could watch anytime she wanted, couldn't she?
"Well…"
Silver Wolf's gaze drifted as she said flippantly, "It involves the Aeon of Propagation, Tayzzyronth. The process is classified, so it's inconvenient to explain. Those who understand, understand. Those who don't—wouldn't get it even if I explained."
Even though Stelle was a full head taller than her, Stelle—who had lost her past memories—was still a mischievous child at heart.
Matters of life's continuation were better left unsaid to her.
"Propagation? I know that one!"
Stelle patted her chest proudly. "In Herta's Simulated Universe, I explored the Swarm Disaster. The blessings of Propagation were super useful!"
"Do you think Sol and the others are researching those blessings—like Putrefaction Ulcer or Exposed Brain Matter?"
Frankly speaking, she, the Galactic Baseballer, was a Propagation expert. She'd attached spores to monsters by the tens of billions.
"…"
Silver Wolf fell silent for a moment, then said to Stelle, "Compared to those surface-level things, their research is much closer to the essence of Propagation."
She whistled and changed the subject. "By the way, have you run into Firefly in the dream these past couple of days? How are you two getting along?"
Stelle smacked her lips regretfully—she'd actually been more interested in the Propagation topic.
But Firefly?
She thought of that pretty girl with the oval face and said, "Yeah, I ran into her. She's really nice—she treats me to cake every day. She's beautiful, kind, and super rich. That cake costs a hundred thousand credits each!"
"It tastes amazing. If you ask about our relationship… we're probably friends as sweet as that cake."
Stelle licked the corner of her mouth, as if savoring the memory.
By day, she played games with Silver Wolf. By night, she strolled and sightsaw with Firefly. Both sides made her happy—like the two wings of an angel.
Unexpectedly, the incident at The Golden Hour hadn't implicated the Astral Express at all. By past experience, she should've been wanted by now.
And that blond corporate guy with the peach-heart chest window who kept giving her credits was gone too. Aside from not being able to experience The Golden Hour, everything was perfect.
This period had been incredibly relaxing. Coming to Penacony genuinely felt like a vacation—something she'd never experienced before.
So good!
"My ten million really did the trick."
Silver Wolf smiled like a proud aunt, murmuring to herself in satisfaction.
She had played a crucial role in Firefly and Stelle's relationship. If she hadn't transferred ten million credits to Firefly, with Firefly's pitiful savings, Stelle would probably have only been able to eat one Oak Cake Roll.
But treating her to Oak Cake Rolls, treating Stelle to big cakes…
Thinking about being forced to chew through two wooden pillars' worth of food, Silver Wolf felt a stab of stomach pain.
No, Firefly would have to make it up to her later.
"What ten million?"
Stelle looked confused.
"I mean, Firefly is a multimillionaire sugar mommy. Hold onto that thigh tightly."
Silver Wolf tiptoed and patted Stelle's shoulder.
Like this, Stelle had re-established connections with them—the Stellaron Hunters.
Well, except Blade.
But Blade didn't like talking anyway, so that was fine.
At that moment, Stelle's phone vibrated. She looked at Silver Wolf and said righteously, "I'll hang out with you until here today. Next is Firefly time—I'm going to enter a dream."
"You've only got one year of memories. How are you already this scummy?"
Silver Wolf pouted, complaining.
"Hehe, please call me the Galactic Little Succubus!"
Stelle lifted her chin proudly and turned toward her own room.
Besides Firefly and Silver Wolf, she still needed to make time for little March 7th too.
Why did a day only have twenty-four hours? There just wasn't enough time!
"Tch~"
Silver Wolf withdrew her gaze from Stelle and continued staring eagerly at the room door.
She wanted to witness the gossip firsthand!
Crack!
The ether-edited lock on the door shattered.
Silver Wolf's eyes widened—she knew something big was coming.
Sol stepped out, with two Sparkles at his sides.
One larger.
One smaller.
"Hiss!"
Silver Wolf's mouth fell open in disbelief.
Already?
A little Sparkle was out already?
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