TN: And we're back! sorry for the week long hiatus, it was not intentional since I had to get my right leg in a cast after tripping 3 floors down a stairwell (like an idiot ://) and be unable to use my PC setup upstairs BUT I should be OK now.
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In the observation car of the Astral Express.
Big Herta sat on the sofa, legs crossed. Her black, delicate stockings perfectly clung to her slender legs, beautiful and proud.
She slightly furrowed her brow, a trace of doubt appearing on her flawless face. "Stelle, do you really think posing like this will make Sol Mercer come faster?"
"Although I am indeed unparalleled in beauty, if the pure Aeon of Beauty, Idrila sees me first, I would be the Trailblazer of Beauty, not the Emanator of the mechanical eye," Stelle replied.
Big Herta lightly stroked her face, exuding confidence. "But for someone as smart as me, beauty is just a trivial part. Sol should recognize my talent even more."
She was somewhat displeased with Stelle's reasoning for inviting Sol.
Capturing her unrivaled beauty was not enough to understand the tendencies of a genius.
"Hehe, Big Herta, trust me, Sol will definitely come!"
Stelle squatted next to Big Herta, pressing her hands repeatedly against those smooth black stockings, looking every bit the eager sycophant.
"Oh? Really?" Big Herta raised a brow, a playful glint in her eyes. "How about a bet? If Sol doesn't come because of what you just said, I'll halve your 3,200 Stellar Jades."
"And if he does come, I'll give you another 3,200 Stellar Jades."
She pinched Stelle's chin and chuckled. "Do you… dare?"
"Hiss-ha!" Stelle instinctively flicked out her soft tongue, even this hand in black-stockinged glove was tempting to lick. "Mm-mm-mm! Big Herta, I want to bet!"
But a mischievous thought arose in her mind: with hands like this, those legs must be divine!
Just contacting Sol for 3,200 Stellar Jades was already outrageous, and now it could double.
This is Big Herta?
Though her chest was like Little Herta's, her generosity with money was unmatched!
Forget calling her "Big Herta"; even being her dog and licking her feet daily would be worth it.
Oh, Big Herta… this dog is all yours!
"So confident?"
Big Herta twirled Stelle's little tongue and smiled with pleasure.
This little thing was surprisingly unique, far more entertaining than Estelle's pet dog.
Not only fun, but it could also test the simulated universe.
Unfortunately, the Astral Express wouldn't hand over this unique little thing to her—a rare imperfection in her perfect life!
"Don't worry, Big Herta, Sol will definitely come!"
Stelle massaged Big Herta's calves confidently. "He trusts my taste the most. Hmph, others might say she's a great beauty and he might not come, but if I say it, he'll definitely come!"
"Mhm, not quite like that!" Big Herta patted Stelle's head, narcissistically speaking.
"If he really comes, it only proves I am indeed unparalleled in beauty—even the Erudition Emanator can't resist me."
"Indeed, I should be the Trailblazer of Beauty."
"Yes, yes, Big Herta, you're right!" Stelle nodded repeatedly, flattering her. "Big Herta is unmatched in the world. Big Herta is brilliantly intelligent!"
She inhaled the fragrance between Herta's legs and couldn't help but feel delighted.
Fresh, elegant, with a trace of warmth—truly pleasant.
By Sol's tastes, it should be very appealing as well.
"..."
Three Little Hertas on the side said nothing, silently watching Stelle.
She had stolen their lines, saying them so sincerely and naturally.
These compliment-giving Little Hertas might be out of work soon!
…
Soon, Sol arrived in the observation car of the Astral Express.
He saw Stelle giving Big Herta a leg massage, clearly working hard yet thoroughly enjoying herself.
"Woohoo! I won!"
Seeing Sol appear suddenly, Stelle excitedly hugged Big Herta's leg. "Big Herta, our business is done. What about the Astral you promised?"
"Here, take it."
Big Herta was unbothered, casually tossing a pile of sparkling little stones onto the table in front of them, forming a small mound.
"I see."
Sol immediately understood. No wonder Stelle was willing to be a dog—this amount of Stellar Jades was beyond Pom-Pom's control.
No, no, with Stelle's personality, she could even give Stellar Jades to Big Herta just for a leg massage.
This is called… reverse tipping!
"Sol, you're here. Sit here!"
Stelle packed up the Stellar Jades and patted the seat beside her.
According to the half-life freedom she had handed over to Sol, she should have been calling him master and had gotten used to it for some time.
But now, she felt a little embarrassed to do so.
She had just said she wanted to be Big Herta's dog—now calling Sol "master" felt strange.
They say a loyal star serves no two masters; she couldn't reveal this publicly!
"You're Sol Mercer, huh? Truly a man of taste!"
Big Herta looked at Sol appreciatively. "Being attracted by my beauty, I recognize your discernment as a genius."
The young man in front of her matched what she saw in the news—handsome enough, at least.
In terms of beauty, he could barely compete with her.
Of course, she was the champion, but being second under her beauty was enough to make him proud.
That's a genius—exceptional in every way!
Of course, even if Sol were ugly, she wouldn't look down on him; no one is as flawless as she is.
"..."
Sol spread his hands and smiled helplessly. "Seems my identity as a top-tier connoisseur can't stay hidden."
"Miss Herta, pleased to meet you—a genius with both beauty and talent."
He was craving Herta, utterly thirsty!
The beautiful simulated universe, the perfectly curved Herta Space Station, and that cute little pink wallet!
Sol swore he had never seen such a stunning Scepter System.
Her own appearance was outstanding too, except a bit flat.
Her leg lines were excellent, except a bit flat.
Her slender waist was perfect, except a bit flat.
Unaware of Sol's inner thoughts, Big Herta was impressed by his words. "Rare, someone doesn't call me the 83rd seat of the Genius Society."
"That's just the most insignificant label I carry."
Many admired her for the Genius Society title.
But she disliked this notion, as if the title alone made her powerful.
She had far greater, more dazzling achievements—her true pride. She even set up plaques in Herta Space Station detailing her life to emphasize this.
Unfortunately, officials still started talking about the Genius Society first.
She became a member because she was a genius, not because the society made her one.
Thus, she was delighted with Sol Mercer, who paid attention to her essence and was also a genius!
Sol twitched his lips, wearing a lonely, snowy expression. "Yes, the Emanator of Erudition is just another label I carry."
"Sadly, the world misunderstands me too deeply to see the brilliance hidden beneath."
Aura farming… who doesn't want to aura farm!
In this battle, he wouldn't lose!
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