"Hmm... truly delicious~"
A few hours later, Evernight gently licked the sticky residue from her fingertips with a small flick of her tongue.
Wearing a strange, flushed smile, she dispersed the red "jellyfish" surrounding them, which all seemed to have shrunk slightly.
"What a pity, these clothes are completely soaked through... I'll have to help March 7th deal with them when I get back."
As she spoke, Evernight poked Lynelle, who still seemed dazed from the earlier intense 'battle'.
"Ah, still twitching... But to think someone's body could be this sensitive... How interesting~"
"As compensation, I'll help clean you up."
Evernight snapped her fingers lightly. A large number of jellyfish scattered, swiftly cleaning up the traces of 'battle' that Lynelle had left all over the room. A small portion of them clung directly to the girl's body, beginning to clean her up.
"Oh, right, I almost forgot this..."
Watching the jellyfish working on her behalf, Evernight seemed to suddenly remember something.
She reached out and gently pressed a finger to Lynelle's chest, her fingertip emitting a soft glow.
"Looking at you now, you probably wouldn't hear a word I say. I'll just carve it directly into your memory then."
"As another March 7th, I need a distinguishing name. Previously, I likened myself to the long night behind March 7th, so for now, I'll leave the name Evernight in your memory."
"Don't you dare forget my name now~ Goodbye~"
Seeing dawn was approaching, a refreshed Evernight gave a slight bow to Lynelle, then instantly vanished from the room.
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"That's strange..."
Early the next morning, Stelle scratched her head in confusion after knocking on Lynelle's door.
"Stelle, sleep well?"
Just then, March 7th happened to come downstairs, yawning.
"Slept really heavily last night, and I think I had a strange dream too." Stelle rubbed her cheek sheepishly. "What about you, March?"
"Well, physically, I should have slept great last night. Woke up feeling refreshed this morning. But for some reason, I still feel like I didn't get enough sleep... and..." March looked puzzledly at her fingers.
"My fingers feel kinda sore and weak, like I was gaming all night, using my hands intensively."
"Oh, right, isn't Lynelle up yet?"
"Nope, probably lazing in bed again." Stelle shrugged habitually.
"That's just how she is. Sometimes she's just sleepy, sometimes she's recovering stamina, other times she's handling things from another world... I'm used to Lynelle sleeping half the day away by now."
"Must be nice. I wish I could have sleep that fulfilling." March hugged her chest and shook her head.
"That feeling of sleeping soundly, without a care, waking up naturally... must be wonderful, right?"
"No, no, no..."
Just then, Lynelle's door suddenly opened.
"Speaking from personal experience, I'd advise against wishing for that, March. You might find that when you wake up, several years could have passed!"
"Eh? Lynelle, you're awake!"
Stelle immediately hugged her from behind, burying her face in Lynelle's hair.
"Yeah, I woke up when you knocked. It just took some time to get dressed." Lynelle said, sounding a bit guilty.
After all, what she wore last night—her clothes, skirt, and white thigh-highs—were either completely soaked through with strange liquid, torn, or partially dissolved by the jellyfish tentacles... While her body, blessed with Abundance, was remarkably resilient, her clothes certainly weren't.
"I see... Huh?"
Lynelle suddenly noticed Stelle lifting her head from her shoulder.
"What's up?"
"Hmm..." Stelle looked puzzled as she plucked a strand of pink hair from Lynelle's locks. It was similar in color, but somehow felt slightly different. "This hair... feels like March's?"
For a moment, both March and Lynelle froze.
In March's memory, she had secretly visited Lynelle for a heart-to-heart last night, and they had even shared a bed briefly, so this wasn't entirely unexpected.
As for Lynelle... well, remembering last night's experiences made the girl instinctively want to clench her thighs.
"Ah, ahaha... Maybe it accidentally got on Lynelle yesterday afternoon?" March immediately tried to brush it off, patting her head.
"But yesterday... didn't Lynelle take a bath with me?" Stelle tilted her head, confused.
"Then it must have gotten on her when I went to find little March to play games last night." Lynelle nodded seriously, then deftly moved behind March, taking the girl's hand.
She grinned at Stelle. "Hehe, we had a super cool gaming party in her room. Guess who wasn't invited?"
"You two... having a party without me!"
Stelle didn't overthink it, but puffed out her cheeks. "I want compensation! When we get back to Herta Space Station, you're both buying my bubble tea!"
"No problem, we can just put it on Elder Sister's tab."
The two shared a secret, knowing glance, wiping away a subtle sweat, and exchanged a conspiratorial smile.
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"Hmm... Unfortunately." Looking at Lynelle, who had returned to the station, Herta sighed helplessly.
"You seem to be a bit early."
"Early?" Lynelle asked curiously.
"Yes. Ruan Mei was delayed due to some matters. She didn't specify what, but I suspect she probably discovered some fascinating creature. She's just like that, easily distracted like a child chasing butterflies... Anyway, she'll probably arrive a few days after you."
Herta let out a resigned sigh.
"But don't worry, Lynelle. You should still be able to see her before the Charmony Festival. She'll definitely be back by then."
"What a shame... I even brought her a gift."
"Oh?" Herta's ears perked up. "What gift?"
"A very small True Sting." Lynelle blinked. "We actually encountered a Giant one too, but I thought about it and decided not to take a sample from that one."
"Eh, why not?"
"Because..." Lynelle chuckled and leaned into Herta. "I prefer the smaller ones~"
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T/N: Reminder to add an 18+ scene if i have the time
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