The materials Ruan Mei requested were not rare. Before long, Ms. Herta's puppet arrived with everything, enough for Ruan Mei to make several portions.
As for her tissue samples, it was actually just extracting some DNA.
As fellow geniuses, Ms. Herta knew Ruan Mei wanted to use gene editing to achieve her requirements.
Hmm, no side effects, and a permanent solution.
Ten minutes later, Ruan Mei removed her gloves and handed a test tube with a deep-colored reagent to Ms. Herta.
"A total of 75mL, drinking it all will reach the public standard E-cup, 25mL is C, 50mL is D, hmm... intermediate values are also supported," Ruan Mei explained softly.
"The effect depends on how much you drink; the increase in size is linear, and it doesn't take long to take effect, just 10 seconds."
Ms. Herta didn't hesitate; she took it and tilted her head back to drink half.
Soon, she felt an unusual sensation in her body, and her top visibly bulged.
"Hmm..." The sudden tightness made Ms. Herta furrow her brows.
An increase in volume inevitably brought a simultaneous increase in weight. This heavy, unfamiliar sensation made her feel somewhat unaccustomed.
"If you don't want to be too tired, I suggest staying about the same as me," Ruan Mei offered a timely reminder, then patiently asked, "Is there anything else? If not, I need to start research on my new topic."
"Nothing else. Remember to come to my office at 15:00 system time sharp to upgrade the simulated universe." Ms. Herta put away the remaining reagent and left, satisfied.
In the vast Seclusion Zone, Ruan Mei was soon left alone.
She did not immediately immerse herself in research as she had said, but instead swept her fingers in front of her, pulling up a memory.
[Teacher... you can't... you have to take responsibility for this...]
[Haven't I already taken responsibility for you, ever since the day I brought you back?]
Looking back at the past, the voices of the past rang in her ears. Ruan Mei sighed softly.
That year... A'Mu was respectful to his teacher as always. That night, however, he became one with her...
She was drunk, yet he was sober. He was underneath, appearing so passive.
His face was flushed red, his breathing heavy, and his hands dared not move throughout the whole process, only daring to grip the sheets, fearing that any overstepping action would displease her.
From just past 22:00 until after 1:00 AM, it was like this several times... Not to mention his hands not daring to move, he didn't even dare to open his eyes for too long.
A'Mu was too well-behaved, so she didn't know what he liked...
She could have been intimate with A'Mu, could have explored his preferences through repeated pleasures, or asked him directly.
As long as he liked it, she had countless ways to turn herself into his favorite image.
Watching the images in her memory, Ruan Mei's eyes gradually grew unfocused, and her right hand skillfully reached downwards...
"Hmm~ A'Mu... A'Mu..." The soft moans, overflowing with longing and desire, echoed in the empty laboratory.
Ever since she recognized her feelings for Qi Zhimu, whenever the longing gnawed at her bones, she could only use this method to numb her heart and seek a moment of solace.
If not for this, she, who was already on the verge of madness, would not know how to carry on.
But she could not go mad, she really couldn't. If the day A'Mu returned, the person he saw was a madwoman, how bad that would be. She must be perfectly fine.
It is unknown how much time passed before Ruan Mei cleaned up the traces on the floor. A slightly morbid curve appeared at the corner of her mouth as she gazed deeply at the face in her memory, then locked it back into her heart.
...
Fog City.
Qi Zhimu arrived home from work, changed his shoes in the entryway, placed them neatly beside Ms. Herta's shoes, and then took off his coat and hung it up.
He walked into the kitchen with familiar ease, tied on an apron, and took fresh ingredients from the preservation cabinet.
According to Ms. Herta, she had cast magic on the preservation cabinet, which could preserve the flavor of the ingredients for a long time.
Although Qi Zhimu understood that the so-called magic was merely a variant application of imaginary energy, the word held extraordinary significance for both him and Ms. Herta, serving as an important part of their emotional connection.
— — The birth of Magician Qi Zhimu was proof that even if Ms. Herta could not wake up, she would still desperately try to save him.
It could be said that she succeeded. As long as they abandoned Azure Star, as long as he became a liar, and as long as the Materia Void remained, the two of them could live in that world forever.
But that was ultimately an escape, and there would be no current Ms. Herta in the universe.
Qi Zhimu drew a kitchen knife and twirled it, scooped up the fresh fish from the sink, and struck the fish's head precisely with the back of the blade.
It's okay, dizziness is normal.
He skillfully removed the gills, cut the tail, hung it up to bleed, and then filleted the fish bones efficiently.
The clashing of kitchenware played a rhythmic melody, and before long, slices of fish as thin as cicada wings were piled onto the plate.
There were no footsteps behind him, but his back was suddenly pressed against a solid presence.
Hmm?
The shirt Qi Zhimu was wearing was made of light material, and that wonderful sensation was incredibly intense.
That's not right... The scent was undoubtedly Ms. Herta's, but this substantial feeling...
"Guess who I am?"
"Oh, who could it be? So well-endowed, it must be Yelena, right?"
"If you keep running your mouth, watch out or I'll bite you." Ms. Herta raised an eyebrow.
"Of course I'm just teasing you, my dear Little Herta."
Qi Zhimu put down the knife and turned around, meeting her pretty face that was feigning displeasure, his gaze moving downwards.
...As expected. What method she used... there was no need to investigate; it was enough to know it was the real deal.
"Be grateful. This is a reward from this genius for your honesty. Have you started having wild thoughts?"
"Hmm? Since when did you have a nickname called 'Feifei'?"
"It can be now." Ms. Herta narrowed her eyes, a cunning smile on her lips.
"No rush, let me finish dinner first. We're having sashimi tonight."
"Look at how happy you are, hmph."
"Of course. The great Ms. Herta is willing to make such a jaw-dropping change for me; how should I repay you..."
Qi Zhimu pretended to be deep in thought, then suddenly leaned into Ms. Herta's ear and lowered his voice.
"How about... I find a way to increase it by a size... I wonder what Ms. Herta thinks of that?"
"..." Hearing this, Ms. Herta's legs went weak subconsciously, and she blurted out.
"It'll make me dizzy if it's that big... *cough*, do as you like. This genius didn't do this just to get a reward from you."
Her cheeks flushed crimson, and she hurriedly changed her words.
Damn it, the tricks she just learned from the novels recommended by Asta were broken by him so easily. It seems she needs to study some less common ones.
"Never mind then, I couldn't bear to let my Little Herta faint." Qi Zhimu teased.
"Oh?" Ms. Herta drew out the end of the word, looking at him meaningfully.
"...Brother Mu~ Remember the three questions you answered incorrectly? Don't think I was joking; I just haven't decided when to collect on them..."
"Have you decided when to take time off? Oh right, who has to work at the Space Station is up to this genius, isn't it..."
Qi Zhimu's eyelid twitched. Was she actually planning to keep him bedridden for three days?
...It's highly unlikely she'll succeed; he has already figured out how to apply his own abilities.
Slowing down the time flow of sensory feedback, maintaining his state without falling, while accelerating his waist movements.
He could guarantee that Ms. Herta would find it very difficult to find an opportunity to cast magic...
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