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Inside Herta's private quarters, the clinical lights of the station were dimmed to a soft, golden hue.
Clutching her wand and still wearing her pointed witch's hat, Herta stepped into the room. When she saw Hiroshi lying on the bed—kicking his legs and focused entirely on his phone—a flash of amusement crossed her amethyst eyes.
"Oh? You're back already?" she said. "Perfect. Go get the bathwater ready."
"Yes, Madam Herta!"
After a frantic, final text to Firefly, Hiroshi scrambled out of bed to serve her. With practiced, gentle movements, he began to undress her. He removed her hat, unlaced the structured corset of her dress, and eased off her high-heeled boots. Finally, he carefully peeled away her taro-purple stockings, leaving her in her delicate black lace undergarments.
While Herta reclined against the headboard, Hiroshi vanished into the bathroom. He adjusted the water temperature until it was exactly to her liking, filling the oversized tub with fragrant, steaming water.
Returning to the bedroom, he began the next stage of her routine: a shoulder massage. As his hands applied steady pressure to her stiff muscles, Herta closed her eyes, her usually tense frame finally beginning to relax under his touch.
"Is the pressure alright, Madam?" Hiroshi asked softly.
Herta gave a faint, rhythmic nod. "Mhm. Not bad." She paused, her voice drifting back into its authoritative tone. "By the way, do you have any thoughts on the Department of Applications? Don't let me down."
"I'll do my absolute best," Hiroshi promised. "Thank you for the opportunity. I won't fail you."
Herta hummed in satisfaction. In truth, she didn't care much for the bureaucracy of the department. She only wanted him to have a status befitting someone in her inner circle; it would be demeaning for her favorite "little thing" to be seen as a mere cleaner. Besides, she knew Wen Mingde was smart enough to handle the actual paperwork, leaving Hiroshi free to serve as her private catalyst.
"Madam, the water is ready. Let me help you."
Submissive and attentive, Hiroshi supported her as they walked into the bathroom. He remained by her side, carefully helping her wash. Even after several days of this, Hiroshi hadn't fully adapted; his cheeks were flushed a deep, ripe crimson.
Herta caught a glimpse of his blushing face in the steam-fogged mirror and let out a soft, playful titter. "Still not used to this? Your service skills are improving, but your mental fortitude is still that of a novice."
"I'm... I'm sorry, Madam..." Hiroshi lowered his head, hiding his embarrassment.
"Stop apologizing," Herta said, her tone suddenly becoming serious. "And listen. Stay away from that woman who arrived today. Don't accept anything she gives you. Not a gift, not a snack. Understand?"
Hiroshi understood instantly. She was talking about Ruan Mei. He remembered the original story—how Ruan Mei had a habit of tricking people into eating "problematic" pastries to serve her research, only to delete their memories afterward.
"I understand, Madam Herta. I'll be careful."
Satisfied with his sincerity, Herta allowed him to lead her back to the bedroom. Then came the final task of the night: his role as a human body pillow.
Herta wrapped her slender arms around his waist, pulling him tight against her. She draped a leg over his and buried her face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the subtle, clean scent that always clung to him.
"Madam Herta," Hiroshi whispered into the quiet room. "In your eyes... what exactly am I to you?"
Herta was already half-asleep, her voice muffled against his skin. "Mhm... my partner. My servant. My pillow... my special existence. Satisfied? Now go to sleep. There's a lot to do tomorrow..."
She drifted off almost instantly. Under the influence of Hiroshi's aura, even the Genius Society's most restless mind could achieve deep, restorative sleep. One hour of rest next to him was worth six anywhere else.
So, I really am special to her, Hiroshi thought, a warm sense of contentment washing over him as he closed his eyes.
The next morning, Hiroshi was the first to wake.
Herta was still deep in a peaceful dream, her weight pinning him to the mattress. Since he couldn't get up without disturbing her, he lay there, staring at the ceiling.
I'm bored... might as well check the stats, he thought. He opened the System panel, his eyes drifting to the bottom-right corner.
His jaw nearly hit the pillow.
[Current Emotion Points: 4,234]
The chaos in the plaza and the encounter with the Water Specter had paid out massively. He didn't just have enough for one pull—he had enough for two.
Two chances to break the rules of the universe, he thought, his heart racing. Let's see what the gacha has for me today.
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