(Aha stole the account, and I spent half a day getting it back, so the update is a bit late, please forgive me.)
(Ahehe~)
A blue light rose from the streets of Fontaine, flying towards the Palais Mermonia.
Watching Momoshiki fly so many times, Furina had also barely managed to master flying. Although she was still a bit clumsy, looking like she was about to fall at any moment, and her speed was still very slow, she had at least made significant progress.
In the Kamui Dimension.
Stelle, March 7th, and Focalors, who had been sucked in by Furina, were staring intently at Momoshiki.
"What are you all looking at me for?"
Momoshiki asked impatiently while flipping through his novel.
Aha had stolen his electricity, and he was still fuming, feeling annoyed and uncomfortable.
"So this is what you look like, Momoshiki~"
Focalors clasped her hands together, her eyes shining as she circled Momoshiki, scrutinizing him 360 degrees.
"Such an aloof voice, yet you look so cute~"
March 7th also followed Focalors' example, circling Momoshiki several times, looking at him like a rare curiosity.
"..."
Momoshiki's hand, which was flipping the book, paused. A feeling of being insulted surged in his heart.
"You..."
He gritted his teeth, but in the end, he didn't say anything, just spoke faintly, "You guys go play over there, don't disturb my reading."
Saying this, Momoshiki, sitting in the pile of books, turned his body to the other side, ignoring them.
Going to play over there was clearly impossible. Stelle, whose hands were cuffed behind her back, wriggled her body, crawling over little by little.
"Master Momo!!"
"Scram."
"Ugh..."
She was scolded, but this clearly didn't affect Stelle. She just rubbed against Momoshiki's back like a caterpillar.
"Can I touch the horns on your head?"
"Don't even think about it." Momoshiki decisively refused this thick-headed fellow, closing his book and placing it behind his head, blocking the head that wanted to get closer.
"Although I also want to touch them, that might be a bit impolite, so Stelle! Get up quickly!"
March 7th said, trying to pull Stelle up, but was met with fierce resistance.
"I don't want to! You evil pink-haired demon king who cuffed me! If you don't uncuff me, I won't get up!" Stelle struggled, kicking her legs wildly, occasionally kicking Momoshiki twice, making his face covered in black lines.
"Stelle——!"
Seeing the shoe prints on Momoshiki's body, March 7th helplessly pinched Stelle's waist, then put her left arm around her, dragging her back, then awkwardly apologized to Momoshiki.
"Sorry, sorry, Stelle didn't mean it, hehe~"
"Phew..."
Momoshiki took a deep breath.
Blood pressure +10.
"It's okay."
A little chakra surged from his back, erasing all the shoe prints.
Focalors walked to Stelle's side, squatted down, and reached out to touch her head, activating her "touch-anyone-and-they-become-silly" ability.
"Stelle~ Be a good girl, stop making trouble, okay? When we get back to the Palais Mermonia, there will be many parts for you."
"No."
Stelle turned her head away.
Clearly, this verbal persuasion had no effect on the Stellaron Sprite, who was just beginning to take human form and understand human nature.
Seeing this, Focalors wasn't discouraged, and continued in a gentle tone, "They're all in the trash cans, waiting for you to go back and rummage through them."
"Authentic!"
Stelle's eyes flashed with a bright light, then she quietly sat cross-legged, looking very obedient.
March 7th: "..."
Momoshiki: "..."
Outside, Furina had arrived at the Palais Mermonia, pretending nothing had happened, found Neuvillette, and vaguely covered up the events on the street.
She left his office, putting on the airs of the Hydro Archon, leaving him with a bewildered expression.
After returning to her bedroom, taking advantage of no one being around, Furina also slipped in using Kamui.
"I'm here, how are you all getting along?"
Furina looked like she enjoyed watching drama, hands on her hips, smirking.
"Hurry up and take these people out, or I'll have to kick them out manually."
Momoshiki's eyelids twitched. He turned to glance at Stelle, who was staring intently at him, and felt goosebumps rising.
He subconsciously moved away, and Stelle followed without showing weakness.
Momoshiki moved away again, Stelle continued to move in his direction, Momoshiki moved again, Stelle followed again.
The two gradually retreated to the edge of the stone pillar, one step at a time.
"It seems you're having a very pleasant time, I'm relieved then."
Furina looked as if she had expected it, which made Focalors chuckle secretly, and also made March 7th a little awkward.
"What exactly do you want?!"
Momoshiki glared at Stelle with his Byakugan, emitting an invisible pressure.
"I want to touch the horns on your head."
Stelle's expression didn't even change in the face of the pressure, still looking innocent and pure.
"I've told you how many times, it's impossible!"
"Why?" Stelle pouted aggrievedly, looking like she had been bullied.
"Lower lifeform!!"
Everyone: "..."
"Speaking of which, I actually really want to touch the horns on Momoshiki's head too. I feel like the texture must be very special," Focalors said with a mischievous smile.
Momoshiki stood up alone, leaving Stelle, and came to the group.
"Hurry up and get out. Don't disturb the peace here." Momoshiki waved his hand impatiently, then planned to use Kamui to forcibly kick the group out of the room.
"No way, we just met, are you so eager to drive us away?"
Focalors clutched her chest, looking heartbroken.
"Then what do you want to do?"
Momoshiki's eyelids twitched twice for some reason.
"Never mind how we're getting along, at least let us touch the horns on your head twice, right~" Focalors covered her mouth, smirking.
"Impossible!"
Tsundere Momoshiki turned his head away.
Stelle wriggled on the ground and crawled over. March 7th, unable to bear it, walked over and helped her up.
"Behave yourself, understand?!"
"Hmph! Evil pink-haired demon king! Don't think you can make me, the Galactic Baseballer, obey any of your demands!"
"Actually..." Furina poked her index fingers together, a little embarrassed.
"I've also wanted to touch the horns on your head for a long time, hehe~"
Momoshiki: "..."
This topic is never-ending, is it?
"Phew..."
He took another deep breath. Blood pressure +20.
He had to endure it, he still needed her to revive...
Momoshiki, feeling aggrieved, leaned forward slightly, extending his head towards Furina.
"Hurry up!"
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A hint of surprise flashed in Furina's eyes, followed by delight, and she quickly reached out to stroke him.
Hmm...
The texture was about what she imagined, like touching bone. Although there were many patterns, the surface was at least smooth and incredibly hard.
"Tsk..."
Momoshiki gritted his teeth.
What the hell?! There were no nerves on these horns, were there?! Where was this soft, tingling sensation that made his whole body go weak coming from?!!
A constant tingling sensation came from his head, even accompanied by a slight feeling of comfort.
Now Momoshiki could understand why Ganyu would be shy when her horns were touched. So this was the feeling.
Focalors' hands were itching to try. She leaned over and reached out to stroke the other horn.
"Eek~!"
Momoshiki's body trembled, and he immediately pulled his head back.
"Alright! You've all touched them, now get out!"
"Wait!"
Stelle, unwilling, broke free from March 7th and stumbled over.
"I haven't touched them yet! I haven't..."
Before she could finish shouting, the surrounding space twisted, and everyone was thrown onto the bedroom bed.
"What a nuisance."
Momoshiki muttered, sitting in the pile of books, his hand unconsciously on the horns on his head, his head lowered, lost in thought.
...
"Ouch! You evil pink-haired demon king! You're crushing me!"
Stelle angrily looked at March 7th on top of her, struggling to turn over, but almost suffocated by a mass of white.
"Hmm..."
Furina rubbed her head and climbed off March 7th.
"This Momoshiki is really something, just throwing us out directly."
Focalors, sitting on the edge of the bed, covered her mouth and chuckled twice.
"Although we were thrown out, at least we saw his shy side, it was quite worth it~"
"You're right."
Furina and Focalors exchanged a meaningful glance, and the corners of both sisters' mouths curved slightly upwards.
But Stelle was not having a good time.
March 7th not only didn't get up but pressed down even harder.
Her left hand gripped the handcuffs restraining Stelle, pressing them against Stelle's head, her gaze practically spitting fire.
"Hmm..."
Feeling the warm, sweet breath on her ear, Stelle swallowed nervously, a little scared.
"Evil pink-haired demon... no."
"Kind and righteous pink-haired angel, what do you intend to do to me, the little Galactic Baseballer..."
"What do I intend to do to you? Hehe..."
March 7th chuckled creepily twice, pressing her body even closer.
"Your travel plans were completely messed up by you. Didn't I remind you several times when we were on the train, hmm? Speak up!"
"I'm sorry..."
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"Too late! See how I'll teach you a lesson!"
March 7th said fiercely, reaching out and directly grabbing Stelle's collar.
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