On this planet, long afflicted by the miseries of war, the region at 27° North latitude was in the midst of transitioning from spring to summer.
A gentle breeze rustled the white gauze curtains by the arched window.
The hall, like a palace in the clouds, was bright and luxurious.
Robin sat elegantly at the dining table, her long, perfectly-rounded legs flowing out from beneath the hem of her magnificent dress, glowing fair and tender in the morning light.
She brought her legs together slightly, angling them to one side. Her emerald-like, bright eyes were fixed on Ye Feng, studying him carefully.
But just as Mister Ye Feng had said, she truly had no impression of this "unconventional" man before her.
Yet, Robin felt that this shouldn't be the case.
After all, this was a person who, upon their first meeting, had asked if she was "viviparous or oviparous." If she had truly met him before, she should have a very deep memory of it.
"What's past is past. Let's put aside the old matters for now. We should look to the future, Miss Robin, don't you agree?"
We? Look to the future?
Robin picked up on the two key phrases.
She smiled decorously. "Mister Ye Feng, as you say, but I am also very busy."
"It's alright. Miss Robin is exceptionally talented; you can multitask. For example, right now you can use your little cherry mouth to eat a sausage, but your free, jade-like feet can also… hmm, step on grapes for juice."
"?"
The diva whose voice moved the galaxy felt that Ye Feng was implying something else, but she had no proof.
Robin wasted no more time. The necessary pleasantries were over; it was time to get straight to the point.
"Mister Ye Feng, I wonder what business brings you here today?"
"Oh? You're not asking my identity, but directly what I want to do? Hmm, very clever this time. But then again, what 'butterfly flapped its wings differently' to make Miss Robin so understanding? It's worth a detailed study."
"…"
Robin sat upright, her gaze gentle, neither hurried nor anxious. She just watched Ye Feng with a smile.
She didn't understand. She didn't understand at all.
But Miss Robin did not show her confusion.
She simply watched him with a hopeful gaze, silently waiting for Ye Feng to give her an answer.
"Trying to pressure someone with your gaze and aura? Miss Robin, the real you is much naughtier than the pure cosmic diva on the screen."
Robin smiled faintly at this. "You're exaggerating, Mister Ye Feng. Besides, I don't know you at all."
"Alright, then let me introduce myself again. My name is Ye Feng, just a passing, ordinary LSP."
Robin froze for a moment.
L… SP…?
"The reason I am here now is because of the [Contract] with you, Miss Robin."
"What contract?"
Compared to the previous "LSP" or whatever, Robin was clearly more concerned about this question.
She had no memory of ever signing any contract with anyone.
Or could it be… a commercial contract for a performance?
Robin also understood that many valued the immense wealth she brought more than they appreciated her art.
Cosmetic ad shoots, jewelry brand endorsements, fan signing events, the Universal Voice awards ceremony, and so on…
Robin was often rushing between various star systems, with more contracts than she could remember.
However, these matters were generally handled for her by specialists from [The Family].
In reality, Robin herself cared little for money and almost never personally dealt with such worldly things.
"Not that kind."
Ye Feng held up an index finger. As if drawing a circle, or perhaps poking something, it moved slowly in mid-air.
The movement of his finger was extremely rhythmic and seemed to possess some strange, magical power. Just watching it made Robin's face flush and her ears burn.
Ye Feng raised his finger as if to press it deeper, while looking intently at the cosmic diva.
"Miss Robin, I~ really like you, you know."
"Eh?"
In the hall where no one would disturb them, Ye Feng deeply appraised the shining idol before him.
Robin wore a formal gown with a fringed hem, short in the front and long in the back, revealing her smooth, fair, and slender legs.
The skin of her legs was smooth, fair, and crystal clear, appearing almost translucent in the sunlight.
Her chest was adorned with layered purple ruffles, and her delicate collarbones were exposed to the air. The protruding lines of her collarbones were sexy and soft; one could probably raise a small goldfish in them.
From her shoulders flowed musical staff patterns and star-shaped accessories, accented with a musical note brooch.
Her earrings, bracelet, and the hem of her dress also featured pearls and stars, with ribbons trailing down.
Although it was adorned as brilliantly as a starry sky, the overall look was not ostentatious, giving off the image of a pure and lovely idol.
"Mhm, mhm, as expected, you're very beautiful, Robin."
Ye Feng nodded in satisfaction and straightened up.
"Mis, Mister Ye Feng?"
Robin felt a shadow and a searing breath approach, and she couldn't help but hold her breath.
"Miss Robin, do you want to know the contents of the [Contract]?"
"The contents… of the contract…"
Robin tilted her neck up to look at Ye Feng, swallowing nervously.
"Mhm, to be more specific—"
Ye Feng stepped forward and hooked the superstar's chin with his finger. The touch was so smooth and soft.
"It's about the wonderful things between you, and me."
"—Ngh!"
Robin shot to her feet, pushing back the white chair, which made a piercing scraping sound in the empty hall.
She probably never imagined that Ye Feng would be so rude.
Even though she was standing, Ye Feng's fingers still pinched her chin. Ashamed and angry, Robin raised her hand to slap away the insolent man's hand.
But just as she raised it, her wrist was caught.
Ye Feng was a head taller than Robin. His left hand tilted her chin up, his right hand grasped her wrist, and his body suddenly pressed forward.
Robin felt a powerful, searing heat invade her space. The surging male aura, something she had never experienced before, made her heart pound like a frightened deer. The hot breath he exhaled hit her cheek, causing her mind to shut down for a moment.
Robin only knew to subconsciously retreat, but being held in place, she couldn't move her feet. She could only lean her body back to escape the fierce male assault.
Her supple waist bent backward into a 90-degree angle. Just as Robin lost her balance and was about to fall, Ye Feng supported her back.
"—Eek!"
The backless design of her gown exposed her entire beautiful back to the air. What was once an elegant design now became the perfect style for intimate contact with Ye Feng's palm.
Robin fell backward, and Ye Feng leaned over her, holding her back. Their four eyes met.
The unique rough texture of a man's fingertips and palm sent strange ripples through the "inexperienced" Robin.
In the pure white morning light, time seemed to stand still.
Robin's emerald eyes stared blankly at Ye Feng.
The world seemed to lose its sound, and Robin even forgot to struggle.
Ye Feng pressed down. Feeling the oppressive male presence, Robin finally came to her senses.
"Don't…"
Her hand, clad in a white silk glove, pressed against Ye Feng's chest.
However, how could a delicate little bird possibly resist a strong man?
Ye Feng kissed her, sealing the cherry lips the idol used for singing.
Robin became even more frantic, desperately pushing against Ye Feng's chest, but all her struggles were in vain.
Robin's gloved little hands first pushed against Ye Feng's chest, then frantically beat his back, before slowly and powerlessly falling to her sides.
Robin felt like she couldn't breathe.
One had to know, when she was training her bel canto voice, all her teachers had praised her talent, which showed that Robin's lung capacity was extremely outstanding.
But even so, under Ye Feng's long kiss, she was about to suffocate.
Right now, Robin had already forgotten the heartache of losing her "first kiss"; she just wanted to breathe fresh air.
After an unknown amount of time, Ye Feng finally released her.
"Hah~~ Cough, cough, cough!"
Robin desperately took a deep breath, then coughed violently.
Ye Feng let go of her. Robin's entire body went limp as if her bones had turned to jelly, and she collapsed to the floor.
She lay on the ground like a boneless snake, trying to support herself with her palms, still breathing raggedly and coughing. Tears and saliva overflowed, trickling down the corners of her mouth. A slightly viscous, crystalline liquid dripped onto the floor.
Ye Feng waited for Robin to calm down a little, then smiled. "This, is the content of the contract Miss Robin must fulfill."
"…?"
Robin struggled to lift her head, her disheveled hair sticking to her fair cheeks. "…I have no memory of any contract."
"Heh, how heartless. We've already signed the contract twice, you know."
"…"
"Ahem, don't believe me?"
Snap!
Ye Feng snapped his fingers, and the pattern inscribed on Robin's body began to activate.
Robin instantly felt her body fill with power. The world in her eyes became "clearer," as if she could see the "underlying code" that formed its very foundation.
In that instant, Robin suddenly had a feeling. It wasn't theory, not logic, not reason, not principles, not even a fallacy. It was something more fundamental, something close to instinct that was crying out.
"!!"
This feeling… her body felt so light, as if there was nothing left to fear.
Robin suddenly floated up. The halo above her head turned into light, a golden light, overflowing with divinity.
The white wings on her back spread wide, also emitting light. At the same time, at some point, feathers had begun to fall in this space.
However, this was only the beginning.
An endless torrent of information began to pour into Robin.
The emeralds of her eyes became like the true cosmos—they could no longer be called the eyes of a living being.
Her gaze held not a trace of humanity, nor the warmth a young woman should have.
It was like an ancient, ever-running machine, like an eternal, unchanging rule.
This gaze seemed to have become an indelible "phenomenon" in the universe.
As Robin looked on, the space could not withstand her gaze and began to fracture. The room cracked like shattered glass, and black fissures appeared.
Ye Feng raised his hand and made a pressing motion in the air.
Instantly, the dancing white feathers, the cracking black fissures, all the strange phenomena vanished.
The idol singer named Robin fell to the ground once more.
"See? It's not that I'm being stingy. It's that your narrowness, Robin, cannot accommodate my vastness."
Ye Feng said softly.
"…"
Robin stared at Ye Feng, dumbfounded.
During the latter half of her levitation, Robin's consciousness was still present, but she could only watch herself as an observer from a "third-person perspective."
She watched as a power that seemed to surpass that of the Aeons surged within her body.
"How about that? Feels good, right? Signing a contract with me isn't a bad deal."
Robin lowered her head and remained silent.
This power was indeed beyond her comprehension, something no mortal could ever hope to wield.
But if she could truly control it, perhaps, she really could do anything.
It was just…
"What do I have to pay?"
Ye Feng looked at her with an ambiguous, wicked gaze and said, "Miss Robin, aren't you well aware?"
Robin revealed a miserable expression and said, word by word, "My… body?"
"Half right."
"What else do I have to pay?"
"Huh? No, what I mean is, I don't need your entire body."
"?"
Robin was instantly confused. "What do you mean?"
"Sigh, I told you before. I must have both my repayment and my revenge. Toying with and defiling you, and being gentle and kind—I feel both of these things in equal measure… I was a little confused before, but this time I've come up with a good idea."
Ye Feng held up an index finger and smiled. "And that is to only 'use' half of Miss Robin's body. I will treat the other half gently."
"??"
"How about it? This way of playing… this plan is great, isn't it?"
Robin clenched her fists. "Um… do I have the right to refuse?"
"You do not."
Ye Feng answered instantly, his face gentle and refined.
"The contract is mandatory. No matter what, even if you cry and beg me, I will still sign it with you. Oh, the current one is called a Master-Servant Contract. If you can serve me with your whole body and soul, the contract will be upgraded. It will be promoted to a [Vow] and become super-duper powerful. Alright, now it's time to choose. Will you choose your upper body, or your lower body?"
Ye Feng looked at Robin gently. The young woman once again fell silent.
Seeing the hesitant Robin, Ye Feng scratched the back of his head. "Ah, ah. My apologies. I didn't ask for your opinion just now and kissed you forcibly. Your lips belong to your upper body."
Eh? Is that also part of the portion "to be used"?
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Author PS: I've been following a certain book recently, and the author also said in his chapter-end notes that even though the word count is the same, if he combines two chapters into one, there are always readers who feel like he posted less… I can really relate.
But why do I still do a two-in-one sometimes? Because it's time to "go all out."
When I split the day into writing two chapters, after I finish writing one and post it, my whole energy and spirit drop a lot. Then I have to force myself to get psyched up to write the second one, and I feel a lot of resistance.
But with a two-in-one, I just push through and write four thousand characters in one go. Then I can just slack off for the rest of the day. The whole state of mind is different.
ε=(′ο｀*)))Sigh, I'm doing a two-in-one today. In the future, I'll try to release chapters separately.