Regarding the appearance of "Gallagher," Sunday felt both puzzled and delighted.
The puzzlement was because he remembered clearly spreading the dream of Ena, so why could Gallagher still move about freely?
And the delight was because he had actually delivered himself right to the door—Jiejiejie······
To be honest, although Sunday had seen Gallagher countless times before, this time, the latter's appearance was exceptionally memorable in a striking way.
That snow-white skin, that delicate posture······ So, men could also be this beautiful?
"Hi, h-hello there, Sunday···"
Stelle forced herself to stay calm, trying her best to maintain her composure as she waved at Sunday.
Actually, according to the script Gallagher had taught her, "Sunday" should have been followed by the words "big brother."
But Stelle found it too perverted and disgusting, so she didn't say it out loud.
At the same time, from a cover in the rear, Robin (first floor), Sparkle (second floor), Black Swan (third floor), and Gallagher (fourth floor)—the four of them all poked their heads out in unison, their gazes fixed tightly on the two, afraid to miss even a single frame of the captivating scene.
Robin was even shouldering a video camera, recording the entire scene.
"No, something's off with Little Gray Hair's state."
As a master of theater and a veteran actress, Sparkle spotted Stelle's current condition at a glance—it wasn't quite right. "She's too nervous, and on top of that, she can't get past that mental hurdle, so right from the start, she's fumbling her lines."
"If this keeps up, her brain won't be able to process it."
Robin furrowed her delicate brows slightly. "Then what do we do?"
Sparkle pondered for a moment: "We need to find a way to help push their plot forward—hmm··· Got it!"
With that, Sparkle pulled out a slingshot from under her skirt and fired a pebble straight at Stelle's butt.
"Yaah—"
An unexpected jolt of pain shot into her brain, causing the already mentally taut Stelle to cry out involuntarily. Her body staggered forward two steps, tumbling into Lord Sunday's embrace.
The moment she made contact with Lord Sunday's body, what came was the cold, metallic sensation, along with a strange, inexplicable throbbing.
Thump thump—
Thump thump—
Thump thump—
What Stelle didn't know was that her action had made Sunday's heartbeat quicken by several beats. Under his influence, Lord Sunday revealed a hint of bashfulness and instinctively said, "A-are you okay?"
Stelle subconsciously rubbed her butt. "N-no, I'm fine. I might've just accidentally bumped my butt earlier—it's nothing serious."
Sunday: "Then let me take a look for you?"
Stelle: ?!
·····
"Oh yeah!"
In the back, Sparkle pumped her fist in triumph. "Nailed it—Sunday's drooling now. Tsk tsk tsk, rich people's tastes are just so unique. Oh, right, Robin, send me a copy of the footage later."
"No way—this kind of thing can only be in my hands."
Robin refused without even thinking. What a joke—hand it over to a Masked Fool? If you spread this footage tomorrow, how would she ever keep Sunday under her thumb?
This secret—Robin would devour Sunday for a lifetime!
"Huh?" Sparkle hurriedly pulled out her phone. "You should've said so earlier. Now that the recording's started, who's gonna fill in the missing part from the beginning for me?"
The Black Swan below her smiled faintly. "Don't forget, I'm a Remembrance. This kind of [memory] is quite precious. If you need it, Miss Sparkle, I can sell it to you at one million credits per second~"
Robin waved her hand grandly and domineeringly: "Ten billion for me—I'll buy out all rights to this footage."
"······"
Only Gallagher on the fourth floor remained completely silent the whole time. While the three above were discussing the footage's price, had they ever considered this question: One of the video's protagonists was using his face!
He should have absolute copyright over this footage, right?
·····
On the other side.
"H-hi, hi, Star Sunday sir, you're really such a joker."
Stelle took two steps back, forcing a smile: "Y-y-you you you you, y-you're so huge right now—how are you supposed to check it for me? I bet if you use even a little force, you'll break me. Forget it, forget it—it's no big deal."
Whoosh—
But the next second, Lord Sunday's massive body began dissolving into light particles and fading away. Sunday's body emerged from within it, his face etched with concern. He pulled the delicate form of "Gallagher" (Stelle) into his arms and said, "How could I possibly do that?"
"Now that you've come around, you must realize that only by being together can we live happily and eternally forever, right?"
Stelle nervously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, trying to push Sunday's hand away. However, her strength at this moment felt so feeble and powerless; instead, this slight resistance only further ignited the flames in Sunday's eyes.
"My Gallagher, your gaze is filled with unease—I understand. This is confusion about our future, but don't worry. The current me possesses nearly everything in this world; no matter what it is, I can make it happen."
In the back, the four of them wished they could stretch their necks even longer. Robin stared fixedly at Sunday, unconsciously biting her nails; Sparkle, meanwhile, had her eyes wide with excitement. She'd been a Masked Fool for so many years, but she'd never witnessed such a grand display of Elation.
"It's coming—it's coming!" Though Sparkle was on the sidelines, her heartbeat was accelerating along with it. She stared at the two, her smile growing more and more twisted.
She was starting to like this universe a bit! There was just so much fun to be had—hahaha!
Just as that forbidden romance was about to unlock, Sunday suddenly froze. His movements halted, and almost on pure instinct, he said, "No··· that's not right."
The "Gallagher" (Stelle) in his arms awkwardly lifted her head: "Wh-where... where's it not right?"
"Gallagher has a great physique—distinct muscles, very masculine." Sunday's expression turned somewhat unpleasant. "But your body... it's a bit too soft."
Stelle: !
Bro, I beg you—stop dropping these bombshells!
What did men ever do to you to deserve your affection?!
"And the scent on you, your demeanor, your words······"
Sunday's speech quickened. "Gallagher often carries the intoxicating aroma of fine wine on him, because he's a real man's man; Gallagher's demeanor toward me is always resolute and unyielding, full of masculine spirit; his words are steady, giving a sense of security······"
"But you—you don't seem like a man at all. You're more like a little raccoon!"
"Who are you?"
The jig was up—it was discovered!
Stelle's heart jolted in shock. She immediately yanked off the mask on her face, reverting to her original form, and shouted, "Clockie Trick—"
At those words, Sunday's expression changed, and Lord Sunday's body began to recondense······
"Go!"
As the last word left Stelle's lips, Clockie abruptly materialized behind her. The hands on the clock face spun wildly, hypnotizing Sunday's mind.
The next second, the two of them charged toward Sunday in unison, drilling straight into his mental space from the front······