Stelle's words made the three people in front of the screen once again raise their hearts to their throats.
An adult's game? You can't just say things like that casually—what are you trying to do?!
However, the explosive dialogue in the frame continued:
"An... adult's game? Miss Stelle, th-this isn't good, is it?"
"Not good? What's not good about it? Doing this kind of thing alone would be way too boring—it takes at least two people, right?"
"No no no, what I mean is, this is only our third official meeting. We still don't know each other that well..."
"Aiya, I know that, so that's why we need to play a round to get closer! A few more times like this and we'll be familiar."
"This... but not here, right?"
"...Mm, you're right. Let's go, let's go. To ensure a good environment, we'll go out and get a room. The pavilion is still too quiet... Oh right, don't forget to bring ID."
"..."
Bang!
March 7th smashed the table into pieces with one punch. "Aaaah—this is utterly outrageous!"
"Sunday, I swear I'll never share the same sky with you! No, I must find Stelle right now, immediately, to stop her from straying off the path. Firefly, let's go together..."
March 7th had just prepared to call Firefly for help when she turned back and saw the latter had already cracked the signal source of the bug, instantly donned her armor, with blue flames spraying from the thrusters on her back as she crashed through the ceiling and rocketed upward.
"Wait for me!"
March 7th leaped up, grabbing the mecha's ankle, following along like a trailing effect.
"Take me too!"
Robin also leaped up, grabbing March 7th's ankle. The three turned into an arc in the air, flying toward the source of the bug's signal.
...
"Miss Stelle, the adult's game you mentioned is this?"
In the room, Sunday looked at Stelle with a strange expression, his handsome brows filled with embarrassment. After arriving at the destination, he felt a wave of shame for his earlier sordid thoughts: Miss Stelle was the light of his dreams—how could she possibly be so depraved?!
Sigh, it was still his own problem. Sigh, and he didn't know why—clearly before, he had no interest in women (Robin) and wouldn't have any related thoughts, but why today, just being with Stelle, it wasn't like that? Sigh...
"Yeah, the game tag even says '18+'." Stelle seriously put on her headphones: "This game's super thrilling! And it tests team coordination—you'll know after playing a couple rounds with me."
(After a thrilling ranked match).
"...Miss Stelle, there's one thing I don't quite understand. Why do teammates always call you 'mommy'?" Sunday asked with a troubled expression, puzzled.
"Oh, you mean that? It's a game feature—it's a term of respect and endearment for girls." Stelle waved it off, indicating she was used to it.
"Th-then should I call you that too?" Sunday hesitated, asking somewhat bashfully.
"...Sure, sure! Sunday, you're a genius—come on, say it a couple times!"
"Th-this is way too embarrassing. I... I can't quite say it." Sunday turned his face to the side, his little wings on the back of his head covering his expression.
"Be bold, young man—the first time is always the hardest."
"..."
At this moment, two little figures appeared above Sunday's head: one was the refined but stern and proper CEO version of Sunday, and the other was the carefree and unrestrained Wonweek.
CEO version Sunday said: "Although we've retired early now, we were at least the CEO of the Penacony Corporation before. The education we received doesn't allow us to do this kind of thing—it's too against decorum!"
Wonweek shook his head: "You guy, your head's full of yourself. Have you forgotten the mistakes you made in the past? Have you forgotten who saved us? Now Miss Stelle's taking us out to play, and you're still putting on CEO airs?!"
CEO: "One thing at a time—this has nothing to do with airs. Let me say it again: the education I received doesn't support me doing this..."
"Sun~day~"
Stelle tilted her head up, staring at him with starry eyes full of expectation: "Try it~ Just try it~"
Sunday: Ugh! That expression!
—Sunday's heart took 10,000,000,000 points of critical damage! Psychological defenses completely collapsed!
Above Sunday's head, the CEO little figure was stunned for a moment, then grinned: "Hey, good read on the situation!"
"M-Mommy..."
"Eh~" Stelle was overjoyed, responding immediately.
"Mommy~"
"Eh..."
Rumble!
At that moment, a loud crash came from the ceiling of the internet cafe booth. A silver mecha descended from above into the room, with two people still hanging from its feet.
—"Stelle! I really need to keep you in check—you two are getting pretty fancy with your play!"
Firefly rushed up to the dumbfounded Stelle, hands under the latter's armpits, picking her up from the seat like a little raccoon: "No excuses—I heard everything just now!"
Stelle: "Your entrance is way too abrupt!"
March 7th: "Not abrupt at all! Stelle, if you want to hear that title, we can call you that too, but... but you absolutely can't stray off the path because of it! Come on, home with us!"
On the other side, the sibling birds were also in heated confrontation.
Robin's stunningly beautiful face was now shrouded in gloom, her smile carrying an extremely dangerous aura. "Brother, didn't you say you were just going out today to hand over corporation work?"
"Didn't you promise me you'd never secretly have private dealings with other women behind my back?"
"Didn't we agree that we're the closest to each other? Why? Why deceive me?"
"Have I already become just like an ordinary woman in your heart? Brother, you've hurt my heart too much..."
"Gulp..."
Sunday watched as Robin drew closer and closer, shakily swallowing saliva, his body leaning back continuously, trying to distance himself from her. Here it comes again—this familiar scene...
Ever since childhood, whenever Sunday had any interaction with the opposite sex, Robin would show this expression. Clearly, the smile on her face was so sweet, clearly her voice was so gentle, but it gave Sunday a near-suffocating sense of oppression.
Damn it, why... why did things turn out like this?
Clearly, Robin was so normal at the beginning, but why later did she have to interfere and control him so much?!
Why was Robin so obsessed with him? He was like a little bird carefully protected by Robin—peaceful, yes, but locked in a cage.
Now, with great difficulty, a beam of light had shone in from outside the cage. He... couldn't just sit and wait for the light to be taken away!
He had to resist, resist Robin's control!
With that thought, Sunday took a deep breath: "Robin! To tell you the truth..."
"I! Do have private dealings with Stelle! I did sneak out to play with Stelle behind your back!"
"What about it?!"