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"Eh! Eh eh eh!"
Inside Asta's room, the air was thick with the scent of sugar and the soft glow of fairy lights. Watching Asta slowly approach him with that resolute, burning gaze, Hiroshi couldn't help but retreat a few steps in alarm. His heel caught on the edge of the plush rug, and he accidentally tripped over the headboard behind him, falling flat onto Asta's large double bed.
Seeing this opening, Asta didn't hesitate. She leaned down, her fair palm pressing firmly against the mattress right next to his head, pinning him beneath her in a dominant kabedon.
Hiroshi's pupils constricted. Wait, is it the Charm ability again? he wondered frantically. No... that's not right! Asta said weeks ago she had a special gift for my birthday. She planned this long ago, before the ability could have spiked. This is... she's being sincere.
Panic warred with a rising warmth in his chest. Do I like Asta? She's the person who treats me best besides Madam Herta. I'm happy when I'm with her... but she's the young miss of the IPC. And me? Even with the system, I'm just a staffer...
Seeing his hesitation and the way he looked away, Asta felt as if her heart had been struck by lightning. A massive sense of loss welled up in her soul. Could it be... that Brother Hiroshi actually doesn't like me... Her eyes grew red, and a faint glint of tears reflected the dim light.
"Brother Hiroshi... are you unwilling?" she whispered, her voice trembling.
Seeing her heartbreak, Hiroshi's own chest felt a sharp sting. He couldn't stand to see her like this. "No... it's not like that, Station Master Asta! You... you treat me so well. It's just... you're the young miss of the Corporation, while I'm just—"
Before he could finish, Asta's index finger fell upon his lips, silencing him. She slowly shook her head, her gaze filled with an overflowing love that transcended status.
"Brother Hiroshi doesn't need to care about those things," she said softly. "You only need to tell me if you're willing or unwilling. That's all that matters to me... What is your answer?"
Hiroshi looked into her eyes and saw a galaxy of devotion. If she's willing to cast aside everything for me, how can I keep running away? With the system, I'll earn a status that matches hers soon enough.
"Then I... I won't resist anymore," he whispered.
Asta's face lit up with a smile that could outshine any star he had found for her. "Well said, Brother Hiroshi. Then next... let me taste just how sweet your cream-covered little mouth really is!"
"Mgh!!!"
Asta dominantly sealed his mouth with hers. This time, Hiroshi didn't pull away. He closed his eyes, his hands tentatively reaching up to embrace her, allowing her to take what she wanted. Like peeling a delicate egg, the layers of hesitation fell away, leaving only the raw, tender reality of their feelings.
After a while, the two of them lay entangled and exhausted. Asta buried her flushed face in the quilt, peeking out with one shy eye to look at him. Her heart was still thumping like a trapped bird. She had been terrified he would reject her, but now, having given her most precious thing to the person she loved most, she felt a profound, sweet happiness. Brother Hiroshi is truly like cotton candy...
"Station Master Asta, I will definitely obtain a status that matches yours!" Hiroshi's sudden, determined declaration broke the silence.
Asta gave a wry, loving smile, her hand gently caressing his face. "Ran-bao, at a time like this, what did I tell you to call me?"
Hiroshi's cheeks turned a deeper shade of red. He spoke in a voice as quiet as a mosquito. "Da... Da-bao..."
Hearing the nickname, Asta couldn't help herself. She pulled him into her chest, giving him a face-to-chest embrace. "Heehee! That sounded so nice! I believe in you, Hiroshi. Just like your training with Arlan—you changed yourself through your own effort. I know you can do it!"
Hiroshi's body stiffened in her warmth, his resolve hardening. "Yeah! I swear!"
Just then, Hiroshi's phone vibrated. It was a message from Herta.
Madam Herta: I need to use the lab for some things today. Come back a bit later.
"Hmm? Whose message is it?" Asta asked, pulling back slightly.
"It's Madam Herta... she told me to stay away for a while longer," Hiroshi answered honestly.
A mischievous, predatory smile curved Asta's lips. She immediately flipped over, pressing him back down into the pillows. "Then that's perfect. In the time we have left... let's savor this one more time."
Meanwhile, on the other side of the station, Madam Herta was looking gloomily at a pile of charred, black remains and a kitchen covered in blast marks.
Knowing it was Hiroshi's birthday, she had wanted to hand-make a cake to surprise him. But the genius of the century was finding that a simple sponge cake was more difficult than deciphering the secrets of the Aeons. She had failed repeatedly and nearly leveled the kitchen twice.
She massaged her forehead, letting out a frustrated sigh. I don't remember how many times this has been. As expected... I'm not good at cooking. But I am a genius! I must succeed before that little fellow returns!
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