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In the brightly lit room of Bochang's suite, Sophia had retreated into Pascal's belly due to the noise from their card game keeping her awake.
Inside this robot, Bochang prepared a small "cockpit" for Sophia, complete with a seat that could fold down as a bed and featuring soundproofing, ventilation, and other such enhancements.
This arrangement served two purposes...
Firstly, it provided Sophia with a place to stay.
Secondly, it allowed for control over the self-aware Pascal.
Within the tiny "cockpit," there was a button to shut down Pascal.
If the robot truly went rogue, as Svarog warned,
Sophia, being inside Pascal, could immediately shut him down.
Of course...
The most crucial aspect was the first reason.
Adding the shutdown button was merely a precautionary measure by Bochang. Given their capabilities, even if Pascal did lose control, they could effortlessly subdue him.
With Sophia inside Pascal, any potential turmoil could be easily prevented by simply shutting him down.
On another note...
As Stelle tugged at her collar, revealing a hint of fair skin, Bochang recalled a verse and couldn't help but softly recite it: "Breast aglow with lamplight like blessed snow, eyes half-lidded amidst peach-blossom blush, tipsy from wine."
"Beautiful poem! Beautiful... Bochang ...another line... come on..." Suddenly, March 7th propped herself up while lying sideways, her gaze hazy as she looked at Bochang. After uttering these words, she collapsed back onto the bed with a thud, her lovely head resting against the soft mattress, exhaling faint wisps of white breath.
Perhaps due to excessive drinking, the pink-haired girl's closed eyes were accompanied by a slight protrusion of her pink, delicate tongue.
The scent of alcohol permeated the room, mixed with heavy pheromones.
Gazing at March 7th's flushed face and seductive demeanor, Bochang paused momentarily before saying, "Drunk..."
Just as he began to speak,
Stelle lunged from the side, pinning Bochang beneath her.
The startled black-haired youth was about to protest when he noticed Stelle's eyes were closed. She lay atop him with flushed cheeks, her soft and warm body gently rising and falling while mumbling incomprehensibly.
He lightly pushed her twice but realized his strength seemed diminished, unable to move her at all.
The effects of alcohol continuously washed over his mind, making the room feel like it was spinning uncontrollably, as if on the verge of collapse.
It wasn't just March 7th who had drunk too much; Bochang and Stelle were similarly intoxicated.
The best evidence lay nearby - a dozen or so empty bottles scattered haphazardly around them.
Moreover, they hadn't consumed any substantial food, causing the high-proof liquor to be quickly absorbed into their systems.
While seated earlier, Bochang could still manage somewhat, but after being pinned down by Stelle, he found himself completely unable to get up.
"Never mind... I guess...I should just sleep now... Deal with it later," Bochang murmured, feeling the numbness spread through his body.
Feeling his body numb, Bochang surrendered to the drowsiness.
The three of them lay on the bed, fast asleep.
Pascal glanced at them briefly before silently starting to clean the room. Eventually, he turned off the lights and stationed himself outside the door as a guard.
Two hours swiftly passed by.
Bochang's eyes fluttered open once again.
Much of the alcohol's effects had worn off, and sensation gradually returned to his limbs.
Sometime during their slumber, both Stelle and March 7th had embraced him. On his left was Stelle, and on his right, March 7th. Each held one of Bochang's arms close, resting their heads against his shoulders.
"What a surreal moment... like reaching the pinnacle of life..."
Bathed in the faint light from the window, Bochang could clearly see the delicate, snow-like skin of Stelle and March 7th, still flushed with a rosy hue. Their exquisite faces each possessed unique charm, truly captivating to behold.
Unguarded beside him, their enticing bodies occasionally shifted, creating subtle friction through their clothing...
Swallowing hard, Bochang felt his trousers stirring uncontrollably at this moment.
Just as if fate were teasing him, March 7th draped her leg over Bochang's waist, with her knee nearly touching...
[Dating Options activated.]
[Option 1: As a brute, pouncing on March 7th is perfectly normal — Completion Reward: Double Big Booty from Stelle and March 7th.]
[Option 2: As a brute, pouncing on Stelle is also quite natural — Completion Reward: Being abducted by the Stellaron Hunters.]
[Option 3: As a true beast, taking both down simultaneously is the ultimate choice — Completion Reward: Being abducted by the Stellaron Hunters.]
[Option 4: As someone less than a brute, I can quietly sleep until morning — Completion Reward: 100% increase in mental energy.]
[Option Five: As someone worse than a brute, going outside to cool down and regain composure is also a viable choice—Completion Reward: Obtain a random item, ranging from a matchstick to a star destroyer. Note: Such items will...]
With a tearful glance at the options, Bochang reluctantly chose the fourth one.
Feeling the occasional subtle movements of the two girls beside him, Bochang simply couldn't fall asleep.
And so he waited... waited... waited...
Until the sound of his phone ringing finally woke up March 7th and Stelle.
Upon seeing Bochang, their eyes widened slightly. March 7th released her embrace around the other girl, placed a hand on her chest, and sat up, asking, "Why am I sleeping here?"
"Last night, someone who claimed they could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk ended up intoxicated, that's all," Bochang replied calmly.
Stelle rubbed her eyes.
"Good morning... Bochang..."
"Isn't it time to say good morning now?" March 7th scratched her hair and exclaimed, "Stelle, can you focus on the main issue?! We spent the entire night sleeping with him..."
"So what if we slept here for one night?" Stelle slowly sat up, yawning. Her slightly oversized clothing draped loosely, revealing her slender shoulders and delicate collarbones.
March 7th opened her mouth but momentarily didn't know how to respond.
The pink-haired girl sitting on the bed composed herself, realizing that discussing this topic with Stelle was utterly futile.
Memories of last night's events gradually returned to her.
March 7th glanced at Stelle's clothes and then examined her own attire.
"But... Bochang, you seem quite well-behaved. Surprisingly, you didn't do anything last night."
For some reason...
Bochang felt a hint of disappointment in her tone.
Recalling that March 7th had even prepared wine inside Pascal's stomach beforehand, it became clear...
March 7th did this intentionally.
"But why hit me if you planned it all along?! Shouldn't you have at least pretended to resist...?"
"I was drunk too." Bochang sat up, rubbing his head. "What could I possibly do? Come to think of it... That wine wasn't ordinary, was it..."
"It seems it's a strong specialty from Belobog."
March 7th tapped her chin thoughtfully.
The corner of Bochang's mouth twitched slightly as he said, "Alright then... we can't play such games again in the future."
"I actually found it quite interesting, though maybe we should try something different next time," Stelle tilted her head.
March 7th gently touched her slightly flushed cheeks.
"Actually... doing it once more isn't entirely out of the question, since Bochang is a true gentleman, right?"
With a composed expression, Bochang replied, "I'm not a gentleman; I'm worse than a beast."