Before I could ponder further, Lavishly Karafar tugged at my arm. “It’s rare we have no classes today. Shall we go explore the academy?”
As an ultimate shut-in who had holed herself up for four years, terrified of human interaction, it was a rare chance to be with someone who didn’t frighten her. Naturally, she wanted to explore thoroughly.
Thus, I nodded in agreement.
She called out to Xilinka, who was reading by the window, “Care to join us for a stroll?”
Xilinka pondered for a moment, then shook her head. “This afternoon, I need to watch Senior Diska and Senior Desa’s combat techniques.”
Lavishly Karafar hummed in acknowledgement, thinking for a bit before turning to me. “How about we also go observe their combat techniques? After all, don’t you have little concept of divine battles?”
I agreed with her point. ‘However, it wasn’t just divine battles I lacked concept of; it was any form of combat outside of games.’
Lavishly Karafar then addressed Xilinka again. “We’re also going to watch the combat techniques. Would you like to grab a meal together beforehand, then go?”
Xilinka closed her book and nodded. She turned and returned to her room to change.
Mifeier was perched on the window, intently gazing at a small pot of blue flowers on the sill.
Only when Lavishly Karafar informed her they were going out did she retract her gaze, slowly hopping down from the sill, and heading back to her room to change as well.
Just then, I suddenly remembered Liu Han. I rushed back to my room, retrieving a pile of ‘junk’ from my personal space.
Indeed, those items seemed utterly out of place in this room, but I only took out the computer desk and its accompanying equipment.
Plugging in the wireless network card, I pulled out the so-called ‘Moe God Grimoire’.
After searching through it for a long time, I found it: the divine art capable of ignoring energy types, forcefully operating objects, yet ineffective on living beings.
[Divine Art: Chapter of Machinery – Operate]
The computer booted up quickly and normally. And the network could connect? ‘I couldn’t help but marvel once more at the wonders of the Divine Realm.’
Lavishly Karafar approached from behind, bending down to scrutinize it closely. After a moment of thought, she spoke, “Hmm… is this an item similar to a personal terminal, from the early stages of civilization?”
‘Early stages?’ I felt a pang of awkwardness. ‘But perhaps she was right; with billions of years of developmental history in the Divine Realm, a mere few tens of thousands of years for humanity was indeed insignificant.’
After a quick check confirmed everything was in order, I shut down the computer. ‘It seemed I could still stream in the future. I had to admit, I truly missed those few viewers in my live chat.’
Xilinka, now dressed, leaned against the doorway, watching us silently. I stood up and gently tugged on Lavishly Karafar. “Come on, let’s go out.”
Lavishly Karafar appraised me from head to toe for a moment. “You’re planning to go out dressed like that?”
“Is there a problem?” I glanced at my attire for the day: slim-fit black casual pants, a white shirt, black and white casual shoes, and my hair loosely tied back with a string. ‘There didn’t seem to be anything wrong with it.’
Lavishly Karafar mused for a bit. “Overall, your outfit is quite refreshing and stylish. However, such clothing still looks very odd in the Divine Realm. Moreover, a height of 145cm doesn’t quite suit this style of attire.”
‘Daily dose of criticism.’
Before I could react, Lavishly Karafar exchanged a look with Xilinka. Xilinka hesitated briefly, then nodded.
Just as I wondered what they were up to, Lavishly Karafar suddenly pounced, pinning me down.
‘However, I wasn’t some frail, easily-toppled little loli.’
As I tried to break free, a surge of immense force suddenly pressed down on me. Xilinka had joined in, pinning me further, making it impossible for me to move, already struggling to exert any strength while pressed beneath them.
Lavishly Karafar flashed a mischievous grin. “Good thing I called Xilinka, otherwise I definitely wouldn’t have been able to hold you down! Such a cute little loli, yet surprisingly strong. Don’t tell me you always dress like this.”
Under her gaze, I found myself lacking even the courage to lie. In a voice barely above a whisper, I replied, “Mostly… yes.”
With a soft chuckle, she swiftly stripped off my clothes. “This won’t do, you know. While I’m not entirely sure, those clothes are clearly not what a little girl like you should be wearing.”
Still pinned by Xilinka, my neck felt hot enough to snap. I struggled wildly, but pressed down as I was, I couldn’t muster any strength, only managing to twist my body in frustrated defiance.
Lavishly Karafar walked over to the wardrobe in my room, the one brought in by my so-called divine servants. “Eh, don’t you have cute clothes? Why wear something that looks so suitable for boys?”
A moment later, she straightened up, turning her head with a pink lace-trimmed dress in her left hand and a white off-the-shoulder silk top paired with tiny hot pants in her right. “Little Mengmeng, which set will you wear?”
As I twisted frantically, a glance at the two outfits in her hands intensified my struggles. ‘Though I wanted to protest her overly intimate endearment, both outfits were setting new records for sheer embarrassment.’
“Tsk, tsk,” Lavishly Karafar, holding the clothes, regarded my incessant wriggling with apparent exasperation. ‘She truly couldn’t understand why this little sister refused to wear such obviously cute outfits.’
“Very well then—” She flashed a smile.
[Divine Art: Lock]
A purple light array appeared above my head, spinning briefly before vanishing. Simultaneously, I ceased my thrashing, collapsing limply to the floor.
It wasn’t that I no longer wanted to struggle, nor that I lacked strength; rather, I had lost all control over my own body.
Xilinka dismounted from me, tidying her slightly disheveled light armor. As for me, I was drenched in sweat, my clothes stripped away, and even my underwear was barely performing its duty after my recent struggles.
Lavishly Karafar scrutinized me for a moment, her gaze making my skin crawl. ‘This humiliating scenario – lying disheveled and powerless on the floor, stared at by another girl – sent a wave of shame threatening to overwhelm my mind. Was I about to become… strange?’
Lavishly Karafar shifted her attention to the clothes. ‘Noticing her gaze move, I let out a tiny sigh of relief. If this continued, I would definitely break…’
However, her next words immediately tensed my relaxed nerves. “Indeed, for a cute girl like Little Mengmeng, a pink lace dress is the most suitable, isn’t it? Come on, Little Mengmeng, won’t you wear it?”
Realizing the restraint on my mouth had been lifted, I hastily refused. “Absolutely not! Anything but that! The other one is fine, just not this one!”
Lavishly Karafar shook her head. “You’re really not being obedient, are you? It seems I’ll have to dress you myself~”
Hearing this, I panicked. “No! I’ll wear it! I’ll put it on myself, okay?” As I spoke, my gaze darted to Xilinka, who was leaning against the wall.
“Too late,” Lavishly Karafar chuckled, slowly approaching me. Xilinka, noticing my desperate gaze, turned her head away, signaling her helplessness.
‘I was doomed…’
“Let’s go.” A short while later, a blushing me stood at the doorway alongside a composed Xilinka and Lavishly Karafar. Lavishly Karafar spoke to Mifeier, who was eyeing me with open curiosity.
‘Just now, she claimed she was helping me dress, but her hands had roamed everywhere, to a degree that would almost require censorship.’
‘Recalling my reaction then, if there had been a crack in the floor, I would have certainly hidden myself within it.’
As Mifeier watched with a curious expression, Xilinka, who had been silent all this time, suddenly recalled the preceding events and, almost possessed, added a remark. “Adult matters, if spoken aloud, might corrupt young children.”
‘Hearing that, I couldn’t help but feel her response was a little… skewed.’