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October 14, 2037 (Today)

▽Ninth Apostle Supertopic

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Ninth Heaven 2037/10/14 17:18:20

–Wuwu, I’ve rewatched every public video of Brother Nine at least twenty times already…

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Julialili 2037/10/14 17:18:54

–If he doesn’t appear soon, I’ll truly be starved for content, wuwuwu!

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TestTubeBrush 2037/10/14 17:21:12

–Sigh…

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CyanChomi 2037/10/14 17:21:47

–@TestTubeBrush Mrs. Test Tube, why the sighing?

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TestTubeBrush 2037/10/14 17:22:31

–I’ve told you before, I don’t like being @-mentioned… Never mind, it’s just that I have some annoying things on my mind today.

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Treasure Boy’s Little Coral 2037/10/14 17:23:05

–Why don’t you tell us, sisters?

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TestTubeBrush 2037/10/14 17:24:41

–I encountered a strange woman while on a business trip, and she completely ruined my mood.

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Nine-Leaf Clover ☆ Only Love Lord Corvus Archia Lupercal 2037/10/14 17:26:08

–What made her so strange?

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TestTubeBrush 2037/10/14 17:26:42

–She was incredibly outspoken, utterly shameless, and completely oblivious to the mood.

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Wandering Stars 2037/10/14 17:27:55

–@TestTubeBrush There are people like that?

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Heartbeat Kiss❤ 2037/10/14 17:28:27

–My younger cousin is exactly that despicable, so annoying.

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TestTubeBrush 2037/10/14 17:29:03

–@Wandering Stars Why are you still here…? Also, I already said not to @-mention me.

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Wandering Stars 2037/10/14 17:30:32

–I’m sorry, I just wanted to check on you. Actually, I also met a very annoying woman today.

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DatianShunmie 2037/10/14 17:31:29

–@Wandering Stars You too?

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Wandering Stars 2037/10/14 17:32:43

–@DatianShunmie Just the arrogant, conceited type, a rich girl who thinks the world revolves around her.

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CyanChomi 2037/10/14 17:34:03

–@Wandering Stars That’s truly awful, haha. I can’t stand people like that.

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TestTubeBrush 2037/10/14 17:34:29

–Women like that either haven’t experienced the hardships of life, or they’re just completely insane. Just ignore them.

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Wandering Stars 2037/10/14 17:35:11

–Thanks (･ω･)ﾉ Hearing you say that makes me feel better~~ The strange woman you met must also have something wrong with her mind, don’t worry too much about it, being happy is what matters most!

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TestTubeBrush 2037/10/14 17:35:38

–Yes, yes, being happy is the most important thing. Thanks!

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Wandering Stars 2037/10/14 17:36:14

–@TestTubeBrush No problem!

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TestTubeBrush 2037/10/14 17:36:55

–@Wandering Stars How many times have I told you not to @-mention me!!

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‘It seems there are quite a few passionate people online…’

Aimira Milala (ID: Wandering Stars) swiped on her phone, giving a thumbs-up to the user named TestTubeBrush.

To encounter annoying women on the same day—perhaps that was a kind of fate?

“So, you came all the way to my house just to browse Weibo?”

The man retrieved a bottle of iced soy milk from the refrigerator, placing it before Aimira Milala with a gesture of invitation.

“Ah, thank you very much!”

Such a simple, polite gesture of thoughtfulness was enough to make Aimira Milala’s cheeks flush.

She hastily put down her phone, picked up the bottle, and took a large gulp.

Then, deeming it somewhat unladylike, she switched to holding the bottle with both hands, sipping slowly.

The icy cold drink was incredibly refreshing.

“Ha…”

The man, using ‘Kos Blavin’ as a temporary name, leaned back in his chair, watching her with a wry smile.

His gaze held a hint of helplessness, yet also… indulgence?

“I suddenly feel…”

“Feel what?”

“If I look closely, you… are still just a young girl, aren’t you?”

“Eh? Eh?”

“Your dressing style is very mature, but…”

The man pointed at her face, but realizing it was impolite, he lowered his hand.

The style of your earrings, the way you groom your eyebrows, the shape of your bangs… it’s clear you try to doll yourself up according to fashion magazines, but you’re still a little unskilled, aren’t you?

The nail polish you use and this adorable pink phone case are further proof.

“Eh…”

Aimira Milala’s face flushed even deeper.

Her blush wasn’t due to him exposing her ‘child pretending to be an adult’ facade.

Instead, it stemmed from the thrilling realization that ‘the person she idolized was scrutinizing her with such close attention’.

Though she tried to maintain her composure, her heart was already a tumultuous mess.

Despite her diligent efforts, which had made her a civil servant at the tender age of sixteen, she had never truly considered what to do after finally finding the Ninth Apostle.

Should she report him to the committee? Publicize his information? Use it to threaten him?

Aimira Milala hadn’t contemplated any of these possibilities.

For her, merely meeting her idol was enough to fill her with profound satisfaction.

To ask for more would surely invite divine retribution, wouldn’t it?

“Speaking of which, you and that Jadette fellow…”

“Rest assured, I absolutely did not mention your name… However, the fact that you appeared here was almost entirely her own deduction. There was nothing I could do about it, and she’s likely planning to stay here for a while to continue her investigation.”

“It’s fine. I’m just thankful you didn’t expose me.”

The man took a sip of iced soy milk, savoring the cool, slightly sweet liquid as it flowed down his throat.

A drop of soy milk trickling from the corner of his lips held an inexplicable allure.

“You… seem to not get along well with Lady Jadette?”

“…I suppose you could say we don’t get along? She’s always disliked me, and we occasionally argue.”

“What’s more, she acts so noble and elegant in front of others, but with me, her terrible personality and sharp tongue are on full display.”

“For her to be willing to show her ‘terrible’ side in front of you, doesn’t that, in turn, signify a form of trust?”

“…………Perhaps.”

The man seemed to recall some past memory, shaking his head with a bitter smile before his gaze returned to Aimira Milala.

“Let’s not talk about her for now… How should I put this… Regarding what happened earlier today, though your actions were a bit irrational, I still must thank you.”

He stood and bowed deeply to her.

“Ah—what are you doing!?”

“Thank you for helping me deal with Jadette. To be honest… I currently have no desire to return to being an Apostle, nor do I wish to be discovered by my so-called wives. You’ve truly done me a great service.”

“Ah, ah, ah, eh, eh, eh, wuwuwu, I—I was merely acting on a sudden impulse—a spur-of-the-moment decision—You, you truly don’t need to be so formal!”

Aimira Milala waved her hands frantically.

Heavens, the supreme combat force of humanity, the apex of human society, the pinnacle of human power—an Apostle—was bowing to her.

Not even a head of state could ever enjoy such an honor; no mortal could possibly bear it.

“Regardless, the fact remains that you helped me. As a reward, I can grant your wish… as long as it’s not too outrageous.”

Such were his words.

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Oh, my.

This was precisely the kind of scenario that appeared in countless otome fanfictions starring Corvus Archia Lupercal.

It was an honor that millions of the Ninth Apostle’s fans could only dream of attaining.

‘Princess carry,’ ‘feeding,’ ‘kabedon,’ ‘beddon,’ ‘lap pillow,’ ‘bathing together’—countless essential elements from otome works flashed through Aimira Milala’s mind.

She quickly pinched her thigh under the table, forcing herself to calm down before her thoughts spiraled into R-18 territory.

This was despite the fact that her phone’s ehviewer download directory already had every category sorted, from essential oil massages to anal dilation, all readily available.

“So… what’s your answer? Do you have any wishes you’d like me to grant? Although I don’t have much material desire myself, making you instantly rich or letting you live for two or three hundred years is quite easy for me.”

“These are mere trifles for you, then…”

“Well… it might sound strange to say, but you did get the former Ninth Apostle to owe you a huge favor.”

“How could I possibly… Well then, let me think…”

Aimira Milala indeed had many wishes she wanted him to grant: noble ones, selfish ones, pure ones, and even sordid ones. But…

In the end, she followed her rationality.

She made the request ‘she ought to make’.

“There’s something I wish to understand, and I hope to ask you about it directly.”

“Huh? That’s your wish?” He seemed a little surprised.

“Yes, just a small question.”

“Alright, I’ll answer whatever I know to the best of my ability… Ah, except for classified matters, and don’t ask me why I’m no longer an Apostle.”

‘Why are you no longer an Apostle?’

Aimira Milala’s heart fluttered for a moment; this was precisely the question she had always been most curious about.

But she restrained herself.

“Then I’ll ask, okay?”

“Ask away.”

“Are you a virgin?”

“Uh…”

The man’s expression stiffened slightly.

It seemed to be a mix of embarrassment and helplessness. He wanted to reprimand her loudly, yet he couldn’t muster any anger.

“Why ask that…?”

“Didn’t you say I could ask anything? Or does this involve a major secret?”

“Not really… Alright, I surrender. I’m not a virgin… but I’ve only been with one woman in my life.”

What!?

This was truly sensational news, arguably the biggest gossip of the age.

It was enough to instantly dominate all streaming platforms and make every middle-aged woman’s loins itch with unbearable curiosity.

“But if you’re going to ask for details… I’m sorry, I truly can’t explain that.”

“Ah, it’s fine, that was just a joke to lighten the mood.”

“Are you messing with me!?”

“Then, may I formally ask my question now?”

“You still have more questions…?”

“Do you know Guan Ruoxi and the Night of the Hunt?”

“Where… the hell… did you… hear… those… two… things?”