I Know Why She’s So Skilled

The possessed Saber didn’t hear a word Yukino said, still muttering to herself in a demonic loop, “Vexing little minx… homeless man… vexing little minx… homeless man… vexing little minx… homeless man… You homeless man, you vexing little minx!!”

What on earth are you even talking about?!! Your brain has clearly blue-screened!

Suddenly, a crisp smack shattered the clamor, and Saber instantly snapped out of it, her eyes clearing as if a curse had been lifted.

The sound that brought Saber back from her possession came from Yukino’s slender little hand.

She had, without mercy, as if in retaliation, with a force devoid of all benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and integrity, given Saber a firm slap on the area below her waist and above her legs. Just like the blonde girl had done to her earlier, but even harder.

The stream’s camera didn’t catch this scene, but my eyes recorded it firmly—that magnificent sight, rippling and trembling like the surface of water after being struck by a meteor.

Saber’s emerald-green eyes widened, bit by bit, as she cast an incredulous gaze at Yukino, who was looking at her own palm as if savoring the aftershock of the impact.

Saber couldn’t believe that Yukino was capable of such a shameless, surprise attack!

She glared at Yukino and roared, “Not hard enough! Do it again!”

“Huh?!” Yukino was completely bewildered. “So you took that slap as a reward? You pervert!”

Yukino’s scolding finally seemed to wake Saber up. She froze for a moment, then slowly let her angry expression recede, returning to her usual calm, tough-guy demeanor.

Saber sighed softly, scratched her hair, and said apologetically, “Sorry, I got too excited just now. You know, I’ve been single all this time, so… I got a little impatient.”

Even if you’re impatient, you can’t always be thinking about going after a ghost, I thought. But out of brotherly solidarity, I comforted her, “It’s okay Saber-chan, you can’t rush these things. You’re still young, so you have such a long single life ahead of you. If you can’t take it now, what will you do in the future?”

Saber was on the verge of tears. “What kind of comfort is that? Are you trying to apply a debuff on me?”

After I had calmed everyone’s emotions, we left the room and continued to explore the dark corridor ahead.

I glanced at the comments in the stream. All sorts of theories were scrolling by like crazy:

[I just want to know if this is staged or not. If it’s not staged, shouldn’t we call the police?]

[Even if it’s not staged, we can’t call the police now. Not even the streamers themselves can.]

[That’s right, just based on a piece of paper, some hair, and fingernails, you can’t actually prove anything happened here. There’s a high chance the police won’t even bother.]

[I’m actually curious how that video of the influencer-faced girl bullying the round-faced girl was inserted into the stream.]

[I’m curious too. The streamer is using a phone. Is there any way to seamlessly insert a video into a live stream on a phone?]

[You probably can’t do it on your own with a phone, unless it’s a staff member from Tw*tch doing it in the background.]

[Staff intervention? That’s not very likely. The platform wouldn’t risk it.]

[There’s another possibility, which is that what we’re watching isn’t a livestream at all. From the moment the stream went online, it was a pre-edited, post-produced video.]

[You mean we’re actually just watching a pre-recorded, finished video made to look like a livestream?]

I was speechless.

The imagination of these comments was way too wild.

To prove it was a livestream, I pointed the camera at my own delicate Kiriko-face and said in a very serious tone, “Dear viewers, we are indeed live, not some pre-recorded video. Likewise, we don’t have any props team or script. We are just as surprised by what’s happening.”

After speaking, I looked at the bullet comments again and saw them saying:

[To be honest, even what the streamer just said could have been pre-recorded.]

[Yeah, a sentence like that doesn’t really prove anything.]

I thought so too. So, to prove myself, I read the two bullet comments out loud. “I just saw two bullet comments. One said, [To be honest, even what the streamer just said could have been pre-recorded], and the other said, [Yeah, a sentence like that doesn’t really prove anything]. I’ve read the comments out loud, so that should prove we’re live, right?”

Then another bullet comment said:

[Those two bullet comments could have been sent by the streamer’s team.]

[That’s right. They could have pre-recorded the lines reading the comments in the video, and then when the video was about to play that part, the streamer’s team would send the corresponding comments, making it look like they were really reading the comments live.]

Are you all some kind of master detectives?? Your deduction skills are wasted here!

Helpless, I had to start reading out the number of online viewers. The number of viewers was now over a thousand and still growing. I read out the current number of online viewers several times, accurate to the single digit, as the number changed. That was something you couldn’t prepare in advance. Finally, the bullet comments were convinced that we were indeed live.

I had just breathed a sigh of relief when, because my attention was completely on the stream and I wasn’t watching where I was going, my foot kicked something hard. With a clang, my body instantly lost its balance and I fell forward uncontrollably.

Thinking that the stream and the phone were more important, with touching dedication, I held the phone high, disregarding my own safety, to prevent it from getting bumped or scratched.

I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth, already prepared for a loud and painful intimate encounter with the dusty floor. But something unexpected happened.

I didn’t feel any pain. I didn’t even fall completely. I just crashed into something soft and warm and was held tightly.

In an instant, a sudden sense of security broke through my defenses, flooding my system like a powerful healing potion.

I timidly raised my head and saw Exusiai’s handsome, pretty face. A warm, handsome smile hung on her lips. Her slender white arms, extending from her short sleeves, were wrapped tightly, tightly around me, holding me close in her lean yet still soft embrace.

To be honest, in all my life, as a boy, I had never been held so warmly when I was about to fall. In my short life, I had learned one truth: whenever a person falls, they will have a hard collision with the floor. And a person is never harder than the floor, unless they stop being a person.

Unexpectedly, this understanding of mine was shattered. Although I fell, what greeted me was not the ground, but the soft and intoxicating embrace of a handsome and pretty girl.

Exusiai, this guy, she was just too skilled…

I couldn’t resist this overwhelming skill. It was a high-level charm spell that I had no resistance to. I buried my head in her embrace, my breath lost in her apple-pie-like sweetness and softness.