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“Who?! Who is speaking?!”
The sudden intrusion of that voice sent a jolt of alarm through everyone present. After all, they had deliberately chosen the high school rooftop for their discussion, immediately after the summer break commenced, precisely because it was a place where they believed no one would venture. While nearly a hundred of St. Lian Academy’s six hundred-plus students remained on campus even during the holidays, and many among them were keen on sports, they invariably gravitated towards the more spacious and air-conditioned indoor gymnasium, never the exposed rooftop court.
“Is that you?!”
Turning to face the speaker, Shirley instinctively rubbed her eyes in disbelief. The newcomer, undeniably a girl, was not clad in the academy’s standard uniform of a light yellow shirt with a tie and a green plaid skirt. Instead, she wore a dark, Lolita-style dress. Most strikingly, a magnificent pair of white feathered wings unfurled from her back!
[Harmless Miss Salome]
‘This, this, this… wasn’t this the very girl she had glimpsed earlier, amidst the ruins of the abandoned factory?!’
‘No, it couldn’t be… Absolutely not… Something was fundamentally amiss!’ Shirley’s thoughts raced. St. Lian Academy, a prestigious and secluded private aristocratic institution, ranked among the elite international schools. Consequently, external visitors were only granted entry upon presenting proper identification and receiving an official invitation. This girl, however, wore no such badge, nor did she resemble any of the school’s students.
“Little sister, who exactly are you?”
Alice, who moments before had been nuzzling Shirley’s thigh with the affection of a small puppy, rose to her feet, her voice brimming with curiosity. The girl, however, completely ignored her, her gaze remaining fixed intently upon Shirley.
“What is it, Mama? Are you perhaps terribly surprised to encounter me here?”
Even as the girl offered a sweet, saccharine smile, Shirley was overcome by a chilling dread that crept icily down her spine.
“Um… little sister. I’m truly sorry, but I don’t recall ever meeting you…”
“Don’t—know—me? Mama, are you truly jesting?”
The girl’s sweet smile instantly fractured, replaced by an expression of cold, incandescent fury. Simultaneously, Shirley became aware of a vast, peculiar expanse of black cloud coiling ominously in the distant sky. Having already swallowed a significant portion of the abandoned factory, it was now steadily advancing towards the academy. Naturally, Shirley found herself far too preoccupied to contemplate the meaning of this strange phenomenon.
“I genuinely do not know you,” Shirley stated with unwavering conviction, having once again scoured the depths of her memory.
“Hmph! Heh hahahahahahaha—”
The winged girl suddenly erupted into a shrill, hysterical peal of laughter. “Mama, my dearest—most beloved—Mama! Do you have any inkling of how desperately my sisters and I have yearned for you over these past three years?! Ever since your vanishing from St. Til City, how profoundly we have longed to convey our love, just as you once cherished us?! Why, why are you so quick to spurn our affections?!”
“Wait a moment, little sister, what exactly did you call Shirley-同学?”
Following their initial shock, Ji Bingyao and the others finally registered the peculiar exchange.
“Ah, it appears you are Mama’s latest batch of prey… no, I mean, friends, aren’t you?”
The winged girl’s face was stretched into a sneer of utter contempt. “Indeed, I am Mama’s—that is, your ‘Shirley-同学’s—second daughter. You may address me as Salome.”
“Are you serious?! Listen, kid, you can eat whatever you want, but you can’t just spout nonsense,” Shijō Yurizumi declared, hands planted firmly on her hips. “I’m well aware that many creepy, perverted otaku fantasize about ‘loli-mamas’ and such, but you’re still too young to let such depraved ideas corrupt your innocent mind… Hmm, though, now that I look closer, you and Shirley-同学 *do* bear a striking resemblance…”
‘More than merely a passing resemblance?’ Shirley mused, a knot of unease tightening in her stomach. During their initial encounter with the winged girl, the distance had prevented Shirley from discerning her features clearly. Now, however, she finally registered the undeniable truth: setting aside the seemingly ornamental wings on her back, and imagining her hair a slightly darker shade, this girl, who proclaimed herself Salome, was quite simply a miniature version of Shirley herself!
Naturally, while “a smaller version” was apt, Salome was not drastically younger than Shirley. Shirley herself was rather “petite” among high school girls, her height barely scraping 1.5 meters. Salome’s head reached approximately the level of Shirley’s eyes, giving her the appearance of being somewhere between an upper elementary student and a middle schooler. If they were to walk hand-in-hand, no one would likely mistake them for mother and daughter, but the probability of them being perceived as close sisters was quite high.
‘Could it truly be that this girl shared some profound connection with her?’
“You still doubt me? Here, take this—a genetic identification report. My body carries Mama’s genetic material, a fact utterly beyond dispute,” Salome declared, her voice laced with a cold sneer, as she produced a document and tossed it towards Yurizumi. The latter, alongside Ji Bingyao and Alice, immediately unfurled the papers, their expressions a blend of astonishment and profound bewilderment as they quickly scanned its contents.
Then, to Shirley’s growing apprehension, she observed a drastic shift in the trio’s expressions.
“Hey, Shirley-同学! Wh-who exactly is the child’s father?!”
Ji Bingyao was now panting raggedly, much like an enraged beast, her hands balled tightly into formidable fists. Shirley couldn’t help but wonder if, at that very moment, Ji Bingyao could effortlessly crush a walnut if one were placed within her grasp.
“Oh, Father? He was executed by firing squad, you see.”
The winged girl delivered this chilling answer with a serene smile, prompting a collective sigh of relief from everyone present… everyone, that is, except for Shirley. “Hey, hey, hey! How can you possibly believe such a thing?! I’m only seventeen years old! How could I possibly have a daughter this grown-up?!”
“Well… if it’s *you*, Shirley, we somehow can’t help but feel that it just might be true,” Ji Bingyao admitted, shrugging her shoulders with a noncommittal expression. “After all, you possess an uncanny knack for charming everyone around you without even trying…”
“But I simply *cannot* have a daughter this old! It’s physiologically impossible!”
“Clap, clap, clap, clap.”
Just as Shirley’s indignant cries reached a fever pitch, Salome abruptly began to applaud, cutting short her impassioned rebuttal.
“Ah, truly, Mama, your acting remains as exquisite as ever. It’s no wonder you can so deftly manipulate these new ‘friends’ in the palm of your hand, much like a shepherd playing with a flock of lambs destined for slaughter!” The winged girl offered a laugh of unsettling innocence, reminiscent of a joyous cherub from a church fresco. “I recall, back then, Mama, you told me a similar tale. You claimed Father had ‘resigned’ from the research institute—but I never once suspected that your ‘resignation’ actually entailed taking a 9mm pistol bullet to the forehead before being unceremoniously shoved into a crematorium.”
“Hmm… if this isn’t some elaborate prank show, then there must surely be a profound misunderstanding,” Alice, Shijō Yurizumi, and Ji Bingyao, who moments before had been utterly bewildered, now found their voices. “Salome-同学, you must be gravely mistaken! For the past three years, Shirley has been a student at St. Lian Girls’ Academy, attending the same grade as us! While we may not have been in the exact same class, we can unequivocally vouch that she has never, under any circumstances, visited a ‘research institute’!”
“Indeed, that holds true for the past three years,” Salome conceded with a nod. “But what of the time before that? Has your seemingly innocent, charming, and pure-as-a-daisy Shirley-同学 ever disclosed to you her whereabouts three years ago? What precisely she was doing? Or offered you any pertinent clues whatsoever?! Has she?”
“Hmm…”
“Uh…”
“Well…”
“It seems she really hasn’t…”
The members of the “Pink FM” band now found themselves exchanging bewildered glances. St. Lian Girls’ Academy, an international school offering a fourteen-year integrated curriculum from kindergarten through high school, was home to students from remarkably diverse and complex family backgrounds. Its student body comprised children of senior technical experts working internationally, foreign scholars, professional managers, and financially independent artists, alongside the offspring of bureaucrats and foreign diplomats. For a multitude of reasons, many of these families harbored a strong desire for discretion regarding their personal histories. Consequently, a silent, unspoken agreement had long since solidified within the school: “Never pry into a classmate’s past.”
Precisely because of this prevailing custom, they, who had only formed a band with Shirley the previous semester, possessed absolutely no knowledge of the past of their classmate—a girl whose popularity had reached an almost supernatural, ‘demonic’ level.
“What a truly pathetic collection of fools,” Salome drawled, clicking her tongue before raising a slender, stick-like object. Initially, Shirley mistook it for a cheap, whimsical wand from a magical girl cosplay set. However, a moment later, she realized with a jolt that it was, in fact, a scalpel-like blade, housed within a semi-transparent sheath. The very tip of this sheath was adorned with a delicate, star-shaped embellishment.
“Alas, given the current circumstances, Mama, I presume you’re still disinclined to acknowledge me, are you?”
As Salome uttered these words, Shirley noticed the ominous cloud surrounding the school had visibly thickened, with faint, unsettling streaks of lightning now discernible within the swirling mist—despite the day’s weather forecast having made no mention of thunderstorms. “Never mind. The time is almost at hand. Soon, Mama, you will personally witness the grand performance I have orchestrated just for you… And then, I am quite eager to observe the expression on your face.”
“I… I…” Shirley found herself utterly bewildered. While a peculiar sense of familiarity had indeed stirred within her the instant she first laid eyes on Salome, she genuinely could not recall a single thing!
“It’s quite alright, dearest Mama. You need not prolong this performance any further. In any case, the ‘Gate’ is already on the verge of activation. Allow your most beloved daughter to present you with a gift brimming with pure affection!”
Having delivered this pronouncement, Salome abruptly executed a startling maneuver: she plunged into Shirley’s embrace with the swiftness of a weasel pouncing on its prey, her delicate arms encircling Shirley’s body. Before Shirley could even utter a word to question this sudden action, Salome had already pressed her own lips against Shirley’s, effectively sealing them.
The small loli’s lips were warm and exquisitely soft, sweet as a piece of QQ candy gently warmed in the hand. Unfortunately, Shirley had no time to savor the sensation before a sharp, piercing pain erupted. After Salome’s tiny tongue deftly pried open Shirley’s teeth, something unexpectedly sharp suddenly emerged from beneath Salome’s tongue tip, plunging into Shirley’s oral mucosa. Immediately thereafter, a peculiar agony, accompanied by an equally unsettling heat, began to propagate throughout Shirley’s body, akin to a scorching, miniature serpent thrashing wildly within her.
“It hurts, it hurts, it hurts… Wh-what have you done?”
“Soon, you will know, you see,” Salome said, releasing the feverish Shirley and sneering coldly. At this very moment, the lightning-laced cloud had already surged over the academy’s outer wall. The grating cicada chirps had long since fallen silent, and a howling wind now swiftly swept away the previous oppressive heat. “Mama, just as you loved us in the past, so shall we love you. Until then, you absolutely must not die prematurely, alright?”
This was the final utterance Shirley registered before succumbing to unconsciousness. Thereafter, she perceived only a sensation of the entire world plummeting into an abyss…