The “Little Bull” Got Discouraged

I glanced at Aimira, who was lost in her beautiful fantasies, and sighed inwardly.

‘Could this girl really be deluding herself into thinking she’s the Ninth Apostle’s wife? A fan-girlfriend?’

‘Wake up, child,’ I thought. ‘You have no idea how difficult those ‘nominal wives’ were when I became an Apostle. If they truly got angry, any one of them could blast you to smithereens.’

“……Ah!”

“What’s wrong?”

Seeing her suddenly stop, I halted too, following her gaze.

It was a gigantic light screen suspended between the buildings. Everyone’s attention was drawn to it, focusing on the figure in the center.

At first glance, he appeared to be a young man, roughly my age or slightly older. He possessed a handsome face, perfectly aligned with Asian aesthetics, with clear features and a neat black hairstyle.

Two metallic implants, resembling tear tracks, adorned his pale face. Dressed in a crisp, light gray suit, he exuded the aura of a societal elite from head to toe. Behind him, a backdrop displayed a four-leaf clover emblem formed by four WLAN signals—the insignia of Starry Night City.

Beside him stood rows of electronic androids, each beaming with a confident smile.

“Good morning, residents of Starry Night City.”

He spoke, his voice steady yet efficient, immediately captivating everyone’s attention.

“Today, we continue to thrive in this perfect city, preserving the purity of our hearts amidst a chaotic world, shining brightly for humanity’s beautiful future.”

“Whether you are a researcher in the towering spires, a programmer at your workstation, or a porter in a street-side shop, the door of opportunity is always open to you.”

“Remember, ‘change’ and ‘innovation’ are the unyielding tenets of Starry Night City. Frail flesh is merely a mental shackles; an unfulfilled soul is the very foundation of human evolution. We are destined to ascend to higher dimensions, stepping towards a brighter tomorrow.”

As his words concluded, the pedestrians instinctively began to applaud, even though this man and their lives were worlds apart. After all, he was the pride of all science-aligned residents, and people naturally supported him.

They were like those fools who cheered for and funded so-called national entrepreneurs they had no connection to, displaying a misplaced filial piety.

“Apostle… ah, ‘Kos,’ could this person possibly be…”

“Yes, it’s him. Sakuma… Hmph.”

He was Sakuma Ryoji, the Seventh Apostle, known as “Neon Glow,” and the leading figure of the human race’s science faction today.

His titles were countless: Cyber King, Soul of Steel, Great Sage, the Ever-Changing One… though I, too, possessed quite a few titles.

“He looks so young… almost the same age as you—as ‘you’?”

“You’re overthinking it. This isn’t his true appearance at all.”

“Eh?”

“From what I know, he’s nearly a hundred years old and abandoned his ‘flesh’ long ago.”

“Abandoned his flesh!? Doesn’t that make him… like a sub-space entity? A spiritual or energy life form?”

“Apparently, he transferred his consciousness into a storage medium. The image on the screen is just one of his many bodies.”

“How amazing…”

“Anyway, Senior Jiang Lan mentioned that Sakuma’s physical body was severely damaged six years ago during his great battle with the Fifth Venerable Lord of the Demon Race, Kustik, the ‘Apostate Monk.’ It was from that point that he conceived this bizarre idea…”

“As expected of Kustik, truly ferocious… (whispering)”

“Hmm? What did you say?”

“Ah, nothing, nothing. Please continue.”

“I don’t really understand the specifics of what happened to Sakuma, as I’m not close with him, but…”

“But?”

“It’s best not to get involved with him. Trust me.”

My mind wasn’t always sharp, but my intuition about people was consistently accurate.

For example, Aimira. Although I still harbored some mysterious reservations about her, I could feel that she bore me no ill will.

Sakuma, however, was different.

Even though my only interaction with him was a handshake at the First Apostle’s home, I’d harbored an inexplicable aversion to him ever since, subconsciously sensing that this guy was not someone to be trifled with.

I didn’t want to bring up old matters. My own affairs were one thing, but information about other Apostles—their abilities, hobbies, and daily habits—were all top secret and could not be revealed to outsiders, not even Aimira.

With that thought, I changed the subject.

“Speaking of which, I’ve been meaning to ask.”

“Please?”

“When you were divining for that hot girl, you said something like… ‘Go to school an hour early tomorrow, remove your hand prosthetics before leaving, and bring something soft like a towel.’ What was the meaning of that? Or was it just fortune teller’s jargon?”

“Ah, well, the divination actually showed that her new boyfriend was two-timing, seeing several other girls, and always arrived at school early to meet them.”

“……Why tell her to ‘remove her hand prosthetics before leaving’?”

“To prevent her from losing control and killing him if she caught him cheating.”

“…………And ‘bring something soft like a towel’?”

“To wipe her tears when she calmed down and started crying.”

“………………You might as well have just told her, ‘Your boyfriend is a scumbag.’”

“If I said it directly, I wouldn’t be a diviner.”

“That’s true, I suppose…………”

Aimira, you’re something else!

Our dwelling, roughly 60 square meters, was one of the many units in Starry Night City’s ubiquitous giant apartment buildings.

In other cities, apartment buildings over forty stories were considered quite tall, with each floor typically housing about ten units. However, Starry Night City’s giant apartment buildings were at least fifty stories high, with a minimum of forty units per floor and no upper limit.

Beyond ordinary residences, these buildings contained various shops, complex power generation facilities, and even small plantations. Essentially, a single building constituted a miniature society, capable of near self-sufficiency in everything except mineral resources.

We lived on the 65th floor of one such building. The public bus’s floating lane passed directly through a station on the 40th floor. After disembarking, a short elevator ride, a trek through a labyrinthine indoor market, and a climb up a safety stairwell led us to our home, sweet home.

The apartment featured cold marble floors, simple furniture—all metal except for the sofa—and thin metal partition walls. From the wall panels in the corners, power cords, network cables, ribbon cables, USB cables, and various other wires of unknown purpose sprawled out like seaweed.

This was Starry Night City’s standard cheap housing: cold, spartan, and dim, a typical example of high-tech, low-life living.

Yet, thanks to Aimira, the apartment, which had been as stark as a high-security prison, suddenly gained a lively atmosphere after her arrangements. Just a few cute trinkets and soft cushions brought about such a significant change; interior decorating truly was an art.

As always, she prepared a delicious meal. We sat at the dining table, chatting about the day’s various happenings. She remained enthusiastic, while I felt somewhat distracted.

Finally, noon arrived—our designated sleeping time. Like many in Starry Night City, we were nocturnal, sleeping through midday.

“Well, good night… or perhaps good afternoon? I’m off to bed.”

“Mm, good afternoon.”

Aimira, fresh from her shower, yawned as she entered her bedroom. Since the apartment only had one bedroom, she always slept there while I took the living room. If she needed to get up during the night, she would have to pass through the living room, so I had to be extremely careful.

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I held my breath in the darkness for a long time.

Then, I tiptoed to her bedroom door and pushed it open just a crack.

“Zzzzzzzzz…”

She was fast asleep, letting out adorable little snores. Her lotus-root-like arms, clutching the top edge of the blanket, looked like white fish in the darkness. Her smooth armpits appeared and disappeared in the neon glow from outside the window.

Her fair, tender feet playfully peeked out from beneath the blanket. She was sleeping without taking off her stirrup socks, which, regardless of comfort, captivated my gaze with an inexpressible sensuality.

The perfectly arched soles of her feet intertwined with the black stirrup socks, while her exposed toes and heels resembled newly polished jade. If an artist could capture this scene on canvas, it would surely become another prized treasure of the Louvre.

Seeing her in such a state, a smile involuntarily tugged at the corners of my lips.

‘Hehehe…’

After all, I was a man.

A young, healthy man, well-endowed and in peak physical condition.

Let me reiterate.

After all, I was a man.

And as a man, there were certain irresistible, inherent needs. With these desires reaching their peak, and a beautiful, defenseless girl sleeping soundly before me—complete with lovely armpits, stirrup socks, and hidden ample curves—how could I possibly endure?

Finally—

Finally—

Finally————

‘This girl is finally sound asleep!!!!! I can watch some spicy live streams as a side dish!!!! I haven’t had a release in a month!!!!!!’

With lightning speed and extreme gentleness, I closed her bedroom door. After confirming she made no sound, I retreated to the living room at light speed, opened the holographic projection device I had secretly bought, and connected it to my phone.

Instantly, a large logo radiating dazzling pink light appeared in the holographic image, emblazoned with the words “PornHobo” and a smaller line below: “Bringing excitement to your lonely nights~ Let us embark on a journey to sweet ecstasy~~”

‘Good! Successfully connected!!!’ I was overcome with wild joy! PornHobo, the largest adult website for all of humanity, every man’s haven, the embryo of human harmony! The surface zone (also known as the Bilibili Dance Zone) was already incredibly stimulating, and the inner zone (also known as Tumblr Light) was full of surprises!

Moreover, with a special pass, one could enter the inner-inner zone, watching 360-degree views of humanity’s hottest adult streamers doing all sorts of things! The pass wasn’t cheap, had age restrictions, and each pass only granted access to one specific section. For instance, a pass for the “White Western Beauties” zone couldn’t enter the “Dark-Skinned Hotties” zone.

I had gone to great lengths to acquire a second-hand pass from a regular at an internet café. He swore it was a VIP key for the “Beautiful Armpits and Feet” zone. How could I possibly resist?

My little brother was already hard as vibranium and aching with desire!

Good—

Loading complete—

Successfully entered the live stream—

While Aimira was sleeping soundly—

Undisturbed—

I’m going to phase rush—

“““Hee. Young man!”””

—Before my eyes appeared four muscular men wearing very little.

“………………………………Ah?”

From their lewd gazes, their perverse smiles, and their utterly disgusting movements, it was clear they were the crème de la crème of gays. One had nipple rings.

Another wore heavy makeup.

A third had a tongue piercing.

The last one had his enormous member, tattooed with “Excalibur,” exposed.

“Welcome, cuties, to—”

“—The Big Bird Twirling Four Brothers’ live stream—”

“—If you can imagine it—”

“—There’s nothing we brothers can’t do—”

““““—Today’s show is colon fisting!””””

And so, they instantly got into character and began their indescribable activities.

“…………………………”

My little brother went soft.

Just as I was lost in my daze—

“Lord Kos…? I heard a sound…”

Ah, right.

The living room door lock was broken.

“Lord Kos………………Eh?”

Aimira, stepping out of her room, met my gaze.

She first looked at me, with my pants already off.

Then she looked at the four roaring muscular men in the holographic projection.

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“……………………………………………………L-o-r-d C-o-r-v-u-s?”

“……………………………………………………Can you let me explain first?”