Kiana gazed at Mei with hopeful eyes.
Full of anticipation.
Mei's face flushed red, and she nervously fiddled with her hair.
Why would Kiana suddenly ask that, especially with Bronya right here…
The fact that the two of them were both Feng-kun's girlfriends wasn't exactly a glorious achievement to be broadcasted everywhere, was it?
Kiana was fearless, but Mei still cared about her reputation.
Mei said no more.
Bronya was also thrown into disarray by Kiana's words.
Had she really been talking in her sleep?
Damn it… of all people, she didn't want to be laughed at by idiot Kiana.
Bronya looked at Kiana and Mei and faintly sensed that they both seemed to have some kind of inexplicable relationship with that person named "Ye Feng."
A girl's sixth sense is very sharp, even for a Straight Woman of Steel like Bronya.
However, the "husband from her dream" certainly wouldn't be like that.
Even in an illusory dream, Bronya could feel her husband's fiery passion.
At this thought, Bronya's mind wandered.
It was so strange. Why would she have a dream like that?
Bronya lowered her head and stared at the legs fitted with prosthetic armor. Her mind was instantly filled with images of black stockings stained white.
So, Bronya still cared about being able to walk freely and healthily…
For it to manifest in a dream in such a way was truly humiliating.
The three of them walked to the training grounds without another word.
After finishing the morning's simulated training, the golden afternoon sun cast a tranquil glow on the windowsill. Bronya lay sprawled on her desk, taking a rare afternoon nap.
A late autumn chill undulated gracefully in the setting sun.
On the desk, a cup of coffee steamed in the slanting, crimson beam of light.
When Bronya opened her eyes, she could see her own figure reflected in the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window.
That pair of black-stockinged legs was so healthy, so slender, so captivating.
Even she herself couldn't help but become mesmerized looking at them.
Bronya stared blankly at the "perfect" version of herself in the reflection, feeling a momentary sense of loss.
"Just now… I dreamt of my time at St. Freya Academy…"
That had been a very happy time.
But she had no memories of what came after.
Yet she dreamt of fragments that weren't in her memory.
Could it be that lost memories can be found in dreams?
What on earth… was happening to Bronya?
"Big Duck Duck."
As she was lost in thought, Ye Feng pushed open the office door and walked in.
"Finish your coffee to wake yourself up, then we'll get off work and go home."
"Hmm? This is…"
Bronya looked at the steaming cup on her desk. "Freshly brewed coffee? Did you…?"
"What's wrong? Why are you being so strange? Don't I prepare your 5:30 coffee for you every day?"
"N-No, it's nothing."
Bronya averted her gaze evasively, holding the coffee her husband had just made.
Does this happen every day? Every day… her husband prepares warm coffee for Bronya?
This feeling… seemed quite nice.
Bronya lifted the cup and took a small sip. The taste was slightly astringent and bitter.
It certainly couldn't be called delicious, but just as her husband said, it was very refreshing.
"It's very tasty."
Bronya held the cup and smiled at Ye Feng.
Ye Feng smiled back and hopped onto Big Duck Duck's desk.
Bronya instantly grew wary. He couldn't possibly be… thinking of playing another "prank," could he?
No.
Absolutely not!
This time, she had to refuse him firmly.
The sticky sensation from last time still felt like it was burning her legs.
Big Duck Duck's black-stockinged feet, hidden inside her high heels, couldn't help but squirm slightly.
However, Ye Feng did not do as Big Duck Duck expected. Instead, he took out a document.
"Big Duck Duck, I got your revoked license reinstated. You can ride your beloved motorcycle home again today."
"Eh?"
Bronya was taken aback, then felt a wave of shame wash over her.
So she was the one with the dirty mind…
With her head lowered, Big Duck Duck didn't notice the pleased smile that crossed Ye Feng's lips.
---o---
In the basement.
The lights flickered on.
A motorcycle of exquisite mechanical beauty was parked there.
Its main body was a silver-white, incredibly cool and aerodynamic design. The exhaust ports looked as menacing as laser cannon muzzles.
It was a style that Bronya found extremely appealing.
Is this my motorcycle?
So cool!
Bronya's eyes lit up as she stared at the vehicle before her.
She thought that if she were to "construct" one herself, she probably couldn't create a design more satisfying than this.
Ah, wait, this is Bronya's motorcycle.
"Go on, get on."
Ye Feng smiled.
Bronya nodded and slowly walked toward the motorcycle.
Her excitement was palpable, like a nervous groom on his wedding night, trembling as he approached his bride.
As Bronya straddled the seat, the machine's body flashed with a compact and dazzling screen of light, followed by a mechanical voice.
[Identity Authentication Passed]
[Restrictions Lifted]
[Welcome, My Master]
A thrill went through Bronya's heart.
It really is cool!
Her fingers gently caressed the futuristic texture of the motorcycle, her heart filled with joy.
The feeling of her feet on the pedals, in particular, gave Bronya a sense of boundless freedom.
"Get on."
Sitting on the motorcycle, Bronya was full of vigor, and even her voice was much more confident.
She said to Ye Feng, "We're going home."
The motorcycle sped along the elevated highway, its red taillight tracing a smooth curve on the road as night fell.
Bronya had already memorized the route to work.
This is the feeling!
Bronya had "imagined" this many times in her mind.
Except, a little later, her own husband was poking her back with something strange…
Although Bronya was a little concerned, she was soon lost in the roar of the engine.
---o---
And so, the moment they got home, just as they opened the door.
Ye Feng impulsively grabbed Big Duck Duck in an embrace.
Big Duck Duck stumbled backward unsteadily. Her black-stockinged feet slipped out of the high heels she hadn't had time to change, and the glossy black shoes lay in a messy heap on the floor.
"Eh… you…"
Bronya leaned nervously against the floor-to-ceiling shoe cabinet, her beautiful silver-gray eyes filled with panic and shyness.
"Sorry, Big Duck Duck. I can't hold it in anymore."
"Eeeh?"
Before Bronya could say a word, she was pressed against the cabinet and kissed.
She subconsciously wanted to resist, but then she remembered that the person before her was her husband.
Her raised hand froze in mid-air.
Between a husband and wife, isn't this kind of thing a matter of course?
Since he's my husband… what reason is there to resist?
Besides, doing so would hurt his feelings, wouldn't it?
If I hadn't lost my memory, we must have been very much in love.
It would surely be strange to suddenly say, "Bronya isn't ready," right?
But…
As she was being kissed, Big Duck Duck's eyes remained wide open. Feeling the warmth and breath of the man before her, she fell into a state of immense conflict…
What should Bronya do?