Just as Victor lunged toward the car window searching for the non-existent "Golden Ticket chocolate," Enid, with a victorious, mischievous smirk, flicked her wrist.
With a rustling sound, she flipped the book "the succubus cultivation guide" to the chapter immediately following the auxiliary skills section.
Victor snapped back to reality, closing his eyes in despair as if he could already hear the death knell tolling for his social demise.
Enid and Wednesday's gazes, as if drawn by a magnet, instantly focused on the opened page.
The air seemed to freeze solid at that moment.
There, on the yellowed paper, was an illustration drawn in extremely fine, detailed brushwork...
Its content was so bold, its details so exhaustive, its postures so... exploratory in spirit, that it completely exceeded the current knowledge base and imaginative boundaries of the two young women.
Beside it were annotations in flamboyant, sweeping calligraphy, and the title was even more earth-shattering—
"esoteric chapter: The Fusion of Spirit and Flesh, Journeying to Ultimate Bliss Together"
Below that was a line of smaller commentary: "This is the Great Way of Yin-Yang Harmony. It must not be recklessly practiced except by those whose affection has deepened and whose hearts are truly connected. Remember this well!"
"Buzz—"
Enid felt a surge of hot blood rush straight to the crown of her head. Her entire face instantly turned as red as a boiled lobster, and steam even visibly erupted from the top of her head in an exaggerated manner!
Her azure-blue eyes widened into perfect circles, her pupils shaking as if in an earthquake, and her small mouth formed a perfect 'O' shape, big enough to fit an egg.
Her finger trembled as she pointed at the page, her throat emitting a "huh-huh" sound akin to a small animal being choked. For a long moment, she couldn't utter a single coherent sentence.
"What... what what what... what is this?!"
Her voice was so high-pitched it changed tone. Her entire body stiffened as if acupressure points had been struck, with only the continuously heating blush on her face and the ongoing steam eruption from her head proving she was still "alive."
Wednesday's reaction, however, was even more... peculiar.
She didn't scream, nor did she blush. It was as if her soul had been instantly sucked out of her.
Her pitch-black eyes completely lost their focus, staring vacantly ahead. Her lips, usually pressed into a meticulous line, parted slightly, unconsciously.
The hand holding the stopwatch froze in mid-air, her fingertips still maintaining the pressing posture.
Her other hand subconsciously rose, gently pressing against her flat chest, as if confirming whether her heart was still beating.
Her entire person resembled an exquisite but suddenly powered-down bionic doll, plunged into a complete "system crash" state.
Victor secretly opened one eye. Seeing his two girlfriends in such a state, he tilted his head, his eyes rolling around. Regardless of any social death now, a mischievous idea surfaced in his mind.
He leisurely sat back in his seat, reached out, and gently retrieved the "source of all sin" from the petrified Enid's hand. He closed it and carefully tucked it into the very bottom of his backpack.
Then, he leaned in between his two girlfriends, who were still in the buffer period of shock. He looked left at Enid's steaming head, then right at Wednesday's vacant eyes.
A smile that was rotten to the core curled at the corner of his mouth. In a tone reminiscent of a teacher checking students' recitation, he murmured:
"So? Well-illustrated, easy to understand, right?"
He deliberately paused, savoring his girlfriends' continued adorable'system crash' reactions, before continuing unhurriedly, each word like a little hook scratching at one's heartstrings:
"Study it well, observe it carefully, take diligent notes..."
His gaze swept over Enid's burning cheeks and Wednesday's slightly parted lips. Lowering his voice, he whispered with a demonic lilt:
"Because later... there will be a *test*~"
He enunciated the word "test" with exceptional clarity, laden with endless ambiguity and provocation.
"Boom—!"
The last shred of rationality completely collapsed!
Enid let out a sob of utter shame and indignation. Her whole body curled up like a boiled shrimp, burying her burning face tightly into her knees, refusing to look up ever again.
As for Wednesday, it was as if the word "test" violently pressed her restart button.
Her vacant eyes instantly refocused. A tempestuous storm surged within them, a mix of extreme shame, indignation, disbelief, and a trace of... dangerously ignited curiosity?
She abruptly turned her head. A breathtaking blush finally, belatedly, stained her pale cheeks. She stared fixedly at Victor's face, which practically screamed "asking for a beating."
The next second, she raised her hand—not to pinch Victor, but... to cover her own eyes. Through gritted teeth, she squeezed out a trembling, low roar:
"Victor Black! You... you are utterly... shameless!"
Yet, the tips of her ears, visible between her fingers, blushed a blood-red, betraying that she was far from as composed as she appeared on the surface.
Victor watched his two thoroughly ruffled girlfriends, chuckling smugly like a little bear who had stolen the world's tastiest honey.
"Why so, why so~" Victor shook his head with feigned maturity, wearing an expression of "if you don't listen to the advice of your elders, you'll suffer the consequences."
"I told you earlier, the content later on is not suitable for minors. Shouldn't have looked, shouldn't have looked."
He first glanced at Enid, who had practically shrunk into a pink shrimp ball, his tone tinged with a "just as I expected" kind of teasing:
"Aiya, my little Enid is thin-skinned, it's understandable she couldn't handle it..."
Then, his tone shifted. His gaze fell on Wednesday, who, although having recovered from her "petrified" state, still had blood-red ears and eyes sharp as knives.
Deliberately drawing out his words, his tone filled with the playful mockery of an "unexpected discovery":
"I never would have thought... I never would have thought... that our Miss Wednesday, who is usually as calm as a millennia-old glacier and can take notes analyzing horror movies, would also get shy seeing this... hmm, 'academic material'?"
He leaned closer to Wednesday, almost able to feel the icy killing intent radiating from her, yet he fearlessly continued to provoke:
"I thought you'd approach it with that... uh, purely academic, dissecting-a-frog kind of critical eye, to critique whether the anatomical structures in these illustrations were accurate."
"Oh?"
Wednesday's eyes narrowed slightly, dangerous light gathering within them like ice picks.
Her pale face showed no expression, but her voice sounded as if soaked in a Siberian cold front:
"Judging by your tone... you seem quite well-versed in this type of 'academic material'? Accumulated a lot of experience, have you?"
This direct, countering question, laced with icy sarcasm, struck Victor with precision.
"Ahem!" Victor choked slightly, but a man's pitiful pride and vanity instantly took over.
He immediately straightened his back, cleared his throat, and tried his best to adopt a "calm and unruffled"—though in reality, "his tail was about to wag to the sky"—posture, waving a hand grandly:
"No, no! I wouldn't say I've accumulated *a lot* of experience..."
He deliberately paused, then raised his chin, declaring proudly in a "I've weathered the storms" tone:
"But I've at least been through a hundred battles!"
As soon as the words fell, the carriage was plunged into an eerie silence.
Enid finally lifted her still crimson little face from her knees, her big eyes blinking.
Her gaze toward Victor was filled with a strange mixture of sympathy and a "go on, keep spinning your tale" look.
The corner of Wednesday's mouth, however, curled up into an icy, lethally mocking smile, extremely slowly.
"Is that so?"
Her voice was light as a feather, yet seemed to carry barbed threads.
"Boys are always like this. Even when they know absolutely nothing, they still have to put on the airs of a seasoned veteran."
This sentence was as precise as a scalpel, directly dissecting Victor's fragile pretense.
"Uh..."
The smugness on Victor's face instantly froze solid.
And Enid, timely delivering the final blow, dropped the bomb that would detonate everything in a tone as casual as discussing the nice weather:
"Oh~ But, how come I remember... last time, Sister Mavis secretly told us..."
She deliberately drew out her words, successfully capturing Victor's full attention before continuing leisurely:
"That a certain someone can recite theory backwards and forwards, but unfortunately, their practical experience is an absolute zero~"
"Belonging to the same category as... 'the monkey who immobilized the Seven Fairy Maidens, yet only knew to run off and steal peaches to eat'~"
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