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The room fell into silence for a moment, with only the game I hadn't turned off still playing the standby animation on the screen.
Finally, Silver Wolf broke the silence. She crossed her legs, rested her hands behind her head, leaned against the headboard, and looked at me with a scrutinizing gaze, cutting straight to the chase: "Hey, little grey-hair, I have a question for you."
"Hm?" I looked at her.
"You... how much do you actually remember about the past?" Silver Wolf's eyes became serious. "Kafka said you regained your memory. Is it true?"
Hearing this question, I paused, then offered a bitter laugh, shook my head, and admitted honestly: "Kafka did tell me some things, saying I was a member of the Stellaron Hunters and her... partner. She even showed me a video as proof of our past relationship."
I paused, looking at them, my tone carrying a hint of helplessness: "But that's all. Those scenes are like watching someone else's movie. I can 'know' what happened, but my mind is empty. There are no associated 'memories' or 'feelings.' Apart from what Kafka told me, the rest... I remember nothing."
When I finished, the room fell silent again.
Silver Wolf frowned, seemingly processing my words, while Firefly quietly lifted her eyelids and glanced at me quickly, her eyes filled with complex emotions—surprise, concern, and a trace of... something indescribable.
After hearing my answer, Silver Wolf sat straight up from the headboard, raising her volume an octave, and exclaimed in disbelief: "Ha?! So you didn't recover anything at all? What on earth is that woman Kafka playing at!"
She seemed quite dissatisfied with this result, or perhaps... surprised.
She frowned, as if thinking quickly, then skillfully pulled something out of the pocket of her cartoon pajamas... wait, do pajamas have pockets?
Or did she manifest it out of thin air?
Anyway, she pulled out a palm-sized mobile terminal from somewhere.
The terminal screen lit up, Silver Wolf's fingers slid across it quickly, bringing up a video file, which she played without hesitation and turned toward me.
"Here, look for yourself!" Silver Wolf said, a bit annoyed. "See if it helps you 'remember' anything!"
My gaze subconsciously fell onto the small screen, confused at first.
But as the scene unfolded, my eyes widened, my breath stalled, and my brain felt as if it had been struck by a bolt of lightning, leaving me blank.
The scene... the scene...
It was a room that looked quite spacious and comfortable, with ambiguous lighting.
On a huge, soft bed, there were... there were actually four people!
And those four people were naked, entangled together!
The man in the picture... was undoubtedly me!
Although my hair color was slightly different from now, that face was definitely mine!
At this moment, I was lying on my side, my head resting on... resting on Kafka's lap!
Not only that, my face was buried in her full chest, my lips seemed to be... sucking, and one hand was mischievously kneading the other side's softness!
And Kafka in the picture had an extremely doting and lazy smile I had never seen before, gently stroking my hair, her eyes unfocused, seemingly very much enjoying it.
This, this was already enough to shock me, but what made me gape even more was...
Firefly!
Firefly in the picture was actually sitting naked on my... on my lap!
She was facing away from the camera, and I could only see her exquisite back curves and slightly swaying silver hair, and her movements... that rhythmic up and down motion... was clearly using my... my...
My head went buzz, almost ready to explode!
And the "culprit" who created all this chaotic scene—Silver Wolf—was holding the recording equipment at the edge of the lens.
She was also naked in the picture, but her attention seemed entirely on adjusting the angle, muttering: "Tsk, this angle... this way I should be able to get everyone in..."
Bang!
I felt my worldview completely overturned! Blood seemed to rush to my head in an instant, and froze the next.
I stared dumbly at the absurd, lascivious, yet strangely "daily" scene on the screen, losing my voice for a moment.
The Firefly beside me, the moment the video started playing, let out a faint gasp, then turned red from her face to her neck, like a ripe shrimp. She violently lowered her head, covered her face with her hands, shoulders trembling slightly, wishing she could find a hole to hide in.
And Silver Wolf, like it was nothing, continued making tsk-tsk sounds, as if admiring some work of art.
I looked at that completely unfamiliar "self" on the screen, seeing him engaging in such... such intimate behavior with Kafka, Firefly, and even Silver Wolf, and only one thought circled frantically in my mind:
Just what kind of depraved life was I living when I was a Stellaron Hunter back then?
Looking at the vivid, yet strangely unfamiliar scenes on the screen, my brain was still a chaotic mess.
And Silver Wolf, seemingly finally confirming the extent of my memory "formatting," put away the terminal, abruptly reached out, and pinched both my cheeks with her hands, pulling them outward with force.
"You fickle scumbag!" Silver Wolf cursed while pinching my cheeks, her tone full of dissatisfaction. "Leaving behind beautiful women, and running off to live the easy life alone for so long, and forgetting everything about the past! You guy!"
Her fingers pressed hard, making my cheeks ache, but I couldn't care less at this moment, just letting her "abuse" me.
Only when Silver Wolf had had her fill did she let go with a humph, stood with her hands on her hips, like a queen announcing a verdict, and pointed to the gaming equipment and snacks piled in the corner of my room, saying: "Hmph! As punishment, from today on, I have permanent use and priority disposal rights over all these game consoles and snacks in your room!"