Two hours later...
Ding!
A crisp system notification sound suddenly echoed in Daziel's mind.
[Target Sparkle's Corruption Value increased by 10%.]
[Current Corruption Value: 50%.]
[Task Complete. Reward "Meme Removal Reserve Expansion" has been credited. Please check.]
[Meme Removal Reserve Expansion: Adds the meme from target Sparkle to the database, enabling future removal of this meme.]
[Please continue your efforts, Host. You've actually wanted to do this for a long time, haven't you?]
Looking at the translucent text display, an almost imperceptible smile touched Daziel's lips. He casually wiped himself with Sparkle's skirt, then pulled up his pants. He looked at Sparkle, limp on the ground, almost broken from the ordeal, his eyes gleaming with excitement, yet deep down, a strangeness he himself hadn't noticed was hidden.
Daziel didn't deny it, the system's line: "You've actually wanted to do this for a long time, haven't you?"
Perhaps that hit the nail on the head. He really had wanted to take Sparkle for a long time.
Even as an ally of justice, the primal desires from his body couldn't be hidden. It was a matter of personal preference.
Especially when facing a villain like Sparkle, Daziel felt almost no psychological burden.
On Everwinter Hill, the wind whipped up snowflakes, carrying Sparkle's faint, pained gasps and the faint scent of blood lingering in the air.
The young woman of the Masked Fools lay limp on the ground like a broken doll.
Her lower abdomen was already swollen, like a watermelon belly, filled to the brim. A pink marking, like the ones on Daziel's other women, had appeared on her lower abdomen. Only her weak breathing proved she was still alive.
Everything that had just happened, like a long and terrifying nightmare, was deeply seared into the depths of Sparkle's soul.
Sparkle truly understood the meaning of—
pain and pleasure intertwined.
The physical pain might gradually fade with time, but the mental thrill, was like a poison clinging to her bones, difficult to erase, leaving her itching for more, unable to stop.
Daziel slowly stood up, the slight sound of his joints popping particularly clear in the silence of the ice field.
"That should be enough. Let her go."
His voice was flat, betraying no emotion.
Hearing this, Herta crisply released her grip on Sparkle's arms, as if what she had been restraining wasn't a living person, but a cold object.
"Finished? A full two hours, and such a large volume... As expected of you."
Herta's tone was as casual as asking about the weather.
"Is the meme gone from her?"
"Yes, it's gone."
Daziel confirmed, his gaze sweeping over Sparkle's wretched figure again, confirming the task was complete.
March 7th also let go, taking a step back and brushing the snow off her clothes.
"Good, looks like this woman is about done for."
March 7th pouted, her tone holding unconcealed schadenfreude.
Daziel turned his head, looking at March 7th with slight confusion.
"March, didn't you used to be afraid to watch this kind of thing? Why were you so eager helping hold her down today?"
Hearing this, a suspicious blush instantly spread across March 7th's pale cheeks, and her eyes started darting around, seemingly guilty. "I... I've seen it a lot too."
she stammered the explanation, her voice growing smaller, her confidence dwindling.
"After thinking about it, it doesn't seem like a big deal anymore."
She seemed to want to explain further, but the words died on her lips. Her eyes unconsciously flickered towards Herta nearby, hesitant to speak.
"You and Lady Herta, staying up late at night, aren't you often... "
March 7th's voice abruptly cut off, as if she suddenly realized she'd let slip something she shouldn't have. The blush on her pretty face deepened instantly.
"Hmm...?"
Hearing this, Herta narrowed her eyes slightly, a gaze as sharp as a razor instantly sweeping towards March 7th.
Just that single-syllable question was enough to make March 7th clam up as if choked, swallowing back whatever she had been about to say.
"Never mind, never mind, I won't say it."
March 7th quickly waved her hands, trying to change the subject and hide her embarrassment.
"Anyway, I just don't like this girl. If Daziel is going to take her in, she can start as a foot-washing maid."
"I see Lady Herta's real body isn't here, and puppets don't sweat, so they probably don't need washing. Let her serve me every day first, hehe."
March 7th grew more enthusiastic as she spoke, an eager look appearing on her face, as if seriously considering the possibility of making Sparkle wash her feet.
Listening to March 7th's increasingly outrageous words, Daziel's expression turned a bit strange, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.
This girl...
Could March really say something like that?
He muttered inwardly, feeling like little March's personality was becoming more and more... abstract, increasingly unrestrained.
Herta ignored March 7th's jokes, walked straight over to Sparkle, and slowly crouched down, carefully observing her condition.
"Let's check her condition first."
Herta's tone remained flat, but held an undeniable authority that instantly silenced March 7th's jesting.
Daziel also walked over to Sparkle and bent down, lightly patting her cheek. He then gently lifted her eyelids, carefully checking her pupil reaction. Sparkle's gaze was dull, unfocused, her vacant eyes seemed to have lost all light. A trickle of white saliva unconsciously flowed from the corner of her mouth. Like an exquisite doll that had been broken through play, she had completely lost her former liveliness and vitality.
"Learned your lesson?"
Herta looked at Sparkle's zombie-like state, an unreadable smile playing on her lips, her eyes holding a cold amusement.
Sparkle nodded weakly, her eyes brimming with tears, but she couldn't make a sound, only managing faint whimpers from deep in her throat, like a wounded kitten mewling in despair.
Seeing this, March 7th also sidled up to Herta, lowered her voice, and whispered.
"I don't think we should let her go back to any Tavern. Lady Herta, do you have any drugs or something that can control her? A Curio would work too."
Hearing this, Herta raised an eyebrow with interest, the smile on her lips becoming even more meaningful.
"Oh yes, of course there are..."
She gave Sparkle a significant look, her eyes holding a chilling amusement, as if admiring a fine piece of art.
Listening to their conversation, Daziel frowned tightly, a faint unease stirring within him.
"Hey, aren't you two being a bit too cruel?"
he couldn't help but say, his tone laced with helplessness and reproach, seemingly feeling a bit of sympathy for Sparkle's plight.
Hearing this, March 7th turned her head to look at Daziel, wearing an expression of utmost innocence, as if she were the victim.
"We know you want to be the ally of justice. Just leave this kind of stuff to us."
Her tone was light, as if stating something perfectly natural and justified, without feeling her previous words were inappropriate in the slightest.
March 7th looked again at the collapsed Sparkle, raised her voice, and said with a mocking, provocative tone.
"Hey, did you hear what we were just saying? Foot-washing maid!"
The words "foot-washing maid" were like sharp blades, cruelly piercing Sparkle's fragile nerves.
Her body trembled violently. The tears that had welled up in her eyes could no longer be held back, bursting forth like a flood breaking through a dam, streaming down her pale, dirt-streaked cheeks.
"...Sob... sob..."
She let out broken sobs, her voice hoarse and desperate.
Two clear trails of tears cut through the grime on Sparkle's face, leaving clean streaks that contrasted sharply with the surrounding filth, further emphasizing her current wretchedness and helplessness.
Watching Sparkle's reaction, a satisfied smile appeared on Herta's face. She glanced around, and her gaze was suddenly drawn to a camera tripod nearby.
It was a tripod Sparkle had set up earlier specifically to record the entire process. A camera was still mounted on it, pointed directly at Sparkle.
Herta walked over with interest, picked up the camera, and deftly swiped her finger across the screen, Browse through the recordings inside.
"Eh?"
Herta let out a small cry of slight surprise, the amused smile on her face deepening.
"It recorded everything."
She clicked her tongue in wonder, as if she'd found an extremely interesting toy, her eyes shining with mischievous delight.
"Good stuff. I'm going to copy this a hundred million times and show it to every woman Daziel brings onto the Express in the future."
"Use it to keep them in line, lest they get unruly after joining."
Herta's tone was light, as if discussing a trivial matter, but the content of her words sent a chill down the spine.
Hearing this, Daziel's body jolted, his temples throbbing.
As expected of the great Herta...
As a top-tier genius, managing the 'household' was all too easy for her.
In comparison, March 7th really couldn't handle these things.
Maybe Topaz could do it too, but well... In terms of capability, she was still a bit lacking compared to Herta. She probably couldn't handle Herta either.
In the future, the position of 'main wife'... it really should be left to Herta.
Herta studied Sparkle with interest, an inscrutable smile playing on her lips.
"Come now, little girl with the mask, give us a smile."
she said softly, her tone gentle yet carrying an undeniable command.
Hearing this, Sparkle trembled as if struck by electricity. She tried hard to pull at the corners of her mouth, wanting to force a smile in response to Herta's request.
But her facial muscles were stiff, completely unresponsive to her conscious control.
In the end, Sparkle could only twitch her lips futilely a few times. Not only did she fail to produce a smile, but due to the facial muscle spasms, saliva uncontrollably trickled from the corner of her mouth, dripping onto her swollen abdomen, spreading into a dark stain, making her look even more wretched.
Seeing this, March 7th let out a slightly surprised question.
"Ah? Can't smile anymore?"
Her tone was exaggerated, filled with undisguised mockery.
"Try harder! Weren't you laughing so happily just now?"
Saying this, March 7th enthusiastically suggested, "Come on, let's take a picture together!"
Hearing this, a strong sense of foreboding suddenly rose in Daziel's heart. He frowned, asking hesitantly, "How do you want to take it?"
"I'll be on the left, Herta on the right. Daziel, you lift her up and stand in the middle. We'll take one together, using the camera she prepared..."
March 7th excitedly started arranging things, gesturing wildly with her hands and feet, as if she could already see the finished photo, her face full of anticipation.
Listening to March 7th's description, the smile on Herta's lips deepened. She commented with interest, "How strange. However, I like it..."
Her tone was playful, seemingly quite satisfied with this slightly twisted, grotesque scene, perhaps even enjoying it.
Daziel looked at their enthusiastic expressions, sighed helplessly, his tone holding a hint of resignation and indulgence.
"You two... why do you have such mischievous tastes?"
Although he complained verbally, he had already prepared himself to cooperate.
Herta raised an eyebrow, her tone carrying an undeniable forcefulness.
"Just say whether you'll take the picture or not."
She seemed eager to see Daziel's reaction, her eyes full of amusement and a subtle hint of anticipation.
"Take it? Of course, we'll take it! I want to see it too!"
Daziel threw up his hands helplessly, but his lips curved slightly upwards, a hint of excitement in his voice.
The helplessness in his gesture was real, but the curiosity and secret anticipation stirring deep inside were just as real.
He admitted that deep down, there was a part of him that wanted to record this moment.
This slightly malicious, yet strange sense of conquest, applied to a brat like Sparkle, was like some kind of forbidden fruit, quietly growing in his heart.
Besides, Herta's personality was simply too dominant. Facing this member of the Genius Society, an Emanator of Nous, Daziel had no choice but to cooperate.
Daziel also vaguely sensed that everything Herta was doing, although her methods were somewhat... unique, was ultimately for his own good.
The three quickly got into position according to March 7th's excited suggestion.
Daziel bent down. The moment his fingertips touched Sparkle's armpits, he felt a strange coldness and slipperiness.
He frowned slightly, but still gripped Sparkle firmly and lifted her almost broken body.
Sparkle's body was now as limp and soft as one of her own handmade Sparkle dolls.
The instant she was lifted, her cute little legs kicked feebly twice in mid-air, the movement weak and futile.
Immediately after, a warm trickle flowed slowly down Sparkle's numb legs, landing in the snow and disappearing.
March 7th seemed completely oblivious to anything amiss, still enthusiastically striking poses and urging them on:
"Okay, okay, time for the picture! Foot-washing maid, cheer up! Come on, smile?"
Herta also joined the "directing" with interest.
Her tone was light, carrying a malicious amusement, as if Sparkle before her wasn't a person, but a doll to be manipulated at will.
"Little girl with the mask, even if you can't smile, try hard to..."
"Ah, right, make a peace sign too!..."
"Okay, no problem..."
"That expression, that broken expression..."
"Perfect. Good girl."
As Herta directed Sparkle in an unusually saccharine tone, she used her hands to help arrange Sparkle's pose. After finishing, she even gently patted Sparkle's head, like petting her own kitten.
Listening to Herta's nonchalant words, an indescribably complex emotion surged deep within Daziel.
Lady Herta's personality... she truly was someone absolutely not to be provoked.
Anyone who angered her, their end would likely be truly miserable.
Look at Sparkle now—the perfect example.
With a soft click, the shutter fell. A cold, synthesized electronic voice announced the end of the photo capture.
Like a cruel brand, it permanently fixed Sparkle's current wretched and utterly humiliated moment into the cold, digital photograph.
Herta put away the camera, satisfied, her fingertips rubbing the cool metal casing.
Her gaze once again swept over Sparkle, held suspended like a rag doll by Daziel, a playful curve lifting her lips.
She commanded casually, "Take her away, Daziel. Bring her onto the Express later."
"Oh."
Daziel responded quietly, tucking Sparkle under one arm. He could barely feel her weight.
Not only did Sparkle have the personality of a clingy brat, her body also had the weight of a little kid.
Besides, the current Sparkle had clearly been completely broken. With Herta watching nearby, she posed no threat.
Daziel also wasn't worried that she would suddenly lash out like Herta did when he carried her under his arm last time, giving him a vicious elbow strike.
That one last time really hurt.
That elbow strike technique really works...
Herta slowly stood up, her exquisite body stretching languidly. Her graceful curves traced a beautiful arc in the air.
She said in a relaxed tone, "Alright, go clean up the mess here. This whole incident should be more or less over now."
Herta seemed quite content with the outcome of this farce, a meaningful glint shining in her purple eyes.
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