Collapse Iron: Cosplaying the Near-Death Star, but with a full destiny.

Space froze.

Even the usually carefree March 7th shrank back, secretly hiding the half-peeled orange behind his back, afraid that the sound of chewing would be the last straw that broke the camel's back.

But in the stillness before the storm.

A series of extremely inappropriate, hushed whispers drifted over from the air conditioner vents.

"...Really? Is there really such a thing...?"

"Why would I lie to you? I was right here at the time..."

"Hehehe..."

Hoshino's ears twitched.

As a pioneer whose hearing had been enhanced multiple times, she keenly detected this "noise" coming from the shadows in the corner.

She turned her head slightly, her gaze passing over Aglaia's back, which radiated a low-pressure aura, and looking towards the far corner of the carriage.

There.

It should have been a dead corner where only dust and Pam occasionally visited.

Now, however, there are two heads squeezed together.

A short silver haircut topped with a pair of cat ears that were still trembling slightly.

She had long, light purple hair, styled in her signature rib-shaped pigtails.

Sai Fei'er and Xia Die.

The way these two are sitting right now... well...

Very suspicious.

Sai Fei'er was practically clinging to Xia Die.

Her restless cat tail was winding its way up Xia Die's arm, the tip of which was gently brushing against the back of her hand holding the quantum computer.

And that Styx Daughter, who usually keeps to herself and exudes an aura of "keep away."

At this moment, however, he showed no intention of pushing the other person away.

in contrast.

In her pale purple eyes burned a raging fire called "the thirst for knowledge".

The computer screen in his hand was lit up, and his fingers flew across the virtual keyboard at such a speed that they were almost invisible.

"Come here, Princess of Dwelling Narrowness, you have to write this part like this."

Sai Feier leaned close to Xia Die's ear, her voice low and languid with the smugness of someone who had just pulled off a prank.

She stretched out a finger and pointed at Xia Die's screen.

"Writing only 'golden threads entwined' is too dry."

"You need to write down the details."

"For example... the temperature of that gold thread."

"Is it cold or hot?"

"When it wraps around you, is it as slippery as a snake, or as sharp as a knife?"

Xia Die's fingers paused for a moment.

Her cheeks flushed red at a visible speed, spreading all the way to her ears.

But her eyes shone even brighter.

It's like a cat that's been starving for three days finally seeing catnip.

"Then... what was it like?"

Xia Die's voice was soft, trembling slightly, and filled with an undisguised excitement.

"Your Excellency... I mean, Your Excellency Serfie."

"What exactly did it feel like back then?"

Sai Feier narrowed her blue, slanted eyes and a mischievous smile curled at the corner of her mouth.

She did not answer directly.

Instead, he reached into his collar and groped around for a while.

then.

He took out a gold coin.

Those were her flying coins.

"Like this."

Sai Feier held the gold coin between two fingers and waved it in front of Xia Die.

then.

She stuck the gold coin on the back of Xia Die's hand.

Slowly slide it upwards along that thin layer of glove.

"It was cold at first."

Saifei'er's voice became somewhat ethereal, as if she were lost in some kind of memory.

"The cold, metallic feel as it glides across the skin."

"You'll instinctively want to hide, to shrink away."

"but……"

Her fingers stopped at Xia Die's wrist.

The gold coin flips.

The cool metallic edge gently brushed against the butterfly's pulse.

"Once it tightens up."

"That cold will turn into heat."

"It's very hot."

"It's so tight it's like it's going to break the bones."

"You will feel pain, but it's more than just pain."

"There's another one..."

Sai Fei'er paused deliberately and moved even closer.

The hot air sprayed onto the butterfly's sensitive pointed ears.

"A tingling sensation of being completely controlled."

"Well……"

Xia Die couldn't help but shrink her neck.

My fingers typed a string of gibberish on the keyboard.

"sdjklfjsdkl……"

"Did you write it down?"

Sai Fei'er smiled like a fox that had just stolen some fish.

"This is exclusive material."

"You definitely won't see this in other fanfiction."

Xia Die took a deep breath.

I tried to calm my racing heart.

She deleted the string of gibberish and started typing again.

He was typing while muttering to himself.

"The coldness of metal... the heat after tightening..."

"A feeling of being controlled... a tingling sensation..."

"That's...that's amazing..."

"This tension... is incredible..."

"Is that all?"

Saifeier clearly felt it wasn't enough.

She shifted her position, leaning lazily against the wall, her cat tail still slapping Xia Die's thigh intermittently.

"There's something even more exciting to come."

Sai Fei'er blinked.

"You know the seamstress... I mean Aglaia."

"Her scepter isn't just for show."

Xia Die's eyes widened instantly.

Countless scenes highlighted in red flashed through my mind in an instant.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Sai Fei shook her head, her face saying, "You're still too young."

"Your imagination is still too barren, my great writer."

"Think about it."

"stop!"

Xia Die suddenly covered her nose.

Two streams of warm liquid almost flowed down.

This is a huge amount of information.

Her CPU is almost burnt out.

But her hands didn't stop.

Instead, they started tapping even faster.

The clicking sound of the keyboard blended into a dense raindrop in the corner.

"Scepter...relief..."

"And...what else?"

While wiping away non-existent nosebleeds, Xia Die pressed for answers.