Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

She was willing to give everything for Qi Zhimu, including her life, let alone seeing a few more women around him.

Even if they arrive at the perfect time, there's a 99% chance that Qi Zhimu would join without hesitation.

The reason is very simple.

The more they care, the more tolerant they are. They always consider themselves Qi Zhimu's subordinates, which is enough to show who their hearts are focused on.

Some people don't fight or compete, and they can't even get a sip of soup.

But some people don't fight or compete, which means that no one can take away what belongs to them.

That's why I said that Qi Zhimu might not care, but the women in the group had to make a clear distinction if they wanted to maintain a balance.

"Okay, stop looking so thoughtful, give me a smile."

Hei Ta gently squeezed the corner of Qi Zhimu's mouth, manually lifting it into a smile.

Hearing her words, Qi Zhimu didn't laugh. Instead, he was amused by her accidentally slipping her finger into her mouth.

"Did you do it on purpose or accidentally?"

"Why can't it be an accident on purpose?" Black Tower raised his eyebrows casually and blinked lightly.

"I really don't know what to do with you."

After drying Heita's hair, Qi Zhimu gently brushed the loose strands of hair from her ears behind her ear.

But the next second, Black Tower reached behind her with both hands, tied her long hair into a high ponytail, and subtly lowered her voice.

"Brother Mu~~"

"..."

Qi Zhimu's heart skipped a beat.

He knew exactly what would happen once Heita tied his hair up.

Not to mention her current expression and the sweet nickname she uttered.

"To thank Brother Mu for his thoughtful service, Xiao Ta would also like to offer you some thoughtful service."

"…so?"

"Come on, lie down here~"

Heita sat down on the lounge chair, gesturing to her smooth, rounded, and seamlessly joined legs.

Seeing Qi Zhimu's surprised expression, he couldn't help but reveal a teasing smile.

"Let me guess, are you thinking about something risqué?"

"Yes, it's a stereotype."

"That's true. After all, I usually wear my hair down, and I only tie it up when I want to make love to you."

Qi Zhimu was used to Heita's straightforward words, so he lay down on the cool lounge chair and rested his head on Heita's lap.

Looking up, the right eye's view was completely blocked by the majestic mountain range above.

"How can I provide such attentive service, like a head massage?" Qi Zhimu asked.

"Pretty much, but the first thing I did was ear cleaning, which I learned specifically for my sweetheart in my spare time."

Hei Ta gently embraced Qi Zhimu's cheek, turning him to face his own lower abdomen.

"While geniuses aren't geniuses in every field, I've practiced with dolls many times during my studies on important matters like strengthening our relationship, so I'm sure I won't accidentally hurt you."

Hei Ta's soft voice came from above, and Qi Zhimu gradually relaxed as he inhaled the fresh scent of purple lilies emanating from her.

Then came the sounds of objects being handled, and Black Tower's mutterings.

"When Sister Qingtu visited the space station, the first time we met, she gave me a strange incense burner as a gift."

"What kind of incense burner?" Qi Zhimu asked, his curiosity piqued.

"It can extract human emotions and transform them into corresponding effects through fragrance. I just extracted your relaxed mood, and the scent it emits next will make you even more relaxed."

Qi Zhimu's nostrils twitched twice.

"...It seems to be your scent?"

"Yes, I haven't finished yet. The scent produced by the incense burner can also be determined by absorption. Is there anything here that can relax you more than my natural body fragrance?"

"Indeed not."

"An honest answer, I'd love to hear it~~ I'm about to begin."

Hei Ta gently stroked Qi Zhimu's earlobe, picked up the goose feather stick, and slowly probed it into his ear.

The tool was gently rotated inside Qi Zhimu's ear, and Qi Zhimu felt a tingling, slightly itchy sensation.

Honestly, having my ears cleaned while resting my head on my lover's lap was a first for me.

"How does it feel? How's the strength?" Black Tower asked.

Having hardly ever experienced it, Qi Zhimu couldn't determine whether Black Tower's techniques were professional; he could only offer an evaluation based on the level of physical comfort.

"Yes, it's quite comfortable. I imagine you've put in a lot of effort."

Black Tower gave a soft snort, his tone carrying a hint of pride.

"Of course, I've scheduled this as an important part of my schedule."

She switched to a tool with soft bristles and gently swept it along the edge of Qi Zhimu's earlobe.

Then he lowered his head and leaned closer, his warm breath brushing against Qi Zhimu's cheek.

"I roughly know what happened on Luofu Mountain. If you need any help, please let me know, okay?"

"...When did you find out?"

"Oh dear, why ask such a pointless question? This genius has many ways to investigate."

Black Tower was multitasking, his hands moving non-stop, a few dangerous thoughts flashing through his mind.

"I never expected the Destruction Envoy to dare to target the Immortal Ship's main vessel. When I first learned of it, I thought I had been reincarnated as Huanlong."

"An angle I never considered..." Qi Zhimu had never thought of that.

Don't try to guess the brilliant ideas of geniuses~~

Wisps of steam rose from the incense burner, and soft, warm light flowed through the room.

The delicate fragrance of purple lilies filled the air, and Qi Zhimu felt that he would inevitably fall asleep.

After the ear service was finished, Hei Ta put down the tools and placed his hands on Qi Zhimu's forehead.

"After fighting the Star God's Envoy and teaching Jingliu a lesson for so long, I should take a short nap and rest."

Hei Ta made a circular motion with his fingertips on Qi Zhimu's temples, applying just the right amount of pressure.

"To be honest, Jingliu only thinks about himself, unlike me, I feel sorry for Brother Mu~"

How can someone knowingly become a traitorous disciple when they know their master has participated in a battle at the Commander level?

Qi Zhimu smiled helplessly upon hearing this.

There's no way to refute it.

Judging from what Black Tower is doing now, if any outsider who knows her saw it, it would be more than just jaw-dropping.

That's Lady Black Tower from Genius Club #83, actually cleaning and massaging a man's ears?

It must be the work of the Masked Fool, impersonating the great Lady Black Tower and ruining her image. He deserves to die!

乆乆乆！ ！ ！

"...How is Kagami-ryu doing now?"

"We're still watching our life movie. Once it's over, the second mirror will send her back. The coordinates are right here."

Upon hearing this, Qi Zhimu was taken aback.

Was Black Tower doing this on purpose again?

He deliberately let Jingliu witness their intimate moment to increase the stimulation.

"Clear your mind, my dear."

Black Tower ran his fingertips through Qi Zhimu's hair, pressing on several spots on his scalp, as if he could read minds, and spoke to himself.

"You just need to enjoy it; no one will get hurt because of it."

Qi Zhimu chose to open the shop, and even more so, he chose to temporarily favor the Black Tower.

Ultimately, yandere needs to be treated.

After all, given the situation of the people around him, a yandere would only be a frustrating situation.

Three geniuses, a physical immune memory user, a subordinate sister who can manifest freely, the family's tuner, and someone with one-tenth of the power of the Guardian Order... no!

These two are not!

…At least not now…

A chaotic scene isn't the problem, but at least it has to be presentable on the surface; to put it bluntly, everyone's scheming and infighting should at least be dignified.

Drawing a sword and attacking someone without saying a word is hardly dignified from any perspective.