{The fun begins.}
Accompanied by the train's roar, the people of the Upper City watched in astonishment as the train that had been stalled below for so long let out a loud hum, shook violently, and charged toward the tunnel leading down. Perched on the front of the train was a petite white-haired girl, while the cross beside her kept swinging its spear and severing every chain blocking the way.
The people of the Upper City gathered around in surprise, discussing the train as it howled into the tunnel toward the Lower City. Meanwhile, the guards rushed in shock to the station where the train had been parked. Seeing Silvermane Guards sprawled all over the ground, they hurried to try waking them up.
Unfortunately, Sampo's exclusive homemade smoke bomb had absolutely incredible hypnotic effects. Everyone was sleeping soundly. Hilariously, no one could be woken up at all.
So the guards hurriedly called for reinforcements and moved away the guards lying on the ground, along with Gepard. The funniest one was Gepard.
Some guards burst out laughing when they saw Gepard lying there in nothing but his underwear. Whether it was because Sampo held a grudge or because Gepard's armor was too valuable, Sampo had stripped every piece of armor off him, leaving a man with his final shred of dignity—his underwear still on.
"Haha, even Garrison Officer Gepard has a day like this~"
Some guards cheerfully carried the nearly naked Gepard on their backs. A few even happily smacked his pale bare buttocks and laughed. Then one slapped him, then another, until before they realized it, Gepard's butt had been slapped swollen. Both cheeks were red, swollen, and a full size bigger.
"..."
"Pfft~"
"Oh no, we're screwed!"
"We slapped Garrison Officer Gepard's butt swollen. Don't any of you blab, or our lives as guards will be over."
"Right, right. Brothers, keep your mouths shut. If he asks what happened, we'll say it was Sampo!"
"Exactly! Sampo must have resented Garrison Officer Gepard for locking him up, so he knocked him out, stripped off his armor, and spanked him. That's right, that's exactly what happened!"
One guard said with a cheerful grin, and the others nodded with smiles. They decided to stick to that explanation unanimously.
Later, Gepard was awakened by the burning pain in his buttocks, and he even suspected someone had violated him?
Only after hearing the guards' barely restrained, laughter-filled explanation did Gepard's face cycle between black and red.
"Sampo!"
Gepard's furious, humiliated roar rang throughout the entire Upper City. The guards exchanged guilty looks. They would never admit that they were the ones who had slapped Gepard's butt swollen. Otherwise, the enraged Gepard would definitely crush them flat.
At that moment, Sampo, who was driving the train toward the Lower City, suddenly shivered for no reason. He looked around in confusion and scratched his head.
He had no idea that he had somehow been saddled with the blame.
By then, Theresa had severed every chain sealing the route. She jumped onto the connection between the train cars, pulled open the door, and entered the train.
{Dangerous action. Do not imitate.}
"Thanks for the effort, but Theresa, are you seriously bringing Bronya into the Lower City? Don't forget, she's still wearing a Silvermane Guard uniform."
Dan Heng looked at the cheerfully returning Theresa and asked in confusion.
"This is called making Cocolia wary of hurting the hostage. That way, she won't dare send a huge group of guards charging down here. Besides, the people of the Lower City have long resented those above them. If they see the guards rushing down, they definitely won't stand by and watch. They'll definitely start fighting."
"And the guards above certainly have their own duties, so I can say for sure that Cocolia won't dare act recklessly."
"Then I'll add another layer of insurance. Her daughter is with us, and I also want her to see the real Belobog."
Theresa said with a smile as she sat beside Bronya.
Dan Heng watched Theresa speak with assurance. When she wasn't acting foolish, she was still quite reliable.
As for foolish Theresa, there was nothing he could do about her. First, they were fellow Stellaron Hunters. Second, unless he evolved into Imbibitor Lunae, there was no way he could suppress a foolish Theresa.
"Alright, I should wake March 7th and Stelle. We need to change Duck Duck into another outfit. Wearing a Silvermane Guard uniform while wandering around the Lower City, which is full of hostility toward the Upper City, is practically asking to die."
As Theresa spoke, she bought a bottle of medicated oil from the Herta Space Station System store, unscrewed the cap, and let the sleeping March 7th and Stelle smell it. The cool, spicy stimulation made them wake up sneezing. Theresa hurriedly dodged away to avoid getting the medicated oil on their noses. Otherwise, that sensation would be unbelievably intense!
{When the author was little, the author accidentally applied medicated oil to the philtrum beneath their nose. That lingering, spicy, cool burning sensation really left the author numb.}
{Apparently, some absolute maniacs have rubbed medicated oil on their balls and little dicks. Tell us about your experience?}
"Achoo!"
March 7th and Stelle rubbed their noses and woke up groggily. Theresa put away the medicated oil.
"You're awake. We're currently on our way to the Lower City."
"Oh, and I brought Bronya down too. To keep Cocolia from doing anything reckless, I had no choice but to use her daughter Bronya as a hostage."
"I woke you two so you could help her change into new clothes. The Lower City is extremely hostile toward people from the Upper City, especially the Silvermane Guard."
Theresa explained to March 7th and Stelle.
"Uwaah, not gonna lie, that was a pretty comfortable sleep."
Stelle said, rubbing her eyes and yawning.
"Yeah. It feels like it could be used for something proper. It'd be great if someone developed it into a sleep aid. Take a deep breath, smell it once, and you'd immediately pass out. Sampo really doesn't know how to make money."
March 7th also rubbed her eyes and complained.
"Maybe the lack of supplies here forced him to use it that way?"
Theresa mused as she complained.
"Didn't you say you were changing her clothes? There should be other train cars, right? Don't forget, I'm a man."
Dan Heng reminded the three women. Upon hearing that, Theresa carried the sleeping Bronya toward another car. March 7th and Stelle eagerly followed, while Dan Heng closed his eyes to rest.
The three women entered another train car, and March 7th and Stelle quickly drew the curtains. Then Theresa, March 7th, and Stelle began changing Bronya into a new outfit: a form-fitting, slightly alluring formal dress resembling a qipao.
What surprised Theresa and the others was that Bronya was not small at all. She had merely been wearing a chest binder to make herself look smaller. Once they undid the restraint, her soft, bouncy breasts jiggled before them. March 7th and Stelle excitedly grabbed and played with them, while Theresa watched with a flushed face, somewhat eager to join in.
Only then did they remember that they were supposed to change Duck Duck's clothes. They took the formal dress Theresa had provided and put it on Bronya. Sure enough, Bronya looked quite beautiful in formalwear. Especially now that her chest was no longer restrained, she looked exceptionally sexy and charming.
Go on, touch them! This system wants to experience how they feel too!
The Herta Space Station System shouted excitedly, eager to stir up trouble.
"Ehh, I'll pass. For some reason, I actually feel a little envious?"
As Theresa adjusted the sleeping Duck Duck's formal dress, she complained in surprise inwardly.
Hehe, you're falling into femininity! Under the influence of female hormones, you'll become more and more feminine. Little cutie, stop struggling and just be adorable Theresa!
The Herta Space Station System laughed excitedly.
Ding dong, an unknown mission has arrived: Accept your true self. Reward unknown.
Today's beautiful picture: Duck Duck's formal dress
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