Overflowing Love

Second floor of the house.

Thor slowly opened his eyes, a deep sense of exhaustion flashing in the depths of his gaze.

Providing dream training for three people simultaneously was still too heavy a burden for him at his current level.

However, just as Thor regained control of his body and attempted to rise, he found himself tilting backward.

The back of his head rested against a mass of exceptionally soft "cotton," the touch warm and yielding.

A pair of slender, delicate hands draped naturally from his shoulders, encircling him.

His entire body was sunken into a warm embrace.

Thor tilted his head slightly to look upward.

Syr was maintaining a side-sitting posture, wrapping her arms around him from behind and holding him firmly in her embrace.

Her chin rested lightly on his shoulder, and her gray eyes shimmered with a satisfied luster in the dim light.

"What are you doing?" Thor asked in a hoarse voice.

Syr smiled sweetly, tightening her grip slightly to press him more closely against her.

"I'm replenishing my [Thor Energy]~"

Thor felt as though he were sinking into a soft sofa.

The faint, spring-garden-like fragrance emanating from Syr drifted into his nostrils, strangely smoothing out some of his mental fatigue and bringing a sense of calm.

"I don't have any of this [Thor Energy] you speak of for you to replenish," Thor said helplessly, attempting to stand.

Syr's arms, however, tightened immediately, refusing to let him leave.

She pressed her cheek against the side of his neck, her voice thick with an inseparable love: "Using the ability to manifest dreams is indeed still too much for you, Lord Thor~"

This sentence reminded Thor of the torrent of energy injected into his body at the critical moment in the dream just now.

That power had instantly stabilized his crumbling control over the dream.

He understood.

It was Syr.

She had injected her own divine power into his body, allowing the training in the three dreams to proceed smoothly.

Thinking of how Syr had just been a great help, Thor's tense body relaxed slightly, and he no longer insisted on getting up.

He tacitly accepted this intimacy, allowing Syr to hold him from behind as they shared a moment of peace in the silent room.

This indulgence stirred ripples in Syr's heart.

She greedily drank in this hard-won tenderness, yet this brief satisfaction failed to quell her inner longing; instead, it acted like a lit fuse, causing her possessiveness and desire to burn even more fiercely.

She wanted... more attention, more pampering, more touches...

This thought grew wildly in the depths of her soul, nearly overflowing.

She tilted her head slightly, her warm lips almost brushing against Thor's ear, and with a hint of an elusive, sweet scent, she whispered into Thor's ear:

"Lord Thor... you really need Stardust right now, don't you~?"

Thor was slightly startled and looked sideways at Syr behind him.

Of course he needed Stardust; no amount was ever enough.

Since Syr had brought it up suddenly, was she planning to use the power of her Familia to collect Magic Stone for him to accelerate his recovery?

However, just as these thoughts turned in his mind, Syr loosened her embrace.

She pulled back slightly with a light movement, her hands folded gently over her flat abdomen, a smile of mixed pride and cunning blooming on her face.

"I have... worked quite hard, you know." Her voice carried a hint of coquettishness as if asking for credit, then she paused deliberately, as if hiding a little secret.

Thor sat up straight, a flash of surprise in his eyes as he looked at her.

Syr playfully stuck out the tip of her tongue before slowly adding: "But... I think I might have tried a little too hard~"

Thor's gaze instantly pierced through the thin layer of clothing and skin, landing deep within her abdomen.

More accurately, it landed on the Stardust he had made her swallow last night.

In just one day!

The Stardust core, which had originally emitted only a faint light, had now expanded more than tenfold!

The energy contained within was surging and stable, like a carefully nurtured seedling drawing nutrients wildly from the fertile soil of divine power, growing at a speed far beyond reason.

This speed... was truly astonishing.

If he extracted it, he could immediately obtain ten units of Stardust.

Thinking of reaching the 1,000,000 Stardust goal, if he relied solely on Syr, could he achieve this Great Feat in just about 275 years?

That speed was already fast enough.

Thor attempted to use the resonance between Stardust to draw the full-grown Stardust out from Syr's abdomen.

As his consciousness stirred, a familiar sense of heaviness immediately fed back to him.

As expected, just like the one inside Ais, it had taken deep root; the Stardust Power at this moment alone could not shake it in the slightest.

Syr could clearly feel the resistance of the stardust within her. She tilted her head slightly and smiled, "Was it cultivated a bit too heavily, I wonder?"

Thor pondered.

Remote extraction would clearly require a stronger force to act as a fulcrum.

I fear... it would take the resonance of at least 100 stardust to pry it loose.

But by the time he gathered 100 stardust, the stardust inside Syr would have grown to an unknown size, making it impossible to extract even then.

Just as he was contemplating how to remove it, Syr seemed to have anticipated this all along.

She raised a hand, her fingertips tapping lightly against her smooth cheek, her gray eyes swirling with a cunning light as she suggested:

"It seems the only way to get it out now is through more intimate physical contact, isn't it?"

Thor understood instantly.

When she swallowed the stardust last night, she was likely calculating this very moment.

The stardust was too heavy for remote extraction, and it could indeed be removed through deeper physical contact—for instance, by guiding it from within the mouth.

But that was not the only method Syr had in mind.

Using fingers to guide the star power was equally feasible.

Thinking of this, Thor hesitated no longer. He calmly extended two fingers, preparing to reach into Syr's mouth to use his fingertips as a medium to guide the stardust.

However, his hand had only reached halfway—

Syr gently grasped his wrist.

She lowered her head, pressing a warm kiss onto his extended fingertips.

Then, she guided Thor's hand, not toward her lips, but gently onto her slightly flushed cheek.

Her palm cupped the back of his hand, guiding his fingertips to feel the delicate warmth of her skin.

"That won't do, Thor-sama~"

Her voice carried a hint of sweet, playful reproach, yet her eyes were startlingly bright, as if she had seen through all his contingency plans and woven this small "resistance" into her carefully crafted web.

"You can't be so rough at a time like this~"

She pursed her lips slightly, as if suppressing some surging emotion.

Moonlight flowed over her like silver gauze through the window, outlining her hazy silhouette.

In that single instant, the pure charm originating from the depths of her soul—the very concept of beauty—blossomed without reservation, as if the moonlight itself had become her adornment.

Even with Thor's perspective, which transcended the mundane, he had to admit that the concept of beauty carried by the vessel before him had reached a certain pinnacle.

Syr had never been this nervous.

She could clearly feel a thin flush spreading across her skin from her rising body temperature, and she could almost hear the sound of her own heartbeat.

The gaze she fixed upon Thor was nearly overflowing with pure, extreme love and longing.

She knew perfectly well that even having gone this far, Thor would most likely choose the "more efficient" method of using two fingers to extract the stardust, just as she had anticipated.

This was already the best result she had imagined.

However—

Thor looked at her calmly, a trace of an elusive glimmer passing through his deep eyes.

The next second, defying all of Syr's predictions and expectations, he leaned in and kissed her.

The moment their lips touched, Syr's eyes widened, her mind going blank.

The contact, far exceeding her expectations, caused all her thoughts to instantly freeze.

She responded almost subconsciously, and quite clumsily.

She could clearly perceive the heavy [Stardust] within her.

It was being pulled by a gentle yet irresistible force, slowly detaching from the core of her life energy and rising along some invisible channel.

The sensation was strange and intimate, as if a part of her soul were being gently peeled away; it was the tenderness of the Creator God that she could feel.

Her hands tightened instinctively, clutching Thor's back, her fingertips nearly digging into his clothes as if to knead herself entirely into his existence.

Love, like a bursting dam, was held back no longer.

Time seemed to lose all meaning in this moment.

Until that stardust, nourished and exceptionally potent from the divine power, was completely removed and absorbed into Thor.

The light of the 75 stardust within him instantly surged to the scale of 85.

Immediately following, a brand new stardust was gently sent into Syr's mouth by him, sinking deep into her lower abdomen to take root once more.

The moment their lips parted, Syr gasped sharply, like a drowning person regaining air.

Her mind was a blank slate, with only the lingering warmth on her lips and the thunderous, frantic beating of her heart echoing in her chest.

Her eyes were hazy, barely able to focus.

Thor's voice rang out calmly, carrying a detachment that looked down upon the mortal world: "I grant almost every request to my Starry Heavens. If this is your wish, I shall naturally satisfy you."

He paused, his gaze falling upon her dazed face.

He knew exactly what Syr was thinking.

He could be said to be extremely doting toward his "children," and since he had taken Syr in, he would take responsibility for her.

However, he was not one to grant every whim to all his "children."

"But if you wish to obtain more..." his words were like an oracle, carrying an unquestionable weight, "then prove it to me. Prove that you are worth me casting my entire gaze upon you."

Having said this, he stood up, his movements devoid of the slightest hesitation.

"I am going to the first floor to keep Bell company. You should rest well here on the second floor."

The sound of his footsteps faded, disappearing at the top of the stairs.

The second floor returned to silence.

Syr remained slumped where she was, feeling as though all the strength had drained from her body.

Thor's scent, the warmth he projected, the weight of his words... everything, every single thing, echoed and branded itself repeatedly within her senses.

She raised her hand, her fingertips gently touching her lips.

Ah~

From the depths of her soul, a sigh of satisfaction mingled with endless greed spilled out silently.

The desire that had been briefly satisfied did not subside; instead, it transformed into an even more surging, uncontrollable, and eternal craving.

She wanted more.

Far, far more than just now.