Ark Simulator, Aren't I Supposed to Have No Physical Form?

Volume 17, Chapter 1077: Warning!

"What... what exactly do you want?!" Su Rui finally lost his temper, abruptly removing the book from his face to reveal a handsome face flushed red, filled with shame, anger, and extreme impatience! His dark eyes burned with rage, his voice hoarse and sharp with excitement, "Stay away from me! I'm warning you! I can fight!!" He tried to intimidate them with the fiercest tone, salvaging his crumbling dignity and sense of security.

However, his "fierce but cowardly" appearance, coupled with his bright red ears and panicked eyes, did not intimidate the three women at all. Instead, he looked more like a beautiful cat cornered against a wall, its fur standing on end in a show of bravado, making him even more adorable and tempting to bully him!

"Pfft—" Mostima was the first to burst out laughing. Instead of backing away, she took another step closer, almost touching Su Rui. "Can you fight? Little Su, in your current state... who can you fight? Throw books at us?" She reached out, actually wanting to pinch Su Rui's puffed-up cheeks!

"Mostima!" Lemuen couldn't help but call out to stop her, while instinctively trying to pull Su Rui toward her.

Just then, it's unclear who moved first (most likely Mostima who was deliberately causing trouble), or if the ground was too slippery, or if Su Rui was struggling too much... the situation instantly spiraled out of control!

"Oops!"

"Careful!"

With a few gasps, the three people who were already huddled around the recliner lost their balance and all fell towards Su Rui, who was lying on the chair!

Su Rui's pupils constricted! Almost instinctively, he wanted to roll away or block with his hands! With his reaction speed and strength, he could easily break free or even counterattack before being pinned down! But... just as his muscles tensed and he was about to exert force, his gaze met the pair of lake-blue eyes of Lemuen, who was closest to him, filled with panic and worry... and the expression on Fiammetta's face next to her, almost ashamed to the point of tears...

If he were to push them away forcefully or retaliate, he could potentially injure them... especially Lemuen has difficulty moving around!

In that split second of hesitation, it was too late!

"Bang!"

"Hmm!"

The muffled thuds and low gasps of three or four people colliding rang out simultaneously!

Su Rui felt a sudden darkness engulf him as a heavy weight, a mixture of different scents and soft touches, crashed down on him! Mostima's mischievous smile, Fiammetta's panicked red eyes, and Lemuen's worried gaze magnified and intersected before his eyes! His back slammed heavily onto the soft cushions of the recliner, which creaked under the weight!

Then came contact with more parts of his body! Arms, shoulders, waist... different soft and warm body parts pressed tightly against and pressed against him! Mostima's arms even accidentally wrapped around his neck, Fiammetta's knees pressed against the side of his legs, and Lemuen... because of the wheelchair's fixation and angle, her upper body was almost completely pressed against his chest!

Su Rui: "!!!"

He froze completely! His mind Blank! All sounds, images, and sensations seemed to be slowed down and stretched out infinitely in that moment!

He could clearly feel the softness and weight of the three women's bodies pressing down on him! He could smell the familiar fragrance of Lemuen's hair, the unique scent of spices on Mostima, and the faint, sun-kissed scent of soap on Fiammetta! He could hear their chaotic breathing and gasps so close to his face!

Shame! Anger! Panic! And then there was... a completely unfamiliar, overwhelming feeling of helplessness, a feeling so strange, so suffocating, that he was enveloped in softness and warmth! It engulfed him like a tsunami!

"Let me go!!!" He almost screamed the words, his voice distorted by extreme embarrassment! He instinctively began to struggle, his hands wildly pushing away the person on top of him! But his movements were weak and powerless due to being suppressed and panicked, more like a futile struggle.

"Don't move! Su Rui! Be careful not to fall!" Lemuen's anxious voice rang in his ears. She tried to steady herself, but her awkward posture prevented her from doing so.

"Oh dear~ Little Su, don't be shy~ It's warmer when everyone's huddled together~" This was Mostima's mischievous, laughing voice.

"I'm... I'm sorry! Su Rui! I didn't mean to!" This was Fiammetta's tearful, panicked apology.

In the chaos, someone's hand touched his side (a sensitive area!), and Su Rui shuddered violently. His struggling movements froze instantly, and a suppressed, humiliating whimper escaped his throat! His cheeks, ears, neck, and even the skin exposed outside his clothes turned as red as a boiled shrimp! His usually cold black eyes were now filled with tears, brimming with shame, helplessness, and... a near-collapse of despair!

He Su Rui! The cold-blooded Executor of Laterano! A figure feared by all! He was actually... actually pinned down by three women in such an extremely undignified position?! Unable to move?! This was an utter disgrace! The greatest humiliation of his life!

The three people on top of him finally realized the awkwardness of their position and... Su Rui's explosive emotions. Lemuen was the first to react. She suppressed her embarrassment and tried to prop herself up. "Quick... get up! You're crushing Su Rui!"

Mostima, grinning, slowly prepared to get up, seemingly still enjoying the chaotic scene. Fiammetta, on the other hand, frantically tried to get up, but nearly fell back down due to her nervousness.

The setting sun bathed the poolside backyard in a warm orange glow, and the air seemed to freeze for a moment. Su Rui was pinned to the lounge chair in a chaotic, almost human pyramid-like fashion by Mostima, Fiammetta, and Lemuen. His body was stiff, his cheeks, ears, and even neck were shockingly red, and his dark eyes were filled with unbelievable embarrassment and a near-explosive helplessness. His scream, "Let me go!!!", distorted and shrill, echoed through the courtyard.

However, the scene he had anticipated— Su Rui's furious table-flipping or his cold-faced shoving of everyone—did not occur. Just as he was about to increase the force of his struggle and his rationality was about to snap, he met Lemuen's lake-blue eyes, which were close at hand and filled with worry and anxiety. Those eyes were like a basin of slightly cool water, instantly extinguishing the small flame of violence that had ignited in his heart due to extreme shame.

At the same time, he could clearly feel Fiammetta's tearful, sincere apology, and her body trembling slightly with nervousness. He could also feel Mostima's face, which, though despicable, seemed... to have no real malice, carrying a mischievous smile.

These three women... one was his Lemuen, another was Fiammetta, a troublesome but somewhat comrade-in-arms, and the third was... Mostima, whose behavior was strange but who didn't seem to pose any real threat for the time being. Was he really going to use force against them for this absurd, almost childish scene? That would be... making a mountain out of a molehill. And, it seemed... a bit beneath him?

Volume 17, Chapter 1078: I Don't Eat Sankta Desserts

In that brief moment of hesitation, his tense muscles miraculously relaxed a little. It was a kind of... resigned, helpless relaxation. The struggling stopped, turning into a kind of... half-hearted, futile thrashing. He found that he might not be completely unable to bear this... feeling of being surrounded by softness and warmth? Although the way it was done was extremely awkward and shameful.

"Don't move! Su Rui! Be careful not to fall!" Lemuen's anxious voice rang out again. She tried to sit up, but due to the angle and the limitations of the wheelchair, her movements were somewhat clumsy.

"Oh my~ Little Su, don't be shy~ Look, isn't it warmer when everyone's huddled together?" Mostima's cheerful voice came from behind. Instead of getting up immediately, she adjusted her position to make herself more "comfortable," and deliberately rubbed her arm against Su Rui's shoulder.

"I... I'm sorry! Su Rui! I... I'll get up right away!" Fiammetta scrambled to her feet, but her panic prevented her from doing so.

Listening to the cacophony around Su Rui, feeling the heavy, soft "burden" on his body, and the hands groping haphazardly, trying to find support... he took a deep, deep breath, and then exhaled very slowly, as if trying to expel all the frustration, shame, and helplessness in his chest with that breath.

"Forget it," he thought resignedly. "Why bother arguing with these women? I've already lost face. Struggling any further will only make me look worse. Besides... it doesn't seem so bad? Except for being a little hot, a little breathless, and... incredibly ashamed."

He gave up resisting. His body completely relaxed, collapsing onto the soft cushions of the lounge chair like a lump of mud. He even subtly adjusted the angle of his neck to distribute Lemuen's weight on his chest more evenly, so as not to make her uncomfortable. Then, he raised his only relatively free arm (the other was half-pressed down by Mostima) and, with some effort, pulled his portable terminal from the pocket of his beach shorts.

His movements were so natural, as if he weren't the one who had just been filled with shame and anger, almost losing his temper.

Mostima, Fiammetta, and Lemuen were all bewildered by his sudden, 180-degree turn in attitude. The three of them remained in an awkward position on top of him, looking at each other, momentarily forgetting what to do.

Su Rui ignored their astonished gazes, skillfully unlocking the screen and rapidly gliding his fingers across the virtual keyboard, seemingly browsing something. His expression had returned to its usual indifference, but the lingering blush on his cheeks and ears betrayed his inner turmoil. He tried to make his voice sound steady and natural, even carrying a hint of... deliberate nonchalance:

"... What should we eat tonight?" he asked, staring at the screen without looking up, as if the terrifying "accident" had never happened.

"Huh?" Fiammetta was still in a daze and subconsciously uttered a single syllable.

Lemuen was also stunned, her lake-blue eyes filled with confusion and... a hint of amusement? Su Rui's way of changing the subject... was so abrupt! But... strangely endearing?

Mostima was the first to react. A strong sense of interest and amusement flashed in her eyes, and her smile deepened. Instead of getting up, she rested her chin on Su Rui's shoulder, which wasn't being pressed down, and leaned closer to look at his screen. "Oh~ Little Su, you're already thinking about dinner? Hungry?" Her tone was teasing.

Su Rui's body stiffened almost imperceptibly, but he didn't flinch. He kept staring at the screen, his tone stiff. "... Um... a little." He paused, then added, as if stating an objective fact. "The amount of exercise... was a bit too much. It was exhausting." When he said the word "exercise," his tone was extremely unnatural, and his ears turned even redder.

Lemuen couldn't help but chuckle. She finally adjusted her posture, supporting herself on her elbows and slightly raising her upper body to reduce the pressure on Su Rui, but still leaning against him. Looking at Su Rui's awkward attempt to appear calm, though his neck was flushed red, the discomfort she felt from Mostima's proximity vanished, replaced by tenderness and affection. She softly replied, "Okay, what do you want to eat? Shall we order takeout? Or eat out?"

Su Rui glanced at her quickly, then averted his gaze, his finger swiping across the screen. "... Whatever. You decide." He paused, as if remembering something extremely important, then looked up, his gaze sweeping over the three women on top of him (mainly focusing on Mostima and Fiammetta), his tone unwavering. "... No sweets allowed. Or... order sweets separately, don't mix them together."

This was his absolute bottom line! He would never allow his dinner to be tainted by anything sweet or cloying!

Mostima and Fiammetta exchanged a glance, both seeing amusement in each other's eyes. Fiammetta's blush faded slightly, replaced by a wry smile. Mostima chuckled and replied, "We know, we know~ We understand Little Su's tastes~ Long live the savory lovers~" She then poked Su Rui's prominent collarbone with her finger, "So... how about some barbecue? Or seafood? Or... try some local specialties... um... wood-fired pizza? I heard there's a place with a really thin, crispy crust and a savory sauce~"

She actually started seriously discussing the menu! It was as if they weren't sitting in an extremely awkward position, but properly ordering food in a restaurant!

Su Rui seemed to have been led astray by the topic. He frowned and thought for a moment before offering his opinion, "... barbecue. Or... that pizza place, we could try that." He was always picky about food, but as long as he could avoid sweetness, he was willing to try.

"I think the pizza is good~" Lemuen agreed. "We can order different flavors, half savory, half... with some fruit? For us?" She smiled and looked at Mostima and Fiammetta.

"Okay, okay! I want a fruit pizza!" Fiammetta gradually relaxed and joined the discussion.

And so, in the backyard, where the atmosphere suddenly shifted, a bizarre yet harmonious scene unfolded: three women, dressed in revealing swimsuits and each with a distinct style, were practically surrounding a silver-haired boy, pinning him to a deck chair. The boy, with an air of utter despair, held up his device and earnestly discussed the dinner menu with the women pressing down on him! The conversation ranged from the grilling techniques to pizza toppings, from which restaurant had the best reviews to whether or not to order drinks... and the atmosphere... strangely, became inexplicably harmonious?

Volume 17, Chapter 1079: Gradually Getting Used

Although Su Rui still maintained a stern expression, his tense body had unconsciously relaxed completely. He would even occasionally frown at some unreliable restaurant recommendation from Mostima, or hum in response to Lemuen's gentle questions. He seemed to be... gradually getting used to this feeling of being "surrounded"? Although it was still embarrassing, it... didn't seem as unbearable as he had imagined? Especially when Lemuen's breath was so close, and when her soft hair occasionally brushed against his cheek, a strange sense of security actually overwhelmed his shame.

In the end, dinner was decided to be ordered from that supposedly very good wood-fired pizza place, along with some chicken wings and salad. Su Rui was in charge of the savory pizza and chicken wings, Lemuen, Mostima, and Fiammetta shared the fruit pizza and dessert.

"So it's settled then?" Lemuen, looking down and smiling at Su Rui beneath her.

Su Rui grunted in agreement, which was considered the final decision. He put down the terminal, seemingly having finally completed this "difficult" task. Then, as if he had exhausted all his strength, he closed his eyes and let out a long, resigned sigh. He looked just like a feline that had been forced to work and was finally freed.

Mostima, seeing his expression, finally couldn't help but burst into laughter, laughing so hard she was shaking. Fiammetta also couldn't help but chuckle. Lemuen, on the other hand, smiled gently and reached out to lightly tidy the slightly messy silver hair on his forehead.

"Alright~ Discussion over~" Mostima finally had a change of heart and was the first to get up from Su Rui. She also helped the still shy Fiammetta Lemuen to sit up straight by holding onto the armrests of her wheelchair.

With the weight suddenly gone, Su Rui felt his breathing become much easier. But he didn't get up immediately. Instead, he remained slumped in the position for a few more seconds before slowly and reluctantly sitting up. He straightened his wrinkled T-shirt, his face expressionless, but the blush on his ears was still obvious.

He glanced at Mostima and Fiammetta, who were laughing heartily beside him, then at Lemuen, who was gazing at him tenderly. In the end, he said nothing, simply picked up the terminal, and began taking orders. It was as if the absurd "pressing incident" and the subsequent "recliner menu discussion" were merely an insignificant interlude.

However, when he skillfully entered the delivery address and clearly wrote in the remarks column, "One pizza, no sweet sauce, individually packaged," the corner of his mouth curved upwards almost imperceptibly, though it quickly returned to its straight shape.

This evening, though it began awkwardly and chaotically, ended... well, not badly? At least dinner was sorted out. And... Su Rui secretly glanced at Lemuen, who was chatting and laughing with Mostima, and thought to herself:... It seems that this kind of... liveliness isn't entirely unacceptable?

With the dinner menu finalized, the atmosphere in the backyard completely relaxed. Mostima and Fiammetta finally got off Su Rui, each straightening their slightly disheveled swimsuits and towels. Su Rui also slowly sat up, the blush on her face from extreme embarrassment fading somewhat in the afterglow of the setting sun and the cool sea breeze, leaving only a faint pink at the base of her ears, indicating that the "accident" just now was not a dream.

He subconsciously raised his hand, irritably rubbing his slightly disheveled silver hair. His dark eyes were lowered, long eyelashes casting a small shadow beneath them, concealing the complex emotions that had not yet fully subsided within them. He still felt that what had just happened was utterly absurd, a "dark history" unlike anything he had ever experienced before! But strangely, the expected rage and coldness did not materialize. Instead, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness and a resigned helplessness?

Perhaps it was because Lemuen was there; her gentle gaze and silent reassurance acted like the most effective tranquilizer, calming the surging anger in his heart. Or perhaps it was because deep down he knew that while Mostima and Fiammetta's behavior was outrageous, it wasn't truly malicious (at least Mostima's motives were questionable, but Fiammetta was definitely a victim and accomplice). Or perhaps it was because... that feeling of being enveloped in softness and warmth, though shameful,... didn't seem entirely repulsive? Especially after confirming his own safety and with Lemuen present?

Just as he was engaging in intense and awkward self-persuasion, a cool and soft hand gently touched the back of his hand, which was resting on his knee.

Su Rui paused slightly, then looked up to meet Lemuen's smiling, lake-blue eyes, so close to hers. Her gaze was as gentle as spring water, carrying reassurance, understanding, and a hint of... cunning? as if to say, "See, it's not a big deal, right?"

"Are you still angry?" Lemuen asked softly, her fingertips gently stroking the back of his hand.

Looking into her eyes, the last vestiges of displeasure and awkwardness in Su Rui's heart melted away like snow under the sun. He awkwardly looked away, letting out a very soft, slightly aggrieved hum from his nose. "... Boring." Although his tone was still stiff, the coldness that kept people at a distance had completely disappeared.

Lemuen smiled gently, knowing he no longer cared. She lightly squeezed his hand, then released it, pushed the wheelchair, and slightly adjusted her position so she could lean more comfortably against the armrest of the recliner next to Su Rui. It was a silent invitation and acceptance, signifying that "the storm has passed, and everything is as usual."

Su Rui felt her approaching breath and his body relaxed almost imperceptibly. He even slightly turned his body to make more room for Lemuen's wheelchair, allowing her to get closer. This small gesture was so subtle as to be almost imperceptible, yet it clearly showed his attitude—he accepted this reassurance and tacitly approved of the continuation of this intimacy.

Mostima and Fiammetta witnessed the entire scene. Mostima's eyes flashed with knowing amusement and a hint of "I knew it," while Fiammetta breathed a sigh of relief, a relieved smile spreading across her face. It seemed that Young Master Su Rui's anger had truly subsided.

"Oh dear~ the rain has stopped~" Mostima broke the brief silence with a cheerful laugh. She pulled over another lounge chair and unceremoniously sat down next to Su Rui, crossing her legs and casually draping a towel over them, her posture languid and comfortable. "I was so scared just now~ I thought Little Su was really going to make a move~"

Fiammetta, blushing, sat down on a chair a little further away and whispered in agreement, "Yes... I'm sorry, Su Rui, we didn't mean to..."

Volume 17, Chapter 1080: Truly lacking in discretion.

Su Rui didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, only letting out a muffled murmur in response. He picked up the terminal again, seemingly intending to continue his interrupted "surfing the internet," but didn't put on headphones, clearly not bothered by the surrounding conversations.

The atmosphere relaxed again. The sun gradually sank below the horizon, dyeing the sky a magnificent purplish-red. The pool water reflected the sunlight, creating a scene as beautiful as a painting. A cool sea breeze blew, dispelling the day's heat.

Mostima was a chatterbox who couldn't stay still, and she started talking about all sorts of things. From which seafood market in Siesta had the freshest produce, to the latest dessert trends in Laterano, to a funny blunder caused by one of her Executor companions... Her topics jumped around wildly, and her language was vivid and interesting, always making Fiammetta and Lemuen chuckle.

Fiammetta gradually relaxed, occasionally chiming in to share her experiences from missions or to add to the conversation about Mostima. The two women chatted animatedly, their cheerful laughter echoing in the courtyard.

Su Rui was completely absorbed in his own world, his fingers swiping rapidly across the terminal screen. Occasionally, he would raise an eyebrow almost imperceptibly when he saw something interesting (most likely a weapon review or tactical analysis), but most of the time he remained expressionless, as if the noise around him had nothing to do with him.

However, this "it's none of my business" attitude did not last long.

As the conversation went on, the topic unconsciously veered towards more... feminine and private areas. For example, which brand of skincare products is more effective for after-sun repair, the color of a new limited-edition lipstick that they'd recently spotted, and even... they started discussing their body management and... the comfort of their underwear?!

When Mostima complained in an exaggerated tone that a certain sports bra was so tight she could hardly breathe, and tried to get Fiammetta to feel if her ribs were pressed in, Su Rui's finger, which was swiping the screen, suddenly stopped! His ears turned red in a flash! He tried his best to control his expression, pretending he hadn't heard anything, but his tight lips and slightly reddened neck betrayed his inner turmoil.

Lemuen noticed his embarrassment and couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle. Instead of stopping Mostima's "dangerous" topic, she joined the discussion with a mischievous attitude, sharing her experience in choosing pajamas.

Su Rui: "..." He felt like he was sitting on pins and needles! These women! How could they talk about anything?! He tried to focus his attention entirely on the terminal screen, but the words "fabric feel," "support," and "lace" still uncontrollably drilled into his ears! He could even feel Mostima and Fiammetta unconsciously moving closer to him as they talked, caught up in their conversation!

Mostima seemed completely oblivious to Su Rui's embarrassment, or rather, she was doing it on purpose. As she spoke, she very naturally reached out and gently twirled a strand of Su Rui's silver hair that had fallen onto the armrest of the recliner, playing with it between her fingertips while commenting, "Oh, Little Su's hair is so nice~ so soft and smooth~ what shampoo do you use?"

Su Rui's body stiffened instantly! He tried to pull his hair back, but Mostima was gripping it very gently; if he used too much force, he would only appear to be overreacting. His face darkened, and he forced out through gritted teeth, "... Let go."

Mostima didn't loosen up; instead, she grinned and moved closer, almost touching his ear, whispering, "What? Shy? You're not happy about being praised?" Her warm breath brushed against his earlobe, sending a shiver down his spine.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Fiammetta, caught up in the excitement of the conversation, unconsciously patted Su Rui's arm (she had originally intended to pat the armrest of the chair next to her, but the angle was off), and said in a cheerful tone, "Yeah, yeah! Su Rui, your skin is so fair! How do you take care of it? Do you never go out in the sun?"

Su Rui: "!!!" He felt like he was about to explode! These two women! Don't they have any sense of propriety?! He instinctively wanted to dodge or shout at them.

However, just a second before he was about to explode, he felt Lemuen, who was leaning against him, gently take his hand, which was resting on his knee. Her fingertips were cool and had a soothing touch. She didn't stop Mostima and Fiammetta's "harassment," but simply told him in this way: It's okay, I'm here, let them be.

This small gesture, like a cool stream, instantly extinguished the flames that were about to ignite in Su Rui's heart. He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the urge to push Mostima away and reprimand Fiammetta. He turned his face away, ignoring Mostima's fingers playing with his hair and Fiammetta's hand slapping his arm, but instead gripped the terminal even tighter, his knuckles turning slightly white, expressing a silent protest and... forbearance through his actions.

Mostima and Fiammetta seemed to sense Su Rui's limit, and they didn't push their luck. Mostima played with his hair for a while, then let go with a grin and started teasing Fiammetta instead. Fiammetta also withdrew her hand and continued chatting excitedly.

Su Rui's tense nerves slowly relaxed. He realized that he might not actually be so averse to this level of intimacy anymore, especially with Lemuen right beside him, holding his hand. This feeling of being "surrounded," while still making him a little uncomfortable, also seemed to have added a touch of... indescribable... warmth? and... a sense of belonging?

He still didn't participate in their conversations, only occasionally, when the topic touched on areas he might know about (such as the maintenance of a certain weapon, or the local customs and culture of a certain region), he would very briefly interject with a word or two, correcting a mistake or adding a detail. His tone was flat, as if he were stating an objective fact.

Even such insignificant participation was enough to surprise Mostima and Fiammetta, who would immediately steer the conversation toward Su Rui, trying to get him to say more. Lemuen, on the other hand, would look at him with a smile, her eyes full of encouragement and tenderness.

As the sun completely set and night began to fall, the landscape lights around the pool automatically turned on, emitting a soft glow. Just then, the food delivery phone rang, breaking the warm and slightly intimate atmosphere in the courtyard.

"The food is here, I'll go get it." Su Rui stood up almost immediately, his movements as fast as if he were fleeing the scene, and quickly walked into the house with his terminal in hand. It was as if if he stayed for another second, he would be completely devoured by the "demonic voice" and "demonic claws" of those three women.

Chapter 1081 of Volume 17 is a character.

Watching Su Rui practically flee in panic, Mostima and Fiammetta exchanged a glance and couldn't help but burst into laughter. Lemuen also shook her head with a smile, her eyes full of doting affection and helplessness.

This evening, though filled with unexpected events and awkward moments, ultimately ended in a strange, warm, and harmonious way. Under Lemuen's "protection," Su Rui seemed to be slowly adapting to this noisy yet intimate way of being surrounded by her "girlfriends." Although the process was still awkward, the result... didn't seem too bad. At least, dinner was sorted out, and it was his favorite savory pizza.

As the sun sank completely below the horizon, only a vibrant crimson sunset remained, like a spilled palette of colors. The swimming pool in the villa's backyard, illuminated by landscape lights, shimmered with a deep blue light, a stark contrast to the deepening night. The air was filled with the salty, damp scent of the sea and the languid charm unique to a summer night.

The delivery phone rang like a savior, temporarily rescuing Su Rui from his near-evaporation from the awkwardness of Mostima and Fiammetta's "girls' private chatter." He practically sprang up from his recliner, tossed out a curt "The food's here, I'll come get it," and dashed into the villa without looking back, almost fleeing in panic, leaving only a silver afterimage in his wake.

Watching his retreating figure, which was practically a "runaway escape," Mostima and Fiammetta were first taken aback, then burst into unrestrained, silvery laughter. Even Lemuen in her wheelchair couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle, her lake-blue eyes filled with helplessness and doting. Mostima was truly a genius to push Su Rui to this point.

"Oh my gosh~ Little Su looks so cute when she's shy~" Mostima laughed heartily, stretched, and stood up from the lounge chair to loosen her limbs. Her gaze swept over the shimmering pool, then looked at some water toys placed nearby (probably provided by the villa), a mischievous glint flashing in her lake-blue eyes.

"Hey, Fiammetta," she nudged Fiammetta, who was still wiping away tears of laughter, with her elbow, and said in a low, seductive voice, "Look, it's still early, dinner won't be here for a while~ It's so hot, and the pool is so beautiful, it's so boring just waiting, isn't it? How about... we play something fun?" As she spoke, she bent down and picked up two exaggeratedly shaped, brightly colored plastic water guns from the toy basket next to her!

Fiammetta stared at the two water guns for a moment, then her face lit up with an eager expression. After all, she was a young girl with a playful nature. The tension and embarrassment she felt earlier from Mostima dragging her around and "teasing" Su Rui had now transformed into an urge to relax and let loose.

"Sure!" Fiammetta readily agreed, taking the water gun Mostima handed her and expertly checking the water tank. "How do we play?"