Ah...
The softness Elysia had assessed?
Hearing that, Russell thought for a moment.
"'I'll kill you tomorrow,' 'I'll kill you after a while,' 'I'll wait until you die of illness,' 'I'll dig up your grave after you die,' 'You damned ghost, don't die'?"
Those remarks made Elysia freeze. But after thinking for a while, she nodded.
That description was strangely accurate.
Russell logged into the chat group and @-mentioned a certain snake.
"Are you a tsundere with a stubborn mouth?"
Mobius: ?!!
"You're trying to flirt with me? Is something wrong with your brain?"
"Or are you in heat?"
"If you're in heat, heh, why not come to my lab and try mating with me?"
That cauliflower snake instantly entered berserk mode, like the "rabid mad-dog type" girlfriend commonly described in reality, somewhere between a "cat-type girlfriend" and a "dog-type girlfriend."
What followed was an invitation to s e x that sounded like something only a cold-blooded biological researcher would say.
Excellent. That was the flavor.
This was exactly the feeling.
Full of emotion, yet forced by higher pursuits to lock away her heart and love, revealing nothing but coldness and even a nasty temperament.
"I really want to be a humble suitor who could only offer companionship, taking meticulous care of Miss Mobius's daily life, cautiously pursuing her like a mouse, only to be rejected outright."
"Even after being rejected, I'd still love her humbly—adding clothes when it got cold, serving tea in summer, helping with her work day and night, running around to raise funding for her research even when exhausted, painfully handing over my last check when she was short on money, and then suddenly dying."
Russell spoke in a tone like he was chanting poetry, and Elysia's expression instantly changed.
What kind of bizarre method of