The 50 affection points she had only managed to earn by offering a kiss were now steadily dropping. Anyone would have a breakdown over that.
Herta was very serious about resolving the crisis posed by the Spirit known as the Silver Gun Prince.
Whether it was to keep Bronya out of danger or to protect this less-than-wonderful world, she refused to back down.
"Sis, it looks like the think tank's thinking was too limited..."
"Next, just do what I tell you, Sis. We'll definitely get those affection points back!"
"Migu, migu..."
"W-will this really work, Suzuko?"
"It has to, Sis! Don't you trust my intelligence? I became a commander at such a young age thanks to my extraordinary wisdom and boldness!"
"Okay, I understand. Let's give it one last try!"
Ending the secret communication, Herta turned her gaze back to the Silver Gun Prince, her beautiful pale purple eyes filled with resolve.
"How about Kun Kun? He's good at singing, dancing, rap, and basketball!"
"Like this..."
Hooking her slender fingers around the straps of her close-fitting lace undergarment, Herta began dancing right in front of Lin Feng.
Her full, proud breasts quivered as Herta shrugged her shoulders and swayed, repeatedly hopping from side to side on the spot.
She also reached her slender fingers toward the Silver Gun Prince, then retreated with exaggerated steps, her face full of arrogance.
"Holy shit... so damn hot..."
Watching the beautiful Herta perform her bizarrely catchy dance, even the Silver Gun Prince, whose expression had remained cold all along, could not help voicing his heartfelt reaction.
"Sis, you're absolutely amazing! You only watched it once, and you've already grasped its essence!"
"If you ask me, you're incredibly charming right now, every bit as good as a dancer who's trained for two and a half