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"Could that Three Inches Into Iron guy be Lin Feng?"

"If it really is him, I wouldn't mind him pinning me down... we've already done it anyway..."

As some rather strange thoughts surfaced in her mind, faint blushes crept across Asta's exquisite face.

What had happened last night had hurt a little, but it had also felt wonderful.

And doing that sort of thing with Lin Feng under March 7th's name brought an inexplicable sense of shame welling up inside her.

"Asta, what are you thinking?"

"Mr. Lin Feng would never be such a shameless creep. Right, absolutely not!"

"He's a gentleman who values loyalty and affection, a brave man willing to face the Antimatter Legion to protect Herta Space Station and me!"

Puffing out her cheeks, Asta muttered a few complaints, then quietly nodded to herself.

The reason she had thought of Lin Feng was that no one new had joined that anonymous group for some time.

And Lin Feng had only gotten his phone today, so perhaps there really was a tiny possibility.

But judging by Three Inches Into Iron's perverted comments and manner of speaking, he was nothing like Lin Feng, so Asta put that strange thought out of her mind.

"Ding, ding, ding..." Messages in the anonymous group continued scrolling across her phone screen.

Red-haired Turtledove: Iron bro, I think you're seriously done for. The group owner's got connections everywhere. Watch out, she might track you down in person!

Mars Robot: When it's time for the funeral feast, I'm sitting at the kids' table...

Unlicensed Spaceship Pilot: Rest in peace, Iron bro. We'll remember your moments of glory...

Three Inches Into Iron: I take back what I just said... I really didn't think it through...

Diligence Is the Path Through the Book Mountain: There is no greater virtue than recognizing your mistakes and correcting them...

Bill Gaiwa: Even Iron bro has to bow his head when the group owner threatens him. Guess this was how it had to end.

Three Inches Into Iron: The group owner might be some hideous hag. Me? I'm very faithful. I'm devoted exclusively to pretty girls.

Three Inches Into Iron: On second thought, the Herta Puppets are still the best. They're a little hard, but I could make do...

After Lin Feng sent another message, the thousand-member group actually fell briefly silent.

User "Three Inches Into Iron" has been muted for 13,450 years.

"Hmph... that's what you get for making me angry! This is the price of offending me!"

"Looks like Ms. Herta was right. I still need to work on my temperament. Getting angry over someone like that!"

Faced with that obnoxious anonymous user, Asta had used her permissions as group owner to mute him outright.

Since the Ms. Herta Solo Fan Association group had been created, Three Inches Into Iron was the first person to be directly muted.

After all, the whole point of the group was to let everyone speak freely.

As long as the comments weren't too outrageous, Asta turned a blind eye and wouldn't interfere much.

But that Three Inches Into Iron had gone too far today. He had actually called her ugly and said he wanted to pin her down. How could she possibly tolerate that?

Putting down her phone, Asta walked lightly over to the dressing table by herself.

Reflected in the ornate mirror, the pink-haired girl's beautiful, graceful figure was every bit the equal of the stars signed to Universal Entertainment.

Her long pink hair cascaded down behind her shoulders, with a golden metal hair clip fastened beside her left-swept bangs.

Her delicate features were utterly flawless, and her beautiful eyes were like clear lakes rippling with light.

Beneath her smooth, pale shoulders, a short white lace top outlined the perfectly proportioned curves of her breasts.

With no skirt hem hiding them, her long, pale legs were shapely and smooth, while white over-the-knee stockings added a touch of adorable allure.

"Hmph... what nonsense. I'm perfectly cute."

"Come to think of it... I wonder what Lin Feng is doing. Is he asleep already?"

Murmuring to herself, Asta pictured Lin Feng's handsome face, and her heart grew unsettled.

Everything that had happened last night, those vivid sensations, still echoed through her mind, making her alluring body tremble slightly.

Suddenly, an inexplicable urge welled up inside her. The pink-haired girl lightly bit her rosy lip and let her hand settle against the side of her soft, snowy-white thigh, while a blush spread across her youthful, lovely face.

Beneath the starry sky of the holographic wall, soft, enticing moans rang out, sweet and captivating.

A long while later... having changed into fresh pajamas, Asta cupped her burning cheeks in both hands and buried her head beneath the snowy-white covers.

"Ooh... how did this happen? This is so embarrassing..."

"No, no... Asta, you need to show a little restraint!"

After murmuring a few words to herself, the now somewhat exhausted Asta slowly closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

At that moment, the muted Lin Feng could only watch from the sidelines as the anonymous group's resident troublemakers put on their show.

Mars Robot: Rest in peace, Iron bro. You were a true warrior...

Bill Gaiwa: Muted for over ten thousand years. That's just ridiculous!

Unlicensed Spaceship Pilot: What can you do? After offending the group owner, did you really expect a happy ending?

Green Fatty Sea: Speaking of which, does anyone know who the group owner is?

Diligence Is the Path Through the Book Mountain: No idea. Probably someone who's been at the space station for a long time. This group's been around quite a while, after all.

Melon Farmer: Any colleagues from the medical department here? DM me. I need help with something urgent!

Bill Gaiwa: Hey, hey... Melon Farmer, you haven't set your sights on another target, have you?

Angel in White: As for the medical department, I think that important person from the Astral Express is receiving treatment there...

Unlicensed Spaceship Pilot: You mean Lady Himeko, right? She's the Astral Express's navigator, a big shot who knows Ms. Herta!

Rational Side Part: Melon Farmer, I'd advise you to behave yourself... don't get any funny ideas.

Mars Robot: Exactly... Goddess Himeko isn't someone you can lust after. Careful, or you'll get burned.

Melon Farmer: Pah, pah, pah... mind your own business! All I want is a high-resolution headshot of Himeko!

Everyone: Does not compute...

Reading the messages on his phone screen, Lin Feng narrowed his eyes slightly.

The mention of Himeko woke him right up. After all, she was one of his important targets too.

Judging by the conversation in the group, Melon Farmer was probably a woman, and her words and behavior suggested a strong interest in Himeko.

"Ahem... are the lilies back home blooming again? Has the lesbian ship already sailed?"

Lin Feng frowned, somewhat surprised. He really hadn't expected anyone else to be after Himeko.

Although Himeko was always gentle and rational, she was extremely fierce in battle.

The monomolecular chainsaw in her briefcase could tear through even the Doomsday Beast's armor. It was extraordinarily powerful.

She also carried a satellite locator that could call down devastating fire from the heavens onto her targets.

Although Lin Feng had never seen Himeko angry, he imagined her wrath would strike like thunder.

Although Lin Feng had never seen Himeko angry either, now that he thought about it, she must have been a force of nature.

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