"Reward? Of course there's a reward."
Yun Fan's voice, laced with deep meaning, came from the other end of the line. After a brief pause, under Sparkle's somewhat expectant anticipation, our Mr. Yun Fan finally spoke.
"Then how about I reward you by having you give birth to a little Sparkle for me?"
Reward you by having you give birth to a little Sparkle for me?
Reward you by having you give birth to a little Sparkle for me?
Reward you by having you give birth to a little Sparkle…
Yun Fan's words echoed in Sparkle's ears—like the whisper of a demon, like divine music descending from the high heavens, brimming with temptation.
Turning her gaze to our Miss Sparkle, the girl's face was now completely flushed with red. For the first time ever, this Masked Fool—who excelled at toying with people's hearts—felt a genuine wave of shyness deep in her soul. At this moment, she truly resembled an ordinary girl in the prime of her youth.
Seeing Sparkle fall silent on the other end of the line, the corners of the young man's mouth couldn't help but curve into a smile. It seemed he had completely grasped the girl on the other side.
On the other end of the line, after a long silence, our Miss Sparkle lightly parted her vermilion lips and—almost as if possessed—spoke.
"I-If you really want it… i-it's not impossible…"
Yun Fan: '???'
Old Sampo, who was eating melon on the side: '???!!!'
Yun Fan was completely thrown off by Sparkle's words. Wait, I was just casually teasing—how did you actually accept it?!
After a brief moment of stunned silence, our Mr. Yun Fan quickly recovered. He cleared his throat lightly before speaking.
"Ahem, well then, if that's the case, it's settled. In a couple of days, I'll…"
Beep beep beep…
Before Yun Fan could finish, a series of beeps suddenly came from the phone—the shy girl had hung up first.
"Hm… Is this an unexpected gain?" Yun Fan chuckled lightly and shook his head. Just as he was about to put the phone away, the young man suddenly remembered something.
He had called Sparkle… probably, seemingly, apparently… to have her help teach Sampo a lesson, right? Damn it! I forgot the main thing!
Unlocking the screen again, Yun Fan was just about to send Sparkle another message when suddenly he felt a chilling "killing intent" coming from behind him.
Stiffly turning his head, he saw that March 7th—who had originally gone to prepare breakfast—had somehow appeared behind him at some point. Right now, our Miss March was holding two breakfast trays, her head slightly lowered in a way that made it hard for Yun Fan to see her expression clearly.
However, even though the young man couldn't see March 7th's face at the moment, he could roughly imagine it. Right now, the girl's expression must surely be one of extreme anger.
Sure enough, just as Yun Fan had expected, March 7th's hands trembled as she set the breakfast trays down. The girl took a deep breath, then stepped forward in one stride and grabbed Yun Fan's shoulders.
"You scumbag! Pervert! Playboy radish! Tell me the truth—how many other women do you have out there?!"
March 7th gripped Yun Fan's shoulders and shook him forcefully. Just two days ago, she and big sister Robin had formed a united front, vowing to keep a close eye on this playboy radish and prevent him from flirting around outside.
But only a few days had passed, and he had already gone and provoked another one! If he kept going like this, who knew how many more "sisters" she would end up with in the end!
"Ahem, little March, listen to me—let me explain, let me explain…"
"I won't listen, I won't listen!"
"...…"
After the two of them tussled for quite a while, March 7th was ultimately the first to run out of stamina and released her tight grip on Yun Fan's shoulders.
"You… tell me—who was that girl just now?"
After a long while, the somewhat calmed-down little March glared fiercely at Yun Fan before questioning him. Her small mouth pouted in dissatisfaction, practically able to hang an oil bottle from it.
"Ahem, actually it's nothing. The person on the other end of the call just now was Sparkle."
"Sparkle?" Hearing the name Sparkle, March 7th was momentarily stunned before quickly reacting. Sparkle? Masked Fool Sparkle? Wasn't that the bad woman who abducted Yun Fan back then?
How could it be her? Shouldn't A-Fan be her enemy? How…
Just as March 7th was utterly puzzled, a sudden flash of realization struck her mind, as if she had understood something.
"A-Fan, back then you deliberately let her capture you… it couldn't have been just to flirt with her, right?"
...…
Belobog… Inside the "Winter Is Coming" themed bar…
Thump! Thump! Thump…
Lightly pressing her hand to her chest, Sparkle felt her heart beating at an unprecedented frequency.
This rhythm was different from the intense dryness during battle, different from the suffocating sensation of hanging by a thread. It was a feeling our Miss Sparkle had never experienced before.
'No way… Could I really have fallen for that guy?'
The girl's heart was still filled with disbelief. Though she desperately tried to avoid this possibility, she knew that from the moment she had blurted out "it's not impossible," her true feelings had already been exposed.
Sweetness? Secret joy? Indifference? Or confusion? Carrying a highly complex emotion, Sparkle finished the remaining drink in her cup and then left the bar with somewhat unsteady steps.
Seeing the girl walking unsteadily, several ill-intentioned people in the bar had their eyes light up. After exchanging simple glances, they began to approach Sparkle and silently followed behind her.
"Tsk tsk tsk, looks like these guys are done for. What a sin, what a sin."
Watching those bewitched individuals follow Sparkle out of the bar, Sampo covered his face and silently mourned for them for a few seconds.
"Woo—!"
After stepping out of the bar, the brilliant sunlight shone on the girl, its glaring rays stinging Sparkle's eyes so much that she couldn't open them for a moment.
"Tch, what an annoying sun." Sparkle pouted somewhat discontentedly. She had been busy all last night, yet the results were somewhat unsatisfactory.
After toying with Gepard and the others a little, she had called over old Sampo—who had been waiting on the side for a long time, ready to kidnap those Interastral Peace Corporation executives.
After that, Sparkle had casually found a bar and planned to drink a few cups—of course, the cost of the drinks was charged to old Sampo's tab.
"Let me think… what should I do next? Those Interastral Peace Corporation people from yesterday… hm?"
Sensing the unabashed peeping gazes coming from behind her, our Miss Sparkle couldn't help but furrow her brows. How many had it been in the past two days?
These gazes, filled with unhidden possessiveness, were truly disgusting. Indeed, being too beautiful was also a kind of sin.
Under normal circumstances, our Miss Sparkle would have thoroughly toyed with them and ultimately made them suffer social death.
However, today the girl had no such mood. Right now, Sparkle's heart was already in turmoil because of emotional matters, and with a "mission" still to complete, she had absolutely no interest in playing with them.