Stelle slowly opened her eyes, her consciousness surfacing like a diver emerging from the deep sea.
What came into view was a face filled with gentle concern.
“You…
who are you?” Stelle’s voice carried the rasp of someone just waking up, laced with a hint of confusion.
“I forgot to introduce myself,” Selene blinked gently, a movement that added a touch of imperceptible liveliness to her gentleness.
“I am Selene, logistics personnel of the Astral Express.
We…
should consider this our second meeting.”
“Selene…
the second time?” In Stelle’s mind, there was a fleeting flash of the person March 7th had referred to as Sister Selene—the big sister made of energy who had self-destructed.
However, the moment this thought arose, a sharp, stabbing pain suddenly shot into her temples!
“Ugh!” Stelle cried out in pain, subconsciously clutching her forehead, her brows furrowed tightly.
“It seems you haven’t fully recovered yet, which is normal.” Selene’s voice remained calm.
She reached out and gently took hold of Stelle’s hand that wasn’t covering her forehead.
Her palm was cool, yet the touch was exceptionally soft.
“Come, look into my eyes.”
Stelle endured the pain and complied by lifting her head, looking into Selene’s eyes.
Deep within those eyes, ripples seemed to stir, as if a small pebble had been dropped into a lake.
Stelle felt her vision dim for a brief moment, and then, a cool, peaceful sensation like a trickling stream flowed through their joined hands, slowly pouring into her mind and gently soothing the painful area.
After the cooling sensation, her vision returned to normal, and the annoying headache had miraculously disappeared.
“Eh?
It’s not hurting anymore, how amazing!” Stelle lowered her hand, eyes wide with surprise as she looked at Selene.
“What did you do to me?”
“Just a little trick of Harmony, nothing to worry about.” Selene smiled.
“Mm…
I see…” Stelle nodded, seemingly understanding, though not quite.
Suddenly, as if remembering something, she gripped Selene’s hand tightly and introduced herself with burning intensity: “Hello!
I am Stelle!
Er…
I suppose I am…
a sentient Stellaron?”
Selene was amused by this sudden formality and the strange self-introduction, letting out a soft laugh.
She raised her other hand and gently ruffled Stelle’s slightly messy gray hair.
“Mm, hello there, Stelle.”
“Mm…
beautiful big sister,” Stelle said, enjoying the gentle caress, and took the opportunity to ask, “How is the situation now?”
“Just call me Selene.” Selene withdrew her hand and explained the situation in a calm tone.
“After the Doomsday Beast was defeated, the Antimatter Legion retreated entirely.
The Space Station is now basically safe, and cleanup operations are underway.”
“Speaking of the Doomsday Beast,” Selene’s gaze fell on Stelle’s face, her gentleness now tinged with a sincere solemnity, “I must thank you, Stelle.
Thank you for saving March.”
“Oh, that!
No need to thank me!” Stelle waved her hands quickly, her expression serious.
“March is my good friend!”
“Mm,” Selene nodded slightly, her eyes soft. The source of this chapter is g.com.
“Even if you say that, I still must thank you.
March…
is a very important person to me.”
She paused, then took her phone from the storage pouch on the side of her wheelchair.
The screen lit up.
“Let’s add each other as friends first.”
“Okay!” Stelle immediately pulled out the phone she had with her since waking up.
Stelle looked at Selene’s account nickname and read it aloud softly: “Moon-Moon Cat Dominating the Starry Sea?”
“Mm-hmm~” Selene tilted her head slightly.
Almost simultaneously, Stelle’s phone vibrated, and a transfer notification from “Moon-Moon Cat Dominating the Starry Sea” popped up.
[Ding!
You have received a transfer from “Moon-Moon Cat Dominating the Starry Sea”: 10,000,000 Credits.]
Stelle stared at the long string of zeros, stunned.
“…Eh?”
Selene explained with a hint of apology: “Sorry, I don’t have anything else good to give you as a thank-you gift for the moment, so I could only use Credits as a substitute.
Use this ten million for now; if it’s not enough or if you have other needs, feel free to tell me anytime.”
After a brief silence, Stelle suddenly lifted her head.
She gripped Selene’s hand, which she hadn’t yet pulled back, tightly with both of hers.
Her eyes seemed to glow, and she spoke with a perfect, clear enunciation, using a tone that was a mixture of sincerity, longing, and a bit of mischief: “Rich lady!
Hungry!
Feed me!”
Selene was clearly taken aback by this sudden request, but soon, that gentle smile returned to her face, accompanied by a touch of realization and helplessness.
“Ah, you’re hungry.
I asked March to go buy food; she should be back soon…”
“Sister Selene!
I’m back!”
Before the words faded, March 7th’s energetic voice rang out.
The pink-haired girl walked in with light footsteps, carrying several bags, and immediately spotted Stelle who had already sat up.
“Hm?
Stelle, you’re awake!” March 7th immediately leaned in, looking Stelle up and down, her face full of concern and relief.
“You suddenly rushed out to block that attack from the Doomsday Beast for me, you scared me to death!
Seeing that you’re okay now, I can rest easy!”
“March.” Selene called out softly.
“Yes!
What is it, Sister Selene?”
“Let Stelle eat first,” Selene gestured toward the bags in March 7th’s hands and smiled.
“She just said…
she’s hungry.”
“Yes!” March 7th understood immediately and quickly pulled out a steaming, quite hearty-looking lunch box from the bag, handing it to Stelle with both hands.
“Here!
Eat while it’s hot!”
Stelle looked at the lunch box presented before her, then at the gently expectant Selene and the “hurry up and eat” expression on March 7th’s face, and opened her mouth: “Uh…
actually, what I meant just now was…”
“Grrrr—” A long and loud stomach growl came right on cue from Stelle’s belly.
March 7th was stunned for a moment, then burst into a giggle, pushing the lunch box forward again, her eyes curving into crescents.
“Alright, alright, I know you’re hungry!
Eat up!
I bought the best meal set currently available on the Space Station!”
Stelle took the lunch box from March 7th, placed it on her lap, and opened the lid.
A warm steam mixed with the aroma of food wafted up, and what met her eyes were exquisite, colorful, and hearty dishes.
It looks so delicious!
Stelle silently marveled in her heart, her eyes lighting up a bit.
She was just about to reach for the cutlery prepared beside the lunch box—when a spoon filled with food was already steadily and gently brought to her lips.
“Nom.” Almost instinctively reacting to the delicious food, Stelle opened her mouth and took the spoon in.
The warm, tasty food melted in her mouth, and she chewed contentedly a few times before realizing something was wrong.
Wait…
I haven’t even moved yet?
Who fed me?
She looked up, bewildered, and met Selene’s smiling eyes.
The white-haired beauty had, at some point, maneuvered her wheelchair closer, holding another set of clean cutlery.
The spoon that had just fed her came from her hand.
At this moment, she scooped up another spoonful and naturally brought it to Stelle’s lips, explaining in a gentle tone: “Seeing that you hadn’t moved, I thought your hands might not have fully recovered their strength, so…
I took the liberty.
If you feel it’s inconvenient, or if you want to do it yourself…”
“No!” Stelle’s brain completed a cost-benefit analysis at light speed in that moment—eating by herself vs.
being fed by a gentle, beautiful big sister.
Does this even need a choice?!
“My hands…
are feeling weak!
I need you to feed me, Sister Selene!” She replied immediately and firmly, even slightly knitting her brows and acting out a “weak” expression to match.
Her gray-gold eyes gazed pleadingly at Selene, written all over with the words, “I need help.”
The corners of Selene’s lips turned up imperceptibly for a fleeting second, the smile deepening and becoming even gentler.
“Okay~” She readily agreed, her voice soft and light.
“Come, open wide, ah—”
“Ah—” Stelle obediently accepted the feeding again, her cheeks puffed out, looking like a satisfied hamster.
She thought happily in her heart: Being fed by a big sister, this treatment…
it’s worth it!
However, she didn’t know that the calculator in the feeder’s mind was clicking loudly at this moment.
Heh heh, Feeding Play, my popularity score should skyrocket.
Selene thought to herself.
One eating happily, the other “feeding” with satisfaction, both felt they were the winners of this “Feeding Play.” Except for the third person present.
The pink-haired girl, March 7th, had remained frozen in place since Selene picked up the spoon and said, “Come, open wide,” with one hand on her hip and her mouth slightly agape in surprise.
She watched as Selene fed Stelle spoonful by spoonful with such naturalness—one could even say she was “enjoying it”—and watched Stelle’s “enjoying” expression, looking so at ease and even occasionally sneaking glances at Selene’s profile.
An indescribable feeling, a mixture of shock, grievance, and a sour sensation of being “stolen from,” slowly welled up.
Especially when Stelle was successfully fed once more and let out a satisfied sigh, this emotion finally broke through March 7th’s threshold of patience.
“Sister Selene——!!” She suddenly raised her volume, her eyes wide, her finger trembling slightly as she pointed at the “heartwarming” scene before her, her voice filled with unbelievable accusation: “You, you haven’t even fed me yet!!!”