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Shedding his black uniform and his work vest, his gray hair cascaded across his bare back. The hollow of his spine vanished between the hairline, tempting fingers to measure its depth. His shoulder blades fluttered like the wings of a sleeping butterfly, their movements subtle with each breath. Driven by the movement of his shoulders and arms, his scapulae vibrated subtly, their lines suddenly sharpening as they stretched, like a blade about to be unsheathed. His waist was sunken, and the entire curve of his back—from the cervical fossa to the coccyx—was like the taut, supple curve of a fully drawn bowstring, tensed in the split second before release. His waist was pliant and powerful, his arm muscles soft yet powerful.
Every detail of her body was beautiful and meticulously sculpted, with the soft and beautiful lines of a woman, but undoubtedly filled with enough power to conquer everything.
It's just like the Creator's preference and selfishness.
Celestial Hipper Homebody poked her in the waist. The naked girl pulled her hair back from her chest and glanced sideways at someone who couldn't control their hands. She leaned lazily against the wardrobe, arms folded, and calmly looked at her alter ego, who was watching her undress like a pervert.
Hipper, shielded from outsiders in his private space, felt less concerned. He scrutinized the simulated data object across from him from top to bottom. Finding no difference between him and himself, and finding no flaws, he began the conversation with satisfaction.
"Have you seen enough? Close your eyes."
She wasn't yet comfortable enough to freely display her body knowing someone was watching her. Furthermore, that person was herself; it was too strange, too perverse, and not in line with her usual elegant creed.
"Act like a leader. Don't try to imitate the nonsense on the Internet. Humans don't like voyeurism."
Hipper lowered his arms and stretched his body, kneading his shoulders and neck with moderate force. His tone was tender and gentle, the same voice sounding completely different depending on the volume and emotional context. It was like an instruction, more like a warning.
"Really? Your experience? Peeping Tom."
The celestial bodies' counterattack is slow; teasing and sarcasm will only come late, not absent.
“…”
"Oh."
Even Hipper's harsh sneer seemed extremely gentle and without any edges under her gentle voice. If you really thought it was a gentle breeze that softened your ears, you would be wrong.
She could poison herself to death with just one lick of her lips.
"You're so smooth-talking and damaging to my image. Apologize."
What image? The image of someone who can increase the death rate just by talking?
Or is it that ruthless and self-serving arrogant face?
She is arrogant, contemptuous, sarcastic and mean, but she is knowledgeable, intelligent and eloquent. As long as she wants to, she can make people smile with just a few words.
More importantly, she is really beautiful.
Even if she possessed numerous flaws, they pale in comparison to her genius, strength, and beauty. Forgive her; those were merely subtle flaws, and her awful personality was also a defining characteristic of her.
No matter how shocking an ordinary person's behavior is, people will try their best to pick out his imperfections and magnify them several times before criticizing him.
When a person's talents in all aspects are close to perfection and reach the limit of human imagination, people will spontaneously beautify and improve all imperfections.
Like an established rule that cannot be broken.
Would a celestial being apologize? As the leader of the universe's intelligent machines, the great demon that single-handedly annihilated the stars and forced trillions of humans into extinction, would it bow down to a mere human?
〖sorry〗
He apologized very promptly and decisively, even lowering his eyes to stare at the ground at his toes, restraining his offensive gaze and being extremely obedient.
Can we go on a date soon?
Oh, the apology was secondary, the purpose was to urge her to change her clothes quickly.
Humph, you've barely made it. Hipper curled her hair, taking her behavior in, but ignored it.
A crimson dress covered her snow-white body, a thin dark red string looped around her slender neck, crossing at the back and stretching down her spine to her lower back. The burgundy cotton and linen fabric made her already fair skin even more radiant, like jade and a soul.
Ice-like skin and jade-like bones, nothing more than this.
She stood on the dark wood floor beside her closet, her toes tapping gently on her red high heels. They weren't a gaudy cinnabar, but a burgundy hue steeped in the luster of red wine. The satin fabric flowed down the shoe like a flame tamed by moonlight. Her fingers brushed against it, the cool, smooth touch evoking the moment of peeling back a velvet curtain—soft yet concealing the elegant edges of a blade. The heel was tapered, clad in matte patent leather, like a dagger hidden beneath the hem of a medieval lady's skirt. The upper was unadorned, its color like her favorite red velvet cake, sweet yet sharp and alluring.
The hem of her skirt drooped slightly as she bent over, like a ripple ruffled by the wind. Her left hand supported the edge of the wardrobe, her right thumb hooked over the satin upper, her pinky unconsciously curled up, revealing the cartilage and veins. The curve of her neck extended as she lowered her head, her hair falling from her shoulders, shimmering.
The taut curve of her instep sank like a crescent moon into satin. The moment her heel locked with the shoe's groove, she sighed softly, the shadow cast by her eyelashes on her cheek trembling. As she stood up, her fingers caressed her ankle, as if confirming some secret contract—and when the heel finally touched the ground, the crisp "click" became the first note of the girl's variation.
After putting on her shoes, she took two tentative steps. Her steps were languid and rhythmic, the beat of her heels like the bass drum in a jazz piece. Her waist swayed slightly, her hair lifted slightly, and the curve of her calves seemed even more slender, accentuated by the heels. Her slender ankles tensed slightly, appearing slender against the backdrop of the high heels. With a slight tilt of her toes, the satin sheen shifted from deep red to an almost black undercurrent, each step seeming to tread on the viewer's heartbeat. She walked slowly, yet her presence was undeniable, as if the entire world were tilting slightly beneath her toes.
The hem of her skirt swayed gently as she moved, like petals stirred by the wind. Her waist swayed naturally, without any effort, as if she was born to walk this way - gracefully, confidently, and with the lightness that only a girl can possess.
The body created by the data has a heart, but it is fake. However, at this moment, the celestial body suddenly feels that the fake heart is beating wildly.
Her heart was beating wildly for the girl who was walking towards her.
"Are you stunned? Look in the mirror." Hipper walked over to the dressing table, hooked a hair tie, and gathered her hair into a bun. She then fixed the loose strands on her forehead and secured the headband. She pulled up a chair, sat down, and began fiddling with the bottles and jars. She glanced through the mirror at the stunned Hipper, paused, and continued to put the makeup pieces in a convenient place.
"You don't think girls go out on dates without makeup, do you?" Hipper chuckled. "Even if a girl is naturally beautiful, no girl would go out on a date without makeup."
"On our first date, I'm going to have to make the most of my face. Wait, I won't disappoint you."
Once his reputation is involved, Hipper will go all out. Whenever he is involved in something, he must act calmly and take first place.
She called it style, the elegant creed of genius.
〖……〗
Celestial Hipper remained motionless, turning her head to look around her room. This was her private space. Unlike in her other world where she would invite classmates in as guests, here it was sealed off.
It was like flipping through her private diary, even though there were only a few words written in it.
The original dark blue curtains tightly blocked out the light from the window, keeping the room dim. Besides the basic electrical appliances, there was nothing else. The bed was neatly made, the sheets had clear folds, and the pillows were plump and puffy. Every detail showed that she didn't sleep here very often; any signs of use were minimal.
The milky white dressing table was also the most basic style, with a few small drawers. Apart from the cosmetics she had just taken out, there were few other items on the table.
Compared with her dormitory in the technical high school in another world, it is much more simple. Comparing the two, it is hard to believe that this is the place where Hipper, who has almost harsh requirements for the quality of life, would condescend to live.
The inner layer of the curtains should be handmade lace, the outer layer should be silk, and there should be a layer of blackout lining.
The lamps by the window should be warm in color, the light from the ceiling should be soft, and the mirror lights in the bathroom should also be carefully selected and matched.
The large custom-made dressing table has each carved pattern designed by Hipper himself, and the mirror is engraved with a circle of lace.
Carpets, bedspreads, pajamas... her pursuit of quality is reflected in every detail of her room. Although Hipper wears her college uniform all day, the underwear and pajamas she buys privately are the biggest part of her clothing expenses.
If a person does not decorate her room, it is either because she thinks she is currently homeless or because she knows she will not stay here for long. Once compared, you will find that her attitude towards the two worlds is extremely unbalanced.
Hipper had no intention of staying here. Her room was in another world, a place that held her sixteen years of memories. There was Wu, there was Naoko, there was Jie, the roots of her birth.
Teacher... do you know?
He suppressed his selfishness and pretended to be pure and simple. The students he had taught with great effort only came here occasionally to relax, treating this place as a hotel and leaving whenever he wanted.
Her heart wasn't in it.
Whether she has a heart or not is still a question.
"Come back to your senses, idiot."
Celestial Hipper felt a sharp pat on the head, and turned to glare at her with a gloomy gaze. As half of her body, Hipper not only had vision privileges but could also touch her physical form. While he couldn't feel pain, patting her head wasn't exactly polite.
Hipper was completely unaware of the condemning gaze and even struck a pose.
"Does it look good? It looks good."
She was really asking and answering her own questions, without giving the other person any time to answer. Maybe she was just casually bringing up the topic to praise herself.
That's just her personality.
Does it look good? Of course it does.
She is the only light in the dim room. Who can refuse light?
It could, it's just that every choice favors Schipper.
It will give her all the beauty in the world.
Tianti straightened his back, put his left hand behind his back, and stretched out his right hand towards Hipper as an invitation.
"Go on a date, Hipper."
The girl opposite was dressed up, not like she was going on a date, but more like she was wearing something for a party.
The girl raised her left hand and swung it around to avoid landing in its palm, deliberately teasing the celestial body.
The celestial body's gaze was as calm as the deep sea. Its dark blood-red eyes locked onto Hipper's eyes, and the heavy and sticky concern flowing in them made the girl stop teasing.
She is arrogant, self-willed, lacks empathy, and is so picky. But you tolerate all her imperfections, that's all her, good or bad, you accept her.
She is the half of you, the part of you that is human, the inseparable core of you.
The celestial being grasped her wrist, gripping it in its hand and pulling her toward him, embracing her. The temperature simulated by the data was constant, not real, but it faithfully reflected what she felt the moment her skin made contact.
The heartbeat and body temperature are so real, the wrinkles on its coat, the taut muscle lines under the clothes, and the fine hairs on the skin are all clearly visible.
Hipper was momentarily lost in thought. Was the object she was embracing truly a celestial being? Or had the mimicry deceived her perception?
After a brief hug, Tianti took her hand and left the room, officially starting the next date.
The student hiding in the corner poked his head out, his eyes glued to the red and white figure for a long time.
"Damn it! It's the first time I've seen Hipper put on makeup and she has to rely on an outsider. This kid got the advantage."
"Love-brain is a terminal illness."
Gojo Satoru remained silent, his emotions well concealed by the blindfold, and his cursed energy flowed steadily. As long as he didn't speak or remove the blindfold, no one would discover his true state.
The madness of wanting to see blood and the greed and jealousy that cannot be revealed in front of others.
"call……"
He sighed deeply, suppressing his surging emotions.
Be patient, there will be a chance.
Looking at the figure in front of him, Hipper slowly said something disappointing.
"I haven't put on lipstick yet."
〖……〗
Human patience has its limits, and so do celestial bodies. Under its dangerous gaze, Hipper shook the lipstick tube in her hand, the metal tube gleaming coldly between her fingers.
She swirled the cream out and applied it along the shape of her lips. She tilted her chin slightly, parting her lips slightly. The plump curve of her lips was frozen in the mirror—like ripe berries waiting to be picked, or like velvet soaked in red wine. Her fingertips traced the line of her lips, and the scarlet color spread across her lips, like the tide at dusk, inch by inch, across the beach.
Finally, she pursed her lips, the tip of her teeth unconsciously brushing against her lower lip, leaving a faint bite mark. The color suddenly came alive, and as the corners of her lips rose and fell as she smiled, it became as rich as blood, covering the original lip color, and it was as enchanting as a demon.
The air was filled with the faint fragrance of roses.
“Click.”
She closed the lipstick, placed it casually by the window in the hallway, fixed her hair, and took the man's hand.
"Now is your time."
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