Chapter 245 - 245: Soda Fermented Milk Drink Can Be Added to Coffee [18+]

"Remember to say hello to all our old friends for me," Dan Heng said quietly, his gaze steady.

"Got it! You rest well too, and don't miss the next Trailblaze," March 7th instructed seriously, placing her hands on her hips.

"Mhm, I certainly won't," Dan Heng nodded.

March 7th and Stelle left the Archives, their footsteps echoing softly against the Express's polished floors until they arrived at Caelus's door. March 7th raised her hand, her knuckles just inches from the metal surface, when Stelle suddenly grabbed her wrist.

"What is it?" March 7th blinked.

"Watch this..." Stelle whispered. She took a deep breath, rolled her shoulders back, and curled her hand into a tight fist.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Stelle began relentlessly pounding on the door, her voice rising to a theatrical, demanding pitch. "You have the nerve to sleep in, you have the nerve to open the door! Don't hide inside and stay quiet, I know you're home! Open up, open up, open up, open up, open up!"

It was a deadly series of calls, perfectly enunciated and dripping with exaggerated melodrama. March 7th stood frozen nearby, her mouth slightly agape.

'What the hell is this now?' she thought, utterly stunned.

Yet, the effect was instantaneous. The door slid open with a sharp hiss. Caelus poked half his face out, his gray hair sticking up in every direction like a startled bird. "I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm awake, I'm awake, stop shouting, stop shouting..."

March 7th sighed, forcibly pulling the conversation back on track. "Go wash up and remember to check your phone."

"Alright, alright... I'm going now..." Caelus let out a massive yawn, scratching his stomach as he dragged his feet back inside.

Before the door slid shut, March 7th finally turned to Stelle. "Where did you even learn that trick?"

Stelle calmly pulled out her phone, her thumb swiping through her chat history until she opened a specific sticker pack. It displayed an angry woman with her hands on her hips, wearing a ferocious expression, accompanied by an audio clip of hysterical door-pounding: "You have the nerve to steal my man, you have the nerve to open the door!"

March 7th stared at the screen, silent for three whole seconds.

"...Awesome." She sincerely gave a thumbs up.

"Let's go, let's head over to Old Brother's place!" Stelle's enthusiasm remained completely undiminished, her eyes gleaming as she prepared for round two.

"What? You plan to call Old Brother and Serval like that too?" Caelus's voice boomed from behind them.

The very next second, the door that had just closed violently sprung open again. Caelus rushed out, fully dressed, his jacket zipped and his boots tied. The entire sequence was terrifyingly smooth and flowing, taking less than fifty seconds.

"Let's go, let's go! Let's go call Old Brother!" Caelus pumped his fist, his eyes shining with chaotic energy.

"Wait... you finished all that in one minute?" March 7th stared at him in disbelief. "What about washing up? Brushing your teeth? Going to the restroom?!"

"Brushed and washed! The restroom can wait, no rush! Let's go, let's go!" Caelus was somehow even more enthusiastic than Stelle.

The trio quickly moved down the corridor, stopping before Leon's room. Caelus cleared his throat, adopting Stelle's exact posture from earlier. He sank his breath into his chest, preparing his vocal cords.

"You have the nerve to sleep in, you have the nerve to open the door!"

Silence.

"Don't hide inside and stay quiet, I know you're home!"

Still quiet as a mouse. Not even a rustle came from the other side.

"...Why is there no reaction?" Caelus scratched the back of his head, visibly deflated.

"Did you forget?" March 7th rubbed her forehead, exasperated. "Leon's room is super soundproof! We were watching a movie inside before, and we couldn't even hear Himeko calling us for dinner. We only connected after she called us on the phone..."

"Oh my god—why didn't you say so earlier!" Caelus slumped against the wall, his grand performance wasted.

"Just ring the doorbell." Stelle calmly stretched out a finger and pressed the button next to the door.

Ding-dong...

The doorbell chimed exactly once, then fell completely silent.

"...Seriously, what's wrong with this doorbell? It rang once and died?" March 7th widened her eyes. She pressed the button repeatedly, mashing it with her thumb, but the mechanism remained entirely unresponsive.

"Are they still asleep?" Stelle tilted her head, analyzing the metal door. "Leon isn't awake, and Serval isn't awake either?"

"Should we call them?" Caelus pulled out his phone, ready to dial.

"Forget it." March 7th thought for a moment and waved her hand dismissively. "Let them rest well."

She paused, a soft sigh escaping her lips. "Then should the three of us head out first? It's rare to have a trip without any baggage."

"Seriously no baggage?" Stelle asked earnestly, her eyes darting to Caelus.

"I meant no mental baggage... but physical baggage isn't necessary either." March 7th shot Stelle a look that clearly screamed, 'That's not the point.'

"I wish Himeko could come with us," March 7th suddenly murmured, tapping her chin.

"Shouldn't we ask Uncle Yang?" Caelus suggested.

"Uncle Yang? Uncle Yang went through a huge commotion with us on the Xianzhou. He's been breathing heavily whenever he talks recently, didn't you notice?" March 7th lowered her voice, leaning in as if sharing a top-secret conspiracy. "Besides, he's already this old, he definitely wouldn't enjoy this kind of loud excitement."

"Let's go, let's go, let's go talk to Himeko!" She clapped her hands together, her cheerful demeanor returning instantly. "Speaking of which, you two have been on the train for so long, but you've never traveled with Himeko as a partner, right? That won't do..."

Before she even finished her sentence, she was already dragging Stelle and Caelus down the hallway toward the Parlor Car.

Meanwhile, inside Leon's heavily soundproofed quarters.

The muffled echoes of Stelle and Caelus's voices reached Leon's ears, but he paid them no mind. His focus was entirely on the lithe, supple body writhing beneath him, her silken skin glistening with a sheen of sweat.

"Mmmph... Leon..." Serval's breathy moan was music to his ears. Her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, ankles crossed at the small of his back as he drove into her with deep, powerful thrusts. Each measured stroke hit that sweet spot deep inside her, drawing forth a new wave of ecstasy.

"Fuck... So tight..." Leon groaned, one hand gripping her hip to guide her movements while the other roamed her body, kneading and caressing every inch of her soft flesh. His cock was throbbing, almost painfully hard as it plunged in and out of her slick, clutching heat.

Serval could only whimper and moan, her head thrashing from side to side on the pillow. Electric pleasure sparked through her nerves with every friction of their joined bodies. It was overwhelming, almost too much to bear.

"Please... I can't... Haaahh..." She panted, her chest heaving. Rivulets of sweat trickled down her cleavage. Her hair was a wild, tangled mess, sticking to her flushed skin.

Leon leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. He swallowed her gasps and whimpers, his tongue plundering her mouth. One hand slid under her back, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts. The other found her breast, kneading the soft mound, thumbing over the stiff peak of her nipple.

Serval clung to him desperately, fingers digging into the firm muscles of his back. Her pussy was clenching around him, fluttering wildly as the pressure inside her built to a fever pitch.

"Leon... I'm... I'm gonna...!" She keened, her voice high and thready.

"Shh... Let go," he purred against her lips. "I've got you."

With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, grinding against her cervix. At the same time, he pinched her clit, sending her hurtling over the edge.

Serval came with a sharp cry, her body bowing off the bed as her pussy spasmed around his cock. Leon followed close behind, groaning as her velvety walls milked his shaft. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, biting and sucking at the tender flesh as he emptied himself deep inside her.

They clung to each other as the aftershocks rippled through their bodies, their breathing ragged in the quiet of the room. Slowly, Leon pulled out, settling his weight beside her on the bed. He gathered Serval into his arms, tucking her head under his chin.

"That was... incredible," she murmured, already feeling the pull of sleep tugging at her eyelids. "You always know just what to do to make me feel good."

Leon just hummed, one hand idly tracing patterns on her sweat-damp back. His mind was already turning to the message from Bronya, the implications of her invitation.

But for now, he allowed himself this moment of peace, of simple pleasure. Tomorrow would bring its own challenges, its own battles to fight. But tonight, he had Serval in his arms, warm and sated and content.

And that was enough.

Although the doorbell's brief chime hadn't penetrated the living area, the faint electronic click was just enough to make the lightly sleeping Serval stir. Her long eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks.

She groggily opened her eyes, the dim lighting of the room casting soft shadows across the sheets. A heavy, warm weight rested lightly over her chest—his arm, draped protectively across her bare skin.

Her consciousness gradually returned. The intense, heated scenes from last night flooded her mind like a sudden tide, and her earlobes belatedly began to burn a bright crimson.

"Awake?"

A deep, smooth voice broke the quiet. Leon shifted slightly, a lazy, satisfied smile playing on his lips as he looked down at her.

"Mhm..." Serval hummed softly, shifting her weight to snuggle deeper into his embrace. A beautiful, teasing curve formed at the corner of her mouth. "Your performance last night was good."

"Just good?" Leon raised an eyebrow, his fingers tracing a slow, idle path down her shoulder.

"Yes, just good..." Seeing that smug, overly confident look on his face, Serval felt a sudden, stubborn urge to contradict him.

"Alright then..." Leon chuckled, a low, dangerous sound that vibrated against her skin. He pulled her flush against his chest, lowering his head until his breath grazed the sensitive shell of her ear. "I will definitely improve and strive to satisfy you completely."

Before she could process the shift in his tone, Serval suddenly found herself lifted effortlessly, the sheets tangling around her legs.

"Wait, I was wrong, I was wrong...!"

Her protests quickly dissolved into breathless pleas for mercy. Leon, considering she was a first-time offender in this particular battle of wits, decided to be somewhat lenient in his punishment. However, even a lenient punishment from him was still a thorough affair, and the morning stretched on far longer than she anticipated.

Much later, after Serval had finally fallen back into a deep, exhausted sleep, Leon sat up against the headboard. He picked up his phone from the nightstand, the screen illuminating his face. A new notification sat at the top of his messages—an official invitation sent directly by Bronya.

The Sun's Embrace Festival Celebration.

And attached to it... Aether Wars.

Leon curved his lips into an amused smirk. Wasn't that essentially just the Honkai: Star Rail universe's version of Pokémon?

Giovanni was absolutely obsessed with Aether Wars. If Leon were to casually introduce actual Pokémon into this universe, the Masked Fool would probably lose his mind. Unfortunately, for various complicated reasons, Leon had no intention of bringing the Pokémon IP over just yet. He'd let Giovanni continue obsessing over his holographic monsters for now.

As for Serval... he glanced down at the sleeping blonde beside him, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. They could talk about the festival when she woke up.

Back in the Parlor Car, the atmosphere was decidedly more tranquil.

Himeko sat elegantly at the main table, lifting a delicate porcelain cup to her lips. She took a slow sip, a pleased smile blossoming on her face.

'Hmm... this time the mixture has a truly unique flavor,'she mused internally.'Rich in layers, surprisingly smooth. Very good.'

Sure enough, soda fermented milk drink really could be added to black coffee.

"Niu me niu me..."

Sitting right next to Himeko, the little Cat Cake held its own miniature coffee cup between its paws. It took tiny, rapid sips, its large pupils sparkling with delight, clearly just as satisfied with the experimental beverage.

"Himeko, Himeko!"

The peaceful silence shattered as March 7th rushed into the car, practically vibrating with excitement. "Listen to me, listen to me!"

She slapped her hands down on the edge of the table, leaning in close, her pink eyes sparkling with anticipation. "The Supreme Guardian of Jarilo-VI is preparing a massive festival celebration, and she invited us to go experience the atmosphere!"

Himeko lowered her cup, listening patiently.

"Dan Heng is still in secluded cultivation in the Archives and isn't going anywhere," March 7th continued, ticking off her fingers. "Leon and Serval... might still be sleeping and haven't woken up yet."

"So..." She paused, looking at the navigator with wide, expectant eyes. "Would you like to join the two of us for the appointment?"

Right behind her, Stelle and Caelus stood shoulder-to-shoulder, nodding in perfect, synchronized agreement.

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