Chapter 845: Chapter 433: The Black Swan Inside and the Little Swan Outside the Door (Part 2)
The most obvious thing is, she couldn’t accept the idea of dying simply for such a boring reason.
Moreover...
She actually quite missed Louis’s scent.
Though she never admitted it, whenever Louis truly requested something of her, she never refused.
This time, she just happened to put aside her reserve as well?
So when Louis picked her up and gently lifted the dust-covered veil, she couldn’t help but tilt her head back.
Struggling and bashfulness filled her body, and she whispered:
"You, you can’t treat me like you do some people."
"Hmm? Like what?"
Louis’s eyes brightened slightly.
Ais couldn’t lift her head and cursed softly: "Fool, you wouldn’t think I’ll do nothing after noticing something was wrong, would you?"
There was the sound of someone falling outside the room.
Louis’s mouth twitched slightly.
Ais at this moment seemed more womanly, saying seductively:
"Just because I’m powerless to stop the penetration of the Sin Authority, doesn’t mean my memories can be tampered with. It’s simply because I didn’t notice the issue."
She puffed out her chest and said: "She is indeed smart, she directly cut off the critical part of her memories to the avatar, releasing it to bypass my memory search, deceiving me momentarily.
But once I realize I’ve been interfered with, she can’t possibly face me without any flaws."
Louis laughed wryly.
That’s right, that’s right.
This is the proud Queen of Shadow Country.
A momentary countermeasure was just an oversight, and now she has regained some of the initiative.
No wonder the little swan seemed as if she’d seen a ghost when searching Ais’s memories earlier.
Suddenly discovering the black swan appearing behind her, who shouldn’t have been there, no wonder she almost jumped up.
Ais’s smile carried an indescribable charm.
That’s a demeanor the little swan could never emulate.
Some people, regardless of having enjoyed it all, are still like a blank slate on first sight, just like Qiong-sister in "Sky Arc."
While others, even without having done anything, exude a full fairy-like charm from a random fan art, just like Long Hua from "Blue Archive."
Don’t ask.
Ask, and it’s just the eyes are different.
"So, how could she be so useless after being eaten by you that many times?"
She licked her thin lips, her mouth curved upward slightly.
Feeling the contaminating information slowly flowing into Louis’s body from the point of their kiss, her smile took on a playful and... indescribable derision.
The sound of someone angrily kicking the door came from outside.
Louis did not cease his actions.
He had already guessed the black swan was indulging in malicious revenge.
At this moment, an unusually passionate concert was playing out in the room.
Yet every note of the concert pierced through the door and heavily slammed onto the audience outside.
"Don’t be like this, if you two start arguing too, I wouldn’t know what to do."
Louis gently wiped Ais’s sweat-drenched forehead.
Ais’s eyes carried a hint of fatigue, she hummed softly and said:
"Just like she casually interfered with me, I’ll let her experience what despair from personality contamination feels like."
Louis tilted his head.
Despair?
Shouldn’t it feel good?
As if guessing Louis’s thoughts, Ais raised her head with a soft hum:
"That feeling of being invaded by strange forces, how could it be pleasant? When the contaminating information is guided out of the consciousness sea, it feels as if the brain is about to break down."
She licked her lips and said: "She got polluted by those damned God’s information, have me bear half the pressure, now it’s my turn to clear the contaminating information, it’s only fair she helps me bear some mental pressure, right?"
Problematic.
A big problem indeed.
Anyone who’s been through such stimulation would know.
When one’s intense desire is forcibly halted, it feels like running headlong into a wall despite physical pain.
But now Olivia is sulking alone outside the door, being persistently bombarded by the contaminating information sent by Ais, her fists hardened.
Ais was still easier to deal with, after all, she still had Louis as the antidote.
But it’s not the same with the black-hearted cotton.
The little swan really wanted to hit someone now.
However, reaching a certain moment, the triumphant expression on Ais’s face suddenly froze, instinctively collapsing onto Louis.
Louis reacted quickly, grabbing her slender waist and saying:
"What’s wrong?"
"She, she she she..."
Ais said weakly and in disbelief: "How has she managed to retransmit her memories again?"
Louis paused, mistakenly venturing deep into a lotus pond.
Just this moment, caused the black swan to become dazed.
She screamed: "Stop stop stop, I’m done, I’m done."
How could Louis allow her to act this way, he directly held onto her and said:
"There’s still a lot of contaminating information left uncleared."
"Why care about the contaminating information, your dear sister now wants to perish together with me!"
Ais’s eyes carried a hint of fear.
Being able to mutually transmit memories is a truly frightening thing.
Just like now, the pain and pleasure of Ais’s experience when releasing the contaminating information from the consciousness sea is shared directly with Olivia, along with her feelings from what Louis did to her, also shared.
At that moment, the little swan outside didn’t even have the energy to jump angrily.
For she immediately collapsed to the ground.
Yet the little swan wasn’t to be underestimated.
Upon realizing offense became defense, she immediately attempted to, as before, transmit her current memories to the black swan.
This made the black swan recall the tragic "real first-time" experience when she returned to find Louis, making her even more furious.
Yet... weak legs were a mutual thing.
Moreover, she herself overlapped her real feelings, under double effect, she collapsed on Louis in an instant.
"Is this a game to you?"
Ais became angry out of shame, waving her hand, instantly unlocking the previously locked room door.
Then, with another wave of her hand, she pulled the little swan outside right next to her.
"Like playing, don’t you?"
She smirked maliciously.
She directly pinned the little swan, then turned to Louis and said:
"With such a good opportunity, you won’t let it slip, will you? Limited time only."
Louis was stunned by the scene.
Ais raised a brow and said: "You truly don’t want to? Speak now, if you disagree this time, I won’t comply next time."
Louis shook his head and said: "She won’t be happy with this."
"But I won’t be happy either."
However, the little swan glared viciously and said:
"Do as she says, let’s see who can endure!"
Louis: ???
No, little swan, what are you doing?
I’m helping you!
Yet he saw the little swan, pinned by Ais, frantically winking at him, he pondered.
The little swan often works her brain hard in situations where she shouldn’t.
Wasn’t she the one who hated this... ménage à trois?
Why suddenly agree now?
Wait...
Louis seemed to understand something.
Under normal circumstances, indeed so.
But the little swan’s purpose this time was clearly to quell Ais’s anger.
Despite her playful and careless nature usually, she knows full well the black swan is crucial to Louis.
Especially now that she’s obtained half of Louis’s power, she could practically see herself as a top-tier demigod.
Still, one that was not aligned with the major influential groups.
This is crucial.
Now the Empire is under too much scrutiny, many things are hard to manage.
But the presence of the black swan can aid them in resolving issues they are inconveniently positioned to handle.
This is the reason the little swan chose to fragment this avatar long ago and seek opportunities outside.
Even now, Ais, in this respect, shares the same goal as the little swan.
Louis looks at the little swan speechlessly.
This fellow turned over everything to him to help her sister.
Even tossed away any sense of shame.
But, why did he feel glee?
He glanced earnestly at his heart, eventually admitting one thing.
That was, he found this quite interesting.
At least...
He could try out the experience of having the little swan and black swan together.
The black swan’s crude words held merit.
Missing this opportunity, there’s likely no chance next time.
Thus, he said: "Stop arguing, it’s all my fault..."
Nonetheless, his actions never ceased.
When he tucked the little swan’s hair behind her ear, her flushed, heated ear tips revealed themselves.
"She opened shared memories, so did I, let’s see who can withstand this."
The little swan said resignedly.
But inside, curiosity burgeoned.
What would the cost of this continual sharing be?
