Silver Wolf had no idea how much time had passed.
Her face was flushed with a blend of shame and fury as she angrily covered her rear, tears brimming at the edges of her silver-grey eyes. The humiliation was enough to burn her from the inside out.
She had always known that Kafka's struggles were tied to Felicity's manipulations. But she never imagined that Felicity would take matters into her own hands—personally.
And yet, here she was, standing as the true culprit, having struck Silver Wolf's backside countless times.
Such shamelessness!
"Damn it—this is going too far!" Silver Wolf hissed, her voice thick with resentment, her anger evident in the fiery depths of her gaze.
Felicity, however, merely blinked, her eyes twinkling with mischief. She chuckled, as if this was all just a game, before ducking behind Silver Wolf once more.
Silver Wolf instinctively tensed, her muscles tightening, but the familiar sensation that had caused so much frustration didn't follow. The silence felt almost mocking.
Felicity gently patted Silver Wolf's shoulder, her voice laced with playful intrigue.
"But you're not panicking at all—are you so sure you can escape from me, even with two Geniuses from the Genius Society on your side? Or are you confident that you can outplay us all?"
She read Herta's script aloud, her voice smooth and almost rehearsed.
"That's right!" Silver Wolf retorted, her posture straightening with a sudden surge of confidence. A smile graced her lips as her mind reeled with the challenge ahead.
"Isn't it interesting?" she continued, her voice gaining momentum. "Two Geniuses and an Emanator team up to hand me both an invitation and a challenge. If I don't accept it with enthusiasm, wouldn't that be boring?"
"But you still haven't found what you're looking for, have you? You've been chasing it this whole time, and yet... you've already lost."
Felicity raised a brow, her tone laced with amusement, a hint of victory already blooming.
Silver Wolf's eyes narrowed, her lips curling into a sly smile. "Oh? You think this is all just about Kafka?" she mused. "Let me guess—Herta is reversing the hack through some hidden channel while Screwllum blocks my data somewhere, right?"
With that, she raised a finger, and a blue light flickered at her fingertips like a spark of a brilliant idea.
"A top-tier hacker can't extract fixed information from a database as vast as the Simulated Universe's in a short time," Silver Wolf said, her voice brimming with confidence. "But if I take a moment, I can easily retrieve a rare item. Watch closely."
Felicity's face lit up with admiration. "Wow, that's impressive."
"Of course," Silver Wolf said, her smile growing. "You're not surprised, though. Are you holding something back? If you've got any tricks left, go ahead and use them. Let's see what you've got. Only one of us will leave victorious tonight."
Silver Wolf's excitement only seemed to grow with each word. It was as if the pain in her rear had disappeared entirely, her focus now fully on the competition.
"Come on—let me have more fun!" she urged, her voice almost pleading, yet dripping with anticipation.
"Alright," Felicity agreed without hesitation.
For a moment, Silver Wolf froze. She had expected something more—perhaps a challenge or a taunt—but Felicity's simple agreement left her stunned.
Her smile faltered as a perplexed frown creased her brow. "Wait… what do you mean?" she asked, her voice suddenly uncertain.
Felicity's smirk widened, and before Silver Wolf could fully comprehend the situation, she continued, almost cheerfully:
"Your balls are gone."
"… What?"
Silver Wolf blinked, utterly baffled, confusion swirling in her eyes as she tried to decipher the meaning behind Felicity's words.
Felicity, her smile widening, explained with the calm of someone who had already won:
"Herta already saw through your plan. You're just here to play around, aren't you? If we beat you, your precious plan falls apart."
She paused, the smirk never leaving her lips. "The IPC's shackles can't hold you back. You're no prisoner here. But Herta wanted to trace all your game accounts through reverse hacking and block them as punishment. And I... I righteously refused."
Silver Wolf's expression shifted, her breath hitching in her throat. Her eyes widened at the mention of her gaming accounts being blocked, the thought of losing access to her virtual world almost too much to bear.
Felicity continued, as if casually telling her the worst news of the day:
"If your accounts are blocked, you can rebuild them. It'll only take a few months. But I had a better idea. I convinced Herta to let me bind your real-name info to my family's account. You're now my child, and until I say otherwise, you can only play for four hours a week."
Silver Wolf felt her world tilt. Her chest tightened, and the air seemed to escape her lungs. She wanted to argue, but the words caught in her throat.
Finally, after a long pause, her voice emerged in a whisper. "Hey… can we reconcile?"
The game account, in the grand scheme of things, was a minor issue. Silver Wolf could always rebuild it—nothing to lose there. But the real sting came from Felicity's move. To have her real-name information tied to someone else's account... that was a violation. A breach of her very identity.
It felt like a prison sentence. Worse, it was a cage built for her enjoyment.
Felicity's grin only deepened as she added, "By the way, Herta said the item you're holding is a replica. The original's been moved ages ago."
Silver Wolf's eyes flashed with shock, her carefully maintained composure starting to crack. As she processed the revelation, the humiliation of it all sank in deeper.
Felicity couldn't hold back her laughter any longer. Watching Silver Wolf's turmoil unfold was far more enjoyable than she'd anticipated.
"Poor Silver Wolf," Felicity mused aloud. "Stuck as a child in a game she's always dominated. And now, she's reduced to begging for a way out."
Silver Wolf could only stamp her feet in frustration, her fist clenching as she raised her hand and tapped at her wrist, desperately hoping to regain control, to escape Felicity's trap.
Felicity waved goodbye, the mischievous smile never leaving her face.
Outside the Simulated Universe, Herta's laughter echoed.
"Sometimes, I have to admit—Felicity is one clever girl. I never would have thought to bind Silver Wolf's real-name info like that. I bet she's sitting there, crying and clutching her computer right now, hahaha!"
"Indeed, her methods are rather effective," Screwllum agreed, amused by the situation.
Herta's voice bubbled with more laughter. "Poor Silver Wolf. She's now limited to just four hours a week—what a sad, pitiful sight."
Felicity, overhearing, joined in with a playful chuckle. "That quote's too good. I'll create a portrait of that little girl and use it as a caption!"
She took out her phone, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she clicked to accept a new friend request. The game was far from over.
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T/N: It's 3 am, so ima go bed. Enjoy your 8 chapters.