Robin's slender hand made a grasping motion, a pose similar to when she was singing on stage.
The power of walking a [Path] surged within her, putting her in a state where she could erupt at any moment.
Robin was by no means a mere vase who could only shine on stage. While her direct combat abilities might not be noteworthy, she possessed the power to interfere with others.
She was a "singer," and her voice could induce "resonance."
Resonance could sway people's emotions, and even amplify the abilities of others.
But when that "resonance" surpassed a certain threshold, the power contained within the singer's frequency fluctuations was no longer beautiful, but destructive.
It could shatter stable emotions and break solid objects.
Robin did not like to use her singing voice to sing notes of ruin.
Robin's earliest impression of music was a "silent" melody, drowned out by the thunderous roar of disaster. When sound cannot carry a melody, emotion becomes its most sincere expression.
Even now, Robin could still recall her mother's gentle comfort when that disaster struck, and her brother tightly holding her hand. Perhaps that was the true form of that melody.
Now, Robin had a stable life and the possibility of pursuing her dreams, while those still in the abyss and adrift without support must still be waiting for hope.
Robin wanted to use her voice to soothe their pain, dispel their fears, and encourage them to walk out of the darkness and find their own happiness and peace. Although the road was long, Robin knew that as long as she didn't give up, she could realize her wish, bit by bit.
How could Robin, who held such a vision in her heart, allow the sound of her "singing" to be cast in shadow?
"—Even so, if I will fail by not fighting, then I will choose to face the difficulty head-on!"
Robin's eyes, like a fairy lake, shone with a determined light. A long, iridescent object materialized in her hand.
Upon closer inspection, it was a microphone on a stand, with angel-like white wings extending from its sides.
The singer held it in her hand as if it were a knight gripping a sharp sword.
Seeing such an idol, the smile on Ye Feng's lips deepened.
"Pure, but not naive. Full of good intentions, yet you know how to leverage your situation. You despise conflict, yet you understand the indispensability of power. Fantastic. You truly are the perfect cosmic diva, a dazzling and moving pure idol."
Ye Feng narrowed his eyes, staring at Robin's noble and alluring, pure white body. He licked his lips.
"I'm looking forward to dyeing you in all sorts of colors more and more."
"!!"
Seeing Ye Feng's wicked smile, Robin's heart tightened. She no longer held any expectations or hesitation!
「Aa~~」
The perfect idol parted her cherry lips. Her vocal cords, born for singing, vibrated. Under the catalysis of her [Path], the sound waves transformed into the vibrations of [The Harmony].
Visible ripples spread through the air, passing through Ye Feng in layers.
It would directly "resonate" with the sleep center of the brain, instantly robbing Ye Feng of his ability to act.
Thump.
Ye Feng's head slumped forward, and then his entire body fell limply onto the sofa.
It worked?!
Did I subdue him that easily?
Robin looked at the fallen man, a little stunned.
She had never expected to take down this mysterious man with her opening move.
She had prepared several follow-up moves, but it seemed they were no longer needed.
This evil man had lost his ability to act, but Robin did not release her power. Instead, she let out a light hum, and musical notes swirled around her waist.
She glanced at Ye Feng again but didn't go over to finish him off.
Surrounded by musical notes, Robin quickly walked away, her beautiful feet in their crystalline high heels.
She pulled the door open, ready to leave, but was blocked by a figure.
Robin's pupils contracted violently as she stared in disbelief at Ye Feng, who had suddenly appeared.
She looked back. The figure that had been on the sofa was gone. She turned her head back in horror.
"How are you…"
"How am I what? My cute little bird."
Robin's hair instantly stood on end. Everything that was happening was beyond her comprehension.
Robin realized that Ye Feng's strength was far beyond her imagination.
The frightened little bird took an involuntary step back. Her beautiful foot, wrapped in a purple ribbon, missed its step, and she fell with a thud onto the luxurious red carpet.
Ye Feng stepped forward, and his large shadow gradually covered Robin's face.
The young woman supported herself with her white, lace-gloved hands on the floor. She lifted her head, looking up in panic at the approaching Ye Feng.
Under the immense pressure, she once again raised her singing microphone at Ye Feng. Her cherry lips parted, and the resonance of [The Harmony] flowed out.
However, when it hit the man before her, it was like a gentle breeze, having no effect at all. He even narrowed his eyes in comfort, as if he were enjoying it.
"Miss Robin, are you trying to give me a massage?"
"—Eek!"
The beautiful and pure cosmic diva, fallen on the red carpet, lifted her head. Just as she was about to say something, her "weapon" was knocked from her hand. The microphone with the white wings flew to the side, landing limply.
"…What do you want?" Robin asked, her voice trembling.
She hadn't even seen how Ye Feng had moved, but she could now see that there was something new in his hand.
It was fragrant, steaming, and glistening with golden-red oil. If she wasn't mistaken, it seemed to be… a freshly roasted sausage?
"Don't be nervous, Miss Robin. Have some breakfast first. You must be hungry."
Ye Feng closed in again.
Robin was sitting on the red carpet with her legs splayed in front of her. Ye Feng stepped over those long, smooth, fair legs and came to stand directly before her.
From her seated position, Robin's head was level with Ye Feng's thighs.
Ye Feng reached out, offering the food that was emitting a tempting aroma.
Robin pressed her lips together, not accepting his "kindness."
Smack!
Ye Feng flicked the food, striking Robin's smooth and tender, beautiful cheek, leaving a greasy stain on the lovely singer's skin.
Robin covered her cheek, looking delicate and helpless, her eyes filled with misery.
"I rarely feed people breakfast, so don't fail to appreciate my kindness, Miss Robin. Open your mouth."
"…"
Ye Feng's face was gentle and refined, but his tone was unquestionable.
In response, Robin just covered the cheek that had just been struck by the food, making no move.
Although it didn't hurt, the diva, famous throughout the entire universe, felt humiliated and ashamed.
Ever since being adopted by [The Family], she had received the finest education, and those around her were always modest and polite. She had never encountered anything like this.
Smack—
Ye Feng gave another light flick, striking Robin's other cheek.
Grease from the food smeared onto Robin's skin, reflecting a silvery light in the morning sun.
"Open."
Ye Feng looked down at her from above, commanding her once more.
Robin covered her cheeks, looking up at Ye Feng.
For a moment, she truly didn't know what the man before her was thinking.
Suddenly and aggressively feeding her breakfast?
What kind of development was this?
Robin couldn't help but think of a "stage play" the company had asked her to turn down. It had a similar plot.
She couldn't remember the name of the play, but she thought it had the words "Overbearing CEO" in it.
But Miss Robin the "singer" did not act, and even if she were to debut in the film industry, she would never accept such a vapid script.
Yet, such a dramatic scene was now playing out for real, with her as the star.
"Ahem? Miss Robin, my patience has its limits."
This time, Ye Feng didn't use the food to strike her. He bent down, pinched the superstar's chin with his thumb and forefinger, pried open her cherry lips, and shoved the breakfast forcefully inside.
"Mmph… mmph…!"
Robin whimpered, her eyes flying open. Her long eyelashes trembled as she let out a mournful cry.
Her fair legs, which had been flowing like water on the ground, struggled. The purple ribbons wrapped around her ankles swayed incessantly. One of her crystalline high heels came off completely, revealing a slender, jade-like foot.
Her bare foot was like a delicate jade artifact, with elegant curves. At this moment, it danced lightly in the clear morning light, like a lotus in the water, captivating the heart.
If one were to look from the open doorway at this moment, Ye Feng's back would perfectly obscure the cosmic diva's upper body. One would only see the long, fair legs of the seated Robin struggling.
"Gulp~"
Finally, Robin swallowed with difficulty.
Ye Feng took a small step back. At some point, Robin had ended up in a disheveled W-sit in the middle of the luxurious hall, looking broken.
She had choked, bringing tears to her eyes. They were hazy, and a greasy residue remained at the corners of her mouth.
Ye Feng couldn't help but say, "Such a willful idol. You'd better eat your breakfast properly next time."
"…"
Robin gently wiped the corner of her mouth, looking at Ye Feng with a complicated expression.
Was he really just feeding her breakfast?
No, it couldn't be. It had to be more than that.
Although they hadn't known each other long, Robin could sense the evil in the man before her.
"…What do you really want?"
"Sigh."
Ye Feng sighed, put down the plate, and began to speak of the past.
"Although, logically, I know it has nothing to in with you, Miss Robin, you are the main culprit for me being trapped here… But from another perspective, you could be considered my benefactor?"
"…What?"
Ye Feng vaguely remembered that the point in time he had transmigrated was during Robin's rerun banner. He did a ten-pull, got ten golds, and then everything went black. When he woke up, he was in this world.
"To put it simply, I must have both my revenge and my repayment."
"…??"
Seeing Robin's confused expression, Ye Feng smiled. "This is an ACGN thing. You don't need to get it."
"ACGN…?"
"Let's put that aside for now. First, let's sign a Master-Servant Contract."
"Huh?"
Robin stared blankly.
Ye Feng said, "It is the ultimate relationship that can be forged between a master and a servant. Only when the master resolves to take everything from the servant, and the servant vows to offer their entire body and soul to the master, is it possible to achieve this highest and strongest form of master-servant bond. If one is fortunate enough to succeed, one can obtain powerful abilities of different levels. But in return, it will form a forbidden relationship that can never be broken."
Robin panicked. She shook her head. "No, I don't want to."
Isn't that just a slave contract?
She remembered that on Tsygania-IV, an ownerless star system at the junction of the Denes-Pluecker-Donau galaxies, there were records of slaves being captured.
This was exactly the kind of unequal relationship that Robin was dedicated to eradicating.
And now, she herself was about to be branded as a slave?
"No, not a slave."
Ye Feng said, "Didn't I just explain it clearly? It's a Master-Servant Contract! You need to offer your entire body and soul to the master for it to be possible to achieve this highest and strongest form. But you can also choose not to offer them to me. The autonomy is in your hands, Miss Robin."
What kind of autonomy is that!
"…No, I refuse."
Robin's body trembled as she backed away.
Ye Feng grabbed the pure idol's ankle and dragged her over.
Robin's rear scraped against the ground, and she couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.
"You don't have the right to refuse, Miss Robin."
Ye Feng flipped the pure idol over, so her back was facing the sky.
The formal gown she was wearing was a backless design. He didn't even need to tear her clothes; a large area of her smooth, jade-like back was already exposed to the air.
Ye Feng held Robin's wrists firmly, pinning her to the ground. Then, he bent down and began to trace the pattern of the contract on her back with the tip of his tongue.
"Nngh-hnn~~~"
Robin could only feel a searing, moist sensation on her back.
It was a strange feeling.
At first, she was repulsed by it, like a bug crawling on her skin. It was disgusting.
But as the pattern was being drawn, Robin gradually grew accustomed to it.
By the time the pattern was almost complete, Robin was horrified to discover that she was actually deriving a strange pleasure from it.
"Let, let me go!"
Robin began to struggle desperately. She felt like she was no longer herself.
Her vocal cords, which produced such beautiful music, were now letting out a mournful cry, like a cuckoo weeping blood.
But it was no use. In fact, it only made Ye Feng deepen the tracing of the contract pattern.
"Jie jie jie, give up, Robin. It's useless even if you scream your throat out. The contract… is complete."
As the final stroke was laid, Robin's back, as if a Stigma had been loaded onto it, began to emit a brilliant, scarlet glow.
"How about that? It's beautiful, isn't it?"
Ye Feng moved Robin's head, forcing her to look at her own back.
Robin had never seen her back so clearly and completely before.
What a perfect female back it was. The elegant curves outlined a graceful figure, like an abstract painting, exuding poetry and romance.
Even Robin herself was momentarily mesmerized.
But her originally flawless, jade-like back was now branded with her "Master's" mark. The scarlet and demonic pattern was imprinted upon it, as if it were carved into her very soul.
"Hmm?"
Wait… why can I see my back from this angle?
Realizing this, Robin's gaze slowly moved upwards, and she couldn't help but hold her breath.
"!!"
She saw a headless body. It was wearing her familiar formal gown, lying face down on the red carpet. The cross-section of the neck was covered by a layer of white light.
"Eh?"
Robin turned her head like a broken robot. Yes, even like this, she could still turn her head.
She looked at Ye Feng in horror. "What is this…?"