Duang!
Just as she pushed open the door, Robin felt like the door hit something. With a "bang," a figure in sleepwear collapsed accordingly.
It was Stelle.
Stelle was completely unaware of what had just happened outside the door. She had just happened to remember she still had a delivery she hadn't picked up. Seeing on her phone that the location was already at the hotel, she thought to go out early to meet it.
As a result, just as she reached the door, the room door was suddenly pushed open abruptly, directly hitting her forehead, causing her to lose balance on the spot and fall backward with her occiput hitting the ground······
So, Stelle: X__X
To this point, a total of seven people had entered the room, with only one survivor remaining.
Robin was slightly silent for a moment, then sighed again. Things had come to this point, so there was no need for her to tiptoe anymore. Thus, she bypassed Stelle's body and directly began rummaging through the bedroom.
The black-and-yellow windbreaker on the chair back, take it.
The loose white shirt on the bed, take it.
The cyan leg ring, take it.
·····
After stuffing her backpack full, Robin prepared to evacuate. But as she passed by Stelle again, the moral sense in her heart made her hesitate slightly. After pondering for a moment, she still set down her backpack and reached out toward Stelle.
Don't misunderstand; she just felt that, after all, she was the one who knocked Stelle out, and she had taken so many of her clothes—if she still ignored it, it would be a bit unjustifiable.
She'd carry her to the bed and leave.
Robin picked Stelle up horizontally and gently placed her on the bed. But it was at this moment that a bold idea emerged in her mind—
—Wasn't she researching "Sunday's reason for obsession with Stelle"? Now the main subject of the experiment was right in front of her!
This was a once-in-a-lifetime perfect opportunity! Should she··· try it?
At this moment, two little figures appeared above Robin's head. One represented the aggressive faction of her: "Oh ho ho! What are you waiting for? One small step in research, one giant leap in life. You don't want our brother to fall into someone else's arms, do you?"
The other represented the conservative faction of her: "Yes yes yes!" (Agreeing with whatever others say—this is very conservative, right?)
After making up her mind, Robin looked down at Stelle beneath her. Under the moonlight's rendering, the latter's soft and beautiful face seemed like a piece of warm jade, making one unable to resist wanting to handle and play with it······
"I'm doing this for research, for my brother." Robin told herself this.
Thus, without any psychological burden, she reached out her hand, handling, kneading······ Of course, this referred to the face.
"Mm mm, very soft, very smooth, note it down."
After handling, Robin took out a little notebook and seriously recorded it.
Then next was··· scent.
To be reasonable, if it was only the scent sample on clothes, by the time she brought them home, it would probably have mostly dissipated. It had to be fresh······
Robin forcefully pinched herself: What was she thinking? Such a perverted idea!
But for her brother, this was a necessary sacrifice.
Thus, Robin leaned down, burying her head into Stelle's neck, and took a deep breath.
At the same time, at the bedroom door.
"Urgh······"
Sunday groaned, waking from his coma. The pain from his occiput made him unable to help grimacing. The last memory in his mind was suffering a muffled strike just before opening the bedroom.
It really hurts······
Sunday puzzledly glanced around. There were so many people lying here··· No, what had knocked him out? And what was that person's plot? Miss Stelle··· Right, what about Miss Stelle now? She couldn't be in danger, right?
With that thought, Sunday subconsciously looked toward the bedroom, only to see a scene he'd never forget in his lifetime:
Under the moonlight's caress, on the soft bed, the Miss Stelle in his heart—who was gentle, cute, innocent, kind, clear, pure, wise, beautiful, a hundred billion times better than Robin—was pressed down by a somewhat familiar figure, reduced to someone else's plaything.
What kind of joke was this?!
Sunday felt as if he heard something shattering in his heart. He struggled to get up, wanting to go stop it—
"Hmm?"
Robin noticed the movement behind her and slightly turned her head, just happening to meet Sunday's gaze.
The siblings' eyes met in convergence.
Sunday immediately widened his eyes: Th-this, this is Robin? How could she be here? Wait, could he be dreaming? But his head hurts so much right now!
The scene here was indeed the same as before he fainted, but why would Robin appear on Miss Stelle's bed? No no no··· why like this? Why?!
Robin's heart jolted, without any hesitation, she immediately pulled a steel pipe from her pocket, raising her hand and striking down—
Duang!
Sunday: "Urgh ah—"
Sunday: "X__X"
Having been caught by Sunday at the "crime scene," Robin no longer had the face to stay. She picked up her backpack, turned, and ran, leaping down from the bathroom window, successfully evacuating.
·····
The next day.
"Mm hum—"
Stelle let out a comfortable groan, waking up with a stretch in contentment. She yawned, preparing to wash up first, but as her gaze swept over the bedroom door, she immediately froze in place.
This··· what's this situation? Why so many people?
Stelle puzzledly walked to the door, only to see five people arranged here in a certain order: March 7th, Firefly, Sunday, Shush, Welt.
The first two appearing here could still be understood, but what the heck were the last three?!
With that thought, Stelle hurriedly woke the first one in line, March 7th, and asked concernedly: "March, why did you sleep here yesterday? You're not supposed to sleep here; the floor is very cold."
"Mm?" March 7th groggily opened her eyes, subconsciously clutching her occiput: "Urgh··· my head hurts so much, who hit me with a muffled strike yesterday······"
"Mm?"
The two's voices woke Firefly. Firefly groggily opened her eyes, subconsciously clutching her occiput: "Mm··· my head hurts so much, who hit me with a muffled strike yesterday······"
Stelle: ? How are they the same words?
The three's voices woke Sunday. Sunday groggily opened his eyes, subconsciously clutching his occiput and forehead: "Mm··· my head hurts so much, who hit me with a muffled strike yesterday··· No, yesterday it didn't seem like a muffled strike···"
Stelle: ?
The four's voices woke Shush. Shush groggily opened its eyes, subconsciously··· Oh never mind, only organisms feel pain; super beasts and robots excepted.
Shush: "System error, system error, suspected severe external impact."
The five's voices woke Welt. Welt groggily opened his eyes, subconsciously clutching his occiput: "Mm··· my head hurts so much, if I'd known yesterday I'd have checked behind first, otherwise I wouldn't have been hit with a muffled strike."