Wet pink shoulder-length short hair stuck messily to her smooth neck and cheeks, and small water droplets were constantly condensing on the ends of her hair, trembling and rolling down.
The water droplets slid down her beautiful jawline, rushing along the gully, disappearing from sight.
The water vapor created a faint pink mist on her exposed skin, spreading all the way from her slender calves to her round shoulders.
Time seemed to be frozen by this sudden warm and humid air current.
Oliver had finished watching Asta's P content in this split second.
He was very puzzled in his heart: Could it be that I am born with a p holy body?
Just like a certain anime protagonist, wherever he goes, he stumbles, but he happens to fall on a beautiful girl and enjoy the benefits.
Yes, that must be it.
A transmigrator should have this kind of Holy Body
"You!"
The voice was so sharp that it almost tore through the thick walls of the Space Station, filled with shock, shame, and a hint of anger at having her privacy violated.
Asta's "seven-zero-zero" gaze swept like lightning across the small round table next to her, with a hardcover book lying open on it.
She didn't even get a clear look at the book's title before her hand, with enough force to shatter the Space Station, fiercely snatched the thick book. Her arm cut a sharp arc through the air, carrying the sound of wind and a hint of moisture, and flung it towards Oliver.
The heavy spine of the book traced a murderous parabola under the light.
Just as the hardcover book, capable of knocking out a Void Ranger, was about to hit Oliver, he casually reached out and caught it steadily.
Then, Oliver casually grabbed the bedsheet from the bed and threw it over Asta, wrapping her up.
While covering her modesty, it also restrained Asta's movements.
"What are you doing?!"
Asta's chest heaved violently, the blush on her cheeks, deepened by anger and rising heat, intensifying.
Oliver took out the Advanced Pass and calmly explained, "Herta gave this to me, telling me to pick a room to stay in. I stumbled in and happened to find you. So this is a misunderstanding; I didn't deliberately watch you bathe."
His voice echoed in the room, not loud, but clear enough, carrying a calmness that was almost detached.
It was as if the alluring scene just now hadn't been witnessed by him.
Asta's eyes, burning with fury, sharply focused on the golden Advanced Pass in his hand.
The anger on her face froze in an extremely abrupt manner.
Only then did she recognize that the man's appearance matched the guest's description in Ms. Herta's announcement.
"You are Ms. Herta's esteemed guest? Oliver, the third person on the Space Station to possess advanced authority?"
Oliver nodded calmly, "That's right."
Asta never would have expected such a situation: Ms. Herta's esteemed guest had, by sheer coincidence, seen her completely naked.
The crucial thing was that this matter couldn't be blown out of proportion.
After all, he was Ms. Herta's guest, concerning Ms. Herta's reputation, as well as Asta's own.
From childhood, Asta had been her parents' cherished darling; let alone being seen naked by a man.
Even her female friends had never seen her private parts.
Today, it was inexplicably given away like this.
It was difficult to accept, yet she had no choice but to accept it.
Asta took a deep breath, only able to comfort herself with the reason that the other party was incredibly handsome.
All her aggression, all the anger that was about to pour out, was awkwardly forced back into her heart in the face of this undeniable fact.
Asta gasped, the sound short and forceful.
She straightened her back, trying to regain the elegance befitting the acting head of the Herta Space Station.
Unfortunately, her slightly trembling fingertips and still blood-red earlobes cruelly betrayed the chaos within her at that moment.
"Please, could you step outside first?"
Her voice desperately tried to maintain the elegance expected of a rich young lady, but listening closely, the end of her words carried a nearly imperceptible tremor, "I need to get dressed."
Oliver complied, his movements fluid and without a hint of hesitation.
He was about to turn and leave immediately.
"Please wait!"
Asta called out to him again.
Oliver turned back and saw Asta's face flushed with shyness.
"Help me untie the bedsheet, I can't move."
"Mm."
Oliver turned again, and with a casual flick, the bedsheet on Asta loosened and fell to the floor, once again revealing Asta's exquisite body.
But this time, Oliver didn't linger; he left the room without looking back.
Inside the room, only the sound of water droplets hitting the mat, tap... tap... tap... a regular rhythm that was unsettling.
Then, there was an incredibly hurried rustling, the sound of soft fabric being frantically pulled and rubbed.
"He really doesn't seem to have any ill intentions..."
Asta thought back to the scene while getting dressed.
Although Oliver had seen her body, he had also used the bedsheet to cover her, and hadn't even peeked when he finally left.
Those calm eyes, that composed tone, it was as if there was no lust at all.
As beautiful as she was, a rich young lady, she had naturally encountered many lecherous gazes.
Those wicked looks were different from Oliver's.
Asta could distinguish that much.
"It should just be a simple misunderstanding. The guest isn't familiar with the Space Station, and there was no one to guide him. He can't be blamed..."
Thinking about this, Asta let it go.
It might just be a little awkward when they meet.
Asta finished dressing, tidied the room, and went out to check.
She saw Oliver standing by the corridor window, gazing at the cosmic sea of stars.
Observing quietly and carefully now,
Asta realized that Oliver was extraordinarily handsome; against the backdrop of the starlight, he seemed like a star within reach.
As the daughter of a company executive, she had seen countless wealthy young masters since childhood.
Yet none of them possessed the charm that Oliver did.
"If Mr. Oliver also enjoys stargazing, you could stay in the room next to mine; it has the best view of the star clusters."
Asta approached, wanting to ease the awkwardness between them.
After all, this was Ms. Herta's esteemed guest.
Those who could be considered esteemed guests by Ms. Herta were few and far between.
Although she hadn't heard of this person's name, Asta knew how to distinguish between important and less important people.
Oliver heard the pleasant voice beside him and turned his head to look at Asta.
She had changed into a white dress, outlining her tall and elegant figure.
Her damp hair was now dry, falling smoothly over her shoulders, and her face once again bore the proper smile of a young lady, as if the person who had just been flustered and at a loss had never existed. (As pictured)
Oliver smiled slightly: "Alright, I'll take your advice."
So, the room next to Asta's became Oliver's.
Ding-a-ling!
Suddenly, Asta's phone rang; it was Herta calling.
Herta: "Asta, I forgot to tell you, help me receive Oliver. Have you seen him?"
Asta: "Mr. Oliver is right next to me."
Herta: "Alright then, give him a good reception, take him to pick a room. Then, pick any Herta Puppet and send it over, right now, with Oliver."
Asta: "Okay, Ms. Herta."
After hanging up, Asta secretly grumbled to herself: A good reception, huh? Yes, a reception with my own innocence.
He couldn't help but sigh.
Ms. Herta was truly unreliable when it came to some minor matters.
If she had said this in advance, she could have arranged for someone to receive Oliver, preventing him from mistakenly wandering into such a situation.
"Mr. Oliver, Ms. Herta has asked you to come meet her. I need to find a Herta Puppet to send along."
"A Herta Puppet?"
Oliver suddenly had a bad feeling.
This woman wouldn't be trying to use a Herta Puppet to fulfill their bet, would she?
Alright, alright, you'd better not say your name is The Herta later...