Didn't you go to Teyvat to earn money to support me?

The Bolshoi Theatre in Moscow, the third performance of the Sugar Dew Star Frost Ensemble's tour.

Halftime, in the locker room.

The staff member from "White Knight Media" looked helplessly at the locked door in the dressing room, then turned to the gentle, gray-haired, newly pregnant woman with an apologetic expression. "If you're here to see Miss Brunhilde, it might take a while. The boss and... cough cough, the boss has some personal business to attend to. Would you like to go outside for a cup of tea?"

Seeing the receptionist's face, a mixture of embarrassment and forced composure, Bangya's fair face also flushed slightly. After hesitating for a moment, she whispered, "No need, I'll wait here."

The receptionist scrutinized her carefully, looking her up and down at this woman who clearly had the air of a newlywed rich lady, paying particular attention to her slightly protruding belly.

After thinking for a moment, the receptionist looked at her with pity: "What...what's your relationship with the boss? Are you here to...demand an explanation from the boss?"

Bonya immediately realized that the staff member had definitely misunderstood, and her face flushed so much that she wanted to run away: "No, no, no, you've misunderstood. I have nothing to do with Bubu, and I'm not here to ask that child for an explanation. Ugh, ugh, ugh, I have nothing to do with that child..."

The receptionist's face became even more sorrowful. She thought to herself, "You're kidding me. You know our boss isn't a girl, so what kind of relationship do you have with our boss?"

And for some reason, even though the boss is a notorious womanizer, these incredibly beautiful girls are all devoted to him, seemingly unconcerned even after being betrayed. Take the idols like the Sugar Dew Star Frost group, for example. While the outside fans might not know, the long-time employees know perfectly well that these idols don't hide anything from everyone; when they're having fun with the boss, they'll even call their manager to buy birth control pills.

In other words, the employees were all involved in the supernatural realm and were considered subordinates of the Kaslana family. They knew that these idols were just doing idol work as a side job... The employees even suspected that the main reason these young ladies became idols was because the white-haired boss, who was as pretty as a girl, was into the type of teenage idols.

"Um... Bubu, you bad boy... you really don't know your place... do you even know that, strictly speaking, I'm like Theresa... also your auntie..."

The air in the locker room was filled with a sticky, sweet scent, and occasionally, a few slightly abrupt, beautiful low moans could be heard from the quiet room.

"Auntie? Okay, okay, who can blame me when Auntie Qiluo is so pretty? But Auntie Qiluo was just crying and calling for the boss and the little master, how come she's calling me auntie now?"

"Bubu!"

"Why is it Bubu again?" the boy chuckled teasingly.

"Bubu, you're being naughty. Just now, Qiluo was crying and shouting 'darling, husband,' and things like that the most. You're deliberately not saying that, aren't you?"

"Nicholas, you jerk! Are you trying to make fun of me?! Bubu, hurry up and take care of her, she's super strong, she definitely still has energy... I... I have a solo performance later, waaaaah, my whole body is weak..."

"Have mercy, dear boss! I have a performance later too! Oh, right, I'm your auntie!"

Brunhilde's face darkened.

Indeed, anyone who is "sister" to Cecilia in some way can call themselves his sister-in-law.

Cecilia has a lot of sisters. As the number one female wrench in Destiny, Cecilia has friends all over the world. In addition to the "real sisters-in-law" of the Shaniat family, Theresa is her sister by generation, the Snow Wolf Squad are her comrades and sisters, and a series of other sisters.

Brunhilde has countless aunts.

However, after this beloved saintess joined Brunhilde, all the sisters who came with Cecilia were also ruthlessly conquered by Brunhilde.

After all, unless she resolved the burning desires within the young women and allowed them to have their way, Brunhilde would be constantly on guard, protecting her saintess. But as the saying goes, you can't guard against a thief forever. Brunhilde and Cecilia quickly reached an agreement and decided to change these girls' twisted sexual orientation.

After several rounds of heart-to-heart bedroom experiences, the little Ragdoll cat still managed to fulfill its responsibilities as the boss. Perhaps only the children of the Kaslana family, known for their special attacks on Valkyries, could turn the tables on the combined exploitation of several idol girls.

Even with two hours left in the performance, Shigure Kira was already immersed in a bliss that only girls could experience. Her energetic stage outfit, paired with a pleated skirt and knee-high socks of varying lengths, which was originally meant to show off her impressive bust-to-hip ratio and perfectly proportioned long legs and slender waist to her fans, was now disheveled and swaying along with her sweat-drenched hair, completely subservient to a boy.

"Sister Qiluo, Sister Nicholas, how about we postpone the performance by half an hour?" The little ragdoll cat stroked the blue-haired idol's long hair while kissing the black-haired chuunibyou idol, tasting the lipstick flavor of their next performance. "It's okay to postpone it a little, it's definitely too late anyway, there are only five minutes left before the show starts, and you two even have to take a shower."

"Haaah... This is too reckless! Absolutely not! Idols... are supposed to set an example for their fans, and their profession is about fulfilling their fantasies!"

"Absolutely not! We can't be late! Being late is a huge blow to our idol's reputation!"

Brunhilde pouted, "You guys care so much about the fans' experience, but don't you care about me? I'm not happy anymore, I'm graduating! Sugar Dew Star Frost Duo, graduation and marriage!"

Shiyu Kira found it both amusing and exasperating. As an idol with extensive experience dealing with Ragdoll cats' shameless behavior, she endured the electric shock that surged through her body—the kind of stimulation that would make even a Valkyrie lose her senses—and gently hugged the boy's head, comforting him helplessly: "Waaah... Okay, okay, don't be so jealous every day. I have millions of fans, you're not enough... Bubu already has all of me, what else do you want to experience... Being an idol is my dream, Bubu, don't be jealous, okay?"

Brunhilde couldn't refute it; he was indeed incredibly possessive, but he also knew he couldn't be pathologically controlling.

So the little Ragdoll cat sadly gave the two idols, who were already incredibly satisfied, a final kiss. He then dressed the two limp sisters in new stage outfits, tidied their appearance, and handed them over to the staff who were used to it.

Then, when he looked up, he bumped into the silver-gray Roman-style curly-haired young woman who had been awkwardly waiting outside the door for a long time.

The two women stared at each other, and Bangya instantly understood what embarrassment meant. She listened with even more embarrassment to the words of the two teenage idols who had just passed by, who were supporting each other as they walked away.

"Kira, are we just going to go on stage like this...? Shouldn't we... do something first...?"

"There's no time to shower, hurry up and get going!"

"But it feels like there's a lump of water sloshing around in my stomach..."

"Shut up and don't describe it! Don't imagine it!"

Bonya lowered her head, not daring to look at Brunhilde, her pointed ears turning red. The little ragdoll cat, however, didn't seem to mind; he was already used to this kind of life. He smiled and said, "Excuse me, my hair is a bit messy. What brings you here, Mrs. Alexandra? You could have just called. It's not appropriate for you to be running around like this, as you're pregnant."

Chapter Seventy-Five: A Weak and Submissive Woman

“Ah…we Siberians believe that if we’re going to talk things over, it’s always more sincere to do it face-to-face,” Bonya said softly. “Coco sent me here. She’s already settled over four thousand refugees in the town and told me it would be best to build a good relationship with you. She said that although you’re just an ordinary person, you’re a local bigwig in the Siberian government. There probably aren’t many people in Siberia with a higher status than you.”

“There’s no need. We’re not going to hand you over to headquarters right now.” Brunhilde walked toward the door. “But I think you know that you’re here today… for more than just this.”

Bonya chuckled.

Brunhilde opened her car door, and Bonya got in as well. The car didn't start, as the two had simply chosen a secluded spot to discuss business.

He adjusted the passenger seat for Bonya, as this young Siberian wife was indeed not suited for strenuous activity. She was probably in her second trimester, and at four months pregnant, her belly was only slightly protruding. Brunhilde watched as she sat properly against the seat, her head bowed as she stroked her lower abdomen, her beautiful eyes filled with tenderness.

"Miss Bonya?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm a little tired, I didn't hear you."

Brunhilde wasn't surprised. Pregnant women are like that; they inexplicably get lost in their own world. You can call them and they might not hear you, or even notice you when you're right in front of them. The saying "pregnancy makes you stupid for three years" is true; Cecilia wasn't much smarter when she was pregnant with Kiana.

Bonya was even younger than Cecilia. Although pregnant, she still possessed a gentle and demure demeanor, and her slightly sickly beauty, a result of her frail health, captivated men's hearts. Brunhilde gazed at her long, grey Roman-curled hair, her thick white sweater dress, and the heavy grey knit stockings exceeding ten deniers beneath it; every movement she made exuded a gentle charm completely different from that of a young girl.

Although not a Valkyrie, Bonya is still a Siberian beauty from Eastern Europe. Unlike Cocolia, a domineering beauty with a strong military aura, Bonya always appears gentle and cautious, arousing others' protective instincts. Brunhilde sometimes wonders, wouldn't a girl like her be bullied in society? Beautiful and weak, she's practically the perfect subject for doujinshi.

But perhaps that's why she has a strong-willed best friend like Cocolia. Cocolia knows her best friend's gentleness, which is why she always carries her with her and protects her.

Brunhilde didn't know what was wrong with him. He had just received comfort from Shigure Kira and Nicholas, but looking at Bonya, who was now a wife, he felt a little... restless.

He wanted to slap himself right now. What was wrong with him? He wasn't lacking in women! Why was he so eager to have sex with every pretty girl he saw? There were so many beautiful girls in the world waiting in line for him to choose from, why was he eyeing a widow?

She's an older widow than you!

After a few minutes of silence, Brunhilde was unsure of what she was up to, while Bonya... was naturally shy and didn't know how to start a conversation.

After hesitating for a long time, she took out a small medicine box from her pocket and handed it to Brunhilde.

Brunhilde took it, looking at her with a puzzled expression, not knowing what it was.

“I bought the levonorgestrel pills when I was waiting for you outside…” Bangya explained in a low voice, her head down. “They have an emergency contraceptive effect. Give them to those two ladies and they should take them within 72 hours.”

Brunhilde couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"No, don't laugh! You're still young kids, all you know is how to indulge in pleasure. What if... what if it gets really bad? Listen to your elders, we've all been through this, we can't let an unsolvable problem arise."

“Miss Bonya, you’re only a few years older than me, so it’s best not to call yourself an elder,” Brunhilde said with a smile. “Among the idols I’ve mentored, Sister Lixue is the same age as you.”

"This isn't about age, it's about mindset! Little brother, what you're doing is too dangerous. If you get pregnant, how do you plan to handle it?"

“That’s great,” Brunhilde said sincerely.

"what?"

Brunhilde reclined her seat, relaxed in the driver's seat, and closed her eyes: "That's good. If there's anything I've done to wrong them, it's that the chances of them wanting to be mothers are very low. So if we have a child, it's a great thing to celebrate, and I must fulfill my responsibilities as a father."

"Are you serious or not?" Bonya's expression turned serious. "Bubu, a playboy like you... can't be responsible for everyone. In the end, it will only be a mess and chaos."

Brunhilde didn't care at all and casually said, "I admit to being promiscuous, but I don't agree with the idea of ​​not being responsible for everyone."

"You child...you still want to take responsibility?"

"I think Miss Bonya doesn't seem to understand the basic rules of the extraordinary side. First, the extraordinary side allows polygamy or polyandry; second, everyone on the extraordinary side is wealthy, and everyone has the resources to survive independently, so there's no need to rely on marriage for mutual support. In summary, the view of marriage on the extraordinary side is different from that on the secular side. The secular side believes that a man and a woman marrying to form a family is to resist social exploitation, which is easier than resisting social exploitation alone. But on the extraordinary side, personal strength and wealth are enough to resist social exploitation, so marriage and family are just for the sake of 'liking'."

Bonya lowered her head and carefully considered his meaning.

"In other words, the Valkyries on the transcendent side are more about 'passion' when it comes to relationships. Sister Qiluo likes me, and I like Sister Qiluo. Everyone likes me, and I like everyone, and that's enough. Other pressures that arise from this are not really pressures on the transcendent side," Brunhilde said calmly. "Essentially, we live a comfortable life, so we act more according to our 'heart' than according to 'rules'."

"Your true intention is to have a bunch of girls vying for your attention?" Bangya frowned her delicate eyebrows.

"The mundane realities of daily life—rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and tea—can really erode relationships. Like when your girlfriend cooks for you and you don't want to wash the dishes, over time, this little thing can become the trigger for countless arguments," Brunhilde said. "The good thing about the Extraordinary is that these things are overshadowed by the comfortable life brought about by personal strength. Girls and boys have almost nothing to do besides being affectionate and rolling around; even those tedious tasks become domestic pleasures. So how could we have conflicts? As for jealousy, usually, it's me who's jealous, and I still have to try my best to satisfy them and make sure they don't spy on my Leah."

Bonya was at a loss; it was clear she couldn't understand the so-called "multiple relationships" on the supernatural side. This kind of family... it was too much.

"Won't it be awkward for you two to continue like this?" After thinking it over, Bangya couldn't help but ask, "For example, you are clearly friends with Miss Qiluo, but in front of Miss Qiluo... you win over Miss Nicholas. Won't they be jealous or angry? Or at least... they'll feel awkward, right?"

“Miss Bonya, think about it. We were all friends before, and suddenly the trio becomes a couple and one single. That’s awkward, isn’t it? If that continues, we might not even be able to stay friends.” Brunhilde shrugged. “That would be awkward, for example, if you were the single one, watching your best friends hugging and showing off their love every day, you would eventually have to quietly withdraw—that’s the norm in friendships. And what Sister Leah taught me is really right: to maintain a friendship, you have to elevate it. If everyone is in the same boat, then everyone can still be friends.”

Bonya blushed when she heard this. Wasn't this just the meaning of "If I choose one thing that will make everyone sad, then I'll choose all of them and live together"?

Fallacies and heresies! Fallacies and heresies!

But she couldn't think of any rebuttal.

Friendships can easily turn into love and cause trouble, but if they all evolve to the level of love... most people would immediately create a lot of love, hate and grudges. So what kind of magic does Bubu have that makes his group of little idol older sisters forgive him and be willing to forgive him?

She glanced again at Brunhilde's exquisite, flawless face and bit her lip.

Shameful attack on succubi against Valkyries!

“I can’t accept…accept this notion. My husband and I belong only to each other. If I knew my husband had so many female confidantes…I would choose to divorce him,” Bangya said in a low voice. “My moral compass tells me that one person must be the only one for another, not just one of many. All unfair relationships between men and women involve one party’s concessions, self-sacrifice, and compromise.”

“Hmm… I didn’t intend to change your mind.” Brunhilde scratched her head.

"Although my husband dedicated himself to the army, and didn't even see me when I was in the most danger, it was Cocolia who rescued me from the fire. But my husband and I, until death, only had each other. I think this is a mature view of love. Bubu, your idea that everyone can be happy is just an escape. You're escaping the failure of a broken relationship, but you can't completely give your heart to any other woman."

She looked directly into Brunhilde's eyes. "It's best not to speak too intimately with people you don't know well, but Brunhilde, I think you're a good kid, a really good kid. It's just that your upbringing and experiences have been a little distorted. I hope you can get back on the right track."

Brunhilde looked at her. "Is the right path morality? Is morality unchanging?"

"Morality, of course, remains unchanged."