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

To just throw it away... seemed a bit excessive in Bangya's eyes. To keep it in their mouths? Absolutely not!

Brunhilde could only hold the lollipop, feeling slightly lost.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Claire smiled.

Brunhilde frowned.

“Baby, you said yourself you don’t like the taste of cigarettes, and I’ve been quitting for you lately. Whenever I feel like smoking, I bite into a lollipop, a green apple flavored one, so… when you think of me, you’ll remember the taste of green apples.” Claire touched her lips, a faint smile playing on her lips. “For you, I don’t care about anything. Won’t you try some? Really, won’t you try some?”

Brunhilde knew she was forcing him to eat the lollipop she'd only half-eaten, probably because she anticipated he wouldn't want to show a firm refusal in front of others. After all, Claire's identity would be discovered sooner or later, and making herself too special now... would be inconvenient.

His face darkened, but he still put the lollipop in his mouth with great dissatisfaction—to be honest, it wasn't a big deal if he accepted it; he and Cecilia even often played similar lip-and-tongue games, sometimes even online.

"I'm fine, you can go back now."

"Why are you in such a hurry to get rid of me? I just arrived." Claire went behind the boy, pressed her chest against his back, and hugged his waist from behind, as intimately as a couple in the throes of new love. Then she looked at Bonya and the other girl, still smiling, and said, "Or is it—these two are the culprits who made you abandon your sisters Lydia, Kira, and Theresa to steal some sweethearts outside? Hmm... I have to say, baby, your taste needs some improvement. It seems like your standards are getting lower and lower these days."

Cocolia, the blonde-haired wife, had a momentary darkening in her expression, while Miss Bonya, with gray hair, lowered her head in shame.

Although they were not much less beautiful than Claire, they were both stunning beauties. However, Claire looked even younger and more charming, a natural allure. In terms of the captivating charm of a married woman, both women felt inferior to Claire.

It's obvious she's jealous, isn't it? Both Bonya and Cocolia feel this way.

Bonya quickly stepped forward and stammered, "No, no, it hasn't come to that yet. You...you mustn't misunderstand. Are you Bubu's girlfriend? Bubu and I are just friends who are temporarily together for some reason."

Cocolia tolerated Claire's earlier rudeness. After all, she was currently powerless and insignificant, while Brunhilde was a connection she had managed to establish. Offending Brunhilde's girlfriend would make things difficult for her. The only thing she found strange was that the girls who frequented Brunhilde's circle probably all understood this fickle Ragdoll cat's style and wouldn't care about having a few more or fewer ambiguous relationships. This Claire…

Of course, people don't understand Valkyries. Maybe some of them are conservative but still obsessed with this child? Who knows, maybe in her eyes all women are enemies?

But then Claire couldn't help but laugh out loud, attracting everyone's attention. Then they saw the tall, silver-haired beauty perched on Brunhilde's shoulder, looking around at everyone with a playful and teasing expression, before nuzzling the boy's soft cheek. "Baby, they all think I look like your girlfriend."

Bonya was taken aback. "Isn't that right? I'm sorry, then you..."

Brunhilde looked at her, sighed after a long while, and reached out to pull away Claire's hand that was adjusting his collar. "This is my mother, Claire, Claire Kaslana."

Cocolia suddenly realized that she remembered the name. She had never associated the name with Kaslana, but now she immediately remembered that this was the woman known as the "Last Princess" and "Glorious Covenant," the mother of the previous head of the Kaslana family, the current head of the family, Siegfried, and naturally, Brunhilde's mother.

Bonya stared wide-eyed at Claire with envy and a hint of jealousy: "So young? You...you are Bubu's mother? You are so beautiful and elegant...you look only twenty years old, at most Bubu's older sister."

Claire enjoyed the compliment, her eyes crinkling into slits with delight.

For some reason, she had long since grown accustomed to compliments about her beauty, and she was quite used to them. But... but the compliments from the women and girls surrounding Brunhilde made Claire feel elated... It was probably some kind of twisted, inexplicable fetish; the thought of these girls, some secretly in love with her, others admiring her, made her genuinely want to please... please someone like her!

That's incredibly exciting!

Claire sniffed the faint scent emanating from Brunhilde, tried to control her expression, and then smiled as she replied, "Miss Bonya is no less beautiful. She's already a mother, yet she's still young and pretty."

“Miss Claire, it’s you! Bubu is all grown up now, an adult, and you still maintain such beauty, it’s simply… simply a miracle!”

Brunhilde shook off Claire and walked over, saying helplessly, "You've probably heard about the age-preserving ability of Honkai energy, right? Many Valkyries have it. My mother is over forty years old, and she's from a completely different era than you, who's in your early twenties. She's just beautiful, but her inner self is completely different from yours."

"Hey, baby, why are you like this? Do you think Mommy is too old? Waaah... I still have so many people pursuing me when I'm at the Ming Dynasty, and I even practice yoga for two hours every day to keep in shape! You've ruined all my years of hard work with just one sentence!" Claire pouted.

Bonya quickly said, "No! That's not it! Bubu doesn't have such thoughts. You're so beautiful and cute, how could Bubu possibly dislike you? On the contrary, we are honored to meet you! Are you here to take Bubu home?"

"Hmm... at first, yes, but it seems you all get along quite well," Claire said with a smile. "It seems that I, as your mother, am the one who's been keeping you all... warming up? If I hadn't come, Bubu would probably have been planning to spend the night here?"

Brunhilde ignored her, so Cocolia chimed in, feeling a little embarrassed. After all, Cocolia thought she might have actually tried to seduce Brunhilde and build a relationship with her... and now that Brunhilde's mother had arrived, she felt like she had been caught by the guardian of a minor.

“Bubu isn’t planning on staying overnight either. Actually, we’re about to send him back to Moscow. The town isn’t very safe, and we’re worried about letting him drive alone. But since you’re here, Bubu can go back with you.” Cocolia said with some reluctance.

Bonya was also somewhat disappointed, because Brunhilde was indeed... indeed able to stay today.

After Claire's car drove away, the two beautiful wives lowered their heads and remained silent.

“I said…” Cocolia spoke first, “You suddenly called him earlier, if his mother hadn’t called him down, what were you going to say?”

Bangya bit her lip, her face flushed, unsure how to explain.

Cocolia looked at her best friend, whom she knew best, for several moments before turning away and suddenly smiling. "That kid may be a bit indiscriminate, but he's not a bad person. And... how should I put it, if I could get in touch with the Kaslana family, I wouldn't mind... um, Bonya, I wouldn't mind something happening between us."

Bonya looked at her in surprise.

“You understand, Bonya. I’m different from you. I’m a KGB agent, a soldier, and an Anti-Entropy agent. I can actually use any of my resources to exchange for any other resources, including my body. That kid seems to be somewhat interested in me, or rather… it’s unlikely that a kid that age would be interested in me. After all, a mature, beautiful, divorced woman in her twenties is even more attractive to teenagers than her peers.”

Cocolia said calmly, "But that child is indeed a good child. Rather than exchanging resources with people I don't like, I would rather entrust my future to a vibrant, handsome, and adorable young man. In fact, compared to my previous husband, this little Ragdoll cat is the man who appeared at the most suitable time for me, the most suitable man for me. I... might even be looking forward to the moment he conquers me."

The gray-haired woman hesitated for a while before whispering, "Then congratulations, Coco..."

“But what about you?” Cocolia scrutinized her.

"me……"

“Bonya, I’ve told you before, you and I are different. I’m a woman who can give up her dignity, and I can trade myself for anything. My choices are based solely on pros and cons. That child is just the best and most adorable sugar daddy I can think of. But you’re not like me. You’re just an ordinary person.” Cocolia reached out and gently stroked her face, looking directly into her eyes. “We’ve been friends for so many years, I know you too well. You’re just an ordinary girl. You need love… and to be loved. You can’t accept my mercenary lifestyle. You want a family, a husband who cherishes you, and a father who won’t discriminate against your unborn daughter. But… the one you want to choose might not be able to provide that, right?”

Bonya finally realized that Cocolia had already discovered her little schemes.

She finally became somewhat saddened and began to sob.

“I…I don’t know. I shouldn’t have fallen for someone so soon after Alexei died. But…but I’m so scared. I…I’ve always been so weak, Coco. I always want to rely on someone…you too, Bubu too. I always want to entrust my life to someone else…but I’m not willing to accept it. I don’t want it to be like this…I don’t want it to be like this…” She finally burst into tears. “Coco, I don’t know if this is love or just wanting someone to rely on…If it’s love, am I being too pathetic…If it’s just wanting someone to rely on, am I…even more pathetic…”

Cocolia stroked her head, speechless in the face of her weeping best friend.

What exactly constitutes being despicable? As an ordinary woman, a woman powerless in the war, pregnant with a daughter.

A child as beautiful, lovely, strong, and kind as a little sun, comes to help you. In this fragile and gloomy era, this is almost a salvation... How could a woman not be moved?

Does being attracted to someone mean being promiscuous or despicable?

Or is it that she is not tempted, but simply wants to find a home for her daughter and a stable life, and is willing to sell her body to him... is that despicable?

Cocolia didn't know how to explain.

She could mock herself for choosing to disregard chastity for personal gain, for being despicable. But she couldn't say that to Bonya. She knew Bonya had sought Brunhilde's help, begging for a chance for her daughter to become a Valkyrie, willing to do anything, perhaps even become Brunhilde's most lowly pet or slave, Bonya would gladly accept it... but all for her daughter to avoid ending up like herself, so her daughter wouldn't have to sacrifice her dignity in this chaotic world...

What's wrong with this world?

Who exactly is the despicable person?

Cocolia couldn't understand it.

Some problems have existed since time immemorial, and they have no solution.

Bonya only wanted to find a solution in the life of an ordinary woman, one filled with dignity and love. But why is even such a life considered a luxury?

Cocolia embraced Bonya, and the two knelt in the snow-covered courtyard. She looked up at the white expanse, speechless.

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Early morning, outside Moscow State University, at the "Encountering Blush" Hotel.

As the name suggests, this hotel is a couples' hotel where young men and women from Moscow State University go on weekend dates and do things that help encourage birth control policies.

Of course, because of their proximity to schools, these places are sometimes forcibly rented by the government as accommodations for students accompanying their parents during special periods. The college entrance examination policy, which has been in effect since the Soviet era, remains a top priority for Siberians. Whenever there are high school entrance examinations, college entrance examinations, or postgraduate entrance examinations, these hotels are fully booked, filled with students from other places and their parents and relatives.

This room was one of the hotel's few luxury suites, featuring a round, vibrating waterbed, walls adorned with various interesting uniforms such as nurses' uniforms, teachers' uniforms, and see-through black stockings, a pink chandelier, and a bathroom with transparent glass enclosures on both sides. Clearly, even though it was during postgraduate entrance exams, the hotel hadn't shed any of its decadent style for the students.

But the people sleeping here probably don't care.

"Hello, your report card has arrived." Room service knocked on the suite door.

Claire, who was curled up and sleeping soundly on the waterbed, groggily opened her eyes and felt an emptiness in her arms.

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A waterbed is a very sturdy bed. Unlike the normal square beds in hotels, waterbeds are mostly round because they were originally designed to meet the special needs of young couples.

Compared to a regular bed, a waterbed is beneficial for the lower back. Its extremely soft texture makes it easier to perform various movements. The constant flow of water provides a comfortable, almost massage-like experience. This subtle support greatly aids in activities requiring lower back strength. Combined with sheer curtains, soft lighting, and the new, scented, and rose-patterned sheets that Claire thoughtfully arranged, the room's romantic atmosphere and practicality are further enhanced.

Claire is quite open-minded; she's not the kind of old woman who's stuck in her ways. On the contrary, she prefers new things. She'd wanted to try a couples' hotel for a long time, but coming alone wouldn't be very fun.

But after experiencing it, it wasn't all that great.

Claire rubbed her aching waist, feeling a little annoyed.

Even though I'm a Valkyrie, my back felt like it was about to give out after one night. This thing is actually only suitable for exercise, not for sleeping. It's supposed to support your back, but when you're asleep, you don't feel any support at all, and your back aches when you wake up.

Especially when two people sleep in one bed, if one person turns over, the other person will also be shaken around, so she simply hugs the little Ragdoll cat tightly—it seems that this thing is not a piece of furniture commonly used in the home.

But the beauty remained, sunlight streaming through the window onto the bed. Claire gently curled her long, slender legs, head bowed, stroking her beautiful, almost reflective skin in the morning sunlight. Her eyes were glazed as she pressed her delicate collarbone, the faint red teeth marks on it making one's heart flutter even more.

For many years, she had been proud of her figure, and also regretted that no one could love and cherish such a beautiful woman as herself, Claire thought with a wry smile. She didn't actually dislike men, but her standards were too high, so high that she once thought she was unlikely to find true love, and that her ex-husbands were not worthy of her looking at them directly.

But now there's no need for regrets.

Gathering her scattered thoughts, Claire, feeling a little thirsty, lay on the edge of the bed, her beautiful eyes slightly closed, and murmured sweetly, "Baby~"

There was no answer. Claire looked up and saw the boy who was about to leave.

"Drink some water~"

"Pour it yourself." Brunhilde glanced at her, casually wrapped herself in a towel, and headed for the door.

"You're such a cheapskate, honey." Claire kicked her legs on the bed, looking quite disgruntled. "You probably wouldn't even have asked Cecilia for a drink of water before going to refill her cup!"

"You know that too."

"You're really infuriating! I came with you to take your graduate school entrance exam at Moscow State University, stayed in this lousy hotel with you for three days, cooked for you, and picked you up from school! Cecilia just hangs out with her group of girlfriends every day, shopping, eating, and drinking. In the end, you only have her in your heart and not me! What right does she have!"

Brunhilde gave her a cold look, too lazy to refute.

Claire pouted, leaning over the edge of the bed, refusing to get down. She stretched out her hand to reach the teapot on the small table opposite the foot of the bed, half of her body sticking out of the bed. The blanket that had been covering her beautiful body fell down, revealing her jade-like upper body, which was bewitchingly beautiful.

I don't know why humans would rather stretch out on the floor to reach something far away than get out of bed, even though getting out of bed only takes a second.

Brunhilde walked to the suite door, where she could hear the girl's lively voice.