Collapse Iron: I'm a Succubus in the Universe

"what?"

When Little Black Tower No. 108 heard Qiong's suggestion, she was stunned for a moment. Her little mouth opened slightly involuntarily. She glanced at Qiong and then pursed her lips.

"Then... I'll give it a try!"

After Little Black Tower No. 108 agreed, she began to nod gently under Qiong's guidance. Although she was a little unskilled at first, her performance was good enough.

Therefore, once Sora tells No. 108 not to hurt herself with her teeth, she can do whatever she wants.

The soft and gentle feel is indeed very nice, the only slight flaw is...

"It's a bit too dry."

Qiong still felt a little uncomfortable. Although Little Black Tower No. 108 was learning very quickly, she couldn't enjoy it if this issue wasn't resolved.

"Too...dry? Then I'll...drink some water."

Number 108 mumbled a few words, stuck out its little tongue, and pushed Qiong out. Then it turned around and started rummaging through the pile of things. After a while, it found a bottle.

This bottle is a very ordinary oddity; its function is to absorb moisture from the air to produce water, and it just so happens to come in handy now.

The bottle tip tilted slightly under No. 108's movement, and the clear water dripped gently onto her outstretched pink tongue, which she then held in her mouth.

He then knelt down in front of Qiong again, carefully kissed her, and slowly swallowed, making sure it wasn't too dry.

All I can say is that the service is just too good. And this time, with the added moisture, it feels even better.

Especially during the process, the way No. 108 looked straight ahead and savored every little detail made Qiong unable to contain herself.

I couldn't resist reaching out and grabbing Little Black Tower's hair, and then...

Not long after, the perspective shifted to the other side.

At this moment, Little Black Tower No. 83 was still lying in the laboratory with his eyes closed, resting. Of course, don't misunderstand, he wasn't reminiscing about anything.

However, at that moment, the laboratory door was opened. In the Black Tower Space Station, besides Qiong, only the other small Black Towers had the authority to directly enter her laboratory.

"Huh? Why are you back? And with... Number 108? What happened to her?"

Number 83 looked at Number 108, whose mouth was slightly open, with some confusion. The latter's expression remained unchanged, but he couldn't speak at the moment, so Qiong, who was standing to the side, spoke on his behalf, albeit somewhat awkwardly.

"There was a slight mishap, so please have her checked out first."

Upon hearing this, No. 83 frowned slightly but did not say much. After a thorough examination, he came to a conclusion.

"What did you do to him? Why is her vocal system damaged, and why is it stuck to..."

She was very familiar with this stuff, having tasted it not long ago, and the reason it turned out this way was self-evident.

It was obvious that something had happened to the monkey god, but that wasn't the point; she wanted to know the details.

"Tell me, Number 108, why did things turn out like this?"

"this…"

Even after his voice system was repaired, Number 108 still stuttered as he explained, but this time it was mostly due to the pressure from Number 83.

"So, Qiong helped you, and you offered to repay her?"

"Ah."

Number 108 lowered his head and nodded, just like he had been taught in front of Sora not long ago, and then listened to Number 83's criticism.

Chapter Eighteen: The Eloquent Little Black Tower No. 83

"If you do something like this without professional modification, and it happens again, I won't fix it for you, understand?"

"Yes... I know... I was wrong."

Number 108, holding its little head, behaved like a child in front of Number 83, the little black tower, who then waved its hand.

"Alright, don't you have other things to do? Go on. As for you..."

After driving away No. 108, No. 83, the little black tower, turned his gaze back to Qiong, his purple gem-like eyes seeming to hold some dissatisfaction.

"Hmph, instead of going back after the experiment, you're still wandering around the space station. Looks like you have a lot of free time. Why don't you just continue the experiment?"

Faced with her sharp and slightly angry remarks, Qiong was a little embarrassed. He mainly just wanted to try it out, but now was not the time to talk about that.

"Uh...it's not what you think. Actually, I just wanted to test the permissions you gave me. I didn't expect it to turn out like that..."

"What?"

"that is……"

Faced with Number 83's question, Qiong really didn't know how to explain, but before he could continue speaking, he saw Number 83 in front of him make a surprising move.

She came to Qiong and, just like No. 108 before, slowly squatted down.

Is that so?

It still has that familiar warm and soft touch, except that the previous No. 108 had a hard sound module a little further in, but No. 83 is different.

Not only was it gentle and soothing throughout, but the nimble little tongue was also incredibly soft and sweet. Although the movements were not yet very skillful, at least even if it went a little deeper, there was no need to worry about anything going wrong.

Faced with such an onslaught, Qiong couldn't help but grab Xiao Heita's hair and hug her head tightly. After a while, they remained like this...

"Gulp... Hmm, you really have a lot of energy. But this should be fine, right? Stop wandering around the space station and hurry back. Don't delay tomorrow's experiment."

When Little Black Tower No. 83 spoke, his face flushed slightly. He wiped his lips with his arm and gave Qiong the order to leave, telling her to go back and rest.

Of course, she also responsibly cleaned up all the experimental residue for Qiong, making sure there was nothing left, before putting Qiong back.

When he got back that night, Qiong had no intention of playing games with Xing, but if the latter made any provocative remarks, then he couldn't be blamed!

She was given another severe lesson until Xing admitted defeat and begged for mercy again, only then did Qiong let her go.

However, Qiong slept soundly that night and did not even notice March Seven sneaking into his room again. It wasn't until he woke up early the next morning that he realized there was a beautiful girl next to him.

As always, she rested her head on his shoulder while wrapping her arms around his neck, which made Qiong wonder, "Isn't this a little too ambiguous between us?"

Qiong didn't say these words directly, but instead took the opportunity to observe March's little face up close.

"Yes, she is indeed very cute."

However, just as she finished speaking, March 7th in front of her opened her eyes. The girl, who had just woken up, was still a little dazed, but she had heard those words clearly.

And when their eyes met, both of them were stunned.

Then in March, she did what she thought was a very clever thing to do: she closed her eyes again, but her blushing cheeks already indicated that she had been exposed.

"Um...Is it about time I got up?"

March 7th didn't answer, but silently let go of the hand holding Qiong and "naturally" turned to the side.

Faced with such a self-deceiving act, Qiong cooperated and left the room, but after he left, March Seven's cheeks were still flushed.

"Current favorability rating for March 7th is 80%".

Qiong originally planned to go directly to the laboratory, but encountered a small black tower along the way.

"Um, you... come here for a second."

Judging from the tone of the other party, it seems to be the 108th Black Tower. As for why I say that?

"Little Black Tower No. 216 currently has a 50% affinity rating."

Qiong was still not quite clear about the situation. Just then, the little black tower in front of him seemed to get a little impatient and simply grabbed his hand and walked forward.

Before long, they brought him to the storage room for yesterday's rare items.

Why did you bring me here?

"Yes, I want it."

"Huh?"

Qiong was not surprised by the other person's answer, but by the fact that she did not stutter. He had originally thought that the other person was the same type.

"So you can speak normally now?"

"Of course! That's another charming trait of mine~"

The little black tower stopped pretending at this moment. She cupped her cheeks in her hands, revealing an infatuated expression, and then looked at Qiong again.

"But don't worry, I have no ill intentions towards you. I just want to see what's so special about you that I, number 83, like so much."

"Um, can I refuse?"

This little black tower is clearly not quite right. Qiong thought it best to slip away first, but before she could take two steps, Number 216's voice came again.

"No, you can't escape now."

As she spoke, a strange object resembling a rope suddenly appeared in her hand, which she then threw over. Qiong was unable to dodge in time and was tightly bound.

"Alright, let me take a closer look now~"

The little black tower in front of her came to the dome, bent her knees and slowly squatted down, the pale white skirt sliding down her thighs.

She didn't care at all that Qiong's gaze could give her a general idea of ​​the apartment layout at this moment, but if she wanted to see it clearly, she would probably have to "waibibabu".

"What's wrong? You're just giving up like this?"

Looking at Qiong, who had stopped struggling, Little Black Tower No. 216 reached out and poked his cheek with a hint of smugness.

However, when the fingertips gently touched it, Number 216 felt an electric current pass through his body, and his whole being became different.

The sensation of the clothes she was wearing rubbing against her skin was amplified several times over, which she found difficult to adjust to at first.

After losing its balance, it fell directly onto Qiong, and the large area of ​​contact caused the little black tower to lose consciousness on the spot.

Seeing this, Qiong slowly withdrew his power, and the strange ropes binding him loosened on their own. Of course, he could not easily surrender.

However, looking at the unconscious Little Black Tower No. 216, Qiong had already figured out what to do, and coincidentally, that rope could also be used...

So when Little Black Tower opened her eyes again, she found herself hanging in mid-air, bound by the same strange rope from before.

Her originally rather thin figure actually looked quite charming against the backdrop of the ropes, with her soft and bouncy body being restrained.

It's like being filled in a bowl, about to overflow. As for why it's 'about to', that's self-explanatory.

"Oh? You're awake."

"It's you! What are you doing? Put me down right now!"

Realizing the situation, Little Black Tower No. 216 frantically kicked its legs and swayed back and forth in front of Qiong. Seeing this, he didn't tolerate it and raised his hand to give her little bottom a hard slap.

Chapter 19, Number 83, Little Black Tower: Why does the flavor taste bland today?

Hmm, it's very bouncy and soft, and it makes a loud sound—not just a crisp sound, but also a gasp from Little Black Tower.

At first, No. 216 was quite tough and unwilling to give in easily, but after being hit several times by Sora, she finally reluctantly admitted defeat.

"what!"

"Now, I'll ask you questions, and you'll answer them. Do you understand?"

"Ming, I understand..."

Feeling the burning pain on his little bottom, number 216, Little Black Tower, nodded obediently.

"Great, then please introduce yourself and explain why you've come to see me."

"I... I'm number 216. Like I said before, because number 83 likes you a lot, and even number 108 is interested in you, I was curious and wanted to come and see..."

"Just to take a look?"

Qiong pointed clearly to the strange rope binding the little black tower, which made the latter realize this and feel somewhat embarrassed.

"Yes, that's right. I was afraid you wouldn't agree, so I resorted to this tactic. Now that I've finished reading, can...can you let me go?"

"At this very moment? You must be joking!"

She was the one who came to cause trouble on the 216th, and now she's being asked to leave with just a few words? It's not that easy.

Seeing Qiong smile and approach him step by step, the little black tower number 216 also panicked a little.

"Then, what do you want to do?"

"Yes! Don't you want to know why they're curious about me? I'll tell you right now~"

"Really? No! Why are you taking my clothes off? Stop it! This violates space station regulations, and you'll be finished!"

Sensing Sora's movements, Number 216 kicked its legs frantically, like a fawn caught in a trap and suspended in mid-air.

At this moment, she was powerless to resist. She kicked out a small shoe, which was caught by Qiong and she couldn't pull it back for a while.

"Heh, did the space station sound an alarm when I tied you up?"