Honkai Impact 3rd, Paradise Typewriter isn't for making this kind of game.

What's with that expression that looks like he'd eat himself if he couldn't finish the cake?! There was definitely something wrong with these cakes, but Xia Yuan didn't dare stop what he was doing.

possible......

If we don't continue feeding Rita the cakes, judging from her current expression, she might just eat me up.

With trembling hands, Xia Yuan held the next piece of cake to Rita's lips, hoping to delay as long as possible. Maybe someone would smell the rich chocolate aroma emanating from the bakery and come to her rescue.

However, Xia Yuan, who was overly nervous, seemed to have overlooked one fact.

If there's something wrong with the cake... if we keep feeding him, will he now be seen as even more important than Theresa in Rita's eyes?

"Um... Mr. Xia Yuan, I'm sorry, although Rita also wants to fulfill your orders, I really can't eat anymore. But if you want Rita to continue eating, could you grant me a request?"

Xia Yuan had no choice; if Rita didn't eat the small cakes... she might have to eat him instead.

"A request? What request?"

"I've heard from Bronya that Mr. Xia Yuan makes delicious sandwiches. Could you personally give Rita some pointers later?"

Rita's dangerous yet alluring aura intensified.

Influenced by the cake, her affection for Mr. Xia Yuan seemed to far surpass that for Bishop Theresa.

"Of course!"

Not just making sandwiches, he'd teach Rita anything he knew, as long as he didn't completely devour her...

Upon hearing this, Rita's smile widened even more. She slightly opened her lips and put the small cake in her mouth, but Xia Yuan did not perceive the hidden danger and meaning in her smile.

After a moment—

"Hmm... This is the first time Rita has ever eaten so much food."

As a maid, she naturally had to keep an eye on her weight changes. She gently patted her slightly protruding belly under her apron. It seemed that she would have to clean the entire ship before she could fully digest the calories from all the cakes.

The constant panting sounds echoing in the baking room made Xia Yuan feel somewhat irritated.

Looking at the last piece of chocolate lava cake in her hand, what should she do after Rita finishes it?

He held the spoonful of cake to Rita's lips, but this time something unexpected happened. Due to his excessive nervousness, the cake in the spoon accidentally fell under Rita's apron, where the liquid chocolate sauce mingled with her fair skin.

"I'm so sorry, Rita. I'll go out and find you a new outfit to change into."

Although the chocolate on the cake had accidentally smudged the other person, now was undoubtedly the best time for him to leave.

“Mr. Xia Yuan, thank you for your concern, but you don’t need to worry about Rita.”

Just as Xia Yuan was about to get up, Rita pulled him back onto the sofa from behind. This time, it seemed that she was pulling him into her arms, rubbing his head as if she were treating him like Bishop Theresa.

Rita's natural fragrance mingled with the rich scent of chocolate, filling his nostrils.

Looking back—

Rita reached out and put the chocolate cake that had fallen under her clothes into her mouth, along with the rich chocolate sauce that had dripped onto her clothes. Not a drop was left. She gently lowered her crystal-clear fingers from her lips and, seeing the other person's stunned reaction, the excitement in Rita's eyes seemed to intensify.

She smiled slightly and said:

“Mr. Xia Yuan, Rita has completed the orders you gave her. Now, could you teach Rita how to make delicious sandwiches?”

"Okay... okay."

Xia Yuan felt that if he dared to say no, the smiling maid beside him would bury him hard under the collar of her dress, which contained the access card and smelled strongly of chocolate, and make him experience the cruelty of being a master.

"However, please wait a moment, Mr. Xia Yuan. Rita will go and change into a special set of clothes first."

With a composed expression, Rita bowed and walked towards the room where raw materials were stored. However, just before entering, her eyes fell on Xia Yuan, who was trying to stand up from the sofa, and she revealed a pleasant and excited smile.

"Mr. Xia Yuan, you'll be waiting for Rita in the room, won't you?"

"Of course."

As Rita left, Xia Yuan slumped onto the orange leather sofa, panting heavily... Cold sweat soaked his back. No, Rita was becoming increasingly dangerous after eating that chocolate lava cake; he had to find a way to save himself.

However, the access card was always firmly in the possession of the other party.

Without Bishop Theresa's access card, it was impossible to leave through the main entrance. Recalling his experience with Mei in the sewers, Xia Yuan's eyes lit up. Perhaps... there were ventilation ducts in the baking room that he could use to climb out.

Xia Yuan looked around, silently repeating the words "ventilation duct" in his mind. He finally found it above the kitchen utensils, but before he could climb up the table, the sound he least wanted to hear quietly echoed in his ears.

click-

Rita had already changed her clothes in the storage room and came out.

"Mr. Xia Yuan... Are you standing in front of the kitchen utensils preparing tools for making sandwiches? Or are you planning to climb into the ventilation duct above and escape?"

Chapter 535 The Herrscher of Domination, Full of Anger

"?!"

Rita's soft, seductive voice came from behind him, but to Xia Yuan at that moment it sounded so dangerous.

"Of course, we're preparing the ingredients for making sandwiches."

Xia Yuan stiffly turned around, managing a passable smile, but when he saw that Rita was only wearing an apron, he froze on the spot and stammered, "Rita... Rita, why are you only wearing an apron!"

The maid seemed quite pleased with the other person's current expression.

"I regret that there are only spare aprons in the storage room, not maid dresses for Rita to change into. However, I think this will not affect Mr. Xia Yuan's guidance to Rita."

Rita seemed to gracefully lift her skirt and bow as usual.

But in Xia Yuan's eyes... if the maid, who was only wearing an apron, lifted her skirt, she would be completely exposed. He quickly turned his head to the side to stop her from doing so.

"Wait, Rita, stop! Don't keep lifting your skirt! This is an order!"

The maid stopped lifting her apron, and under the influence of the cake, her gaze towards the other person became even more profound. Mr. Xia Yuan's reaction was really cute... even more delightful than the time with Lady Theresa and when Dr. Tesla was tied up.

"Rita obeys your command, Master."

"Ahem... Let's not delay. I'll teach you how to make sandwiches, Rita. I just saw that the kitchen utensils and ingredients here are quite complete. But Rita, you have to promise me one thing: you have to let me out after I make the sandwiches. Little Ellie is lying in bed hungry and waiting for the sandwiches."

"Of course, after all, Rita couldn't bear to see a fairy as cute as Lady Theresa go hungry, that would be Rita's dereliction of duty as a maid."

The elegant maid gestured for them to proceed.

However, a figure outside the bakery was secretly peering inside through a tiny crack in the door.

The pair of red pigtails sticking up were expressing the changes and fluctuations of their owner's emotions. The Herrscher of Domination really wanted to pry open the door that was blocking her way and push away the maid with the squinty eyes who was always squinting from her older brother so that she could come in!

Jealousy caused the Herrscher to lose herself, but unfortunately, she absolutely cannot reveal her true identity inside the spaceship now.

[Damn it...it's all because this body I'm controlling still needs to eat!]

She had come looking for something to eat, but seeing the older brother in the bakery letting her knead him and flirt with him made her feel so angry she was full. But why did she instinctively tremble when she saw the squinty-eyed maid in the room? Was it just her body's instinctive reaction?

[Hmph, let you be smug by your big brother's side for a while. Once I steal the power of the end from Kiana, you'll be the first one I deal with.]

Rita was added to the list of those who were furious with the Herrscher of Domination, and ranked first.

However, the current Herrscher of Domination can only see into the room through the crack in the door. Because she doesn't have the authority to use the spaceship, she can only stand pitifully in front of the door and peer inside. She can't even save her older brother.

Wait, don't I possess the power of corruption?

[That wretched Seele! Most of her consciousness was harvested by her, and now even her little brain isn't working properly. But she definitely won't make the same mistake she did at the dojo this time. Raiden Mei was just an accident.]

Just as the Herrscher was preparing to secretly hack into the spaceship's control and break through the gate, an unexpected figure walked over.

[A... Yulandel?!]

Let's go back to not long ago—

Durandal is training in the ship's simulation training room.

However, despite being the strongest Valkyrie of Destiny, she was somewhat distracted during training. Durandal, who could usually endure for hours in extremely difficult beast traps and remain completely unharmed, was defeated in just five minutes.

She used the cool towel draped over her shoulder to wipe the sweat from her cheeks, relieving the heat in her heart.

"Phew... Dad is really something. I should have known better than to call him from the observatory. It's a rare opportunity for me to visit my sister Kiana on the moon. I was just about to ask him if he was working hard, but instead, the person on vacation asked me if I had a boyfriend."

Durandal sighed deeply.

She had never considered these things before, but her adoptive father kept urging her on... Durandal even began to doubt whether she was really as old as her adoptive father said, and whether she was no longer young.

I recall Mr. Xia Yuan lying in his sleeping bag and Bishop Theresa, who was clamoring to smash the other person with Judas.

Although the misunderstanding has been cleared up, Durandal still felt a strange sense of exhaustion. Being a daughter is not easy, and taking care of the bishop to prevent him from acting impulsively is not easy either. Compared to when she only needed to obey orders and carry out missions, now that the Honkai has ended, there are many more things that require her attention.

A father who does nothing all day, a bishop who is obsessed with researching bitter melon juice, and a sister who spends all day playing video games at the lunar base—it seems that none of the family members are serious except for her.

Sometimes I really suspect that she was adopted, while Kiana is the biological daughter of that cheapskate father; their personalities are completely different.

Compared to her adoptive father, her personality is more like Cecilia's... However, although she is a little tired, compared to the crisis of the past collapse, this tiredness is more like the troubles and faint happiness that ordinary people have.

My cheapskate father wants me to hide the fact that he's on vacation at the beach from Theresa. How am I supposed to explain this to the bishop?

Notice the group photo on the round table to one side~

Even Durandal, who wasn't good at expressing her true feelings, unconsciously revealed a smile.

"I don't want to think about it anymore. I'd better go see what my adjutant is doing."

She remembered Rita mentioning that she prepared everyone's favorite pastries in the bakery. Now, with her mind in turmoil, she couldn't concentrate on her workout. Perhaps she should go see her; maybe she could help in some way.

The steady footsteps echoed in the ship's passageway.

Looking at the closed sensor door in front of the baking room and the figure standing there, Durandal seemed puzzled. The other person seemed to be peering inside. She couldn't help but call out, "Dr. Tesla, what are you doing at the door?"

The Herrscher of Domination was startled by the sudden echoing voice behind her, seemingly inheriting Dr. Tesla's characteristic timidity.

Chapter 536 What is my adjutant doing?!

[I was so focused on stealing permissions that I didn't even hear the other person's voice.]

[Damn it... Why is Durandal here? What should I do? Did she already notice something was wrong with me?]

[Since there's no one in the hallway, why not just take control of the situation?]

However, the Herrscher of Domination quickly rejected the plan. With her current mediocre abilities, she could manage to control ordinary people with weak willpower, but controlling Durandal seemed unrealistic. It would be better to find an excuse to leave before the other party completely doubted her.

"Doctor, you seem a little nervous. What happened? Do you need help?" Durandal, always serious and responsible, asked when she saw the other person standing there lost in thought.

No, no, I just happened to be passing by. I remembered that Chicken Hairpin had something to tell me, so I'll be going now.

Dr. Tesla, head down, hurried past Durandal.

Watching the other person's departing figure, her years of Valkyrie experience and intuition told her that Dr. Tesla's behavior just now was a bit abnormal. Could it be that there was something in the baking room that caused him to leave in a hurry?

With her doubts in mind, she went to the spot where Dr. Tesla had just been standing.

"Strange, is the sensor door malfunctioning?" She remembered that the hatches on the ship were all automatically opened. Could someone else have switched to manual operation? Or had someone locked it from the inside? She reached out and touched the fingerprint device in front of the door.

[Fingerprint authentication in progress.......]

Authentication failed, insufficient permissions...

"Authentication failed?" With her privileges on the spaceship, no one except the bishop should have higher privileges than her. Could it be that the bishop is secretly researching her bitter melon juice in the baking room again?

No, she had to stop Theresa.

If the bitter melon juice gas were to accidentally leak out of the baking room, the entire spaceship would probably become uninhabitable. Just as Durandal was about to knock on the door to warn the other party, Rita's voice seemed to come from inside.

"Huh? The one inside isn't the bishop?"

Yulandel pressed herself against the door and peered through the crack into the baking room, where she could vaguely see the figures of Rita and Mr. Xia Yuan.

"Wait, why is Rita only wearing an apron? What are her adjutant and Mr. Xia Yuan doing in the baking room?!" Through the crack in the door, one could vaguely see Rita wearing a thin apron, flipping a frying pan in her hands, just like a gentle wife preparing a meal for her husband.

However, the way her adjutant was dressed was too shameful for Durandal to accept, and she found it hard to accept at first.

The last time I felt this embarrassed was when I dressed up as a forest elf.

"Mr. Xia Yuan, did Rita follow the steps correctly just now? What's next? Could you please guide Rita step by step from behind?"

"Isn't this a bit inappropriate? Okay... okay."

Xia Yuan originally intended to politely decline, but suddenly a hint of confusion appeared in his expression. Seeing his appearance, Rita understood that her potion had begun to take effect. He obediently came behind Rita as if he had been hypnotized by her.

Yulandel's pupils trembled slightly as she stood before the door.

She remembered that this was a tactic Rita used when carrying out a secret mission alone. To get the target to reveal information, it was necessary to induce and hypnotize them to a certain extent.

She just didn't understand why her adjutant was doing this to Mr. Xia Yuan. Was he trying to get some information from him?

Should I barge in and stop Rita's actions? But I don't know the reason yet. Given Rita's personality, she shouldn't do anything to harm Mr. Xia Yuan. I should listen to their conversation first before making a decision.

After a moment—

What reached Durandal's ears through the crack in the door was Rita's continuous panting, her voice seemingly mixed with some kind of excitement and pleasure.