Once upon a time—
Back when Lunelle still had the luxury of wasting her evenings on those cliché harem anime shows.
Every time she watched one of those, she'd see the male lead—surrounded by stunning girls, all vying for his attention—putting on that same tired expression: as if bearing the weight of the world.
And back then, Lunelle, a shut-in who hadn't even held hands with a girl before, could only stew in a mix of envy and silent resentment.
While she scoffed and cursed those lucky fools under her breath, there was still that quiet, aching wish in her heart:
"If only I could suffer that kind of pain too…"
But Lunelle never imagined that wish would come true—just not in the way she expected.
By the time her dream materialized, she had already lost the most important symbol of boyhood.
A tragedy? Perhaps.
A delight for certain readers? Absolutely.
These days, Lunelle knew exactly what it felt like to be pulled in two directions by beautiful girls with fierce tempers and questionable patience.
To be torn back and forth between two future Valkyrie wives—
Let's be honest: there was nothing comforting about it.
Just pain. A lot of it.
"Ah—! It hurts!"
"I'm going to die! I really am!"
"If you keep this up—I'm seriously going to...!! QAQ"
Her body might look delicate now—soft to the touch, gentle in scent, the very picture of fragility.
But in truth, she was far sturdier than she appeared.
Despite feeling like she was being yanked apart by divine forces, Lunelle's limbs remained intact. Miraculously.
Still, there was no denying the imbalance.
One side was Kiana—Honkai's main heroine, blessed with a bloodline so stacked it was practically unfair. Even with her powers not fully awakened, the Kaslana legacy alone was enough to tip the scales.
The other side was just the little duck—bravely flapping her metaphorical wings, doing everything she could to keep Seele at her side.
But when Kiana got serious—
"Give her here."
"Aaah!!"
A sweet, helpless cry escaped Lunelle's lips as she was effortlessly pulled into Kiana's arms. Like a prize.
Kiana, of course, wasn't exactly dressed for modesty.
And Lunelle, who had now shrunk to a cute 149cm, ended up with her face pressed directly into... well, a rather generous amount of softness.
That moment of impact?
It was the kind of bliss only reserved for the chosen few in harem fantasy.
Hehehe (ˉ﹃ˉ)
Kiana, my fourth wife, you're truly amazing.
So big... so soft... so warm...
Breathing is hard—but this is still heaven, right?
...I hope Mei won't kill me for this.
Despite the joy coursing through her, Lunelle had no delusions.
She might fantasize about taking the initiative. But reality was cruel: she didn't even have the right tools anymore.
How was she supposed to devour a powerhouse like Kiana with her current specs?
On the contrary—if Kiana ever lost control, she might be the one in trouble.
Especially since Lunelle had this odd trait: the more flustered she felt inside, the more fragile and innocent she appeared on the outside.
So to the world, this scene looked nothing short of predatory.
An "innocent," trembling Lunelle in the clutches of the tall, cool, and very questionably dressed Kiana.
No one would believe that Lunelle was secretly thrilled.
No one would guess that this shy, blushing girl who looked like she might faint at the drop of a hat—
Was internally charging up like a love-powered generator.
And poor Kiana, oblivious to it all, only felt more guilty by the second.
"I shouldn't stare. But she's too cute… what if Seele finds out? Will she be mad…?"
And just like that—
The classic "sold and still helping the seller count money" situation unfolded in real time.
"Bronya," Kiana beamed, clutching Lunelle like a rare treasure, "beauty belongs to the strong! Seele sleeps with me tonight. Hehe~"
It was a rare win against Bronya, and Kiana was definitely going to enjoy it.
Watching her beloved Seele—no, her Seele—be stolen right before her eyes, Bronya teetered on the edge of a breakdown.
She clenched her fists, barely stopping herself from committing a crime on the spot.
But with Lunelle caught in Kiana's grasp, Bronya couldn't act rashly.
...My Seele. (;¬_¬)
Bronya is useless…
Bronya can't do anything…
And with that, the little duck collapsed in defeat, feathers metaphorically scattered, her entire world turned monochrome.
If only they were on a beach.
Then Kiana could've slid forward and smirked with that stupid grin:
"I just wanted to see that jealous face of yours, Bronya~"
Now that would've been a scene.