Volkner Interstellar Museum…
Shadow pinched the bridge of his nose.
『I can't believe I'm actually telling my girlfriends that I have to work overnight with five hot women… together… alone… together… ahhh, I'm screwed…』
He could already feel it coming.
The moment Emma picked up after he sent the riskiest text in their relationship, the explosion was inevitable.
And sure enough—
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME──?!"
Shadow visibly flinched, wincing as he yanked the phone away from his ear. Even with some distance, Emma's voice still cut through the receiver like an air raid siren.
His fingers curled tightly around the device as he exhaled sharply, pressing his other hand over his shadowy mask as if it could physically shield him from her fury.
A beat passed.
Then—
A shadow loomed over him.
He lifted his head.
Witch and Vixen stood nearby.
They watched him with neutral expressions.
Witch had her arms folded, her head tilting ever so slightly.
"…Is everything fine?"
