Chapter 771: Pressure Transform Suppression

Perspective shift.

Heimu's silhouette fell out of the violet‑white crack, her boot soles landing on the floor of the Starry Sky Train Observation Car, emitting a muffled light thud.

The spatial crack behind her sealed the instant she steadied herself, the purple‑black strands of light flickered twice in the air before vanishing completely, like a candle snuffed out by a gentle hand.

The carriage was exceedingly quiet.

The dome's Starry Sky Projection rotated slowly overhead, scattering vast swaths of deep blue and silvery white onto the soft gray carpet.

Warm yellow wall lamps glowed at the four corners of the carriage, their light soft yet restraining, coating the whole space with a thin amber halo.

System stood beside the sofa, a semi‑transparent blue Light Screen hovering in her hand, her fingers skimming across it at a rapid pace, strings of data streaming past her fingertips.

The moment she sensed the spatial fluctuation, she lifted her head, her violet‑red inverted‑cross pupils precisely locking onto Heimu's point of appearance.

The modified Black Tower Doll's husk stood perfectly upright, its purple hair shimmering with fine glints under the wall lamp, its perpetually expressionless face showing no extraneous emotional fluctuation.

"Madam. I am retrieving the residual data after clearing entries of Weng Fa Luo Si's Golden Descendants, currently at forty‑three percent progress."

System's voice was steady and clear, "Estimated eleven more minutes to complete the full audit."

Heimu gave no response.

System's gaze lingered on Heimu for a fraction of a second.

The brim sat low, covering most of the face, revealing only the jawline and a strip of pallid neck.

The matte black neck strap's central three‑dimensional white skull accessory reflected faintly under the carriage's cold white lighting.

Gray‑white long hair fell from the shoulders, the tips of the strands trembling slightly.

Her steps were slow, each as if treading invisible steps, the soles of her boots making almost no sound on the carpet.

The aura she emitted caused a fine ripple of interference around the edge of the Light Screen before System, like a dark flame being forcibly compressed—calm on the surface, with turbulent energy waves inside that could erupt at any moment.

System withdrew her gaze, her fingers gliding over the Light Screen a few more times.

The backend of the retrieval process popped up a new window—Pleasure Entry Residual Influence Tracking, Target: Host.

The first decoding completed.

Entry name: Pressure Transform Suppression (feel good╮(╯▽╰)╭)

The current suppression index is rising exponentially, the curve's slope having surpassed the preset Alert Line threshold.

Additional note: This entry has been lurking within the host's body for a long time; the trigger condition is the overload backlash of the self‑defense mechanism after consecutively handling multiple high‑intensity pleasure anomaly events.

In short, Heimu processed too many Golden Descendant entries today; each time she processed one, her Cognition defense system automatically added a layer of suppression, stacking layer upon layer until, in the end, it produced an exponentially explosive burst.

System slightly raised an eyebrow.

Even that perpetually expressionless face registered a rare fluctuation.

She moved the retrieval window to the backend to continue running, then shut the Light Screen before her.

The instant the Light Screen vanished, Heimu was already standing before her.

The distance was so short that the top of System's head was just level with Heimu's jaw, the violet‑red inverted‑cross pupils reflecting Heimu's face, most of which was hidden by the brim's shadow.

Her dark‑purple eyes were half‑closed, an extremely restrained yet potentially breaking undercurrent roiling beneath them; her lips were tightly pressed, breathing slowly in and out, each exhalation a bit warmer than the last.

The brim cast a small shadow over System's face.

System remained perfectly still.

Reason String told her she should speak something to soothe the other's emotions, but data analysis warned that any words would be ineffective against this pressure index.

The delete command had been executed, yet the suppression index's decline curve lagged far behind its rising speed.

Heimu's permissions outrank hers; she cannot unilaterally force interference with the host's Cognition module.

She can only wait.

Heimu's arm lifted.

Both hands reached out; one clasped System's back, the other pressed System's occiput, then suddenly drew her into her own embrace.

System's entire upper body was pressed into Heimu's chest.

Due to the height difference, her face nestled precisely into the area of Heimu's chest.

The modified Black Tower Doll's nose tip was pressed into the soft black fabric, its lips, through the cloth, pressed against the warm skin beneath.

Heimu's chin rested against the top of System's head, gray‑white hair cascading from both sides, completely enveloping System's face in a body‑temperature shadow.

At System's ears was Heimu's breath, suppressed to the extreme; each exhalation, scorching and humid, swept over her crown, each inhalation deep and slow, as if desperately pushing something back.

The brim's shadow enveloped both of them.

That body, pressed against hers, trembled slightly, its temperature rising at a rate System could measure precisely—normal, elevated, Alert Line, exceeding the limit.

System silently calculated in her mind.

Heimu's grip on her grew stronger, shifting from encircling to tightening, from tightening to crushing.

Her mechanical joints emitted faint creaking sounds, an alarm that only sounded when pressure exceeded the design threshold.

The synthetic spine in her back began to undergo minute deformation under continuous pressure, the sensor data bouncing upward in jittery spikes.

She offered no resistance; even as Heimu tightened her arm, she voluntarily lowered her body temperature by a few degrees, cooling her skin surface from normal to slightly cold, as if placing a cold towel on a feverish patient.

Then she extended her hand, gently encircling Heimu's back.

The movement was light and slow; the pressure of her palm on Heimu's back was just enough for the other to sense her presence.

"Madam."

System's voice emanated from Heimu's chest, muffled by the fabric and a bit hoarse, yet still steady and clear, "Your body temperature is currently elevated by 1.8 degrees. I recommend you maintain the current posture. I will keep your surface temperature in a slightly cool state. You may use it freely."

Heimu gave no answer.

She tightened her grip on System's arm a bit more, burying her face into the purple hair atop System's head.

A faint click sounded from within System's chassis, a non‑critical component deforming under continuous pressure.

Her eyes remained calmly open, the violet‑red pupils reflected on the black pattern of Heimu's fabric, unblinking.

Sensors logged Heimu's heart rate, breath depth, muscle tension; all data were archived in the backend line by line.

At the same time she noticed that the slope of the repression index curve began to show a slight decline after a brief peak; the physical contact produced a certain alleviating effect, which, though so weak as to be almost negligible, was indeed present.

The two people maintained this posture.