In Honkai Star Rail With A Dating System

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"Don't misunderstand, March. Clara did this voluntarily; I didn't force her," Bochang explained.

March 7th retorted, "You really don't change, do you? Is it truly comfortable to have a child stepping on your back? Hmm... I doubt it compares to Teacher Dan Heng's foot massage."

"..."

Bochang fell silent for a moment, recalling his experiences with both methods.

Dan Heng's foot massage was intensely satisfying in its brutality, but the pleasure came only at the end, while the process itself was somewhat torturous.

In contrast, Clara's foot massage felt like a refreshing spring gently flowing through one's body, with the enjoyment being throughout the entire experience. The two sensations were completely different.

"Dan Heng's foot massage is indeed impressive, but unfortunately...it nearly takes half my life each time..."

Today, Bochang had come close to losing his breath multiple times under Dan Heng's steps.

For an ordinary person, those stomps would have been lethal.

March 7th turned her head away and said, "Well, who made you not choose me? If it were me, I definitely wouldn't have stomped with such force."

As she spoke, realizing something seemed off, March 7th's delicate face blushed slightly, and she quickly changed the subject.

"Never mind, never mind... It doesn't matter now. Bochang, since we're just idling here, why don't we play a game?"

"What kind of game?" Bochang hesitated, momentarily recalling yesterday's events. "It's not going to be another pillow fight, is it?"

The black-haired youth unconsciously thought back to their recent encounter.

March 7th pouted, saying, "I wish we could have a pillow fight, but neither of you wanted to join in; it's no fun alone."

"That's a game for kids. It's perfectly normal that we didn't want to participate," Bochang shrugged helplessly.

March 7th glanced at him, sounding disgruntled, "Can we take that as a roundabout way of calling me childish?"

"March, don't think like that. I'm actually complimenting your youthful spirit."

"All right, let's not dwell on it then." March 7th sat down at the edge of the bed, leaving about thirty centimeters between herself and Bochang. "How about we play cards instead?" 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"Cards? Why don't we... invite Stelle too? That would make us three players exactly."

As if on cue, just as Bochang finished speaking, Stelle pushed open the door and said, "I thought I heard someone mentioning my name."

«What do you mean 'thought'? Are you eavesdropping outside the door?!» Bochang mentally grumbled but quickly composed his expression. "Stelle, perfect timing. March 7th wants to play cards; join us."

In this universe, playing cards is also a popular pastime.

The rules are similar to those from Bochang's world before he transmigrated.

"Sure." Stelle nodded and took a seat next to Bochang on the other side.

The black-haired youth, now caught in the middle, got up and moved to sit properly on the bed, forming a triangle with the two girls at its corners.

Upon seeing Stelle enter,

the pink-haired girl appeared slightly surprised, though she didn't show it outwardly.

March 7th then produced a deck of cards, her eyes gleaming as she suggested, "With three people... let's play Landlord. Do you both know the rules?"

"No problem, I've played it on my phone before." Bochang nodded.

"I have too," Stelle added.

"Hmm... playing without consequences is no fun. Whoever loses has to take a shot of alcohol, how about that?" March 7th narrowed her eyes mischievously, resembling a little fox.

"Alcohol? Did you bring some with you?" Bochang asked.

"Of course... Pascal, come in."

March 7th clapped her hands, instantly activating Pascal who had been waiting outside the door. He opened the door and sidestepped inside, announcing, "Astral Express Self-Defense Robot Unit One - Pascal, at your service. Miss March... what assistance... do you require?"

"Bring out the alcohol."

March 7th snapped her fingers confidently, indicating her familiarity and ease with using this robot.

"Command... received!" Accompanied by a mechanical hum, Pascal promptly opened its chest armor and retrieved three bottles of liquor from within, placing them on the bed. "Mission... accomplished... Waiting for... next command."

After Bochang's maintenance and upgrade, Pascal's functionalities had significantly increased.

It even came equipped with a small refrigerator.

Originally, Bochang intended to store some food and drinks inside later.

To his surprise, it was already filled with vodka by March 7th.

The corner of Bochang's mouth twitched slightly as he asked, "I must say... where did you get this vodka from?"

"The recent supplies delivered by the Silvermane Guards included vodka. Since Svarog doesn't need it, I took some." March 7th casually waved her hand. "Never mind that now, let's get started."

"How about switching to beer instead? With vodka... we might end up getting too drunk."

Bochang wasn't fond of alcohol.

Even when he did drink, it was usually just red wine or beer; he largely avoided vodka.

"Don't be ridiculous! This lady can hold her own against thousands of cups without getting tipsy. There's no way I'll get drunk. Vodka and such, I treat them like water," March 7th boasted confidently.

March 7th confidently declared, "Really? I didn't know you were such a heavy drinker. At yesterday's victory banquet, just one shot of liquor had you complaining about the burn..."

"The throat burn is inevitable... it's strong liquor after all, but... with my constitution, getting drunk isn't that easy. Besides, only hard liquor can serve as a proper penalty. Beer... might as well be a soft drink."

March 7th remained steadfast.

Seeing her determination, Bochang decided not to argue further.

He realized they weren't ordinary individuals; it would indeed be difficult for them to get intoxicated so easily.

Especially Bochang, whose physique was now twenty-four times stronger than an average person's.

If he could previously handle half a pound of liquor, by simple multiplication, he should now be able to consume twelve pounds.

Of course...

Such calculations cannot strictly rely on multiplication alone.

Bochang glanced at Stelle and asked, "Can you handle this?"

"No problem." The gray-haired girl gave a thumbs-up.

The next moments were filled with lively game time.

While Dan Heng slept soundly, the adjacent room continued its festive atmosphere.

"Stelle, Bochang is the landlord, why did you bomb me? Seriously, I'm impressed..."

"Bochang, March, you two lost. Come on... one cup each."

"March, down these two cups of 'plain water'."

A moment of silence followed.

The three quickly finished three bottles of vodka, prompting Pascal to bring out three more.

Amidst the lively drinking session...

March 7th was the first to collapse.

"This March is such a lightweight, can't even handle a few bottles of vodka," Bochang chuckled, pointing at the pink-haired girl slumped over and sound asleep.

Stelle's face flushed red, her hands gently tugging at her collar as she murmured, "Feels like... it's getting a bit hot..."

Tonight, the gray-haired girl looked different from before.

Instead of wearing her usual white blouse, she had on a set of white pajamas identical in style to March 7th's—long-sleeved top and long pants, both appearing quite loose.

These were the pajamas prepared by Svarog for everyone.

Bochang also wore pajamas now, but his were black with slightly different styling. Men's pajamas tended not to be as spacious as women's.

After all...

Men did not require the same freedom around their chest area.