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The hour struck midnight.
Wrapped in a blanket, Stussy couldn't tell if the Fire Festival was still ongoing. Not that it mattered—she lacked the energy to care at this mont.
Her body ached with a strange blend of pain and softness, a deep fatigue that made even lifting a finger seem impossible. This was her current state.
As the Queen of the Pleasure District, Stussy had seen and heard many things over the years. Yet, experiencing this firsthand had surpassed even her wildest expectations. Both the process and the result were beyond anything she could have imagined.
Was it Alex's extraordinary talent as a man or his kingly strength and resilience? Perhaps both.
Though her constitution was far from fragile, she had felt like a leaf adrift in the vast sea, overwheld by the relentless waves.
Stussy glanced at Alex, both surprised and relieved at how unaffected he seed. Yet, beneath her admiration lay an indescribable mix of emotions, stirred by her own vulnerability and the intimacy they had shared.
Undeniably, the night had been perfect—so perfect that, for a brief mont, Stussy forgot her mission, her identity, and everything else that brought her here. However, as the euphoria faded, her purpose began to resurface alongside the dull ache in her body.
Summoning what little strength remained, Stussy shifted closer to Alex, despite the protest of her sore limbs.
"Now," she murmured with a sly smile, her tone teasing yet serious, "this little girl is already yours, Lord Alex. So, about the conditions we discussed earlier—are they established now?"
"To bring this up at such a mont," Alex mused, his voice laced with a mix of amusent and admiration, "is indeed part of the charm of the Queen of the Pleasure District." He held her close, his touch gentle yet firm, the warmth of his embrace soothing against her tired body. "Since you've beco one of mine, it's rely a matter of words."
Hearing this, Stussy's lips curved into a smile, genuine joy flickering in her eyes. While outwardly she had sought the transfer and protection of Pleasure District, what truly mattered was Alex's declaration that she was now his. It signified her growing integration into the general forces he commanded—a crucial step in her plans.
Relieved by this outco, her body relaxed once more, succumbing to the exhaustion. But just as her eyelids grew heavy, a sharp knock at the door broke the mont's quiet.
Stussy instinctively glanced toward the sound. At Alex's word, the door opened to reveal a young girl with light brown wavy hair and slanted bangs framing her forehead.
'Pudding?'
Stussy recognized the girl imdiately. She was one of Charlotte Linlin's youngest children. Stussy recalled eting her years ago at a tea party celebrating her birth.
Of course, the girl's lineage wasn't the only reason Stussy rembered her so distinctly. Pudding, though only around six years old now, had recently beco a retainer of the general—a move that had piqued Stussy's curiosity.
Her investigations had revealed little beyond Pudding's Three-Eyed Tribe heritage. She couldn't help but wonder if the girl had awakened her tribe's unique abilities, which might explain her growing importance to Alex.
For now, however, Stussy's curiosity took a back seat to the imdiate question: why was Pudding here? Judging by Alex's composed expression, her presence was neither unexpected nor unwelco.
"Then, let's begin..."
Under Stussy's puzzled gaze, Pudding kicked off her shoes and crawled toward the bed. Stretching her hands forward, she reached toward Stussy's shoulders.
For a brief mont, Stussy felt a flicker of unease. But with Alex seated calmly beside her and his earlier assurances still echoing in her mind, she forced herself to stay composed, maintaining a soft smile as she watched Pudding's small hands inch closer.
'A massage?'
The thought barely surfaced before a sharp pain exploded in her head. Stussy's vision swam, and before she could even react, she slipped into unconsciousness.
Pudding paused, her hands hovering above Stussy's head. Blinking, she glanced up at Alex, who remained calm and unperturbed.
"It's safer if I handle it," Alex said with a faint smile. Releasing his own ntal influence over Stussy, he gave his next order: "Begin the mory transformation."
"I understand," Pudding replied obediently. Without hesitation, she pressed her hand to Stussy's head. From within, she pulled out strands of mories, their glowing film-like forms coiling between her fingers.
The power of the mo-mo Fruit wasn't limited to reading and extracting mories. It could also replace and manipulate them entirely.
Stussy's life was long, filled with intricate details, and Alex knew that trying to enact sweeping changes overnight would be unrealistic. Even if such changes were possible, they wouldn't hold up under scrutiny—Stussy's keen mind would likely spot the inconsistencies, especially given her position as a CP0 agent and the Queen of the Pleasure District.
Alex's rise to power had occurred well after Stussy had already secured her status, and a sudden, drastic alteration could easily raise suspicions. Any unreasonable gaps in her mory might lead her to suspect she had been tampered with—or worse, that she was being used as a spy.
The mo-mo Fruit was undoubtedly powerful, capable of brainwashing soone entirely. But brute-force changes weren't always the best approach, especially when subtlety could achieve more lasting results. To ensure Stussy could still function as an effective double agent, it was vital to preserve key aspects of her CP0 mories.
Instead, Alex opted for a delicate touch. With his guidance, Pudding wove a reel of genuine mories depicting Stussy's absolute devotion to the Celestial Dragons, interspersed with carefully crafted monts of doubt. These small, fabricated vignettes served to plant the seeds of a shift in loyalty.
Simultaneously, Pudding created blank mory segnts filled with subtle impressions of Alex. These fragnts were crafted to portray him as a figure of unique charisma and strength, aligning with the emotions she had experienced during the night's events. Together, the real and altered mories would create a foundation for Stussy's gradual transformation.
Alex was confident that with a few more sessions like this, Stussy would transition from being a loyal servant of the World Governnt to a devoted ally in his cause.
As Pudding continued her delicate work, editing and weaving the mories like a skilled filmmaker, Alex reached out and gently ruffled her light brown hair in approval.
"Good job."
This was precisely why Alex had no intention of taking Pudding's mo-mo Fruit, even though she was only six years old. Despite her age, Pudding was unwaveringly loyal to him, following his every command without question. Beneath her innocent deanor, she even harbored a sly, black-bellied personality that made her all the more effective in her role.
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