Supreme Husband System! & Supreme Wife System!

Chapter 661: Different images of a young guy on posters.

Panic–stricken, Arabel created [Ice Prison – Level 4] at the last moment and plunged into darkness.

Her mind seemed to float away, but for a moment it became clear. She didn’t understand what was happening to her. Suddenly, she found herself in a snow-white room, lying on a soft white bed.

On the walls of the room were numerous posters of a young man vaguely familiar to her, with fiery red hair and fiery wings on his back.

Arabel seemed to know this young man, but she couldn’t remember who he was. Her mind seemed to be in a fog.

“Aaaaaaa, what should we do, sisters?” Suddenly, a girl’s desperate cry, very similar to her own, reached her ears.

“Of course, resist!” said another, also very similar to Arabel’s own voice.

“We have to protect big sister no matter what, I’m sure he won’t leave her…” said the third.

“Not only her, but also us,” another added.

Arabel’s consciousness began to fade, and she could no longer distinguish what the girls were talking about. Moreover, she did not see their faces.

In front of her eyes, there were only vague silhouettes of girls in different colors: white, pink, black, blue, and the fifth, silver, which seemed smaller than the others.

Then, when Arabel’s consciousness cleared up again, she saw how part of the snow—white room— its walls, ceiling and floor-began to turn black. A strange black sludge, like a viscous liquid, was spreading across the room, gradually filling it.

“It’s here, take older sister and leave,” said the girl’s slightly emotionless voice. “I’ll try to delay this as long as possible.”

“Uwaa! Big Sister White, I don’t want to leave you,” the little girl cried.

“White?” Arabel wondered as someone picked her up and carried her somewhere.

The last thing she heard was incessant crying and sobbing, as well as a lone white silhouette that stood in front of the black wave that was already beginning to engulf the snow-white room.

Arabel soon realized that she had lost something very valuable, but she couldn’t figure out what it was. Her eyes filled with tears that she couldn’t hold back, and her calmness and cold calculation were replaced by anxiety and doubt.

Soon she lost consciousness again, and when she regained consciousness, she found herself in a new, amazing room decorated in pink tones. This room was filled with unusual, whimsical outfits and toys.

“What the…” — Arabel’s thoughts stopped abruptly when she realized what kind of “toys” they were, and her face turned red with embarrassment.

She was even more confused when she saw the explicit posters on the walls of a young man she already knew, who had been in the previous room. However, unlike the previous one, on these posters he had pinkish-purple hair, looked a little cocky, with a naked torso and a half-open fly. But still, there was a slight censorship on one of the posters, which slightly disappointed Arabel.

For some reason, Arabel really liked these posters, and she even wanted to steal some of them to decorate her room.

While Arabel was immersed in these crazy thoughts, snatches of conversation from the girls she already knew reached her ears.

“No, no, don’t look at that, you’re still too young,” said the gentle voice of one of them.

“Why, let her see,” the other replied, with a slight insolence in her voice.

“Yes, Blue is right, don’t look, little sister, don’t be like big sister Pink,” the third supported them.

“Heh, heh, heh,” — the cheeky one laughed.

Once again, Arabel’s mind seemed to be clouded over, and soon she saw this room begin to fill with black sludge.

“No, no, no,” Arabel’s desperate thoughts swirled around as she watched the posters she loved so much and dreamed of stealing disappear, as if swallowed up by this black sludge.

“Uwaa! Senior Pink!” the little girl cried again.

“He he he he, go away, sisters, now it’s my turn. I will not give in to this white woman and I will last longer than she does,” said the cheeky girl.

Arabel felt herself being lifted up and carried away again, without being able to figure out where exactly. Once again, she noticed the lone silhouette of a Pink figure that had been left behind.

Soon it all happened again, as if some important part of Arabel had been lost, and her previous aspirations to steal posters and the strange thoughts that had possessed her earlier began to cloud over.

The third time Arabel woke up, she found herself in a dark and gloomy room. It was illuminated only by the shining wings on the back of the young man depicted on the posters that hung on the walls.

The room was somewhat reminiscent of the decoration of temples and churches where people worship deities. But in this room, Arabel immediately realized that her mistress worshipped a young man with shining wings.

Soon, black sludge filled the room, and Arabel was dragged away. Once again, she felt like she was losing a piece of herself.

The third room was followed by the fourth, and this time Arabel found herself in a bright and cozy room decorated in blue tones. There were a lot of cute soft fluffy toys in it.

As in the previous rooms, posters of the young man hung on the walls. In one of them, he was smiling with a gentle smile, dressed in an elegant suit and holding a bouquet of flowers in his hands. In another poster, he rode a white horse like a prince.

And this room was not left out of the black sludge.

“Uwaaa! Big sister, I can’t leave you,” the little girl cried.

“Silver, listen, only you can protect big sister,” said a gentle voice.

“We all believe in you and trust big sister, so protect her for us, okay?” she added, as the girl continued to cry.

“Uh—huh, I won’t let you all down,” she soon stopped crying, but she was still whimpering.

Arabel, who had already lost most of herself, began to feel empty inside.

She didn’t notice how another lonely silhouette was left behind until she realized that she had suffered even greater grief.

All she noticed afterwards was that she was sitting in a secluded little room, hugging a little girl. And they both cried, not knowing what lay ahead for both of them and what they should do next.

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