Part 3The Beagle and the System

Before he left, I heard a slight electric current sound.

I am very sensitive to all sounds.

And I definitely didn't hear it wrong.

The electric current sound came from Noah's body. Although it was a mechanical sound.

But I still heard the words "vicious female supporting character".

Interesting.

Another fifteen minutes later, Noah handed over a glass of milk again.

I knocked on the dressing table and said, "I don't want to drink it anymore, get out."

Noah didn't speak, his face sunken, turned and left.

Opened the door with one hand. Listening to the footsteps, he should be a little angry.

Just then, I heard the electric current sound again: [Host, bear with this Beagle a little longer!]

If Noah is the so-called host, I should be the vicious female supporting character in the System's mouth.

Vicious female supporting character plus Beagle persona.

I laughed out loud. Being called a Beagle, could anyone expect me to be normal?

The next day, Noah was reading in the study.

I smiled and said, "Time to work."

Yesterday I measured with my hands. His figure simply fits human aesthetics too well. It is the best art piece.

He lowered his head, his eyes covered by fine bangs.

I couldn't see his expression clearly and tsked.

Sprayed a handful of hairspray in my hand, walked over and lifted his bangs up, grabbed a few times casually, and set the shape.

Finally, he looked at me sternly.

"Don't move." I ordered.

I measured his facial proportions with my fingers, moving slowly on his skull.

His breath hitched, and he didn't move again.

I reached out my other hand and held his neck.

His Adam's apple slid up and down in my palm, seeming to herald the vitality of life.

I slowly rubbed his skull and neck.

A weird feeling surged up. It seemed that with a gentle twist, he could forever remain in the youngest and most vivid state.

I gently outlined on his thin lips, and his breathing stopped instantly.

The tips of Noah's ears turned red, and the electric current sound in his body seemed to be clamoring.

[Female supporting character, don't bully our host!]

I patted his face and let go of him.

Took him to the basement studio.

Opened all the curtains to let the sunlight in.

I opened the drawing board and paint box, mixing colors while saying to Noah, "Sit on the stool, take off all clothes."

I saw him half-close his eyes and take a deep breath.

Took off his shirt and trousers.

I pointed at his only remaining, fully stretched underwear with a paintbrush.

Very impatiently: "What about this? Do you want me to help you take it off?"