"You, the right side, harder, didn't you eat?"
"The one behind, don't just stand there, pound my back. Understand rhythm?"
Even more absurdly, he even directed one of the ninjas to fetch a bag of chips from the snack cabinet, open it, and then accurately feed them to him one by one.
The ghost shadow soldiers carried out the orders meticulously.
Their shoulder-massaging and back-pounding techniques were surprisingly professional, and the feeding actions were precise and error-free.
For a moment, the office was filled only with the "crunch" of chips and Victor's comfortable hums.
Enid watched this bizarre and comical scene, her eyes wide, then burst out laughing.
Pointing at the ninja carefully feeding Victor chips, her tone full of amazement and inexplicable admiration:
"Wow! Victor, they're amazing! Look, they can feed snacks without dropping crumbs! Much better than some clumsy guys!"
As she spoke, she glanced meaningfully at Victor, her eyes full of teasing laughter.
She was joking, but upon hearing this, Victor forgot to chew the half-chip dangling from his mouth.
Huh? What did he just hear?
His Little Wolf Girl, actually praising a bunch of pitch-black, faceless shadow creatures to his face, calling them "amazing"? And "better than some guys"?
The comfort on Victor's face instantly froze, then became as colorful as an overturned paint palette.
He abruptly sat up straight, yanked the mask off his face, his peach blossom eyes wide open, filled with disbelief and... a thick, almost overflowing jealousy!
"They're amazing?!"
Victor's voice rose an octave, pointing at the ghost shadow soldiers still maintaining their service postures, his tone sour enough to pickle cucumbers.
"These blackish things? Shoulder massages, back pounding, and feeding snacks is called amazing?"
He "sprang" to his feet, rushed to Enid in a few quick steps, and unceremoniously pushed aside the ghost shadow soldier handing her water.
Plonking himself down beside Enid, he grabbed her hand, his tone carrying a childish urgency and competitiveness:
"I can do it too! I'm way better than them! Do they understand technique? Do they understand gentleness? Do they know where you get sore easily or where you're ticklish?"
Saying this, without waiting for Enid's response, he started massaging her shoulders on his own. His technique... well, was slightly clumsy.
"See, how's this pressure? Isn't it more comfortable than those shadows?"
Victor massaged while looking at Enid eagerly, seeking affirmation.
Enid was amused by his sudden jealousy and clumsy attentiveness, her heart feeling sweet. She deliberately teased him:
"Hmm... so-so. Those ghost shadow soldiers are professionals, you know."
"Professionals?!"
Victor acted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, immediately bristling.
"I'll show you what real professional service is!"
He turned to Wednesday, who had been quietly watching the show, his face breaking into an excessively bright smile.
"dear Wednesday! Thirsty? Hungry? Want to try a VIP Supreme Massage Service? Guaranteed a hundred times more considerate than those cold shadows!"
Wednesday's pale face still showed little expression, but an extremely faint hint of amusement flashed through her eyes.
She didn't speak, merely adjusted her sitting posture slightly, as if saying: You can try.
Victor immediately acted as if he had received an imperial decree, bustling about eagerly.
Fetching water for Wednesday, the temperature had to be just right;
Bringing snacks, choosing the light flavors she preferred;
Then standing behind her, using his fingers to massage her temples with moderate pressure, his focused expression as if handling a priceless treasure.
While serving, he didn't forget to shoot a challenging glance at the ghost shadow soldiers standing dumbly in place, the meaning clear:
See clearly! This is what service is! With warmth! With feeling! Can you do that?
The ghost shadow soldiers' crimson eyes blinked blankly, seemingly unable to comprehend their host's sudden competitive spirit.
Enid, watching Victor bustling around Wednesday, determined to prove his superiority, finally couldn't hold back and collapsed laughing against the sofa armrest, her shoulders shaking.
"Hahaha... Victor... you... you're actually jealous of your own ghost shadow soldiers... hahaha... so childish!"
Victor's ears turned red from the laughter, but he didn't stop massaging Wednesday, retorting stiffly:
"Who, who's jealous! I'm... I'm conducting a service quality comparison! Yes, comparison! As the host, it's my duty to inspect and improve the service level of my summons!"
The more he spoke, the more convinced he became of his own reasoning, massaging even more vigorously, asking from time to time:
"So? Wednesday, isn't this more comfortable than those shadows?"
Wednesday felt the gentle pressure at her temples, carrying Victor's body heat. She looked up at his slightly flushed cheeks, clearly saying "praise me."
The corner of her mouth lifted imperceptibly by a pixel.
She let out a soft "Hmm," giving a response.
Just this almost inaudible "Hmm" made Victor instantly feel like he'd won a grand prize, his tail practically wagging up to the sky.
He glanced triumphantly at the group of ghost shadow soldiers, the "defeated underlings," his face clearly saying, "See, I still won!"
The atmosphere in the office shifted from the previous eerie silence to one filled with lively air.
Only the sounds of Victor's busywork, Enid's unstoppable laughter, and the almost-melted frost in Wednesday's eyes remained.
And the Shadowkhan who had triggered this "internal competition in the service industry" still stood loyally and bewildered in the shadows, their crimson eyes blinking, perhaps thinking:
This host's mind is probably a bit hard to understand.
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