In the end, the debut concludes with an overwhelmingly loud cheer from the audience. I'm pretty sure this is broadcast on television as well, so no doubt Stardust will blow up.

As for us, we naturally move to the backstage to meet Tina and congratulate her. Soon enough, we see three girls wearing black starry uniforms right underneath the stage.

''Christina, your singing was amazing!''

''We all did great.''

''No, no, you really carried us there...''

As expected of Tina, even her colleagues can't resist her charm. I'm proud of my girl, and I don't blame the other two for trying to go for her, but Tina is mine, bitches. Get the hell out of here.

When one of the two is about to ask Tina out, I come right in and interrupt them.

''Tina~!''

''Oh.''

Wrapping my arms around her neck, I press my face against her big boobs. The softness, the smell, everything about these are amazing, second only to my own boobs. I tested it with my clone. Eva really made some fantastic boobs for me.

While I'm thinking that, Tina is already hugging me back, and when I look up, she has a shy smile on her face.

''Congratulation, Tina.'' I smile back at her. ''You did a good job, truly.''

''Thanks.''

''Are you free tomorrow? Let's go on a date.''

''Of course.''

Just like that, the other girls of Stardust and everyone else watch us flirting for a while before Liana finally breaks in; only then is everyone able to talk to Tina.

Well, another step toward the conclusion of this trial, I suppose.

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The next day, Tina and I are having a date, as planned.

Since both of us love music, we decide to find instrument and disk stores nearby to visit. Walking hand in hand on the street, Tina turns to me awkwardly.

''Sylvia, are these really needed...?''

She's talking about the sunglasses and the mask.

Look, I know I can easily disguise ourselves using illusion magic, and now we look more like suspicious kidnappers or illegal drug dealers than undercover celebrities. Still, goddamnit, I just want to do this once!

So I reply. ''Yes.''

''Okay...''

Solved. On a different topic, I don't think we've ever visited an instrument store in this world. This should be a new experience, especially after Tina grows her talent.

After looking around leisurely for a bit, we eventually stumble on a rather plain store in the corner.

''...This is giving me deja vu for some reason.''

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''What a coincidence, Sylvia.''

When we enter the building, a familiar scene greets us. Surrounded by mountains of instruments, a lone woman tweaks a guitar in a nun outfit. It's, no doubt, Sister Maria from the Empire.

''Welcome, customers.'' She turns from the television to us, smiling.

''This... Reminds me of our first date.'' I say quietly.

''Yeah...''

Both of our lips curl up as we go to the counter and sit down in front of sister Maria. Then, we take off our glasses and masks.

''Hi, sister. Can I see a guitar?''

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''Woah... That's huge.''

''Right?''

A few days after the date with Tina, I got an invitation from my beloved Emy. She said she was about to do a morning cooking show for national television, and she wanted me to take on the role of an assistant.

Needless to say, I accepted it right away, so here we are, at the recording studio of national television. It's huge, probably on par with the Crimson Palace of the Empire.

Entering the building, a staff immediately greets us and offers to guide us inside. On the way, we are recognized quite often as Emy is now a relatively famous chef, and I am one of the top hunters in the country. A brief talk with a woman who seems to be a director of sorts later, and we're in the shooting area, ready for action.

''Director, any specific requirement?'' I ask her.

''Er... Please just refrain from doing anything too outrageous.''

Why does she seem nervous and embarrassed at the same time? The former I can understand, but the way she blushes...

''...''

Nah, it can't be. She does not recognize me from the porn videos, definitely... I mean, I didn't really care about privacy on that place anyway since this is a fake world, so I'm sure a lot of people should know the elf who gets railed regularly from the channel Lian1215 and the S rank hunter Sylvia is the same person, but...

Whatever.

''Fine, just leave it to me.''

The director seems even more nervous, but I ignore that and go to Emy.

''Emy, what are we making now?''

''Butter cookies, my specialty.''

''Alright, let's get right into it!''

So the filming team brings out a bunch of ingredients, and after adjusting the overall setup a bit, the camera starts to roll. Assuming Emy is not going to talk very well, I will basically be a narrator of sorts.

''Hi, everyone.'' I wave to the camera with a smile. ''Today, Chef Emilia will show you how to prepare the most perfect butter cookies for your snacking time.''

I move toward the ingredient tray and begin to point them out.

''First off, for ingredients, we have prepared unsalted butter, sugar, salt, egg, heavy cream, cornstarch, cake flour, and vanilla extract.''

Now is the time to make the cookies.

Emy very naturally goes behind me and wraps her arms around my waist, startling the people behind the camera. Looking over my shoulder, she grabs the knife and begins to slice up the butter.

''Now, onto the process.'' I continue, as usual, sensing Emy's intentions. ''You would first need to add half a cup of unsalted butter into a bowl and soften it up. Either leaving them for a while or using very minor fire magic to do it should be fine.''

I then take the salt and sugar before handing them to Emy.

''Add a quarter cup of sugar and a tablespoon of salt, and then mix it up well with a mixer.''

As I grab the mixer and begin to mash everything together, Emy puts her hand over mine, and we both end up doing it at the same time.

''Mix it until creamy, pale, and fluffy. Just like this. Beautiful.''

Emy cracks an egg and dumps the white part into a bowl, keeping the yolk to slap into this holy amalgamation that we just mixed together.

''One egg yolk, one tablespoon of heavy cream, and one teaspoon of vanilla extract. Then, we mix again.''

So we return to the back hug mixing; this time, Emy becomes even bolder, resting her chin on my shoulder.

''Once they have combined, add in one cup of cake flour and two tablespoons of cornstarch.'' I cling my head against this silly lover of mine, Lovely. ''And we're back to the mixing.''

When we're finally done with making the dough, I slap it onto the baking tray and divide it up with telekinesis.

''For the sake of convenience, I am using telekinesis here, but you can achieve the same result by using a piping bag.'' I smile at the camera.

Suck it, losers. Learn telekinesis, or get a girlfriend like Emy. You won't find anybody as good as her, though, hah.

''Into a 170 C preheat oven for fifteen to eighteen minutes, and you will have it, a perfect tray of delicious, creamy butter cookies. I hope you will like them.''

After shoving the tray into the oven, I turn back only for Emy to grab my chin and—

''...''

Her lips overlap mine. We keep the same position for another five seconds before the director yells from the side.

''Cut! Cut! The finished product scene we will handle, so we can stop here today!''

Well, just one take. Easy.

Walking past the director, I naturally whisper this into her ears.

''Don't you dare cut out any scene from it, alright?''