Stelle: the enigma wrapped in a mystery, stuffed inside a garbage bin.
In the heat of battle, she’s a study in cool indifference. While her male counterpart, Caelus, burns with visible passion, Stelle is the eye of the storm, calm, collected, and utterly unshakable as she brings her weapons down upon her foes. Off the battlefield, her personality is a delightful wild card, swinging from deadpan sarcasm to a kind of charming, listless pessimism. But through it all, there’s a lingering question in her eyes, a silent wonder about the past she cannot remember.
But what if, in a private moment far from the Express’s crew, that cool exterior finally… cracked?
Hentai parody, where our beloved trash connoisseur finally lets loose. You, the hard-working office warrior, have collapsed at your desk after one too many late nights.
He’s awaken to the soft click of heels and a familiar, soothing voice. It’s Stelle, but not in is her standard Trailblazer attire, replaced by the crisp, professional allure of an office lady outfit. The white blouse is impeccably buttoned, the pencil skirt hugs her hips.
She points a perfectly manicured finger at a mistake in your working, her tone level and matter-of-fact. But then, her gaze softens.
The professional facade drops. In this private office, under the glow of the desk lamp, Stelle decides to take what she wants, and what she wants is you. It’s a passionate, unexpected release, a side of the silent, trash-loving Trailblazer that is for your eyes only. Who knew that beneath that cold battlefield demeanor and quirky habits lay such a captivating and demanding fire.
