Re:Zero - Jobless Reincarnation: Succubus Sword God? I don't recognize it!

Chapter 278: In front of the window, under the moon, and a kiss of whispers

The spiral staircase connecting the second and third floors of the ship has only twenty-four steps.

The sound of the waves on the river was a little noisy in the night wind, but the sound of the twenty-four footsteps was so clear.

It was so clear that Ariel quickly counted the steps.

It was as fast as the 'borrowing period' that Alan mentioned.

In the blink of an eye, there are less than eight hours left in the twenty-four hours.

Snapped.

Ariel stepped onto the deck on the third floor, and the excited look on her face when she decided to go downstairs just now disappeared into the air as soon as the wind blew.

She leaned against the fence a little tiredly and looked at the river at night.

The position of the second princess's guardian knight was originally selected based on Alan's template.

This is also the reason why she rejected Luke at the speed of light.

Both are direct heirs of the four great noble families. At the age of seven, he was already an advanced Water God Swordsman who could fight against the Saint level.

What's your level Luke?
Ariel couldn't hold back because she was so proud of the title of an intermediate swordsman.

Honestly speaking, she just now suddenly wanted to go down to find Allen not with too much of the principle of 'exchange' to try to seduce Allen, but more to take advantage of the end of the borrowing period to have a full set of guardian knight experience.

Judging from what we know about Allen today, he may not accept himself.

But after unbuttoning the buttons one by one at the door and lifting up his clothes, the other person would definitely reveal the same shocked look he had when I first held his hand during the day.

Whatever the outcome, it will be fun.

Although he was very efficient in killing people, his eyes did not have the clarity that was expected of an aristocrat.

pity.

It was a spur-of-the-moment idea, but Izuruti still noticed it.

It seems that the difficulty of recruiting Izuruti will increase again after tonight, although Ariel reacted quickly and even opened her heart to change her impression at the end of the conversation.

But for now.

Not very effective.

Izoloti Kel'el is truly a 'loyal dog'.

Ariel thought about this and no longer cared about what results she would get tonight. With obvious fatigue on her face, she sighed.

Then he walked all the way back to the bedroom.

When I opened the door, the maid was still squatting obediently beside me.

Ariel smiled.

"Didn't I tell you to go and rest?"

The maid stammered and looked up at her, her face flushed in the candlelight, and she rubbed her thighs nervously.

Ariel smiled.

In terms of the desire to hold the "power" that cannot be grasped, tonight is undoubtedly a failure, but for the part that has already been grasped in the palm of my hand.

Clearly effective.

look.

Isn't this a dog that wags its tail and begs for mercy?

Ariel reached out and grabbed the maid's hair, as if she was holding a rope, and led her to the table.

Then he turned the back of the chair and sat on it.

The maid secretly looked up at her and saw that Ariel just tilted her head and smiled at her. She felt as if she was about to fall into her blue eyes.

As if possessed by a ghost, she stood up and began to unbutton Ariel's clothes from bottom to top.

One pill.

Two pills.

three.
Before Ariel's clothes were untied to her waist, her head was roughly pushed under the seat by slender hands.

"!"

One minute.

Two minutes.

three minutes.

The hand pressing on my head got harder and harder, and the commands to go deeper became more and more urgent.

The chair creaked and twisted, and the heel of Ariel's boot slowly rose higher.

raise.

His chin was raised and his head rested on the back of the chair.

Behind the chair back, her smooth, white blonde hair fell along the back of the chair onto the table, dangling over the notebook.

Below it.

In the gap between fire and hair.

It was the unconscious traces of writing that Ariel had just put down while she was lost in thought, and it was also the source of her actions that began after she realized what she had written.

——A whole page filled with words:

"Got him."

On the third floor, the sticky sound of water came one after another.

-

On the second floor, the cabin is so quiet that you can hear a pin drop.

With a thud, the hoodie fell to the ground.

The match in Alan's hand also burned to the end, and the charred firewood stick broke and fell to the ground as well.

Even though the candle was not lit, it benefited from the moonlight outside the window.

Alan still saw it clearly.

——White socks and short skirt, cat ears and cat tail, only glanced at herself, then hurriedly lowered her head and looked at the white-haired 'cat' with its 'tail' behind her.

Pupil earthquake.

next moment.

Sylphy's slightly flustered, soft voice broke the silence.

".Please. Please don't keep looking at my tail, meow."

She reached out and pushed the tail behind her back in an attempt to cover it up, but this action was completely ineffective and only made the cat's tail look more agile.

Miss Sylphy, the cat-eared girl with reddish-brown eyes, raised her eyes again and secretly glanced at Alan. Seeing that he was still staring at the tail behind him, her face turned red as if blood was about to drip out. She sniffed, stretched out her hands to hold the cat-ear headband on her head, and began to "complain" softly.

"Alan, did you hear me? Meow."

His eyes flickered left and right.

He said "meow" every time he spoke, and although his imitation of Alice was not perfect at all, he was trying his best to achieve the expected "effect".

——The earnest teachings from the evil mistress of the Fury-controlled Boreas family.

It is said that no male in the Boreas family could resist her.

Even Philip, who usually seems to hide his thoughts very well.

The four more "meows" made the already dumbfounded Alan almost feel dumbfounded. With his exhausted mind and the cute girl in front of him being his favorite, the Boreas bloodline that was supposed to control the beastgirl's XP was struggling wildly to break free from its restraints, mixed with all kinds of emotions.

Posture fiercely strengthens his brain!

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
No, wait! This outfit? Is it a follow-up to last night's late night 'attack'?

Oh my god, cat ears are so cute.
No, what I'm thinking, uh. The problem is.
How come the white hair matches this cat girl outfit so well? Sylphy is so cute.
No, wait! What the hell am I thinking about.
Calm down, the question you should think about now is.
yes.
Alan took a deep breath.

What a fart!

He can't calm down at all!!!
What kind of weird and absurd development is this???

And how can you not look at the tail? ! ! ? ?
Do you want to see where your cat's tail is? Miss Sylphiet? Why is your skirt so short? And looking at your cat's tail from this position, is it decent? Why do I feel like it's the cat's tail toy I knew in my previous life?
But now we are in a different world of swords and magic?

He stretched out his finger in astonishment and pointed at the fluffy cat's tail with trembling hands. He raised his head to look at Sylphy's face, then looked at the cat ear hairpin on her head and then looked back at Sylphy's face.

This cycle continued, with astonishment written all over his face.

After seeing Allen's reaction, Sylphy's expression suddenly changed. How could she not know that her guess today was completely wrong.

So his teasing of Alice about the tail during the day was just a coincidence!

Sylphy gasped, covered her face, and looked at Alan through her fingers, her whole body flushed.

"Don't! Don't!! Don't look at it. Don't look at it, meow!!"

But then she realized that words alone wouldn't work, and she panicked and jumped cutely on the spot, trying to grab her own tail with her hands.

But he failed to catch it because his tail was jumping around all the time.

The furry tail slid out of her hand along the edge of her palm.

"Ah! I...I'll take it off right away, meow!" Sylphy turned sideways to look at the tail behind her, and reached out to grab the tail under her skirt.

"Take it down??? No! Wait a minute!"

Alan watched Sylphy reaching her hand into her skirt, his expression suddenly brightened and he hurried to stop her.

The tail has been caught, but that's why.

The skirt was lifted up by the tail.

Under the moonlight, Alan could see clearly what was inside.

Joy! ——The cat's tail was just as Alan expected, with a shuttle-shaped plug-in structure at the end.

Sad! - It was pinned to the waist of Sylphy's garter stockings just below the dimple of her lower back.

It seems that Sylphy did not act recklessly because she did not know how to use it.

But here's the thing.

The skirt was lifted up.

Alan's mouth opened as he looked at Sylphy's buttocks vaguely visible through her gauze panties, and the latter was stunned, her fingers completely stiff on her waist, and suddenly realized that she had done something in a panic that would make herself even more panicked.

She was so flustered that she became as stiff as a stick with a delicate curve.

Sylphy stiffened her neck and slowly raised her head to look at Alan.

Alan also turned his crazy gaze away from Sylphy's skirt and looked into her eyes.

Lasts for a few seconds.

As his consciousness returned to his brain, Alan immediately thought about what he should say to ease the strange atmosphere.

So he spoke subconsciously.

"Well, it's pretty good looking."

silence.

Dead silence.

By the time Allen realized what he had just said, Sylphy's face was almost bleeding.

He opened his mouth helplessly, looked up at Sylphy's face, and was stunned for a long time. Finally, reason overcame his confused thoughts, and he immediately realized that now was not the time to be in a daze.

Very quickly! He reached out and grabbed Sylphy's wrist.

The latter froze!
Alan took her hand and pulled the tail out.

Snap. A very crisp and elastic sound.

With a tail pinned on, the elastic tight hollow corset was tied around Sylphy's slender waist.

The hem of the skirt swayed and fell down.

Sylphy: !!!

Alan:.
The latter was a sword god with quick reactions. Alan tried to remain calm and coughed lightly.

"Um, where did this come from?"

Sylphy reached out and touched her painful waist, then lowered her eyes to look at Alan's hand that was pulling her wrist with distinct joints.

"It was given by the mistress of the Lord."

"what?"

".Um?"

Alan looked at the shuttle-shaped 'stopper' at the end of Sylphy's hand.

How can it be so absurd?

Your mother gave you this?

No? Is this appropriate?

He was shocked for a while, but suddenly remembered that in the academy chapter of the wedding event, Ariel seemed to give Sylphy a wedding gift.
A fake hook.

And a bottle of aphrodisiac.

The sex toys of the nobles in this world have actually reached the point where they can be given as proper wedding gifts.

So it seems quite appropriate for Hilda to give this thing to her daughter-in-law?

Suitable for you?

Outrageous!

The night wind hit the window, letting in wisps of air.

Alan was silent for a moment and scratched his head.

"Uh, why are you wearing this suddenly? I didn't see you last night."

Sylphy stuck her head on her chest like a quail.

"The mistress said that Alan would definitely like you, after all, he is Boreas. I think..."

When it comes to the word "I think", I stammer and can't utter a word.

The corner of Allen's mouth twitched, and he looked at Sylphy helplessly. At this moment, in his eyes, Sylphy was just shyly pulling the edge of her skirt, and her cat ears were shaking slightly in the air along with her trembling body.

Subconsciously, Allen wanted to reach out and rub Sylphy's head.

But the hand hasn't dropped yet.

A blessing came to my mind. An idea came into my mind.

His thoughts suddenly caught up with what Sylphy wanted to say but couldn't say.

——Whether it’s a skirt, cat ears, or a tail.

'I want Alan to like it.'
So Easy.

Very Sylphiet.

Alan placed his hands on her shoulders, feeling her cold skin, and shook his head helplessly.

"Were you outside the door for a long time? I didn't use my sense of flow and was thinking about something, so I didn't notice it. Sorry."

"No, no need to apologize, eh!!"

While Sylphy was answering, Allen turned around and casually lifted the mattress on the bed. With Sylphy's frightened expression, he picked her up by the waist and wrapped her in the quilt.

He reached out his arms and hugged Sylphy, rolled her into a cat curl, then sat next to her and put her head on his lap.

At this moment, Alan's sanity had returned. He smiled and looked at Sylphy, who was obviously relaxed and looking at him with bright eyes.

Obviously, Sylphy has not yet reached the stage where her character is influenced by Ariel, and she has not yet reached the point where she deliberately wears clothes to seduce her to do something. She may have some associations in this regard, but they will never dominate her thoughts.

It's more like I'm used to sleeping in a pile with others along the way, and I feel like something is missing when I sleep alone.

"Is it warm enough?"

Sylphy blinked.

".Um."

The two looked at each other through the moonlight coming in from the window.

At the same time smiled.

Alan leaned against the head of the bed and said with a smile.

"So, you think I would like Sylphy to dress like that, so you dressed me like that these two times?"

Sylphy shrank her head shyly and leaned into Allen's arms.

"I like Sylphiet as a person."

Sylphy stiffened and blinked, but did not look up.

A new sound came into my ears.

"It has nothing to do with what she wears."

Sylphy was silent for a moment, her body suddenly relaxed, and her voice also became relaxed, as soft as a mosquito's murmur.

"Sure enough. Just as the teacher said. Alan is really cunning."

"Is it?"

".Yes."

Alan grinned. He looked at Sylphy's face, which was resting on his legs and had lost its baby fat, her delicate nose, her smooth pink skin, and her trembling eyelashes.

I feel a little dazed.

In a blink of an eye, it has been two years since I met Sylphy.

Compared to the deliberately childish performance and production in the anime, the "picture quality" of the real world of No Job is very different from the anime. For example, the architectural style of the world is more realistic, removing the inherent audience stereotypes of "Western fantasy Japanese comics" in the anime, and the exquisite paintings on paper have become a slightly rough sword and magic continent different world architectural style.

The same goes for the scenery, which is much rougher, losing a lot of the exquisite look and feel, but looking even rougher, a bit like going from a 2D anime style of No Job to a Witcher style.

People are the same.

Ariel has clear blue eyes and a well-proportioned facial features. Roxy has deep blue eyes like the deep sea and a delicate jawline. Alice has deep eyebrows and eyes that are very aggressive and have a sense of presence. Isa Luti has bright eyes, nose, lips and a high nose bridge.

To the naked eye, humans in this world seem to mature very early.

To the extent that the simple, childish lines of anime appear so distorted.

The reality is closer to the expressiveness of the illustrations in the accompanying volume of the original work.

Thinking so, thinking so.

He reached out and poked Sylphy's chin.
——Although their lines are not as smooth and natural as Roxy’s, the long-eared people’s beautiful facial features are already very cute.

This short period of time, plus the DEBUFF of not sleeping yesterday and the peace of mind BUFF in Alan's arms.

Sylphy's words already sounded a little confused.

It seems that he is really tired.

She rubbed her eyes. ".What's wrong, Alan?"

"It's okay, I just feel like you seem to have lost a lot of weight, and your chin looks much sharper."

Sylphy touched her chin in confusion and looked at Alan's face.

The two stared at each other for a moment.

Sylphy lifted herself up from Alan's legs.

She first looked at Alan's face, squinted her eyes, and moved closer in confusion.

The tip of his nose gently touched the tip of Alan's.

He fiddled with his hands on his chin, and finally created a gap of one to two centimeters.

Placed on the sides of their faces.

"But even so, Alan's chin is still bigger than mine."

".A piece.."

The voice stopped.

Sylphy's pupils suddenly widened, and the sleepiness that had just been brewing seemed to be suddenly thrown into the sky.

The moonlight shone on their faces.

Nose tip to nose tip.

Breathe and smell the breath.

Heartbeat next to heartbeat.

Look
Watch the eyes.

Alan looked at Sylphy, and it seemed like a moment had passed.

It seemed like a long time had passed.

He smiled.

Kissed.

Very gentle, separates at the touch of a finger.

This time it was Sylphy's turn to be completely dumbfounded.

She stared at Alan for a long time.

For a long time.

Only then did he 'come alive' from the static movement.

The reddish-brown eyes blinked.

Inside was Alan's face with a slight smile.

The reddened skin spread from the neck up and spread upwards.

It dyed her whole face red.

".Alan is so cunning."

The white hair swayed in the moonlight in front of the window, casting a halo of light.

Their lips touched again and soon separated.

Sylphy shook her head and leaned over to lie on Alan's legs.

After a long while, her almost inaudible murmuring voice was heard again in the cabin.

“So cunning”

Outside the window, the river.

Moonlight licks the waves.

Crash, crash.

The Altier River murmurs its joy for the moon in the night wind.

(End of this chapter)