They're not even human anymore; those wicked women can cry even more miserably.

Facing the gap so clearly, the defeat was devastating.

I can't do anything!

Char was still a little dazed, feeling something moving around. It wasn't uncomfortable, just a bit strange.

All he knew was that he slept soundly last night, and that both his body and mind received ample relief and relaxation during his sleep.

In my dream, there was a succubus who was very obedient and clingy, with a soft, plush pillow in her arms, the kind with built-in temperature control.

The Elf Princess brand throw pillow is a must-have!

But when he opened his eyes, he saw a slightly immature yet gentle and dignified face.

Xia blinked, sensing that something was pressing down on him.

Nia felt something strange beneath her and looked down to meet Xia's somewhat bewildered gaze.

A gentle smile returned to her face.

Good morning, Ya.

The greeting went very smoothly, as if they were unaware of how inappropriate the scene before them was.

How could it be inappropriate?

She felt she slept quite well last night.

Xia glanced at Nia, then stiffly turned his head back to look at the gray-white stone sculpture at the door, his mind racing.

What a chaotic scene this is!

"Bang!"

The moment Oboro met Char's gaze, the basin of water in his hand fell to the ground.

She involuntarily took two steps back, her eyes filled with shock and tears.

"You... you..."

But he couldn't utter a single word.

Nia looked down at her clothes, then at Char beneath her.

Very calm.

"Let me explain, it's not what you think."

If not that, then what is it?

She saw it with her own eyes!

"Nothing happened between us last night. I just added some of the elven-specific sachet to thank A for taking him in. It's for calming the nerves and helping him sleep."

Yes, she really didn't do anything.

After all, it was Xiaoya who controlled the body during the first half of the night, and it was she who crawled into Xia Ya's bed. What does it have to do with me, Niya?

Although I woke up on my own in the second half, I still felt quite comfortable, so I was too lazy to move.

So it's not my problem.

Her relationship with Ya was completely innocent.

Char nodded.

"I slept very well last night and slept through the night."

Then Oboro believed it.

This gentle and elegant fairy sister doesn't seem like the type to lie.

Of course, it's also because she doesn't want to believe there's anything between the two of them.

Why did you come so early?

Xia rubbed his forehead, feeling a little tired.

The naive Oboro believed Nia's words and thought she was telling the truth.

But can I trust myself?

He's played games before, do you think I don't know what Fairy Dew is for?

"I, I..." I'm here to help you wash up and get out of bed.

But is this something that can be said aloud?

Especially now, there are outsiders here.

Long secretly glanced at Nia.

Nia, who overheard her thoughts perfectly: ...

Okay, I was just being redundant.

She sat on the bed, lost in thought for a while, then rubbed her hair, making her blonde hair all messy.

Only then did he step onto the carpet.

Long stepped aside and watched Nia's figure disappear, finally feeling relieved.

Being in the same space with someone you don't know well in such an awkward situation is just too embarrassing!

Oboro stepped into the room and helped Xia make the bed.

It all smells like Char Aznable, mixed with the fresh scent of a young girl.

But it had no other flavor.

Now, Oboro was completely relieved.

Even so, she still seemed distracted while preparing breakfast.

The scene I saw this morning kept replaying in my mind.

The elf with a youthful face and a fierce appearance lay on Xia's body, charming and languid, greeting him so naturally.

"Morning."

Two simple words, yet they became Long's nightmare.

A whispering voice came from beside me.

"Long, you'd better hurry up and change the current situation, or it'll be snatched away!"

The elven princess's voice trailed off with a hint of mockery.

What status quo needs to be changed?

What was stolen?

Long suddenly snapped back to her senses, turned her head, and saw the stunningly beautiful face right in front of her.

Her skin was snow-white, without a single pore, and her light green eyes seemed to embody the purest vitality of nature.

A faint smile graced her face, as if it had just been a simple greeting.

Long's breathing became rapid, and she was somewhat flustered. She just stared blankly at Nia and subconsciously took a step back.

At such close proximity, she could even feel Nia's body temperature.

Socially anxious Ru Long finds it very difficult to adapt to such an intimate posture.

In particular, the meaning behind the other person's words.

"W-what do you mean?"

Nia's smile widened, her gentle and elegant demeanor making people feel very comfortable.

But Long is not comfortable at all right now; his body is tense.

"Of course, it means exactly what it says."

Nia winked at Long, then turned and walked out of the kitchen.

"Ah, breakfast isn't ready yet, you'll have to wait a little while."

Looking at Nia's back, Long felt his hair stand on end and his heart was pounding.

She couldn't help but press her hand to her chest, feeling that she was in a bad state.

Does Oboro really not understand what Nia means?

not necessarily.

Char is her most important friend, and also her only friend.

What if Char Aznable gets kidnapped...?

Oboro simply couldn't imagine such a life.

She gripped the kitchen utensils in her hands, her eyes gradually hardening.

A teasing remark from the Elf Princess ignited the Succubus Princess's fighting spirit.

In a villa, three people of three different races are connected by a bond that intertwines their destinies.

Long's eyes hardened.