I have to hypnotize you, Aura!

[Keywords for increasing favorability...]

[Implantation successful]

...

Although she didn't quite understand why Fingel was in her bed, or why he was holding her hands, or why he was looking at her with such an awkward and disgusting smile and such a gentle expression—out of politeness, she still replied calmly.

"good evening."

"What are you doing?" Frillian asked, her eyes filled with doubt.

"If you can't drink too much, then don't drink next time, okay? We just want to have a good time."

Fingel, like an Ark player, transferred his affection to Frilian's hands... like a masseur, gently massaging her. Frilian's hands are so small. Frilian, why are your hands so small? Frilian, why are your hands so soft? Frilian, why does your body feel so soft too?

You smell good, bro.

He took a deep breath, like a greedy wolf, a glint of gold flashing in his pupils.

[Frilian has slight doubts about your actions]

[Emotional fluctuation keyword successfully implanted...]

'This person's eyes... they're a little scary?'

Frillie's body trembled for a moment, as if she were about to be eaten.

"I didn't drink that much... I just don't know why I got a little drunk tonight."

"Haha, it's okay, everyone has a first time."

The two chatted for a few minutes, then lay down on the bed—Frilian looked at the familiar ceiling and finally asked the question.

"So... Fingel, why are you in my bed?"

Frillie really wanted to know the answer.

This person is so weird. They woke me up from my deep sleep and then touched my hand... Um, it's a little disgusting.

"Don't ask, okay? It's embarrassing."

Fingel chuckled, appearing somewhat shy, like a young girl sending a love letter to her beloved crush.

"What's so embarrassing about this...?"

Frillie was taken aback. What was this guy talking about?

Am I about to lie again? I have a feeling of unease.

"Haha, so embarrassing? Frillie still doesn't understand people." Fingel sighed, at this point he could only make things up. "You really should be more understanding of me, okay?"

...

do not understand at all.

Frillie felt confused, wondering if this guy really wanted to get close to her.

Flame was right. Fingel had his eye on me for a long time and wanted to make a move on me—that guy was a beast of desire; he would take advantage of any beautiful woman, regardless of her race.

She even suspected that Fingel would be able to harm a monster that looked like a human.

It's terrible.

The female elf became slightly wary.

And it turned out she was right; Fingel might actually be capable of taking advantage of beautiful humanoid beings.

"...So, can you let go? And aren't you getting a little too close?" Frillie tried to pull her hand away. "We have a good relationship, but it shouldn't have come to this, right?"

Actually, it wouldn't be a big deal if she did it with Finger. Recently, thanks to inspiration from a thousand years ago, Frilian has gained a better understanding of conservation knowledge—it seems to be similar to dog training, putting xx into xx, and then doing this and that.

She didn't seem to mind. If it were Fingel... she felt that she probably wouldn't be able to accept doing this kind of thing with other men besides him.

But the main reason is—Fingal is Flame's man, right? Even though her master has been gone for a long time, Frilian still wouldn't do such a bad thing.

According to the basic values ​​learned from humanity, this should be called... a mistress?

Frilian doesn't want to be raped, nor does she want to be a mistress.

However, Fingel was oblivious to her thoughts; all he felt was a burning heat... This thing must be called pheromones, right? He seemed to have gone too far with his obsession, but could he really blame himself?

It's all Frillian's fault, she looks so abstinent, but sometimes she's really cute... Most importantly, my "beauty radar" is working, and I'm ready to strike.

"Jian 99, requesting deployment!"

"Really? I think our relationship should be even better..." Fingel said tactfully, his face darkening. "We've had a thousand-year friendship, isn't that enough?"

"And it's not close at all."

Call ~

They were less than a dozen centimeters apart; the female elf could even feel their hot breaths...

This... seems to be the second time?

Distant memories flooded back... winter... the little cabin... and tonight...

Frillie's face inexplicably flushed again, and she also felt strangely uncomfortable in her body.

[Triggering...physiological response entry]

【! ! 】

"It's so close, and getting closer... It feels like something's staring at me, it's so strange... Why is it hot?" Frillie's heart started racing; she felt something sharp pressing against her. "Could you move it away?"

Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, she reached out and grabbed it, trying to move it away.

She was exerting a bit of force because she felt a little uncomfortable.

"hiss...."

Finger gasped, "What are you doing?"

"...Wait! Never mind...you can continue, it's okay."

He even narrowed his eyes slightly.

Frillie has serious doubts about you.

[Special term generated... Lust level term... Successfully implanted]

[Lust Level +10]

? ?

It feels so strange...

Frillie was initially just a little confused, but when she saw Fingel's expression, and with some of the physiology she had just learned... Ah, so that's how it is.

really.

"Is it that thing...? Flame told me about it." Frilian showed a knowing look, then her tone turned somewhat disgusted, "Fingal, you're such a pervert! How come you can send QQ messages every day?"

Humans are truly a perverted species.

"Are all humans like this? Just because you're in the same bed with a woman, you can send her messages. Do you want to sleep with me? Flame was right after all."

Her expression remained unchanged, her emerald pupils holding a hint of scrutiny and curiosity—Frilian even pinched them with a touch of curiosity, causing Fingel to gasp involuntarily.

"No, it feels so out of place for you to say something like 'send a QQ message' on your face."

That... seemingly emotionless, aloof face, coupled with words that carried a hint of humiliation and bold actions... it made his blood boil.

Elves are a cold and aloof race, completely uninterested in such matters, which results in their expressions always being aloof, noble, and unapproachable—but hearing such words from such a detached face is rather provocative!

Wow.

Fingel felt like he had received a [Strength +1] buff.

My blood is burning!

"What, do you have some complaints about my face?" Frilian pouted at him, looking somewhat unhappy. "Flame clearly said that even among humans, I am very good-looking."

...

what?

Flame, what kind of things have you been teaching?

Speaking of which, Fingel also felt that Flame had some issues. It's said that she was also a war orphan who was adopted by Celie and then raised by Flame... Strictly speaking, Flame herself is a bit strange, isn't she?

Strictly speaking, both Frilian and Flame have slightly strange deviations when it comes to relationships.

Flame's attitude towards X was tinged with some of the elves' indifference and lack of enthusiasm, while the elves, in turn, were influenced by some of the flawed and inadequate education they received.

They must be severely disciplined.

"No...you're over a thousand years old and you still care about this kind of thing? But what you said isn't entirely wrong."

Fingel pursed his lips. He felt like King Gigi, eager to begin the great adventure of the new era after the Demon King's death.

Suddenly, Frillie's tone turned icy, like a bucket of cold water being poured over her.

"The third time."

Fingel was stunned and didn't react for a moment.

"What, a third time?"

What is this guy talking about? The atmosphere is just right right now, to be honest, he plans to do something that everyone likes and to further expand the progress.

Isn't this normal?

“This is the third time, Fingel. You said I’m old. This is the third time.” Frilian stared at him intently, as if it were the prelude to a storm.

?

Really? It's been almost a thousand years since we last met, hasn't it? You can still remember that? Are all elves this exaggerated?

Do you also like writing in a diary?

For some reason, he had a bad feeling.

bang bang.

bang bang.

Fingel felt inexplicably uneasy.

"That's it! This is the third time! They woke me up when I was sleeping soundly and then yelled at me!!"

Frillie's expression grew increasingly serious, and her tone increasingly resentful, as if she had reached her limit—Frillie's emerald eyes were misted over, and glistening tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to fall.

Her delicate nose was slightly red, and her lips trembled as she pursed them into a pitiful arc.

"The same thing happened last time! The same thing happened last time! You called me an old sorceress when I didn't do anything! You woke me up when I was sleeping, and it was you who made Celie angry!!"

?

Which time? Which time?

I can't remember.

The sinful Fingel panicked for the first time when he saw Frilian's expression... because he had never seen Frilian cry before. In his memory, even if everyone she knew died, Frilian would at most just wear that classic elven cold face and remain silent.

He had even heard that when Flame found Frilian, the entire village had been killed by demons, yet she hadn't cried.

It could be said that she was too strong, or even cold-blooded, not far from being comparable to the demon race.

Like... a machine.

But this is the kind of person who would break down just because he said he was old?

Is this reasonable?

Perhaps it's because too much time has passed?

You know, honest people can be terrifying when they get angry, and the same goes for a resolute person who has been made to cry—even Fingel, who doesn't have much of a conscience, feels uneasy.

"Wait, wait, wait, it's been over a thousand years, hasn't it? Is it really okay to remember something like this so clearly?" Fingel abruptly released Frilian's hand, feeling a chill run down his spine. "I'm letting go, please don't cry, okay?"

"Sorry? That country is destroyed! How about I treat you to cake?"

He was genuinely regretting it; damn it.

If I had known you were so sensitive about this kind of thing, I wouldn't have said you were old, okay? Besides, you guys are so clever and nimble, even if we're thousands of years old, can't we even admire and complain a little?

Unfortunately, it's too late to regret.