I have to hypnotize you, Aura!

Frillie's nose twitched slightly as she smelled a strange odor. Was it unpleasant? But something else... well, she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

[Special stimulus detected... triggers...]

[Stimulates physiological response x1]

[Stimulation, physiological response x2]

[...to stimulate...estrus]

[Entering estrus (early stage)]

Pheromones stimulated the underlying genetic logic of the elves.

Frillie felt a surge of heat rising from the soles of her feet, a blush spreading across her baby-like face. Her head felt a little dizzy, and her body felt as if a small flame was burning within her.

It seems that, in addition to curiosity about the unknown, there is a new driving force.

"Is this what boys'...things look like? It feels...like this shape."

She observed it closely, never before having seen a human male's reproductive organ so closely—its strange shape excited Frilian, who was eager for new knowledge.

I gripped the car's control lever again, and the car's headlights shone brightly.

The culprit driver was completely oblivious; instead, she was observing intently—at that moment, she was like a scholar, a scholar curious about new knowledge.

That pure, seemingly untainted gaze, yet making such absurd, even lewd, actions—this had a profound impact on the blushing car driver.

Fingel's breathing grew heavier, his heart pounded faster, and his fingernails grew longer without him noticing... a little bit.

That represents a manifestation of unfulfilled desires. Even though his dragon bloodline is suppressed, it can still trigger the expression of his genes under special circumstances.

"Yes, that's right."

Fingel was speaking with difficulty, and subconsciously tried to touch Frilian's head—but was slapped away.

"Don't touch my head."

Frillie's pointed ears twitched slightly, her emerald eyes widening in displeasure—though for no reason, she inexplicably sensed great malice in this gesture.

"Uh, okay."

Someone suppressed their desire, or perhaps this peculiar CG gave them more patience.

It looks like a cake covered in chocolate.

[While Haita, Simmel, or Aize are friends, they're not in that kind of relationship... As for Fingel, he's seen my work, and Frilian feels this is a good opportunity to explore things she's always wanted to know.]

"Hmm...it's different from what I imagined," Frillie said, quite curious.

Are all humans like this?

Car control levers should not be too long, as this will make them difficult for the driver to operate. Ideally, they should be within easy reach, and people generally prefer well-designed domestically produced cars.

Frillie suddenly felt a sense of fear towards Fingel, a feeling that...something was scary?

"No...no, perhaps I'm slightly different."

Fingel's breathing was heavy as he tried to explain.

...

"Is that so..."

The female elf was somewhat doubtful; based on her understanding, this shouldn't be the case.

The length of the control lever in a normal domestic car is usually within a few centimeters, but Finger's is clearly a bit off.

[Fingal seems to have some bloodline... perhaps dragon blood? That's why his body has some mutations, especially his physical characteristics, which are more prominent.]

[Ugh, is this what Flamme is like? It seems a bit tough.]

Something seems off.

“It’s said that when adult human men experience sexual desire for the opposite sex, they experience a stiffening effect.” Frilian’s eyes held a hint of doubt, which contradicted her understanding. “You really do have strange intentions towards me, don’t you? I shouldn’t be the type to arouse reproductive desire in human men. You really are a pervert.”

"kindness?"

Fingel, whose weakness had been exploited, had a rather strange expression. Although he was extremely anxious, he still had to patiently explain.

"No, no, no... well... humans have their own preferences." Fingel coughed twice strategically. "Some people like big breasts, some people like kind older women..."

Frillie has serious doubts about your words.

[Generates...favorability-related keywords...]

[Implantation successful.]

Frillie searched for the words "big breasts," and she was surprisingly sensitive to certain words.

Yes, it's me, the older sister.

But with big breasts?

She subconsciously lowered her head and glanced at her flat chest... Well, at least it's not considered big, is it?

I feel like I'm being scolded.

The female elf carefully recalled that she had lived for over a thousand years, and among the women she had met, or at least known for a relatively long time, she seemed to be quite young...

No, only Philon is still flat-chested, but she's still just a child.

But it's okay!

She felt that Philon would never betray her; the child seemed like the obedient type.

"how about you?"

For some reason, Frillie asked a question out of curiosity.

“S...I am...En.”

Fingel tactically clenched his fist, while honestly stating his vulgar desires.

"I like anyone who is good-looking."

?

He likes all good-looking guys? What a...jerk! That's probably the best way to put it.

[He already has Flame, yet he's still eyeing other women. Is this guy's desire insatiable?]

Frillie squeezed her fair hand with some dissatisfaction, and looked at Fingel with disdain. Was this the unexpected answer?

"Any questions?"

Fingel retorted shamelessly, his tone as cold as divine punishment cutting through mountains, uttering blasphemous words.

Yes, that's right, I like you.

He just stared at Frillie like that.

"I'm going crazy thinking about Frilian. I think about Frilian when I sleep, I think about Frilian when I eat, I think about Frilian when I cross the street... I hate it so much, I'm so sad, I'm so jealous of you elves who have such long lifespans, so I can keep watching you forever."

? ? ? ? ?

The female elf, instead of feeling joy at the sudden confession, felt a chill run down her spine.

Her delicate face suddenly froze, her emerald pupils contracted sharply to slits, her pointed ears stood up straight like a startled feline, and even the tuft of hair that always stuck up in her silver hair froze in mid-air.

It seems... a little nauseating.

Frillie thought.

She instinctively let go of his hand, as if she had touched a disgusting insect.

"What are you talking about...? Is this a confession?" Frillie's words were filled with shock and complete incomprehension. "Putting aside why you like me, don't you think there's something wrong with confessing your feelings in the bathroom?"

"A real man will confess his love to the woman he loves, even if he's in hell. There are always things more important than life itself."

At this moment, it seemed as if countless black lines were pulling down, and Fingel's face became extremely serious.

It's as if this isn't a toilet, but a meeting of the Communist Party.

"Of course I'm serious. Actually, I liked you (wanted to sleep with you) the moment I saw you."

This man confessed his feelings at the worst possible time—it was like a casual sex partner asking, "What's our relationship now?" and the man replying, "I like you."

Quite weird.

?

[What nonsense is he spouting... He likes me? Like... what is that again?]

My master once said that liking someone means wanting to be with them all the time, wanting to know what they're thinking and what they want to do... If it's Fingel, then surprisingly, it seems acceptable?

But what about Flamel?

Frillie thought for a moment, then naturally turned her head away with what could be considered excellent acting skills.

He urged,

"Didn't you need to use the restroom? What are you still standing here for?"

Should we change the subject?

Ha ha.

Fingel pursed his lips and didn't press further—we'll talk about those things later. The question now is, what to do next?

He really felt like he was about to explode!

So he gave a brief reply,

"It can't be done."

Frillie tilted her head and asked,

"Why? Are you really done for...? I don't think so."

"fart!"

...................

After Fingel's somewhat incomprehensible explanation of physiology, Frillie finally understood.

"So... what should I do? Do you need my help?" Frilian's lips curled up slightly, seemingly a little smug. "There's really no way around it. I'm the one who caused your physical reaction. After all, I'm just too charming."

Fingel blinked.

"Really?"

This guy, as if showing off his new magic to Flame, had no idea what was going to happen next, nor did he notice that Fingel's eyes had unknowingly turned into a candlelight-like golden yellow—a shimmering, almost tearing-everything light of desire.

"Just this once, I'll help you this once... You look like you're in a lot of pain." "I'm your big sister, you know?"

Author's Note: Thank you brothers for your support~~I will~ always~ love~ you~~

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Chapter 100: What is our relationship now?

About half an hour later.

The two were no longer in the bathroom. Frillie lay wearily on a chair, her head tilted to the side, the tear tracks on her face long since dried.

"Gulu gulu."

Because of someone, Frillie's mouth was quite dry, her forehead was covered with beads of sweat that had stuck her white bangs together, and her face seemed to have some inexplicable marks on it.

This guy... he's gone too far! I told him not to...

Frillie wiped her mouth, feeling very uncomfortable.

"Whoo~"

Fingel started smoking, and a cigarette afterward was always an essential part of it.

This cigarette was brought from a thousand years ago, and now it has come to the world a thousand years in the future... My brother, why did Newton get hit by an apple? Why am I not Jack Ma? What is at the end of the universe?

He entered a period of reflection.

The atmosphere is a bit awkward now. In the past, things were just ambiguous at most, and the clueless Frillie was taken advantage of—but now, isn't that wrong?

'So it really turned out this way?'

Even Fingel felt incredibly good, his expressionless face revealing a terrible look. Seriously! I wish I could do it again!