Ark Simulator, don't I have no physical form?

This thought, like a wildfire, was difficult to extinguish once ignited. Enya held her sister's hand, unconsciously tightening her grip, her knuckles even turning slightly white from the force. But the smile on her face remained gentle, though the joy didn't seem to fully reach her eyes.

The fire still burned warmly, illuminating the two sisters' huddled figures, and also the "duo" on the other side, their silent "confrontation" and subtle interaction palpable. The air in the bedchamber seemed to stagnate, and... subtly surge, because of these intertwined, complex, and unfathomable gazes.

Outside the window, the darkest hour before dawn is slowly passing. On the eastern horizon, the pale light is expanding, struggling to tear through the thick clouds.

The firelight was warm and constant, but the air inside the bedchamber seemed to have become somewhat... viscous and indescribably tense because of the intertwined gazes, some bright and some dim, and the silent yet perceptible subtle movements of kneading ear tips and stroking lower back.

Enya (the Saintess) held her younger sister Enxia's hand, feeling the genuine warmth and slight tremor of a loved one in her palm. She listened as her sister, her voice trembling with a touch of emotion yet brimming with joy, recounted the trivialities of the manor, the newly blooming flowers in the greenhouse, and her endless longing for her older sister. Her gaze gently fell upon Enxia's face, trying to pour all her attention and love into this precious treasure she had lost and found again.

However, reason is one thing, instinct is another.

Out of the corner of her eye, as if drawn by an invisible magnet, she would involuntarily drift to the other side of the bedchamber, to the figure of the silver-haired boy being held in Yela's arms in a manner that was both "imprisoned" and "teasing".

She could clearly see Yera's cool fingers lingering on Suri's sensitive animal ears with a casual yet unusually persistent rhythm, kneading the furry ear tips and scratching the sensitive inner earlobes. She could see Suri's body trembling slightly from the continuous, inescapable stimulation, and the alluring (in Enya's eyes) blush spreading from her earlobes down her neck and even below her collarbone. She could see Suri's tightly bitten lower lip, her brows furrowed slightly as she suppressed her discomfort, and the occasional, almost inaudible, trembling groan that escaped from deep within her throat.

What truly fueled the subtle emotions in Enya's heart was Suri's reaction.

He did not show any strong resistance. Although his body was stiff, his expression was awkward, and his ear tips and tail (corresponding parts) twitched uncontrollably due to the stimulation, he did not actually try to break free from Yela's "confinement". In fact, when Yela's fingers gently scratched the inside of his most sensitive ear, his unconsciously twitching ear tips, trying to shake off the touch, would occasionally brush against Yela's beautifully shaped jawline and neck.

It was a kind of... almost dependent, subtle, unconscious intimacy.

This realization, like the finest icicle, silently pierced a soft corner of Enya's heart that she herself hadn't fully noticed. It brought a subtle yet exceptionally clear bitterness and... a kind of indescribable displeasure, akin to the invasion of her "territory."

Is that how Suri is with Lady Yela? Is he... so obedient, even... unconsciously affectionate?

Clearly... he would feel guilty for not returning home last night, feel embarrassed by her displeasure (even crouching down to defend himself), clumsily comfort his crying sister, and risk taking people up the mountain for her request... but it seems he has never shown such a passive, yet strangely "indulgent" (though forced) demeanor in front of her.

Is it because of Lady Yela's identity? Because she is a goddess, the embodiment of the ancient will of this land, that Suri dares not rebel? Or is it because of... something else?

Chaotic thoughts, like tangled vines, grew wildly in Enya's heart. She held her sister's hand, unconsciously tightening it a little, even making Enxia feel a little uncomfortable. She looked up at her sister in confusion.

"Sister?" Enxia called softly, her eyes filled with concern. She also noticed that her sister seemed a little absent-minded, her gaze always drifting towards Brother Su Rui. Moreover, although her sister's smile was still gentle, it seemed... not as bright as before? In her eyes, there seemed to be a trace of complex emotions that she couldn't understand.

Enya was pulled back to her senses by her sister's call. She quickly loosened her grip and gave Enxia an apologetic, gentle smile: "It's okay, Xia. I was just... a little distracted. Please continue, I'm listening."

But her gaze, once again, drifted uncontrollably towards Su Rui.

This time, she happened to see that Yela's hand, which was originally resting on Suri's lower back near his tailbone, seemed to have moved down a little, and her fingertips even brushed lightly across the small area at the end of Suri's tailbone, corresponding to the base of his tail.

"Well--!"

Su Rui's body trembled violently! A clearer, more suppressed groan, a mixture of excitement and shame, finally broke through his clenched teeth, echoing loudly in the silent bedchamber. He felt as if all his strength had been drained in an instant; his already stiff body went even further, almost completely leaning against Yela. His cheeks were as red as ripe berries, even his neck and collarbone were flushed with an alluring blush, and you could even see the tiny veins beneath his skin, throbbing with excitement. He kept his eyes tightly shut, his long eyelashes trembling violently like startled butterfly wings, and fine beads of sweat even appeared on his forehead.

This intense reaction not only caused Yera's usually calm and unwavering golden eyes to flicker almost imperceptibly (as if she found Suri's "intense" reaction somewhat...amusing?), but also caused Encia, who had been secretly watching, to widen her eyes in surprise, her mouth slightly agape, and two red clouds quickly rising to her cheeks—good heavens! Where did Lady Yera touch Suri?! Such a strong reaction?!

And Enya...

The instant he witnessed Suri's intense reaction, so intense it was filled with a sense of "forced acceptance" yet strangely alluring; the moment he heard his suppressed, trembling groan; the moment he caught the almost imperceptible, almost playful, change in Yela's eyes—

The string of "reason" in Enya's heart finally snapped with a "bang".

A mixture of bitterness, displeasure, possessiveness, and a hint of competitive mentality that she herself was unaware of, like a wildfire, instantly swept through her chest and clouded her mind.

She didn't even realize what she had done.

By the time she came to her senses, she had already let go of Encia's hand and abruptly stood up from the soft couch. The movement was so sudden that it even knocked over the cushions next to her, which rolled onto the carpet with a dull thud.

This sudden commotion instantly shattered the somewhat "eerie" balance within the bedchamber.

Yera paused slightly as she massaged Suri's ears. Her golden eyes calmly turned to Enya, who had suddenly stood up, her gaze devoid of emotion, only quiet and carrying a barely perceptible sense of "waiting" as she looked at her.

The sudden noise also jolted Suri back to his senses, a struggle to shake off the confusion and shame that had been churning him. He opened his eyes slightly, tiny tears still clinging to his eyelashes from the stimulation. His vision was blurry as he looked at Enya, who had suddenly stood up, his eyes filled with a mixture of bewilderment and lingering, glistening embarrassment.

Encia was completely stunned. She looked up at her sister, who had suddenly stood up. Her expression remained gentle, but a thin layer of frost had settled between her brows, and her eyes had become unusually bright (even sharp). Encia was filled with immense confusion and… a faint, ominous premonition. Sister… what's wrong?

Enya ignored her sister's surprised gaze, and also avoided looking at Yera's calm, unwavering stare. Her gaze, like two red-hot irons, was firmly and relentlessly fixed on Suri. It was fixed on his flushed, tear-streaked face, filled with confusion and embarrassment; it was fixed on his slightly open collarbone, revealing his delicate collarbone; it was fixed on the tips of his animal ears, which were slightly red and even damp from Yera's "playing" with them.

Then, before anyone (Suri, Yela, Ensia) could react—

Enya took a step.

She didn't even look where she was going; she simply strode quickly towards the direction where Suri and Yera were. Her steps lacked the usual elegant composure of a saint's walk; instead, they carried an undeniable, almost aggressive air. Her skirt rustled softly on the carpet with each step.

As Suri watched Enya suddenly stride towards him, her face displaying a complex expression he'd never seen before—a mixture of gentleness and a certain assertiveness—alarms blared within him! He wanted to back away, to dodge, but his body was "imprisoned" by Yera, rendering him completely immobile. He could only watch helplessly as Enya, like a goddess descended to earth to "capture" a disobedient servant (or perhaps, to "snatch" him?), swiftly arrived before him.

The distance instantly shrank to the point where you could hear each other's breath.

Enya didn't even glance at Yera, as if Yera's arms around Suri's waist and her hand on his shoulder were just air. She simply stretched out her hands, her movements swift and decisive, yet with an irresistible force, and grabbed Suri's arms.

Then, pull hard!

Yera's arm around Suri's waist seemed to loosen almost imperceptibly, or perhaps she tacitly approved of Enya's actions? In any case, under Yera's seemingly casual but actually firm "restraint," Suri was actually pulled out of Yera's arms by Enya's sudden, "brute force" (relatively speaking) pull!

Suri staggered, nearly losing his balance, as his body suddenly lost its support (Yela's arm). But Enya's hand, gripping his arm, was unusually strong, firmly supporting him. Then, in an almost "claiming sovereignty" manner, she pulled him... towards herself, and then, opening her arms, she tightly embraced the still somewhat dazed Suri.

This embrace was completely different from Yela's, which was full of control and teasing. Enya's embrace was warm and soft, carrying her unique, crisp and gentle herbal scent, and an undeniable, protective and possessive strength. She held him tightly, as if trying to meld Suri into her body, her chin resting on the top of Suri's head, her arms around his back, and one hand even unconsciously stroking the back of Suri's head, her fingertips running through his silver hair, gently caressing him with a soothing yet somewhat declarative air.

Suri: "...???"

Volume 18, Chapter 1240: Enshia Doesn't Want to Miss Out

Suri was completely stunned. Her brain had completely shut down due to this series of unexpected events. One moment she was being "harassed" by Yera from all sides, so ashamed that she wanted to disappear on the spot, and the next moment, Enya "snatched" her from Yera's arms in an almost "stealing" manner, and then held her tightly?

What...what is all this?!

He could clearly feel the warmth and softness of Enya's embrace, smell her reassuring scent, and sense the undeniable strength in her hold, and... a faint, barely perceptible tremor? Was it excitement? Or... something else?

Suri stiffened as Enya held him, unsure of what to do with his hands, which hung limply at his sides. His cheeks still held the flushed red from Yera's earlier "harassment," and now, held tightly in Enya's arms, her scent filling his nostrils, the blush seemed to deepen. He raised his head slightly, trying to see Enya's expression, but his view was blocked by her soft silver hair and delicate jawline.

Yera, after Enya "stole" Suri away, didn't seem to have any particular reaction. She simply slowly withdrew her hands from Suri's waist and shoulders. Then, she turned her head slightly, her calm, golden eyes quietly looking at Enya, who was tightly holding Suri, and the bewildered, helpless silver-haired boy in her arms.

Her face remained expressionless, as if what had just been "snatched" wasn't a "toy" she'd been "teasing" for so long, but merely a snowflake that had fallen by chance. But her gaze lingered for a moment on Enya's arm, which was tightly embracing Suri. Then, almost imperceptibly, a tiny, almost invisible curve appeared at the corner of her mouth. That curve vanished in an instant, as quickly as an illusion.

She didn't speak or make any other move. She just stood there quietly, as if waiting for something, or perhaps simply enjoying the sudden "drama" starring Enya.

Encia was completely stunned. Her mouth was agape, her eyes wide, as she looked at her brother Suri, who was being held tightly in her sister's arms, then at Lady Yela, who stood quietly to the side as if it were none of her business, and finally, her gaze fell back on her sister's gentle face, which seemed to be covered by a thin layer of ice. Her heart was filled with tremendous shock and... an increasingly strong sense of excitement called "gossip"!

Good heavens! My sister actually... snatched Brother Suri from Lady Yera's arms?! And she's holding him so tightly! Lady Yera isn't angry? And she didn't stop her?! Is this... the legendary "battleground"?! Although it seems like only my sister is causing this "battleground"?

Enshia felt her heart pounding wildly with excitement and curiosity. She even temporarily forgot that she was a "guest" who had "smuggled" herself up the mountain, and she forgot the urgency of time. She just wanted to keep her eyes wide open and not miss a single detail!

Enya held Suri tightly, as if only in this way could she confirm his presence and dispel the strange and bittersweet emotions that arose in her heart from seeing him "intimate" with Yera. She could feel Suri's stiffness and bewilderment, and the burning heat of his cheek against her neck. This warmth seemed to calm the inexplicable anxiety and bitterness in her heart, but another, more complex emotion quietly began to grow.

She loosened her grip slightly, but still didn't completely let go of Su Rui. She lowered her head, looking at Su Rui's obsidian-like eyes, slightly moist with confusion and embarrassment, and the lingering blush on his face. Unconsciously, her fingers moved from the back of Su Rui's head to his cheek, her fingertips, slightly cool to the touch, gently brushing across his burning skin, across his slightly swollen, still moist lips.

This gesture carries an undisguised sense of intimacy and possessiveness.

Suri's body trembled almost imperceptibly again at the touch of Enya's fingertips. He looked into Enya's brown eyes, so close to his, filled with complex emotions (gentleness, strength, a hint of barely perceptible bitterness, and something deeper that he couldn't understand), opened his mouth as if to say something, but didn't know what to say.

Just then—

Yela, who had been standing quietly to the side, suddenly moved.

She didn't try to "steal" Suri from her again, nor did she make any aggressive or competitive moves. She simply took a small step forward, as naturally as possible, closing the distance between herself and Enya and Suri.

Then, under the somewhat bewildered gaze of Enya and the even more confused gaze of Suri—

Yela reached out her hand.

One of her hands, very naturally, just as Enya had held Suri, gently wrapped around Suri's waist (intersecting with Enya's arm, but without interfering). Her other hand, as before, rested lightly on Suri's shoulder.

In this way, Suri was completely "surrounded". In front of him was Enya, who was holding him tightly with her fingertips still on his cheek, and behind and to the side was Yela, who was gently embracing him with a cold and vast aura. He was like a poor pastry being baked in the middle of two ovens (although Yela was an "ice oven"), unable to move.

Enya looked at Yera's actions, which were almost "acquiescing" and implied "joining in," and her brows furrowed almost imperceptibly. However, she did not loosen her arms around Suri; instead, she tightened them a little, as if silently declaring: I hugged her first.

Yera's golden eyes calmly met Enya's gaze, her face still expressionless. But the fingertips of her hand, which was wrapped around Suri's waist, seemed to move slightly unintentionally, brushing against the fabric of Suri's waist and bringing a slightly itchy sensation.

Suri: "..." He felt his brain had completely crashed due to the information overload and this extremely bizarre situation. A wolf (Enya) in front, a tiger (Yela) behind, and caught in the middle... What kind of mess is this?!

However, this is not the end.

Enya seemed to be stirred by Yera's "tacit acceptance" and felt a deeper, more subtle competitive spirit (or rather, a delicate reluctance to have her "exclusivity" broken) that she herself was unaware of. Looking at Yera's calm and expressionless face, and then at Suri in her arms, who was completely bewildered, her cheeks flushed, her eyes wet, and looked as pitiful as if she were at someone's mercy, a thought suddenly arose in her mind.

She was no longer satisfied with just hugs.

She wrapped her arm around Su Rui's, adjusted her posture slightly, and then, leading Su Rui, slowly moved a few steps toward the large, soft low couch next to them.

Yera seemed to understand her intention and did not stop her. Instead, she moved along with Yera, maintaining the "pincer attack" posture.

In the end, the three of them were "frozen" in an extremely strange yet inexplicably harmonious pose by the low couch.

Enya sat down on the low couch first, but still didn't let go of Suri. She gestured (or rather, half-forced) Suri to turn to the side, and then gently pulled her down, making Suri... lie on her side.

Instead of lying on the low couch, he... lay on his side on Enya's legs, which were pressed together.

Suri: "!!!" He widened his eyes in surprise, trying to struggle to sit up, but Enya's hand was already gently but undeniably on his shoulder. At the same time, Yera sat down on the other side of the low couch with perfect ease, and then extended her hand.

Instead of hugging Su Rui, she... very naturally and gently pulled Su Rui's upper body towards herself, allowing him to lie on his side on their laps in a more comfortable position.

Enya's legs were warm and soft. Yela's legs were cool and supple.

Thus, in an extremely "humiliating" yet indescribably intimate posture, Suri lay on his side on Enya and Yera's laps. His head rested on Yera's lap (he could feel the cool touch and the soft fabric of her robe), while his upper body leaned against Enya's chest (he could feel her warm body temperature and softness). His waist was loosely encircled by Enya's arms, and his shoulders were gently supported by Yera's hand.

This pose... it's simply...!

Suri's face was flushed crimson, almost dripping blood! He felt all the blood rush to his head, his ears burning hot, even the base of his tail was tingling slightly. He wanted to jump up immediately and escape this terrible, utterly shameful situation, but his body felt completely drained, limp and immobile. Perhaps it was because this position, though shameful, was strangely...comfortable? Or perhaps it was because of the two completely different, yet equally reassuring and irresistible auras emanating from Enya and Yera?

After "settling" Suri in, Enya and Yera seemed finally "satisfied".

They didn't speak again, nor did they look at each other. Enya lowered her head, her gaze gentle (though still carrying a trace of her earlier assertiveness) falling on Suri's profile, which was flushed with shame, his eyes tightly closed, and his eyelashes still trembling slightly. She reached out her free hand, her fingertips gently stroking Suri's cheek again, then slowly moving upwards to his furry, bright red animal ears, which were completely erect with extreme embarrassment.

Her movements were even gentler and more tender than Yera's earlier. Her fingertips, like feathers, lightly brushed across the sensitive earlobe, kneading the soft tip with an almost indulgent and meticulous caress.

At the same time, Yela's hand, which had been resting on Suri's shoulder, moved. Her fingers slid slowly down Suri's shoulder to his lower back, and then, very naturally, landed on the small area at the base of his tailbone. Her touch was more "open" than before, yet also more... full of a sense of exploration and "marking." Her fingertips, with their slightly cool, almost penetrating warmth, gently circled, pressed, and kneaded that extremely sensitive area.

In front of her, Enya gently but possessively caressed her ears.

Behind her was Yella's cold and controlling "harassment" as she touched her tailbone.

Suri felt like he was going crazy! A tremendous sense of shame, mixed with an indescribable, strange sensation—a tingling, numb, and somehow secretly pleasurable feeling—waved through his fragile nerves like a surging tide. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to escape this unbearable reality with darkness. His body trembled uncontrollably and curled up, overwhelmed by the stimuli from both sides. Even more uncontrollably, a few extremely faint, trembling sobs escaped his throat, as if pleading for mercy, or perhaps… something else entirely.

He could feel his cheek pressed tightly against Yera's cool, soft robe, and he could also feel the shivers that Enya's warm fingertips brought as they lingered on his sensitive earlobe. These two completely different sensations and scents intertwined, utterly overwhelming him.

Enshia, who had been sitting on the low couch opposite and had witnessed everything from beginning to end, was now completely petrified.

Her mouth agape, her eyes wide like saucers, she stared unblinkingly at the utterly shocking scene before her. Her sister and Lady Yera, one on each side, had Brother Suri lying on their laps, and then… one was rubbing his ears, the other stroking his tail (the corresponding spot)?! And Brother Suri's expression—utterly ashamed, yet seemingly powerless to resist, and even faintly…enjoying it?!

Oh my god! This...this scene...is too...too exciting! It's a hundred times more exciting than the most outrageous Rhodes Island doujinshi she'd ever secretly read (which she'd also kept hidden away)! No, a thousand times more exciting!

Enshia felt her cheeks flush rapidly, turning as red as boiled shrimp, because of the overly "adult" and "taboo" scene before her. But she couldn't look away; her heart pounded wildly in her chest, feeling both incredibly shy and filled with immense, irrepressible curiosity and... a strange excitement.

She could even clearly see her brother Suri's pale lips, slightly parted with shame and arousal, trembling uncontrollably; she could see his long eyelashes trembling violently like butterflies in the wind, and even a few physiological, glistening tears welling up in the corners of his eyes; she could see his furry animal ears, sometimes stiffly erecting, sometimes drooping limply, under her sister's gentle kneading, the tips of his ears turning a startling red with shyness; she could even... almost imagine the indescribable stimulation brought about by Lady Yela's cool fingers "misbehaving" near his tailbone...

Ensia felt like she was suffocating. She instinctively raised her hand to cover her burning cheeks, and only through her fingers did she peek out a pair of strikingly bright blue eyes filled with curiosity, shyness and excitement, continuing to "spy" on this rare "spectacle".

Volume 18, Chapter 1241: Nothing was seen.

Lying on his side on Enya and Yela's laps, Su Rui, who was being "sandwiched" from both sides, had his eyes tightly closed and tried to pretend he couldn't see them. However, his extraordinary senses clearly captured the gaze that was directed at him from the opposite side, a gaze that was full of curiosity, shyness, and inquiry, and felt almost tangible.

It's Enshia.

Suri's heart was once again overwhelmed by immense shame at being "watched" in such a humiliating state by Ensia. He could even imagine that Ensia's face must be filled with surprise, curiosity, and that innocent yet cunning inquisitive light that belonged to a young girl.

Being "treated" like this by Yela and Enya is humiliating enough, but now they have to be watched "live-streamed" by Enxia...

Suri felt his cheeks burning hot, as if they were on fire, and even his neck and collarbone felt like they were on fire. He wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into, or turn back time to before he pushed open Encia's bedroom door.

However, the reality is that he cannot move and cannot turn back time.

In the face of extreme shame and inescapable embarrassment, a near-self-destructive, ostrich-like thought suddenly popped into Su Rui's mind—

If I can't see it, it's the same as if I'm not seen.

So, under Enya's gentle kneading, Yera's icy "harassment," and Enshia's burning gaze, Suri closed her eyes tightly, even tighter. Then, she moved her body slightly, burying her face even deeper into the cool, soft folds of Yera's robe in a more sideways position, while also turning her back more completely towards Enshia.

It's as if he's saying: I've turned around, I can't see anything anymore, so you can't see me either (looking ashamed), right?

This childish, almost self-deceptive act of avoidance caused Enya, who was gently massaging his ear, to pause almost imperceptibly. A barely perceptible, almost helpless, yet amused, gentle light flashed in her eyes. Yera's fingers, which had been "misbehaving" near his tailbone, also seemed to pause for a moment at his movement. Her golden eyes glanced indifferently at the silver-haired boy who had buried his face between his legs, and the almost imperceptible, almost playful light in her eyes seemed to deepen.

Only Enxia, ​​seeing her brother Su Rui's adorable, self-deceiving expression of "if I can't see you, you can't see me," almost couldn't help but burst out laughing. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand, but her shoulders trembled slightly as she tried to suppress her laughter. Her blue eyes, peeking out from between her fingers, curved into crescents, filled with a mixture of shyness, excitement, and a "I understand" light that was about to overflow.

Inside the bedchamber, a strange yet inexplicably harmonious "peace" once more settled. The fireplace burned quietly, its warm light enveloping the peculiar four. Enya and Yera, one on each side, were like perfectly matched partners; one rubbed the ear, the other "cared" for the tail, their movements gentle and natural, as if jointly tending to a priceless treasure. Meanwhile, the one being "cared for," Suri, buried his face in the "iceberg's" (Yera's) arms like an ostrich, trying to escape reality. The sole "audience member," Enshia, covered her face, her shoulders trembling, her eyes sparkling as she watched this magnificent "silent drama" co-starring her sister, Lady Yera, and Brother Suri.

The sky outside the window had gradually brightened. But time inside the bedchamber seemed to be frozen by the warm, eerie atmosphere, filled with an indescribable tenderness and undercurrent, flowing exceptionally slowly.

Time flowed quietly as Enya's fingertips gently kneaded Suri's earlobes and Yelana's cool touch, seemingly with an ancient rhythm, slowly brushed across Suri's sensitive area near his tailbone (corresponding to the base of his tail). Suria's ostrich-like strategy of "out of sight, out of mind" seemed so pale and powerless under the continuous "double offensive" of a mixture of tingling, itching, and indescribable stimulation. He closed his eyes tightly, burying his burning cheeks deeper into the cool, soft folds of Yelana's robe, trying to ignore the touches from all sides and the curious and excited gaze opposite him that seemed to burn two holes in his back.

However, his body reacted with utter honesty. His animal ears, under Enya's tender yet possessive kneading, would sometimes stand up sensitively, and sometimes droop limply. The blush on the tips of his ears never faded; in fact, it became even more vivid and alluring due to the continuous stimulation. His body, too, would tremble slightly from time to time as Yela's fingertips, seemingly casual but actually precise, landed on his sensitive spots. Occasionally, a few suppressed, soft whimpers, like those of a young animal, would escape from his throat, carrying unspeakable shame and a secret tremor that even he himself was unwilling to admit.

Enya's gaze mostly lingered tenderly on Suri's flushed cheeks nestled in her arms (and on her lap), and on those furry ears that seemed to be both "tortured" and "enjoying" (an illusion!) under her fingertips. The soft touch from her fingertips, and the subtle, sensitive trembling of her earlobes, replaced the subtle bitterness and displeasure she felt because of Yera with a richer, almost possessive sense of satisfaction. Suri's current obedient (forced), submissive (unable to resist), and even somewhat dependent posture, curled up between her and Yera, strangely soothed some of the turbulent thoughts in Enya's heart. She even temporarily forgot the urgency of time, forgot that her sister was watching from the other side, and was simply immersed in the warm touch of Suri on her fingertips, and in this strange and intimate atmosphere, as if holding something precious in her arms.

Yera's expression remained calm and undisturbed. Her golden eyes, like an unmelting ice lake, reflected the flickering firelight from the fireplace, and also reflected Suri's embarrassed yet powerless state. Her fingertips lingered on the sensitive area around her tailbone, her movements unhurried and deliberate, with a patient, research-like quality, as if exploring something new. Every subtle tremor in Suri's body, every suppressed groan escaping her throat, seemed unable to stir the slightest ripple in her tranquil mind. Only the occasional, almost imperceptible, slight curve of her lips betrayed a hint of near-pleasure deep within her.

The only audience member, Enshia, gradually adjusted to the overly "stimulating" scene after the initial shock, shyness, and excitement. She lowered her hand from her mouth, but her cheeks remained flushed, like a ripe apple.