About the time I was picked up and adopted by Tallulah

“——” “——”

Following Orson's loud questioning, Lappland and Texas both froze in place, looking at each other in a daze.

"You...didn't think of killing me, Lappland?"

"You don't hate me, Texas?"

The two asked each other in unison, and then fell into silence again in tacit understanding.

"……well"

Orson, who was sandwiched between the two, sighed. He vaguely understood the relationship between Texas and Lapland.

Texas left Syracuse alone because she didn't want Lappland to continue following her on a meaningless revenge that would cost her her life sooner or later. However, she believed that Lappland would want to kill her as a traitor because of her "betrayal".

Lapland always thought that she had dragged Texas into the water and had been hated by Texas. Although she was indeed angry about Texas's "escape" for a while, Lapland soon changed her attitude. If Texas could really find the "light" that he never had, it would be a kind of redemption for herself.

For this reason, Lapland even planned to completely break with Texas here today and sacrifice himself to Texas.

Two lone wolves who had suffered the same disaster, witnessed hell, and did not like to confide in others almost made an irreparable mistake because of their intertwined wills.

Fortunately, thanks to the existence of Orson, the "light bulb" who can sense heart sounds, the rift between the two wolves was finally exposed.

"When you said that we would die together...were you planning to kill me?"

"Why would you interpret that statement like that...why did you attack Orson that day?"

The two wolves have not been able to easily accept the current situation and are still being stubborn with each other.

"Attack? Hahaha! You are so naive, Texas. That day or today, do you think we were fighting? We were in OXOX! - Texas, can you do it?"

Still affected by the aftermath of the Chimera Blood's forbidden symptoms, a somewhat manic Lappland laughed loudly and spoke, and the next second the air stagnated.

"—"

Texas' eyes widened.

“Ehhhhhhhh!?”

Orson wailed.

"-ω-...I let it slip in the nick of time."

Lappland ruffled her hair.

Immediately following:

"Explain it to me, Lapland, Orson!"

Texas entered the second stage mode directly after accumulating enough anger. She walked towards the two of them with great momentum.

"It means exactly what it says, Texas~"

"Stop tickling me!?"

Lappland giggled and hid behind Orson as a shield, while Texas still kept pressing in front of Orson and tried to pull Lappland out from behind him.

The three of them retreated from the church hall to the enclosed outdoor garden outside the church.

"Texas...at least put your clothes on first..."

Orson, caught between the two, was somewhat incoherent, not even knowing where to look. Lappland, wearing only a thin white shirt, pressed tightly against him from behind. He could even smell the faint mint scent of her.

In front of him stood Texas, dressed only in pure white underwear, clinging to him, constantly reaching out to grab the dog. Orson could even see his own idiotic face reflected in Texas's eyes, unsure of what expression to put on.

“…!? Close your eyes… now!”

After hearing Orson's words, Texas realized how "unrestrained" his current outfit was. Texas, who always had a cold expression, finally showed a panic and shy face.

“Puff!”

"Hahaha, what a mess, Dexa... woooo!"

Texas reached out his hand to cover Orson's eyes but accidentally poked Orson's nose. Orson screamed and fell backwards. Lappland, who was gloating behind Orson, didn't react for a while and fell backwards as well.

"Be careful—ugh!"

Texas reached out to grab the two men, but naturally he was pulled into the water by the two men who were heavier than him.

Pfft! !

With the sound of high diving, the three of them twisted into a ball and jumped into the pool in the garden.

"Gulululululu—cough cough!"

"Woo!"

Orson stuck his head out of the water to breathe air, and then a very short scream came from in front of him.

"Texas? Are you okay... I-I didn't see anything!"

Orson recognized that the owner of the short, mournful cry was Texas. He asked the other party's name in panic, but as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Texas, whose body was soaked in water and almost stuck to him, almost mouth to mouth.

“…Don’t look at me.”

Texas was also a little panicked. She tried to distance herself from Orson while reaching out to cover his eyes.

However, before her palm touched Orson, it was grasped by another white and slender hand and pulled forward fiercely.

"Wait a minute..."

Snapped!

Texas didn't even have time to react because she was suddenly pulled forward by an external force and fell completely on Orson.

"Hahaha, don't be so shy, Texas—how long are you going to maintain that good girl disguise? In front of me, you just need to release your most primitive desires."

Lappland, who was behind Orson, laughed loudly. She pulled Texas to Orson's chest and unfastened the buckle of Texas's shoulder straps.

After an inaudible click, the last bit of disguise on Texas' chest fell off completely, and the pair of pure white and cute hemispheres were softly attached to Orson's shirt. Orson could even feel the slight itchy stimulation brought by the unique bulge very clearly.

"...!!!"

This time, Texas' cheeks were completely crimson, and even the inside of the gray wolf's hair turned red, with steam coming out of it like in an anime.

"Lappland—! This isn't a prank anymore, stop it now! Or I'm gonna wuwuwu!?"

Orson screamed in panic and tried to struggle. However, as a "special chimera," his physique was no match for the Luper tribe. Clamped from behind by Lappland, Orson was completely unable to break free. Before he could even utter a harsh word, Lappland bit his ear and teased him with her tongue, causing him to make an embarrassing sound.

"That's about enough of that, you stupid dog...!"

Texas blushed and questioned Lappland in a low voice. If Texas stood up at this moment, her most naked side would be seen clearly by Orson, but she couldn't maintain this posture. The constant rubbing of Orson's shirt made Texas feel a little strange.

"Still shy, Texas? This is really unlike you, haha. But think about it, you were always following me back in Syracuse. It's impossible for you to catch up with me in this kind of situation, right? If you can't completely let go of that meaningless shame, how about starting with a kiss? You still can't do it, Texas?"

Lappland laughed and continued to add fuel to the fire, while Texas, who was still clinging to Orson, was extremely embarrassed.

"You probably accidentally took the O-drug, didn't you, Lappland...?! Why do you act so experienced?"

"Bai, idiot, even so, I'm faster!"

Orson complained loudly, and Lappland, who had been mocking Texas before, was also a little panicked. After all, when it comes to relationships between men and women, Lapland and Texas are really almost the same, especially Lapland, who was so-called "one step faster" and was won in a daze with a confused look on his face.

"I've had enough of your ridicule, Lappland—"

Texas clenched her fists, and then the next second she stood up, ignoring her nakedness in front of Orson, and directly pressed her small lips against his.

"Mmmmm!!" (Translation: I'm fed up with Lappland kissing me!)

"Yes, yes, that's it... Release all you have, Texas! Haha, Orson, you'll conquer a wolf from Syracuse in no time!"

Stimulated by Texas' impulsive behavior, Lapland's inner desire was rekindled. She opened her teeth and bit Orson's slender neck. At the same time, she released the arm that was restraining Orson and unbuttoned her pure white shirt.

"That idiot Lappland... Of course I can do it!"

Texas was not to be outdone. After the initial entanglement and confusion, the gray wolf seemed to resonate with the situation and freed the last shackles of rationality in his heart.

Texas pounced on Orson and Lappland together. The two wolves sandwiched the prey in the middle, one in front and one behind, and scrambled to try to get as much of their breath on the prey as possible.

These two wolves have been lonely for too long. Coming all the way from their destroyed family in Syracuse, they have never had anyone who could be called a "companion" around them.

The white wolf and the gray wolf, two completely different yet extremely similar loners, have been searching and waiting for the existence called "home" in their endless wanderings.

And now, Texas had found it. Someone who could help him without asking for anything in return, who could look his blood-stained hands in the face, who could give him the will to keep going.

Texas is always an extremely rational being. It is precisely because of this that when she abandons her rationality, the wildness that has been suppressed for years completely breaks out at this moment.

As for Lappland, the white wolf that originally came to wait for her death, she also found the "thread" that allowed her to continue living.

Although she was still confused about whether she was qualified to touch the boy, she was still worried about whether she should not touch the light that Texas had worked so hard to obtain.

But the moment Lappland saw Texas take the initiative to attack, Lappland's ease, playfulness, and disguise were all completely shattered.

The white wolf was as anxious as if she was about to see her prey being snatched away. Because of this, she no longer had the energy to disguise herself as madness, but instead pounced on it immediately.

In the garden's pool, the taboos of Syracuse, the rules of Longmen, and the reserved restraint were all thrown behind their heads. The two Rupers abandoned everything like a last carnival, just to get more warmth from the body of the young man in front of them.

Texas bit the fingerless gloves off with her teeth because the leather blocked the feel she would get from touching them.

Lapland threw the clothes aside. She was eager to let Orson's back feel a softer and more comfortable touch than Texas.

Texas tore open Orson's shirt. She couldn't wait to feel the warmth of their skin against each other.

Lappland leaned over from behind and kissed Orson. She wanted to use her saliva to wash away the smell left by Texas.

Texas straightened her waist slightly. She had never seen this before, and had no idea what to do next. But as if this trace had already been left in her DNA in order to continue her life, Texas took the initiative to explore the boy's lower body.

……

Finally, the two wolves, no longer alone, merged with the Chimera, again and again, until Lapland no longer had the strength to pray, until Texas couldn't even stand up smoothly—

A few hours later—

"Oh my...how about just treating it as an accident, Orson?"

"...I'll pay for the medical bills for the scratches and bites."

Lapland and Texas sat on the bench, one on each side, talking in low voices.

"I just came to deliver the antidote... Why did it turn out like this...?"

Orson, who was caught in the middle, was in tears.

51. Exiah lost

In a remote, deserted church, Texas and Lappland sat on a bench near the pulpit. The two wolves from Syracuse tacitly adjusted their wrinkled and water-stained clothing, occasionally glancing at each other in silence.

"I didn't expect you to be so secretive, Texas. I thought people like you would just take off your clothes and hug each other, haha, you always bring me all kinds of 'surprises'~"

Lappland was the first to speak. The white wolf wiped the water droplets from his forehead and spoke to Texas in a teasing manner.

"...I just accidentally fell into your rhythm. I'm different from you. I'm not that unruly and careless about my own ethics."

Texas retorted quietly, constantly wiping his wet tail with the towel.

"Ha, you're taking it for granted, aren't you, Texas? Even I wouldn't hunt rotten meat for no reason. But you actually made that expression at that time... How long have you been secretly in love with Coyotito? Haha, the great 'Miss Texas' didn't expect her true form to be such an easily given-up foolish gray wolf?"

"……Shut up."

Texas turned his head away, trying to hide his blushing cheeks, and at the same time coldly signaled to Lappland that he was not interested in this topic.

"Don't be so cold, Texas. We've become closer now, sharing the same prey."

Lappland stuck close to Texas with a wicked smile. She put one hand around the back of Texas's shoulders and gently tickled Texas' ear. Then she put her lips to Texas' other ear and whispered.

"It shouldn't have been this fast...you silly dog."

Texas shook his head and broke free from Lappland, whispering with some regret.

"Hahaha, don't make such a tangled expression, Texas. If you truly feel extremely regretful and believe that the last bloodline of the Texas family has been tarnished, then use the Originium Sword to kill Orson. That idiot will definitely just dodge and apologize profusely."

"Idiot, I know..."

Texas sighed. She knew Orson's character very well. Although according to the actual situation, it was the two women who had raped the unlucky boy one after another, but according to Orson's character, he would definitely blame himself for what happened today.

"Lappland, I just cleaned up the area around the pool. I also noticed that some flowers in the corner are short of water. Do you see where the kettle is?"

Speak of the devil, and here he is. Orson half-poked his body out from the church's outdoor garden. He was wearing an apron that he had found somewhere, holding a shovel in one hand, and asked Lappland where the shower was.

"…Probably in the cabinet over there."

Lappland pointed to a cabinet with a subtle expression.

Generally speaking, after experiencing such an "explosive" thing, the person's mentality will definitely change.