What should I do if the hero is resurrected in the Monster Girl Encyclopedia?

Chapter 160 Bubble Machine (4K, repost)
Hiolitta's silver-white figure filled the entire room.

Literally.

Bubbles of all colors and sizes continue to gush forth from the arms of love that were detached from the bed. They float in the air, colliding and refracting the moonlight streaming in through the window. With each bursting bubble, a love whisper that Hiolitta herself recorded years ago can be heard.

boo.

A tiny bubble drifted slowly onto Hyolitta's face, then gently burst.

"What does Lord Mirad smell like? I bet it'll smell like wheat, and... let me think... it'll also have the fragrance of lemon! Hehehe, when I meet you, I'm going to collect all of Lord Mirad's old clothes to use as a pillow..."

Siolitta, expressionless, slowly turned her head to meet the gaze of Obora, who sat on the edge of the bed, her face equally resigned. They could both see a hint of helplessness in each other's eyes.
"So... you guys got really into it while chatting and decided to test out your mechanical talents after turning into little monsters, making all sorts of modifications to the Arm of Love, and now... it just won't stop?"

"Haha... my hands are itching so badly, my hands are itching so badly..."

Luo Ran chuckled dryly, her eyes darting around. "And look, Xiao Xi, I did add a new function to Mirad's arm armor, you know?"

To prove she wasn't just causing trouble, Luo Gen guiltily raised the Love Arm that was still bubbling. Her skillful hands quickly pressed several times on the relief on its surface, and with a soft click, a small hand mirror popped out from its forearm.

...and above it was a live feed of Kieslfield's unguarded sleeping face.

Ah, she's sleeping soundly.

Her fiery blonde hair cascaded across the pillow, a few strands playfully clinging to her cheeks. Kieslfield's lips were slightly parted, a glistening drop of saliva even trickling down her chin, leaving a small, dark trail. Her light makeup hadn't been removed yet… her lips, with their subtle pearlescent sheen, still held an alluring pink hue.

Could this busty stunner have been waiting for a call while holding a mirror, but never received it, and just fallen into a deep sleep?
Lord Mirad, your sins are grave.

Hiolitta closed her eyes in sorrow... Then, she decisively moved closer to Lorenzo, picked up a mirror, and perfectly preserved Kissfield's sleeping face at the best angle, intending to use it to blackmail her later.

Without looking up, Hiolitta continued, "I guess Professor Opola, you were called here for this reason too...?"

Lorenz smiled and waved her hand. "Ah, actually, no. When Mirad and I went back to our room, Professor Obora was already waiting there, wearing such cute pajamas! Oh well, she changed out quickly..."

"Because, according to the schedule, it's my turn today..."

Obora's voice remained calm. But her eyes involuntarily avoided Hyolita's probing gaze.

Wow, you actually arranged a schedule with Orphius? It seems that, unbeknownst to me, this usually quiet old goat not only enjoyed some appetizers but also developed a close relationship with her.

Hiolitta gave a forced smile. "Even Teacher Obora can't solve the problem of the Arm of Love? Oh dear, that's troublesome..."

"You set the key... It's a miracle that this thing can add new functions."

Epora rubbed her temples, clearly not wanting to continue the topic.

…She didn’t want to stay in this awkward place either.

She had seen the sticky way Mirad and Loran entered the room, and the mingled scents on their bodies and the magic that had begun to circulate indicated that the two of them had reached a higher realm together.

She immediately used shapeshifting magic, trying to silently conceal herself and leave, but was stimulated by Mirad's increasingly strong scent, recalling the scene in the mascot costume that day... Her mind went blank, and the spell went awry. In the end, the magic that was supposed to make her completely invisible only turned her rather conservative and cute pajamas into a different version.

“I’m sorry, Siolitta,”

Mirad said in a muffled voice, "It's so late, and I'm still dragging you into this."

"Hmm, showing your belly when apologizing is common sense, you know? My dear Lord Mirad? And are you really only apologizing for troubling me? I think it's more than that..."

Hiolitta's voice became sweet again, and her red eyes scanned back and forth across his abdomen.
"After using it for so long, it's become so dependent on the 'Love Arm' that you can't fight properly, right? So, if you want me to fix it..."

"Show your belly...? Okay."

His answer was crisp and decisive, without the slightest hesitation. Before Loran, Hyolita, and even Obola could react, Mirad had already reached out and lifted the hem of his shirt, exposing his well-defined abdomen to the air.

Mirad's physique wasn't as impressive as Ryan's or Bishop Patrice's... but that was only relatively speaking. From any angle, he could be considered robust.

Hiolitta was quite satisfied; she clapped her hands, the applause crisp and clear.
"Okay, since you're so sincere and generous, I accept your apology. Whether it was the sudden interruption or something else... I forgive you~?"

"You want more than just this, don't you?"

Mirad was fully aware that Loran and he were now undoubtedly... in a relationship that was both close friends and partners.

He was indeed a traditionalist in Creteia, a proponent of monogamy, and knew that some people could have several partners at the same time, but he never thought that he would one day reach this point himself.

But since he had already done it, he should take responsibility and bear all the burdens he was supposed to bear. That's what he has always done.

He said to Siolitta, "I won't scold you this time, just do it."

"...Ahaha. Lord Mirard, you're so oblivious. That's not what I want right now. Girls' minds are hard to understand, aren't they? I know, I know... but I believe you'll understand someday, Lord Mirard... Oh right, no outside help allowed! I'm talking about you, Rosen!"

Hiolitta pointed a finger at Loran, who was about to whisper in Milad's ear to report him.

The latter, exposed, chuckled and instead of backing down, pounced on the bed and picked up the unsuspecting Hyolitta.

The two girls rolled around on Mirad's soft bed, their limbs intertwined, their laughter filling the room. As they rolled, they also popped a lot of floating bubbles, making the scene even more chaotic.

Mirand was still pondering the meaning of Hiolitta's words... Had he been too confident and misunderstood? Had he misjudged?
He looked at Obola with pleading eyes, only to find that the latter's gaze was blank and she didn't even realize that Mirad was looking over.

...I always feel that the other person is thinking something very impolite.

However, it seems she can't give any hints.

"Hehehe, my dear Princess of the Great Mirad Kingdom, if you really don't want to... do you just want to watch me, your servant, be bullied by bad guys?"

Loren sat on Hyolitta, pressing down on her waist and firmly occupying the upper position.

Looking at the demon princess beneath him, her face flushed as she tried to break free, he felt a surge of accomplishment, even though he knew she wasn't using force and was just playing along.

Wow, she, Luo Gen, is now a woman who can single-handedly suppress Lilim!
Loran, in a playful mood, turned around so that Mirad could clearly see Hyolitta's somewhat comical face.

"How cruel! How perverse! Is this how you treat your loyal servants who have followed you for years?! You tyrannical princess, so high and mighty, laughing at your subordinates' suffering and taking pleasure in it! I will punish you!" "...I don't have a lowly servant like you! And why do I always have to be a villain... Besides, you're blocking my view. Even though you gave up your spot, I still can't see Lord Mirad's movements, you know? And don't touch my wings without permission...!"

Hiolitta's wings were being pinched unbearably by Loran, and she tried to push away the hand that was kneading the base of her membranous wings with her elbow, but Loran nimbly dodged her.

How could a mere Luo Ran possibly escape...!
Her eyes caught a glimpse of golden magic in Luo Gen's hand, and she turned her head away in shock!
Are you still here, Professor Ebola?

He actually silently cast a strengthening spell on Luo Ran?

Tears welled up from the betrayal and abandonment of her loved ones, and Hiolitta covered her mouth, sobbing softly: "What are you pretending to be so focused on? You old hag, with only ashes on the surface but a smoldering fire inside! You must be thinking nothing but rebellion! As the court mage of my great kingdom of Mirad, how dare you collude with your servants to plot treason? I will throw you into prison for the heinous crime of usurpation!"

"Ahem... I think Your Highness, you should at least give it a try..."

"What are you trying to do! And Loran... let go... no, let go of my legs! Lord Mirad! Please control this huge little monster!"

"Don't make a sound. I'm thinking."

"If you keep thinking like this, I'm going to be subdued by this willful and arrogant scoundrel of a waiter!"

Siolitta let out an exaggerated wail, stretching her pale neck toward Mirad for help, her cheeks flushing slightly from the struggle.

"What nonsense are you talking about! My beloved, dear, lovely princess..."

With a mischievous grin, Luo Gen picked up the Love Arm that was still spewing bubbles and aimed the outlet at Xiolita, letting the bubbles, which contained words of love and her own dancing figure, pour out and burst on Xiolita's face.

So she recorded one message after another, almost filling the room.

Luo Gently pinched a bubble and slowly popped it, letting out a voice: "I wonder what kind of girl Lord Mirad likes...? But you'll definitely like me, after all, I'm so cute and charming, hehehe..."

"Sister, you actually recorded something like this in here? I'm a little embarrassed listening to it, hehe."

Luo Gen raised an eyebrow upon hearing this. "Ahem, dear Princess, what I meant was, I just wanted you to be more frank... If you're embarrassed, would you like to hear about my past? Let me tell you, at first I wanted to use my strengths to suppress..."

"I won't listen! I won't listen! I won't listen! If I hear it, I won't be able to resist! I don't want to face this until Lord Mirad understands!"

"...Tsk. You guys are so noisy."

With a punch that shattered the wall, the one who entered with a cold face was... the former Demon Lord Ophius!
Her pure white, snake-like eyes coldly swept over the two entangled figures on the bed, then lingered on the man who seemed to be lost in thought.

“Oh, Orpheus, you’ve come…I wanted to ask you…”

Ignoring the warning from Hiolitta that he shouldn't seek outside assistance, Mirad was about to ask a question when he saw Orpheus, writhing his enormous serpentine body, squat down in front of him and examine his abdominal muscles with curious eyes.

"..." Siolitta's eyes widened.

"..." Luo Geng raised an eyebrow, watching with great interest.

“…” Obola stared intently.

“…” Mirad subconsciously took a step back and tugged at the hem of his clothes.

“ZZZZ…” Kieslfield was sleeping soundly!

"Oh, oh, oh... the brave Orpheus has already launched the first attack! Your Highness, come and see how our formidable enemy has been defeated... it will surely be of great benefit to you in the future..."

But soon, Orpheus straightened up, yawned, curled up on the ground, and remained expressionless.

"Ah, the hero on whom so much hope was placed has lost," Siolitta announced coldly.

"What a useless piece of trash, this cold-faced snake who just eats and sleeps. Is the only hero in our country besides her the hot girl who's still fast asleep? We're doomed!" Luo Geng covered her eyes, unable to bear looking at her.

"One's far away and useless, the other just eats and sleeps all day long, they're really doomed. Sigh... Get up!"

Having come this far, Hyolita could naturally see through the thoughts of the girls surrounding her.

But now she can only politely decline this offer.

"Hehe, as you wish, my princess." Rising from Hiolitta, Lorenzo rubbed his hands together with a fawning smile, acting like a sycophantic servant.
"Whatever you say."

With a helpless expression, Siolitta tidied her disheveled hair, walked up to Mirad, and tilted her head back.

Her long, gelatinous tail swished and gently touched Mirad's arm.

"I'm sorry, Lord Mirad. I won't do it until you've thought it through. But you must be tired today, right? So sit on the bed and let my tail give you a massage? I think my tail is no worse than someone's forked tongue..."

"Give me some time," Mirad said, sounding somewhat helpless.

"Alright, alright, I'm not going to run away. Lord Mirad, you can certainly take your time to think it over and figure out... what I really want..."

Her attentiveness was like that of a mother caring for her newborn child. Her heart-shaped tail drew circles on Mirard's chest as she took flight, her small hands pressing on Mirard's shoulders to soothe his tense muscles.

"It's okay if I can't figure it out tonight, I'll keep waiting for your answer."

"Huh... I can hear the old man, the short fake nun, and Rosen's voices... What are you all yelling about..."

Kissfield rubbed her sleepy eyes, yawned, and picked up the hand mirror.

The next second, upon realizing what she had seen, her previously dazed face instantly turned bright red, and the mirror in her hand nearly fell to the ground as if it were a branding iron.

Hmm...? That's strange.

The scene showed four people: Hiolitta, the uncle, Loran, and Orpheus... but why was my vision still suspended in the air, and even trembling slightly?
Who's holding their hand mirror? It's at this height; it shouldn't be on a table...?
Filled with questions, Kissfield, who didn't want to stay up all night, stayed up all night.

(End of this chapter)