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This wine is indeed very effective.

Tamamo-no-Mae held her forehead, forcing herself to look at Ian in front of her.

"Mr. Abe, I've finished my drink."

"Now, let me pour you a cup."

"Do not."

Ian smiled and shook his head.

"I still want to see you drink, Xiaoyu."

"so--"

The great Onmyoji poured himself a cup of wine and brought it to Tamamo-no-Mae's lips.

"Come on, Xiaoyu, have another drink."

You didn't touch a drop of alcohol.

Tamamo-no-Mae, on the other hand, drank several cups of sake.

Looking at her like that, you vaguely realized something.

Oops.

Tamamo-no-Mae exhaled a slight breath of hot air.

I meant to get him to drink, but in the end I ended up drinking all the time.

Tamamo-no-Mae felt that everything she saw was becoming blurry, as if everything in her eyes was covered by a thin white veil.

But that's not the most critical issue.

But -

Tamamo-no-Mae placed her hands on her legs, barely managing to suppress the intense trembling.

So hot.

My head is filled with strange thoughts, like swarms of insects crawling up and down.

But we can't just expose it like that—otherwise, the other party will definitely find out that we tampered with the wine.

Just bear with it for a bit.

Once the effects of the alcohol wear off, there's nothing to worry about.

However, Tamamo-no-Mae's idea did not come to fruition.

Because Ian quickly looked at her and then said:

"Xiaoyu."

"Is there something wrong with these drinks?"

"Eh?"

Tamamo-no-Mae looked up at the man beside her with a surprised expression.

He was right.

But she couldn't just admit it like that.

"Nothing!"

"How could there be a problem with the wine that I prepared for Mr. Abe?"

"Really, Xiaoyu?"

“Really.” Tamamo-no-Mae nodded repeatedly. “This is a dinner party between me and Mr. Abe. How could I possibly bring out any problematic wine?”

"But--"

Ian looked at Tamamo-no-Mae, whose face was flushed, touched her cheek, and his expression was somewhat complicated.

"Your face is hot and burning."

"I think."

The great Onmyoji placed his hand on the fox demon's leg.

"I'm afraid the actual situation isn't as you describe it, is it?"

"..."

Tamamo-no-Mae stared at the hand resting on her thigh, her golden eyes widening slightly, a hint of trembling in them.

"Nothing."

"How could I... how could I possibly do such a thing?"

"..."

Ian said nothing.

He silently watched Tamamo-no-Mae, whose body was burning hot, with a rather serious expression.

The latter was already feeling guilty.

With the added effects of the alcohol, even focusing one's gaze on the Great Onmyoji has become extremely difficult.

You've confirmed that the alcohol is definitely problematic.

But you also know that if you keep asking, Tamamo-no-Mae will never admit it.

However, you're not worried about this issue.

Because you have a way of making her admit it herself.

"That--"

Ian patted his thigh.

"Xiaoyu, may I sit on it?"

"Eh?"

Looking at the Great Onmyoji with his legs spread wide, Tamamo-no-Mae's already flushed cheeks now showed even more shyness.

After hesitating for a moment, she nodded.

"My concubine understands."

Feeling hot all over, Tamamo-no-Mae sat on Ian's lap.

Now, it's time for your wish to come true.

However, what she didn't expect was:

As soon as he went up, he was grabbed and hugged by the Great Yin-Yang Master.

Then her legs were pressed back until Tamamo-no-Mae saw that they were as high as her ears before she stopped.

Therefore, Ian handed the rolled-up cloth to her and held it tightly.

In this way, the fox demon lay in the arms of the great Onmyoji in a shameful way.

Tamamo-no-Mae felt a surge of secret joy.

It was quite a pity that I couldn't get the other person to drink the wine I had prepared.

but--

Given the current situation, I'm afraid I can achieve my goal even without alcohol.

What kind of attitude should I adopt to cooperate better later...?

This was the first time Tamamo-no-Mae had considered such a question.

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Then Ian's praise rang in her ears.

"Xiaoyu, I never imagined that your beauty wasn't limited to your cheeks."

"You remind me of those steamed buns that were just made in the early morning."

"is it?"

When Tamamo-no-Mae saw Ian's outstretched hand, a hint of smugness appeared in her golden eyes.

"If Mr. Abe likes it... that would be wonderful."

"It is my great honor that I can do this."

"Yes, that's really great."

Ian picked up a glass of wine that was full but hadn't been touched.

"Because that way, I can expose some lies."

"Wha, what?"

Tamamo-no-Mae suddenly realized that something was wrong.

His purpose doesn't seem to be that!

Alcoholic beverages don't necessarily have to be drunk.

It can also be used for wiping things.

Ian lightly dipped his finger in the wine and then gently wiped the fox demon treasure that reminded him of steamed buns.

Tamamo-no-Mae's golden eyes widened slightly in an instant.

Oh no.

It's useful there...

Rinka's sake was spread very evenly on the fox demon's steamed bun treasure.

Each wipe sent a shiver down Tamamo-no-Mae's spine.

She tried to stop it all:

"Mr. Abe...is that alright?"