They're not even human anymore; those wicked women can cry even more miserably.

The housekeeper is online.

"Please be mindful of your manners, senior!"

With a hint of ferocity in her eyes and an extremely cold demeanor, the emotionless succubus princess actually dared to stand in front of her master and shield him from the overly enthusiastic senior.

Even her shy and socially awkward nature was suppressed.

After all, if you keep being socially awkward, your owner might get stolen away!

Sistine blinked, the confusion in her mind receding slightly, and she gradually came back to her senses from her longing for a state of selflessness.

Looking at the unfriendly girl in front of him, especially her gaze that was gradually lowering his head.

It's a bit chilly.

But it wasn't because of Lonely's gaze.

A gentle breeze drifted into the room through the open window.

The torn strips of cloth were fluttering around, making my skin feel a little itchy.

The monstrous creature held up the strip of cloth, its tattered edges swaying precariously in the wind.

Large areas of her fair skin were exposed.

Sistine's mind went blank.

What happened to the clothes?

The image of rushing to Char and taking his hand to her heart flashed through her mind again.

Previously, I was immersed in the yearning for the realm of nothingness, and only had the desire to pursue the way of the sword.

Now that reason has returned, recalling my previous actions makes me want to repeatedly commit suicide.

Especially when faced with Oboro's cold and wary gaze, Sistine felt increasingly ashamed.

If she said that the person she just saw wasn't herself, would she believe her?

Steam began to rise visibly.

Her face grew increasingly flushed, and the color spread throughout her body.

Most importantly, she realized that she was still standing there disheveled.

The girl's gaze, and the junior she was protecting behind her.

What did she just do?!

Why does it become like this?

"Oh!"

After a gasp, the blonde sword saintess disappeared from Xia's sight.

He turned into a gust of wind.

Sistine, in her haste to escape, even forgot her original purpose.

The idea of ​​kicking out the junior students who moved in has long been forgotten.

The gate swayed twice in the breeze as people walked by, then returned to its normal position.

Only a faint aroma of wine lingered in the air.

Xia looked in the direction of the door, feeling a complex mix of emotions.

Thus, the farce, which started strong but ended weakly, came to an end.

When Xia looked away, he was met with a suspicious look from Oboro.

"What are you looking at me for?"

Long had a bad feeling, and her tone still carried a hint of hostility.

Why was he looking in the direction of the gate like that?

Combined with what she had just witnessed, Oboro's sense of foreboding intensified.

"Are you excited?"

Char nodded, admitting it with a self-assured air.

"correct."

Despite being looked at as if he were a scumbag by Oboro, Char remained confident.

"What's wrong with liking older women!"

The graceful figure of a beautiful sword dance subconsciously appeared in Long's mind.

A pure and holy temperament, an exquisite face, and an impeccably perfect figure.

I have to admit, it's really beautiful.

It was a complete baptism of the soul and the eyes.

But when Long looked down at herself, she was speechless.

She was just asking tentatively, so why did the owner answer with such confidence?

She was left speechless.

Looking at my flat-chested body, I felt a little sad.

He likes big ones.

Long was already pondering the question of her heart: should she return to the Dreamland and find a way to allow herself to develop a second time?

After all, with the superior bloodline of a succubus, I definitely still have a chance!

Just then, something soft suddenly pressed against me from behind.

The elastic pressure, carrying a slightly damp and warm scent, pressed against her slender back, and a delicate fragrance mixed with the aroma of wine instantly enveloped her.

Long, who was contemplating a major life decision, suddenly froze.

With no external enemies around, she reverted to her socially anxious nature.

Even though it wasn't the first time Nia had hugged him, he still couldn't help feeling embarrassed and awkward.

"Woo~"

The drunken Nia mumbled incoherently.

Her tender little face was flushed, and her red lips were slightly parted.

Xiu Mei frowned slightly, seemingly in some discomfort, but her expression was one of blissful intoxication.

He was obviously drunk.

Char's gaze fell on the table, where there was a half-empty wine glass.

Nia secretly drank alcohol while Char and Oboro were chatting.

Although the dosage is very small, the effect is outstanding.

Xia stared blankly, dumbfounded.

He turned to look at the glass, which was still half full of wine. He remembered that it was only eight-tenths full when he poured the wine.

Is this all there is to it?

He was surprised; Nia was still unhappy.

Nia wrapped her arms around Long's waist, rested her chin on her shoulder, and looked at Xia with a somewhat confused expression and dissatisfaction.

She pouted her red lips, her voice muffled.

"You said... to sip it, it'll be fine, you're lying!"

She only drank a little bit, and she felt terrible at all!

Xia confirmed repeatedly that he had indeed only drunk a little bit.

Is the Elf Princess really that bad at drinking?

That's so disappointing.

But even more disappointing was Oboro.

From the moment she was hugged, the blush on her face never faded, and it even seemed to be getting redder.

At first, Xia thought she was just uncomfortable being hugged and not used to such close contact with people.

Until her eyes glazed over and her face became wooden.

He got drunk after only being exposed to the smell of alcohol for a short while.

In a short while, the two succubi and elves, who had transformed into drunken cats, became limp and lifeless.

Their bodies were soft and boneless, one on each side of Char.

Oboro stretched out its paws and clung to Char's shoulders, hanging its whole body on him.

Her soft, white-stockinged little feet were curled up, gazing longingly in Nia's direction.

Nia leaned against the other side, snuggling close, her soft body perfectly nestled in Xia's arms, her beautiful legs knees together, her jade feet apart, her hands holding a wine glass, sipping it slowly.