Didn't you go to Teyvat to earn money to support me?

He was surprised to find that things were not as he had imagined! Cecilia had not changed her clothes at all. She had just taken off her Valkyrie uniform and was only wearing a high-waisted vest-style bra and black stockings. She was facing away from him and was trying to untie the bra straps at the back of her long hair.

"Help me, Bubu, I forgot this is underwear for combat, the fastening is at the back," Cecilia said in a slightly embarrassed voice. "I... can't reach it."

"You're a Valkyrie and you can't reach it? Are you kidding me?" Brunhilde pointed out the flaw sternly. You're just trying to find an excuse to give me some fanservice, you lolicon!

“I really can’t reach it… I usually have a maid to help me get dressed…” Cecilia said, feeling wronged.

The boy sighed, "Shouldn't you call a clerk at a time like this? Sister Leah, don't you think it's a bit inappropriate for you to let me in?"

“Hehe, we Shaniat family are Christians, so we’re quite conservative in this regard. It’s best not to let strangers see your naked body before marriage,” Cecilia chuckled. “Only family members don’t mind each other, but it’s more convenient for Bubu.”

Brunhilde realized that she seemed to subconsciously not consider herself a stranger, and hadn't even realized that he was a boy yet.

He took a deep breath. The air was filled with the Saintess's body fragrance and a faint, slight smell of sweat from the thick stockings that had been inside her boots for a long time. It wasn't strong, because Cecilia, as a Valkyrie, rarely sweated. The smell was mainly from the friction between the stockings and the boots.

It's a feeling unique to girls that makes boys' hearts flutter.

Brunhilde realized that what he was thinking was not in line with his aloof personality, so he quickly gathered his thoughts, pulled aside Cecilia's long hair, and unhooked her bra.

“Close your eyes,” Cecilia whispered.

Brunhilde knew she was going to change her underwear, so she closed her eyes and could only hear the rustling sounds of her changing.

The changing room was too small; her elbow occasionally brushed against Brunhilde's cheek, and her long hair, sometimes lifted up, would tickle the boy's nose. Brunhilde leaned against the door, trying not to think about what Cecilia, who was less than twenty centimeters away from him, was doing. He only felt that the place was too cramped and was afraid that Cecilia might slip and fall on him.

"Should we call the police? I'm only fourteen..." Brunhilde couldn't help but think.

Chapter 40 No wonder Bubu likes to wear loose-fitting clothes.

The scene was bizarre. The boy was well aware that he needed to avoid suspicion because of his gender, but the girl was completely oblivious. In this ambiguous and cramped environment, Brunhilde tried her best to stay close to the door, avoiding touching Cecilia.

Even though he was the one who was the child, he still felt guilty for encountering such a naive and innocent saintess.

Cecilia may indeed have been pampered throughout her family life, but that doesn't mean she was spoiled. As a Valkyrie, she was used to fighting and killing, so it was impossible for her to be pampered. However, it's normal for a young lady from a large family to have her daily life taken care of by others, resulting in extremely poor self-care abilities. Brunhilde had already closed her eyes for five minutes, but Cecilia's efforts to zip up her stockings and tighten her zipper continued, occasionally nudging him, forcing the boy to continue hunching over against the door.

Then he heard Cecilia's somewhat shy voice say, "You can look now."

"No, no, no, Sister Leah, please change first! I can tell from your tone that you haven't changed properly!" Brunhilde was very cautious, not daring to offer herself any perks. She was joking, this was the woman his older sister had her eye on! As the little princess of a knightly family, she was deeply indebted to her sister; how could she act recklessly and take advantage of her sister-in-law? She deserved to be dragged out and stabbed three times and six times!

“It’s okay, Bubu, you’re Siegfried’s brother, how come you’re more conservative than our Schariac family’s daughters?” Cecilia suppressed her shyness and whispered, “You can look, but there’s one more thing… it’s too small to wear.”

Brunhilde swallowed almost imperceptibly, cautiously opened her eyes, and sure enough, the race queen Cecilia was already almost fully dressed.

She was wearing a black and white patent leather racing jumpsuit, with a deep V-neck that accentuated her slender waist, making her already impressive breasts appear full and firm. Since it was a racing jumpsuit, she had also already put on super-short shorts.

This black and white racing suit is quite wild and sexy, paired with Cecilia's deliberately loose white hair. Unlike the gentle saintess, this is another side of her—her heroic and proud nature.

"How is it?" Cecilia asked shyly. "I rarely wear this kind of clothing. After all, I am the face of the Shaniat family to the outside world, and it is impossible for me to wear such clothes in public. Unless I am in the family castle, I can only wear this kind of clothing for my own sake."

“I know that as a lady, I shouldn’t be so enthusiastic.” Brunhilde leaned back forcefully, bending down to try and divert attention from Cecilia’s slender waist. “But anyway… it’s stunning.”

“I thought Bubu, with her quiet personality, wouldn’t like such a daring outfit.” Cecilia’s face flushed slightly. “Then let’s buy it. When we wear it again in the future, we can both look at it together.”

"Hmm," Brunhilde replied somewhat perfunctorily, then quickly continued, "You just said there was anything else that was inconvenient to wear?"

Cecilia pursed her lips and gently lifted the package in her hand. Brunhilde took it, opened it, and was surprised to find a pair of incredibly soft, creamy-white stockings inside.

“The changing room is too small, and you’ve taken up so much space, I… can’t stretch my legs out, and I can’t put on my socks.” Cecilia’s face flushed, and Brunhilde finally understood why she was still shy even though she didn’t think he needed to avoid her. “So…”

"I'm leaving?" Brunhilde immediately tried to open the door and escape.

“It’s too much trouble for you to go out and come back in, you don’t need to do that,” Cecilia said quickly. “Actually, it’s very simple. Although the space is a bit small, as long as you stand behind me and hold me, there will be room for me to move around. I can then straighten my legs and put on my socks.”

Brunhilde hunched over slightly, a troubled look on her face.

"Well... I think I'll go out."

Please stop torturing me, okay? You're so naive and don't realize there's anything wrong with this, but I really... I'm really not that innocent!

"Don't go out! I... I'm too embarrassed to go out to find you in this outfit. You'll just stay here and finish looking at it, then give me your feedback! You have to stay here!" Cecilia stomped her foot and glared at him. "Don't waste time, there are other outfits to see after this one!"

The boy stared in awkward disbelief, gritted his teeth, and turned to switch places with Cecilia, standing behind her.

This time he found that he couldn't bend back anymore. The changing room was being used as a storage room by the staff, with a bunch of empty shoe boxes piled up against his waist, forcing him to stand up straight.

“Hold me up,” Cecilia said, standing on one leg, lifting her right leg, slipping her tight, shiny thigh-high sock boots onto her toes, and then clumsily pulling them up.

Brunhilde supported her waist from behind. Actually, with the Valkyrie's balance, she didn't need support at all, but Brunhilde's main purpose was to prevent her from swaying. If Cecilia swayed her body and leaned back even slightly, she would crash straight into her...

Fortunately, the embarrassing incident that Brunhilde was most worried about did not happen until both legs were changed into long stockings.

He admired the beautiful back of the young lady, her curves exquisite, her waist slender yet with cute, soft flesh, her racing suit accentuating her figure like a supermodel, especially since she was now squatting down to change into high-heeled boots, making her look even taller... Brunhilde was a little frustrated; even if she were to hug her now, she could only hold the young lady's waist, and there was no way she could put her arm around her shoulder or anything like that.

Just then, someone knocked on the door.

"You two have been inside for quite a while now, are you done trying on clothes?" the sales assistant asked curiously.

Brunhilde, already on edge, immediately sensed Cecilia trying to turn away. To avoid Cecilia's touch, he quickly stepped back, only to find a pile of empty shoeboxes behind him. The 1.4-meter-tall Ragdoll cat slipped and fell into the shoeboxes. Although they were cardboard boxes, their sharp edges still brought tears to his eyes.

"Sorry, sorry!" Cecilia was startled and quickly turned around to pick him up from the ground. She brushed the dust off him and asked hurriedly, "Are you alright, Bubu? Did you hurt yourself?"

She knew that Brunhilde was so fragile that she could break at the slightest touch, so she treated him with the same care as if she were handling a pet cat.

"!"

"No... ouch... it's nothing." Brunhilde's face flushed red; she was extremely annoyed at being lifted up like that. "My feet... my feet can't reach the ground... put me down!"

Cecilia was caught off guard and saw the immense humiliation in his bloodshot eyes. She was stunned for a while, wondering what she had done to make the little guy so indignant. But suddenly, she and Brunhilde, who was struggling, both paused.

Cecilia sensitively noticed the unusual pressure on her stomach. She instinctively tried to look down, but her eyes were immediately covered by the white ragdoll cat she had lifted up.

Brunhilde's voice was so urgent it sounded like she was about to cry, "Don't look! Don't look down! Just pretend nothing happened! I'm so sorry, Leah, but... but I couldn't control myself, it's a boy's instinct, I really... sob..."

Cecilia understood everything in an instant. Almost as if she were burning her hands, she immediately released her grip on the little one's arms. Brunhilde fell to the ground with a thud. The burning touch slid down from her navel through two thin layers of clothing, separating after a brief touch.

She felt her heart pounding violently.

She felt her blood boil instantly.

My vision began to blur, and only this child remained...

——This feeling.

—This feeling is absurd…

When she wasn't aware of it, she didn't feel anything at all, but once she did, Cecilia felt like she could barely stand!

She instinctively leaned against the dressing room wall, struggling to support her weak legs, trying her best not to look at the utterly ashamed Brunhilde… The girl was just ashamed, while her mind was almost blank. Once she realized what had happened, she understood why she had lost her composure to this extent.

Something is wrong, so wrong.

Cecilia bit her lip, feeling utterly absurd. Had she really forgotten that the little guy was a boy? Because of that instinctive, familiar closeness, she had actually brought him into the changing room? This… she, an adult, brought this little Ragdoll cat in to change clothes? What had she done?!

And why...why is my body not obeying me...?

Cecilia felt a surge of fear. She sensed her body almost instantly spiral out of control the moment it realized what was happening, as if the command structure of her brain had collapsed. Every blood vessel, every cell seemed to be screaming with ecstasy and yearning, compelling her to surrender her consciousness to instinct, to express submission and taming to some being!

"It's okay, Bubu, it's okay, don't feel so guilty... It's my problem, I didn't notice." The most important thing right now is to comfort Brunhilde, who is about to cry. Cecilia suppressed her instinct to obey and finally managed to calm her disobedient body. Then she patted Brunhilde's back and tried to appear calm. "Okay, it's a normal thing. I won't tell anyone."

Brunhilde said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry... I didn't mean to take advantage of Sister Leah. Can you please not tell my sister?"

"It's okay, it's okay. To me, Bubu is just a girl. What's the big deal between girls?" Cecilia laughed. "This is our secret, okay? Don't tell anyone, pinky promise?"

The boy carefully raised his head, trying his best to regain his composure, and nodded: "I don't want to delay your date with my older sister, Sister Leah, because of this."

“How could I possibly care about such a well-behaved child like Bubu? Instinct is something you can’t control, I understand.” Cecilia smiled and quietly opened the dressing room door a crack. “Okay, you can go now. I’ll change and then I’ll leave.”

Brunhilde, feeling like she'd been granted a pardon, immediately fled. Both of them tacitly avoided mentioning the several more outfits they needed to change into. Everyone knew they weren't in the mood to change anymore.

Cecilia closed the door and slowly sat down against it. Then she took deep breaths, her face flushed, her eyes gazing blankly at the small dressing room.

After a long while, she finally gently kneaded the soft flesh of her lower abdomen, and the bright red and hot stigma gradually appeared on her fair skin.

Cecilia gritted her teeth, suppressing the manifestation of her Stigmata. This was her secret; as a Valkyrie without dual Stigmata, she had always tried her best to suppress the manifestation of her Libra Stigmata. Her recent contact with Brunhilde had caused the Stigmata's activity to reach unimaginable levels; she had used all her strength to prevent Brunhilde from noticing it.

"What... what's wrong with me? The side effects of the Shaniat Holy Blood shouldn't have manifested when I'm still so young..." Cecilia whispered weakly.

"That's not a side effect of the Holy Blood." Mistelin appeared.

"What else are you hiding from me, senior...?"

[You wouldn't believe me anyway; it's just muscle memory.]

Cecilia, of course, did not believe her senior's nonsense. Although Misterin was her constant companion, Misterin looked like someone carrying a great secret. Even though Cecilia trusted her, she still had some doubts... because Misterin had given her power, but she always felt that Misterin was holding back.

But Cecilia couldn't help but recall the warmth of the little ragdoll cat touching her stigmata.

After hesitating for a while, Cecilia buried her face in her knees, and whispered shyly and curiously, "Senior Mistelin, no wonder Bubu likes to wear such loose styles... Seven heads tall, it's really unreasonable, um..."

[…] Mistelin said indifferently, [So he's suited to straitjackets.]

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The white-haired young lady and the white-haired ragdoll cat remained silent after coming downstairs, leaving Siegfried, who had been waiting for almost an hour, quite puzzled. He even pulled Brunhilde aside and asked him if he had had a falling out with the saintess.

But Cecilia pulled Brunhilde back right in front of her, continuing to hold her arm to prevent her from giving her statement to Siegfried. Brunhilde offered no resistance and obediently let Cecilia carry her away. The two white-haired "girls" remained silent and held hands, which only made Siegfried more confused.

But the next step was to return to the hotel.

Claire originally planned to go back to the Kaslana's house, but the main reason for going home was to see her parents. However, Claire went to accompany the Shaniat family's friends to a "mother's party," which shows that both the Kaslana and Shaniat families are leaving room for young people to date.

Since both are girls, even if they go to the same room for the date from the start, nothing too extreme like sedition is likely to happen. That's the good thing about yuri (lesbian relationships); the elders can relax and let go.

Naturally, the hotel suite only had two bedrooms, so it was time to assign rooms again.

"Big sister, you and Sister Leah share a room. I'm a boy, so I'll have a room by myself." Brunhilde didn't think there was anything to choose from. If she had to think about one room, why would she have a problem with two rooms?