It was not until dusk, when the room was dyed a deep orange, that Onyxia’s eyelashes finally trembled slightly.
She did not open her eyes immediately.
Instead, she subconsciously tightened her tail, which was wrapped around Celia’s leg, and rubbed her thigh against her.
Only after confirming the person beside her was still there did she lazily lift her eyelids.
Almost at the same time, Ilyas, on the other side, was also disturbed by the movement.
She let out a muffled moan like a kitten and subconsciously buried her face deeper into the crook of Celia’s neck.
Celia was not actually asleep; she was just resting with her eyes closed. She was wondering, ‘Why did things reach this point in just a few days?’
“Awake?”
Onyxia’s voice was filled with a satisfied laziness.
She did not even move her leg or tail first; instead, she remained in that position as she slightly propped up her upper body, looking down at Celia, who was sandwiched in the middle.
She raised her hand, her fingertips gently brushing aside a stray lock of hair from Celia’s forehead with a natural movement.
“Did you sleep well, Celia?”
Celia opened her mouth, but before she could decide whether to answer the obvious question, she felt a slight trembling from Ilyas’s body against her neck.
Ilyas seemed to have finally woken up completely.
Realizing the position in which she was clinging to Celia and remembering what had happened last night, her body instantly stiffened.
She even held her breath, unsure whether to let go of Celia’s waist or continue holding on.
Onyxia clearly noticed Ilyas’s reaction as well.
A playful smile curled at the corners of her lips as her gaze shifted between Celia’s reddened ears and Ilyas’s neck, which was practically burning.
The sunset’s halo cast a soft golden edge on her profile, but it only made that smile seem more meaningful.
“It seems,” she began slowly, her fingertips sliding from Celia’s cheek to her chin, then down to her chest, where she rubbed a hickey she had left the night before, “that we all… rested quite well.”
Before Celia could make any reaction—whether it was a protest, embarrassment, or anything else—Onyxia withdrew her hand.
She stretched her body lazily, her elegantly lined back tracing a charming arc in the dim light.
Her large, fluffy tail unfurled along with her, sweeping across Celia’s calf.
“I’m getting up first,” she announced in a flat tone.
After speaking, she leisurely pulled back the soft, thin quilt and stepped onto the floor with bare feet.
Messy clothes were scattered across the carpet.
Onyxia did not care as she leaned over, picking up a silk shirt that appeared to be her own and casually draping it over her shoulders, just barely covering her suggestive curves.
“What do you want to eat? I’ll go buy something later,” Onyxia asked, turning her head as she casually buttoned the shirt.
“Whatever,” Celia replied.
her voice was hoarse and carried a sense of indifference; her mind was clearly elsewhere.
Onyxia was not surprised by the answer.
“Alright then, sleep a bit more,” she responded, her tone full of indulgence. Having said that, she turned around and pushed open the bedroom door.
After the faint sound of the door closing, the room fell back into silence.
All that remained was the gradually fading dusk and the sound of another person’s breathing on the bed, which had suddenly become incredibly clear.
Celia did not move. She remained in her original position, merely tilting her head slightly to look at the fluffy head buried in her neck, which was trying its best to minimize its presence.
The silence stretched on.
After several breaths, Celia spoke softly, “I know you’re awake, Iliya. Stop pretending to sleep.”
As the words fell, she could clearly feel the body pressed against her jerk violently.
The arms around her waist tightened instantly, like a startled small animal.
Then, the face buried in her shoulder lifted—extremely, extremely reluctantly—revealing a pair of watery, evasive eyes.
Celia sighed and reached out to pinch the girl’s small face.
“Now you know how to be shy? Last night, you didn’t treat me this way, Iliya.”
Ilyas’s body trembled again.
She opened her mouth, her voice as thin as a mosquito’s as she asked tentatively, “Are you… are you angry? Do you blame us for doing that to you last night?”
“Angry?”
Celia repeated, her tone complex.
She released the hand pinching the girl’s cheek and instead rubbed her own forehead tiredly, her gaze fixed on the ceiling.
“No. It’s just… I didn’t expect you two to move so fast. And I’m thinking about what kind of attitude I should have toward you both from now on.”
“You… you don’t want me anymore?”
Ilyas’s voice immediately broke into a sob.
The records she had read in books about the fickle and promiscuous nature of Dark Elves suddenly seized her heart.
Panic surged, and her eyes quickly turned red, looking as though she were about to cry.
Celia turned her head, looking at Ilyas’s eyes, which were instantly filled with tears, and her trembling lips.
The complex thoughts in her heart were overridden by a more direct emotion.
Propping herself up with her arms, she flipped her body over.
“Listen, I’m special. Have you ever seen a Dark Elf who was tossed around by her own partners until she fainted and couldn’t even push them away? Hmm?”
The word “partner” was like a small pebble tossed into the lake of Ilyas’s heart.
She blinked blankly, teardrops still clinging to her long eyelashes, but that tearful expression was replaced by a sudden, bright radiance.
She even subconsciously repeated the word: “Part… ner?”
Celia looked at her reaction and nodded.
“Otherwise? Last night… and now, I didn’t push you away. Do you think I’m some kind of casual person?”
At this moment, their positions were reversed.
Celia was braced over Ilyas, her nearly naked body fully exposed in the dim twilight.
The undulating curves usually hidden by clothes, her flexible waist, and the lingering traces of intimacy from last night were all laid bare before Ilyas’s eyes.
Ilyas’s gaze drifted uncontrollably toward the scenery right in front of her.
She murmured subconsciously, her voice clearly audible due to their extreme proximity and the quiet of the room:
“So… so big…”
Celia clearly heard her.
She did not dodge; instead, her tone took on a teasing quality.
“What? Didn’t you… see enough last night?”
Ilyas’s face instantly turned so red it looked ready to drip blood.
She shook her head frantically, yet could not help but steal another quick glance before pulling her gaze back as if she had been burned.
She stammered in a low voice, “N-no… this… this is different… last night… it was too dark… and, and I…”
“And you were busy doing other things?”
Celia took over the sentence for her, pressing a fingertip gently against her lips to stop her from continuing.
Seeing Ilyas completely at a loss for words and looking as though she might spontaneously combust from embarrassment, the smile on Celia’s face grew wider.
“Alright,” she withdrew her hand and rubbed Ilyas’s head.
“Stop looking.”
She then propped herself up, creating some distance.
“It’s time to get out of bed.”
“Mm~.”