Filusha smiled and wrapped her arms around Millie’s slender waist.
Millie rested in the warm embrace, her heart racing like a startled fawn. She hadn’t had time to put on any clothes, so she could feel Filusha’s body heat and heartbeat.
Strangely, she didn’t find it unpleasant—was she getting used to this?
Why am I being so shameless?
Filusha placed her hand on Millie’s abdomen, golden light flickering. Millie felt a warm current rise inside her, continuously purifying the witch’s miasma.
In no time at all, the halo faded away.
Filusha removed her hand, beaming at Millie.
“The curse is lifted, so no biting me, alright?” Filusha sneakily launched her attack, “We’re already in that kind of relationship, so you can’t go back on your word now, okay?”
“Wait, stop being so handsy!——”
Millie shoved Filusha away and hurriedly climbed off the bed.
She shielded her chest and shot Filusha a fierce glare, but she really had no way to refuse. After all, those racy photos were still in Filusha’s hands, and besides, she rather enjoyed it.
“I’m going to take a bath—my whole body smells like you!”
“Ara, isn’t that nice?”
Filusha tidied her golden hair, looking at Millie with keen interest.
Millie’s pretty face blushed, and she growled softly, “Of course not!”
Usually, she should be covering herself up, but now she’d just given up.
After all, Filusha had already seen everything.
The more she tried to hide, the more excited Filusha got.
Might as well parade herself boldly. Even if it’s a little embarrassing, at least Filusha would hold back. She could just treat it as art. Her body was art, after all!
“Wow, what a beautiful sight!~~”
Yet, Filusha’s gaze burned with heat.
It wasn’t admiration—just pure desire.
Millie panicked, turned, and ran off. If she stayed any longer, she might really be pinned down. She didn’t have the strength to handle another one of Filusha’s attacks.
Pushing open the bathroom door, a rush of lavender fragrance washed over her.
Why do I feel a little excited? Is this Filusha’s scent?
Without realizing it, Millie grew dazed and flustered. It felt as if Filusha was holding her tightly, attacking her all over again.
Ah, what am I even thinking about!
Millie took two deep breaths to steady herself.
She wasn’t wearing any clothes, so there was no need to linger in the changing area. She pushed open the frosted glass sliding door. The bathroom was hazy with steam, various scents swirling together.
Everything was a pure white theme, the wall and floor tiles sparkling clean. Sunlight filtered through the frosted glass, bathing the room in a gentle, cozy glow.
There were two showerheads in the bathroom and a spacious bathtub.
No matter how you looked at it, this place was made for couples to bathe together.
Millie turned the valve, and hot water poured down.
She gently scrubbed her skin, trying to wash Filusha’s scent off.
It’s all Filusha’s fault—why did she have to be so intense? Even if I’m a Saint, she should be more gentle so I could enjoy it more.
No, wait, it’s not like I’ve fallen for her!
I’m just using her as a way to vent, that’s all!
Speaking of which, how should I face Filusha from now on?
They’d done it so many times already. Acting all shy would just seem silly, wouldn’t it? Besides, the more she resisted, the more excited Filusha got.
Maybe she should switch tactics and seduce Filusha herself?
It was bold, but definitely doable. When Filusha started blushing, Millie could tease her, saying she couldn’t resist a beauty even if she was a hero.
She could even say, “Don’t forget, we only have a physical relationship!”
It sounded great, but carrying it out would be tough. If she changed too fast, Filusha might get suspicious.
Well, she’d keep it as a backup plan for now.
Next time an opportunity came up, she’d try her best to seduce Filusha. Anyway, what’s done is done, and she wasn’t pure anymore.
Ugh, just thinking about it made her a little sad.
By the way, why hasn’t Filusha come yet?
I’m all ready for a lovers’ bath—can’t you hurry up?
Could this be some kind of neglect play? Is she trying to make me anxious and scared, making me wait for her attack?
Shameless! Absolutely shameless!
As if I’d get anxious—wouldn’t it be better if you didn’t come at all?
Millie huffed coldly and squeezed out some body wash.
The body wash lathered up over her skin, the bubbles covering her curves. Strangely, not revealing anything made her look even more seductive.
She couldn’t help glancing at her reflection in the mirror.
Her cheeks instantly flushed, and she quickly looked away.
Why am I getting excited by my own reflection? I’m not a pervert—Filusha is enough of a pervert for both of us. I’m going to stay pure.
She turned the valve, and hot water cascaded down.
The bubbles rinsed away, and Filusha’s scent was finally gone.
Before she could feel relieved, she heard the door click open. Immediately after, Filusha’s enticing voice drifted in.
“Millie, how’s the water temperature?”
“Ugh, so you did come?”
Through the frosted glass, she saw Filusha’s silhouette.
Ahh, so shameless, playing with that hazy effect? It’s not like I haven’t seen your body before!
Swish!——
Filusha slid open the partition door.
She wasn’t wearing a stitch, her silky hair cascading down her back.
Millie swallowed unconsciously, her eyes drawn to Filusha’s ample assets before shyly averting her gaze, mortified by her own reaction.
It’s just curiosity. Besides, I’ve got them too.
Mine are just as big—well, with a few differences.
Wait, why am I so hung up on this?
She took a deep breath and braced herself for Filusha’s attack.
But Filusha just stepped beneath the showerhead, turned the valve, and let the hot water pour down her curves.
Water droplets glistened on her skin, making her look even more alluring.
Is this the so-called wet look temptation? Is she trying to seduce me?
“Hmph!~~”
Millie turned away, giving Filusha her back.
I can barely stand you, there’s no way I’d be tempted by you!
Filusha grinned wickedly, admiring Millie’s form.
There were two showerheads side by side, nothing blocking the view in between. Even with Millie facing away, Filusha could see everything clearly.
Her swaying curves only piqued Filusha’s interest.
Her fair skin, tight little bottom, and slender legs.
Filusha swallowed. She’d already had a taste this morning, but her heart was pounding again—she wanted nothing more than to pull Millie into her arms and ravish her.
“Have you stared enough yet?!”
Millie covered herself, one hand above and one below, hiding all the important bits, which only made Filusha more excited.
This sense of shame was irresistible.
If Millie showed everything off without a care, it wouldn’t be as thrilling. It was precisely because she was so shy that Filusha’s heart raced.
She wanted to pry Millie’s hands away and savor her helpless expression.
But Filusha didn’t make a move.
She wanted to enjoy the hunt, to make Millie more and more anxious.
“If you keep staring, I’ll bite you!”
“Hehe,” Filusha cupped her cheeks, “What an adorable way to fight back.”
Millie’s face turned crimson—she felt mortified.
It was pretty cute, to be honest. It sounded just like a clear battle of attack and defense.
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