Even in another world, Milly still felt it was unfair.
Why is it that when an older woman fools around, she’s called dashing and romantic, but when a younger girl does the same, she’s labeled wanton!?
However, Milly had no time to complain about the injustice.
The whole room was filled with the scent of citrus—how embarrassing if someone noticed!
“Filusha,” Milly said tearfully, “Hurry up and air out the room!”
“Don’t worry, I’ll handle it,”
Filusha cupped Milly’s face and planted a kiss on her forehead.
Milly’s pretty face turned a little red, and she pushed Filusha away in a fluster. Even at a time like this, she was still thinking about teasing her—absolutely shameless.
“I’ll go air out the room, you wash the soap off.”
Just now, during their intimacy, Filusha had helped Milly bathe, lathering her up with body wash. Before she could rinse off, Doma had interrupted.
Milly nodded and awkwardly turned the valve.
Hot water gushed out, washing the suds from her body.
Filusha returned to the dressing room and quickly wrapped herself in a bath towel. Instinctively, Milly glanced over, and seeing Filusha’s revealing outfit made her a bit uncomfortable.
She quickly realized—why should she feel uncomfortable?
It was just a physical relationship, not a real couple. If she wanted to act like a rogue with someone else, what did it have to do with her?
After washing up, Milly entered the dressing room.
Outside the door, there lingered a magical aura; it seemed Filusha had used wind magic to blow away the room’s scent. Thank goodness—no need to be embarrassed anymore.
Milly breathed a sigh of relief, only to realize something terrible.
She had run out of spare underwear in her dimensional warehouse!
Filusha stepped out of the bathroom.
She wore a pale violet bathrobe, the collar slightly open,
Revealing her fair neck and sharply defined collarbone.
Damp strands of hair clung to her, making her look pure and flawless. As she walked, the hem of the bathrobe swayed gently, revealing her graceful skin.
Ding dong, ding dong ding dong!
Doma was still ringing the doorbell, but Filusha ignored her.
She opened the window and released a gust of wind magic. The lingering smell in the room vanished, leaving only the fragrance of body wash and shampoo.
Ding dong, ding dong ding dong!
“Filusha, open up already!”
The voice sounded like a summons from the underworld, so Filusha opened the door.
Outside was the pitiful Doma. She was petite, with a flat chest, dressed in a choir robe and sporting short golden hair.
She tiptoed and peeked inside the room.
Aside from Filusha, there was no other girl in sight.
She immediately let out a breath of relief. This morning, Doma had heard rumors that Filusha was having an affair with a girl, which upset her—she’d been the first to arrive, yet she hadn’t even been pampered yet!
So, was it all just needless worry?
“Huh—wahhh!~~”
Just then, Doma noticed Filusha’s attire.
A pale violet bathrobe, and a lingering fragrance.
Doma’s face went crimson as she hurriedly covered her eyes, but she couldn’t help peeking through her fingers. Her little heart thumped wildly.
“Filusha, you’re so sexy!~~”
She was feasting her eyes—she could die with no regrets!
Wait, hold on… why is Filusha bathing so early in the morning? Could it be she knew I was coming and prepared in advance?
What kind of preparation? Could it be… for a wedding night?
Filusha is so bold, wanting to be intimate in broad daylight!
Still, if that’s what she wanted, Doma wasn’t unwilling!
“S-so, Filusha,” Doma tugged her skirt nervously, “can I, um, take a bath first?~~”
It was a rare first experience—she wanted to make good memories.
But then Milly peeked her head out of the bathroom.
A pink bath towel wrapped around her body, outlining her alluring curves. Droplets of water clung to her shoulders, like a shy flower kissed by the morning dew.
Her long silver hair spilled over her shoulders, the damp tips glowing softly under the lights.
Shyly covering her chest, Milly locked eyes with Doma.
“Ah… there’s a guest?…”
A little embarrassing, but there was no helping it!
All Filusha’s fault, being so aggressive—after several rounds of intimacy, she’d used up all her underwear. There’s no way she could wear used ones, right?
She could only parade around in a towel.
Thankfully, Doma was a younger-girl type too.
In this world, people’s physical traits were similar, but they were divided into big-sister types and little-sister types. Usually, it was elder sisters paired with little sisters.
Between little-sister types, there was usually no romance.
Well, usually—sometimes a little sister would turn into a big sister.
“Wait, who are you!——”
Doma clenched her fists and shouted hysterically.
The rumors were true—someone really did seduce Filusha!
And, is she really a little-sister type? Her chest is huge! So envi—no, so shameless!
Wait, why does she look familiar?
Doma craned her neck and looked carefully.
“Isn’t that Her Holiness the Saint?!”
Normally, wearing the loose robes of a Saint, no matter how full her figure was, it never showed. Now, wrapped in a towel, her alluring aura shone through.
Milly and Filusha really did make a perfect match!
No, wait, why was she blessing her love rival?
“Your Holiness, why aren’t you wearing clothes?”
“What could I do!” Milly teared up, “Filusha was too much—I ran out of spare underwear!…”
She blurted it out, then quickly became embarrassed. Milly’s face grew redder and redder, until—bang—a wisp of steam puffed from her head.
“Filusha, look at her!”
Milly dashed tearfully into Filusha’s arms.
Filusha was stunned—she never expected Milly’s embarrassment to be this lethal! But there was no backing down, so Filusha just patted her back.
“All right, I’ll be gentler next time.”
“Hmph, you’re so mean!~~”
She looked up, eyes glistening, meeting Filusha’s gaze.
Filusha was a bit flustered, swallowing involuntarily. Thankfully she regained her composure—she was here for revenge, how could she allow herself to be swayed?
“Filusha!” Doma cried, furious. “What is your relationship!?”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
Milly snuggled into Filusha’s embrace, guiding her to hold her tighter. Filusha didn’t hesitate, wrapping her arms around Milly, almost touching a sensitive spot.
Milly’s cheeks flushed, but she couldn’t resist.
She just hoped Filusha wouldn’t get too handsy in public.
“We’re partners now.”
It wasn’t a lie—she just left out a word. Still, that kind of partner was a partner, right? Ahh, even thinking about it was mortifying!
“No way, I don’t believe it!”
Yesterday, Filusha and Milly barely interacted.
Today, they’re glued together? Who would believe that? Could it be Filusha hired someone to put on a show, just to get me to give up?
But, that can’t be!?
Milly was also a Saint; she should have her pride. Yet here she was, wrapped in a towel, cuddling Filusha in front of everyone—how improper!
“Anyway, we’re already together.”
Milly clung to Filusha’s arm, hugging it to her chest. Feeling Filusha’s warmth reminded her of last night’s intimacy, and her cheeks burned even brighter.
Suddenly, inspiration struck Milly.
This was the perfect chance for payback.
“And it was Filusha who made the first move.”
“She confessed to me in tears—what else could I do, make her kneel all night?”
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