Facing Red’s expressionless exposure, Letia simply let out an “ehe,” showing no sign of repentance whatsoever.
“I really didn’t expect you to find out.”
“It would be a miracle if I didn’t.”
Red shifted his gaze to the side.
Even though most of Letia’s body was covered by the bath towel, her looming thighs, flushed after being rinsed with warm water, possessed an alluring texture.
Looking too long would make it easy to lose control.
But at the thought of being mocked by this monkey Letia if she caught him, Red chose not to look.
“The clothes are right here; remember to put them on in a bit.”
After setting the clothes down, Red prepared to leave.
“Hey, hey, hey… wait a second.”
Before Red could even take two steps, Letia’s hand hooked onto his shoulder.
However, due to the height difference between the two, she looked more like she was hanging off Red’s body at that moment.
“Aren’t you even a little curious why I did something like this?”
“Put your clothes on first, then we can talk about anything,”
Red’s face remained void of expression; he was as composed as a monk in meditation.
“Besides, at the end of the day, don’t you just want to see me make a fool of myself?”
“Don’t use that kind of logic to speculate about me, Mr. Red…”
A faint smile played on Letia’s lips.
“You’ve looked at quite a few of those ‘doujinshi,’ haven’t you?”
“I have, but what does that have to do with the current situation?”
“Then it’s easy to explain,”
Letia let go of her hold and leaned against the wall, her expression part playful and part mocking.
“In those kinds of works, when a man and a woman are alone in a room, doesn’t a bathroom fan-service scene like this happen nine times out of ten?”
“You’ve watched too many of those things; it’s gone to your head!”
Red couldn’t help but retort immediately.
“Also, when exactly did you sneak a look at my hidden stash!?”
No wonder Red felt this plot was strangely familiar; it turned out this girl Letia was imitating his own hidden doujinshi!
“Can’t you have even a little bit of the shame a girl should have…”
Red sighed, shifting his gaze toward Letia as she leaned against the wall.
It was undeniable—the area below the neck was very erotic.
But the area above the neck…
forget it, maybe it could barely work with a paper bag over her head.
Looking at the aura emanating from Letia’s face, it was truly hard to describe her using human terms.
“Let me tell you upfront, I’ve seen my fair share of storms; I can handle a little temptation like this. Don’t forget, back when we were in the Blade of Dawn, I accidentally walked in on you bathing. In other words, it’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before. This bath towel doesn’t mean a thing.”
Red spoke up to this point, spreading his hands, his heart completely unshaken.
But Letia only gave a chuckle.
“Is that so?”
“Of course, not even a hint of a reaction…”
Red sighed, then spoke seriously.
“I’ll take this opportunity to make one thing clear: compared to full nudity, the ‘looming’ look is king. White silk stockings, paired with a short skirt fluttering in the wind, and the Absolute Territory peeking out—that is what truly attracts men.”
“If it’s a vacuum underneath, it’s even more pulse-pounding.”
“But constant full nudity, what’s the difference between that and just watching a video?”
After hearing Red’s grand philosophy, Letia fell into deep thought.
While Letia was silent, Red turned around coolly, but just as he was about to stoop and leave, Letia’s voice slowly rang out from behind him.
“But… you saw it just now, didn’t you?”
Red’s footsteps stopped, and Letia continued.
“My intuition tells me that your scrutinizing gaze just now swept over me from head to toe.”
After a full three seconds, Red adjusted the non-existent glasses on his face and spoke like a transcendent gentleman.
“…I only looked at the legs.”
“You finally admitted it!!”
Letia lunged with both hands, clinging to Red’s body like an octopus.
“How is it, how is it? After all that talk, you aren’t a white silk stockings fan at all—you just want to play with ‘angle grinders,’ don’t you!”
Facing Letia’s mocking and playful voice, Red struggled incessantly.
“I have never seen such a brazen monkey! Let go of me!”
At this moment, Red admitted it…
He missed Litt.
Or rather, he would rather stay alone in a daze than be locked up with this monkey.
***
After the two of them played and fooled around for quite a while, Red finally finished his bath.
Clearly, he had done nothing, but he felt inexplicably exhausted.
Especially looking at the monkey lying on the sofa not far away, he let out a deep sigh.
Truly.
Even though this person was female, why…
why was she just so hard to “get excited” for?
He had looked at her photo in the bathroom for so long, and in the end, he did nothing; he had actually entered Sage Time just by looking.
“Are you finished ‘rinsing’?”
“You’d better mean ‘finishing a shower.'”
Red sat down silently, looking at the world outside.
The night was deep, and he recalled the argument between Thors and Mason.
Talking about letting him choose between Letia or Litt…
Did he even need to think about it at this point?
What normal person would choose Letia?
Who the hell would choose a monkey?!
“Letia, I’ve made a decision.”
“Speak.”
Red picked up his coffee and took a sip.
The night breeze blew into the room, tossing his bangs and revealing his exceptionally handsome face.
In this scene, he looked like the male lead of a romance novel contemplating life—so poetic and picturesque.
After a brief silence, Red put down his coffee cup.
“I’ve figured it out. If possible, I choose Litt.”
“Ah…”
Letia was briefly stunned, but she quickly put on a pitiful and helpless expression.
“Are you saying… that an A-cup like me can no longer satisfy you?”
“Have you already forgotten your fetishes and dreams, giving up on a ‘little loli’ like me to pursue Litt’s C-cup that is bound to sag sooner or later?”
Hearing this, Red covered his face in agony.
“It’s because you never know shame and say things that don’t sound like a girl at all that I made this decision!”
“No, no, no, my dear good brother~”
Letia sat up straight and squeezed her chest with her hands, but even so, she couldn’t squeeze out even a hint of a cleavage.
“Compared to Litt’s ‘untouchable’ C-grade, surely an A-grade like mine that can be touched directly is better, right?”
As she spoke, Letia spread her arms wide and said with an open embrace.
“Fine! I’ll use my body to make you remember your fetishes and dreams again. Come at me with everything you’ve got! Sa~ please be sure to be gentle with me! Onii-chan daisuki!!”
Cool fact: Letia is a female.
Not Zhang Yide from Yan.
Are you.sure?