Millie perfectly demonstrated what it means to be an absolute worldly temptress.
Even Firuza got excited listening to her, almost wanting to push her down right then and there—but she held herself back. Otherwise it would be way too embarrassing to lose control like that.
Millie herself was a little flustered, feeling like she had just done something incredibly shameful. Her face burned as red as fire; she didn’t dare meet Firuza’s eyes.
“Baby, you must be exhausted, right?”
The performance wasn’t over yet, but it was very close to the end. From here on, just pretending to sleep should be enough, right?
Millie really didn’t want to keep making those weird noises in front of other people anymore.
“Mmm… it’s all because Big Sis was too overbearing…”
“Then go to sleep early. We still have a date tomorrow, don’t we?”
“Where are we going on the date?”
“Hmm… Big Sis doesn’t know yet. I just want to go somewhere romantic… so I can show off my little spoiled wife to everyone.”
“How are you going to show me off?”
“For example… wearing a swimsuit and proudly displaying every beautiful part of yourself in front of other people?”
After building up for so long, they were finally getting to the main point. Starting now, they had to drop heavy hints to the witch next door that the two of them were that kind of shameless couple.
Even group activities wouldn’t be a problem!
“Ahh… Big Sis is so mean…” Millie put on an adorably shy act. “But… I don’t mind. After all, only Big Sis is allowed to touch me～～”
“Then tomorrow we’ll go somewhere public, okay?”
“Mm… I’ll listen to Big Sis…”
Millie let out a big yawn, pretending to be drowsy and muddled. “So tired… I’m going to sleep first.”
“Mhm, I’ll hold you while you sleep.”
Firuza winked at Millie and patted the spot on the bed beside her. Millie instinctively backed away—but behind her was the wall. There was nowhere to retreat.
Firuza got impatient. She stepped forward, grabbed Millie’s hand, and pushed her straight down onto the bed.
Millie was just about to yelp when Firuza covered her mouth.
“Okay, okay, I’m not going to touch you,” Firuza whispered in her ear. “We’ve been acting for so long—you must be tired. Just lie down and rest a bit, alright?”
“You really won’t touch me…?”
Millie’s eyes were watery. Her body had already been thoroughly awakened. If Firuza decided to force the issue, she wouldn’t have the slightest chance of resisting.
“I have to admit, the sounds you make are incredibly seductive. But… I don’t want to do anything shameful with you while someone else is listening.”
“At least you still have a little conscience…”
Firuza turned off the lamp. Moonlight flooded the room.
Millie shifted around until she found a comfortable position and rested her head on the soft pillow.
The journey had been tiring enough, and after arriving at the inn she had sat at the desk reading for a while, and then they’d just finished that intense performance scene.
She hadn’t had any real rest at all. Now that she was lying in bed, she genuinely felt sleepy.
Firuza unceremoniously lay down right beside her. Even though she wasn’t doing anything, Millie still felt a tiny thrill of excitement.
It was all because she had gotten too into the acting just now.
She couldn’t help but imagine being roughly taken by Firuza.
“Millie, your face is so red?”
“Mmm… it’s all your fault…”
If you’re going to make me act with you, why not just storm into the next room, grab the witch, and interrogate her?
Ughhh, this is so embarrassing!
“When we’re being intimate, it would be nice if you could be a little more honest. Your voice really is incredibly tempting.”
“Who wants to be honest with you? Don’t forget—we’re just a purely physical relationship.”
“You and that stubborn mouth of yours,” Firuza smirked and pulled her closer. “Just now… were you fantasizing about me bullying you? Did it turn you on?”
“N-no! It was just normal acting…”
“Then let me check～～”
Before Millie could resist, Firuza’s hand slipped under the blanket. Millie’s body jolted; she glared at Firuza with aggrieved, teary eyes.
Firuza grinned brightly and presented the “evidence” right in front of Millie’s face.
“Still saying you’re not excited? Which mouth is the one being stubborn now?”
“Isn’t this a normal reaction…?” Millie’s eyes were brimming with tears. “And don’t talk about me—you’re excited too, aren’t you?”
“Me? How could I be excited?”
“Then let me check you properly too!”
Millie struck first, shoving her hand under the covers. But Firuza was faster—she caught Millie’s wrist in an iron grip, rendering her completely immobile.
Millie struggled, but it was useless.
“Hehe, feeling guilty now?”
“I just don’t want you turning the tables on me, that’s all.”
That was a lie. Firuza could feel it herself—she was getting excited too. If Millie found out, she’d never live it down.
Even if she had to be a little forceful, she couldn’t let Millie take control.
“Alright, hurry up and pretend to sleep. If you actually fall asleep, that’s fine too. The witch next door is probably still suspicious—we absolutely cannot slip up even a little.”
“You’re just changing the subject…”
Millie shot her a sideways glance, turned over, and obediently prepared to sleep.
She was still a little excited, but it wasn’t unbearable.
Strangely, though, there had been no sound from next door for a while. Maybe the witch had already fled.
If that was the case… then what was all this acting for? Just to please Firuza?
Thinking about it made her annoyed. Better not to think anymore.
Millie closed her eyes and began to drift off. Firuza took the chance to wrap an arm around her waist. Millie’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t resist. She actually wanted Firuza to touch her more.
It felt so safe… so happy!
This wasn’t her falling for it—she was just using Firuza as a toy to vent with.
She dozed off for a short while—then suddenly felt Firuza bolt upright.
Curious, Millie glanced over. Firuza quickly shushed her. Millie immediately covered her own mouth.
“What’s wrong?” Millie whispered.
“The witch next door… seems to have flown away through the window.”
“Huh? Then didn’t I just put on that whole show for nothing?”
“You do realize you were putting on a show, right? All I needed was for you to cooperate a little—why did you have to sound so passionate?”
“I-I was afraid we’d get exposed…”
How was she supposed to have experience with this kind of thing? She just went with whatever felt the most intense and romantic—and accidentally overdid it.
“You wait here for a bit. I’m going next door to check the situation.”
“Mm… be careful.”
Millie watched Firuza leave. She actually wanted to follow, but if the witch hadn’t left yet, they wouldn’t be able to explain themselves.
After all, she was playing the “helpless little sister” type—she’d be completely overpowered by the big-sister figure and left panting on the bed.
Firuza was different. The mature big-sister type had stamina to spare and could show off her superior endurance.
While she was gone, Millie didn’t waste time—she quickly changed her panties.
Otherwise if she got “inspected” again, there’d be no excuse.
About three minutes later, Firuza returned.
“The witch is gone,” she said, taking two big strides to the bedside. “The window next door is wide open—she must have flown away. But she left this behind.”
She placed an envelope on Millie’s lap.
Millie picked it up. The white envelope was sealed with a heart-shaped wax stamp. Just from the design, she could tell the contents were definitely going to be extremely lewd.
Millie didn’t even want to look—but the fish had already taken the bait.
After performing for so long, backing out now would be way too pathetic.
So she tore open the envelope, turned on the bedside lamp,
and Firuza leaned in close, their heads touching. Millie scooted away a little but didn’t push her off—after all, Firuza was her partner in this mission too.