Chapter 57: Acting According to Circumstances

Millie kept her head down, fidgeting and blushing.

Elena pulled her a bit closer, winking at her with a clear message: she wanted Millie to act more affectionate.

However, Millie couldn’t hate her more!

‘Act affectionate? It was a pipe dream!’

Elena could only offer a sheepish smile. The black-robed witch frowned as she watched them, sensing Elena was up to something.

She had long heard that Elena was an ice beauty—stunningly gorgeous, but cold toward everyone. How did a cute young girl suddenly appear as her little wife?

It wasn’t entirely incomprehensible. After all, the girl was adorable, and her curves were quite impressive. If it were her, she wouldn’t be able to resist either.

Still, the witch felt something was off.

“Are you truly a couple?”

“You are being insolent!”

It wasn’t Elena who spoke, but Rocky.

Rocky had been standing behind Elena. She wasn’t participating in the party, but was there for perimeter support. However, the witch’s tone was so insulting she couldn’t help but interject.

“Lady Elena is the acting leader of the Blood Alliance. How could she possibly bring someone improper to one of your alliance’s parties?”

The two witches exchanged glances, finding Rocky’s words logical.

However, they didn’t dare be careless. The summoning of the Demon God Sithia was imminent, and they couldn’t afford any failure at the final hour.

“Since you’re a couple, why don’t you kiss for us?”

“It’s just a kiss. You should be able to do that, right?”

After all, all sorts of people attended these parties; things usually went far beyond a simple kiss, often involving physical contact!

Elena smiled without saying a word.

She lifted Millie’s chin. Millie’s eyes welled with tears as she instinctively shook her head, but Elena wouldn’t let her go. She leaned in and kissed her.

As their lips met, Millie closed her eyes.

She seemed to be savoring the kiss, looking completely entranced.

The two witches felt their hearts race a little as they watched.

If they had any doubts before, this clearly proved they were a couple! Not only that, they must have been intimate many times — their bodies seemed perfectly in sync, and they hadn’t hesitated for a moment!

Furthermore, the little girl seemed to be enjoying it so much!

As expected of a girl Elena had set her sights on; she was incredibly wanton. It wasn’t surprising she was attending the Silver Party; it would be weirder if she didn’t.

“Alright, that’s enough. We were out of line.”

The witch hurriedly stopped them. If she didn’t, a crowd would start to gather.

Elena released Millie, who pouted with a huff. This look was clearly that of a tsundere, and there was quite a lot of “dere” in that display!

“By the way, Lady Elena, I assume you don’t like to share?”

“Of course not…”

“Definitely not! Why would anyone share me? It’s bad enough I have to come with her, and now you’re talking about sharing? Don’t be ridiculous! — “

Millie snapped, her eyes brimming with tears. After her rapid-fire outburst, she realized she had exposed herself and quickly hid behind Elena.

Elena smiled and quickly tried to smooth things over.

“Emma is quite shy. She only agreed to come after I begged her multiple times,” Elena said, her gaze sweeping over them. “Please don’t take offense.”

“Not at all. Shyness is normal.”

Many younger-sister types were forcibly brought along by older women.

Elena was relatively gentle, seemingly having obtained consent, whereas many others were simply kidnapped — which was, quite frankly, a crime.

They were witches, though, so crime wasn’t a big deal to them. Moreover, even the Archbishop had come to show support.

The black-robed witch handed over a sticker. It was blue with a white X on it.

Millie didn’t know what was happening, but Elena took the sticker and suddenly slapped it onto Millie’s shoulder, making her wince. Once pressed against her skin, the sticker vanished.

Only a pattern remained on her shoulder.

Millie felt like a little pig headed for the slaughterhouse.

“What is this?…”

“It’s just a mark. It’ll wash off in 6 hours,” Elena explained. “This X means you aren’t for sharing. The opposite would be a heart pattern.”

‘Needless to say, the heart pattern means the person can be shared.’

‘She really didn’t know what they were thinking. Why would anyone want to be shared?!’

No, in their eyes, these girls weren’t “little wives,” but products or toys. In truth, Millie probably didn’t carry much weight in Elena’s heart, either. They were only working together because their interests aligned for the mission.

Originally, she had wanted to go on this mission with Filusa.

‘If it were Filusa, it wouldn’t matter if she was a little reckless, but with Elena, everything feels incredibly awkward.’

‘Whatever. It wasn’t like she hadn’t been bullied before.’

Once they were ready, Elena took Millie’s hand and walked toward the crossroads. Rocky stayed behind, ostensibly to watch the luggage. In reality, she had her own peripheral objectives. Watching the luggage was a normal excuse, as many people were left stationed outside the village.

They walked dozens of meters to an ordinary-looking farmhouse.

It seemed small, but inside, it was a completely different world.

The farmhouse was a disguise; inside was only a staircase leading down. They descended to the second basement level, where the space suddenly opened up into an incredibly luxurious scene.

The hall was filled with loungers and dining tables, every spot packed with people. Glamorous older women held disheveled younger girls, boldly touching them wherever they pleased.

Many girls had been pushed down onto the loungers. Their eyes were filled with tears, yet they couldn’t resist, forced to become objects for release.

The room was thick with the scent of citrus. The customers outside were buzzing with excitement, unable to stop themselves from rushing in to join the shameless revelry.

Millie’s face was bright red, and she didn’t know what to do.

Before coming here, she had prepared; she’d read plenty of scandalous manga and had even let Elena have her way with her a bit. However, seeing the actual scene was something else entirely. The sensory overload made Millie’s heart race.

“What? Can’t handle it already?” Elena leaned close to Millie’s ear, mocking her in a soft whisper.

Millie glared at her, clenching her fist threateningly.

“Who can’t handle it!” she whispered back in defense. “I think you’re the one who can’t handle it. What, do you want to give up on the mission and go get intimate with these shameless girls?”

“I’m not that shallow.”

“Shallow? Don’t flatter yourself!”

It took Elena a moment to process that. If being “shallow” was considered flattering herself, then just how wicked did Millie think she was? This girl was being very roundabout with her insults!

“Don’t get too full of yourself!”

“Bring it on! If I so much as twitch an eyebrow, I’ll write my name backward!”

Millie puffed out her chest, completely undeterred.

Elena wanted to teach Millie a lesson, but then she remembered the girl was wearing metal armor. Left with no choice, she gave up for now. However, Elena secretly vowed that she would make Millie die of embarrassment during this party!