Elena took Millie by the hand and led her into the venue.
They found a relatively secluded spot to avoid interruptions. Although Elena wanted to humiliate Millie, she had no intention of sharing her with anyone else.
Millie was her toy—why should she have to share with others?
Millie, completely unafraid, sat obediently beside her.
Every now and then, she would even throw Elena a flirtatious glance.
Elena couldn’t take it anymore. She wrapped an arm around Millie’s waist, trying to seize her weak point—only to feel something hard. In an instant, Elena’s mood completely deflated.
As Millie put it: she went limp.
Seeing Elena’s expression, Millie’s eyes filled with mockery.
“Come on, what’s wrong? Why’d you stop?”
“You…! Just you wait…!”
“Mhm, sure. I’ll just sit right here and wait,” Millie straightened up and deliberately jiggled her ample chest a little. “Anytime works for me. I’m all yours~”
Infuriating. A vein throbbed on Elena’s forehead.
She poured herself a glass of red wine and downed it in one go. The cool sensation helped calm her slightly.
Several older women carrying wine glasses approached Millie.
A “No Sharing” tattoo was visible on Millie’s shoulder. They didn’t dare openly bully her, but they still flirted with sidelong glances and suggestive words.
“Hey little cutie, want to play a game with big sis?”
“Why don’t we go over there together? We’ll take very good care of you~”
Millie counted—there were actually three of them!
Were they planning some kind of four-person activity…?
Shameless. Utterly shameless! A four-person sport… wait, what position even is that? It sounds like acrobatics!
Bang!
Elena slammed the table and shot to her feet.
Murderous aura radiating. The three mature women didn’t even dare breathe.
“Can’t you see? My little wife has a ‘No Sharing’ tattoo right there!”
“Uh, ah, well…”
“We, uh, just remembered something—we’ll be going now!”
The three scurried away in embarrassment. Elena gave a cold snort, then immediately grabbed Millie’s hand. Before Millie could even react, she was dragged outside.
Then Elena pushed Millie into the inner seat.
Their seats were against the wall. Earlier Elena had been on the inside and Millie on the outside, which was why people could approach her so easily.
Now Elena had stuffed Millie into the inner spot.
Anyone who wanted to flirt would have to get past her first.
Millie figured it out instantly. She covered her mouth to stifle a laugh, giving Elena an exaggerated, teasing look.
“Wow, your possessiveness is off the charts~”
“Hmph,” Elena huffed coldly. “I just want to tease you myself, that’s all.”
“Ohooo~ Still playing tough, huh~?”
Millie stepped closer and gently lifted Elena’s chin.
“Let me see which mouth is being so stubborn.”
Normally she would have gone for a quick “chu~” and teased Elena with a forceful kiss—but then Millie suddenly realized: wouldn’t that just be rewarding her?
While she hesitated, Elena pulled her into an embrace.
Without another word she kissed her. Millie’s shoulders trembled.
She was already a little worked up—surrounded by all these girls being affectionate—and then being suddenly kissed so aggressively by Elena made it impossible to hold back.
Even with the armor on, it was useless.
Elena pushed her down onto the chaise longue.
After who-knows-how-long, Elena finally released her.
Millie fixed her hair, eyes watery and incredibly adorable. She had resisted, yet she still got thoroughly taken advantage of.
Sure enough, the armor was pointless.
Faced with a wolf-like Elena, Millie could only accept her fate.
“Heh, now you know how scary I can be, right?”
Elena smiled smugly and poured another glass of red wine.
This time she didn’t drink it herself. Instead she wrapped an arm around Millie’s shoulders and personally fed it to her.
Millie pursed her lips, refusing to let her win.
Elena leaned close to her ear.
“Drink up quick, or I’ll feed it to you mouth-to-mouth, okay~?”
“Ugh, you’re the worst…!”
No choice—she opened her small mouth.
The red wine slid down her throat, carrying a faint grape flavor.
“Good girl. Want another?”
“No… I’ll get drunk…”
If she got drunk, wouldn’t Elena just do whatever she wanted?
But Elena wouldn’t let up. She pressed the glass to Millie’s lips. Millie shook her head, only for Elena to gently pry her lips apart.
Another gulp. Millie’s head grew dizzier.
“No more… I’ll really get drunk…”
Dazed and confused, Millie leaned against Elena’s shoulder.
In her haze, she mistook Elena for Felucia.
“Big Sis Felucia…”
Tears welled up as Millie clung tightly to her.
“I finally found you… don’t ever leave me again, okay?” She burrowed into Elena’s chest, rubbing her cheek against the soft, full curves.
Facing a girl throwing herself into her arms, of course Elena wouldn’t refuse.
“Want more wine? I’ll feed you another glass~”
“I want Big Sis… to feed me mouth-to-mouth!”
“Wow, so bold now?”
“Mhm,” Millie squirmed shyly. “If it’s Big Sis Felucia… it’s okay.”
Elena smirked inwardly. Even in her witch persona, the name “Felucia” still stirred something in her. She loved hearing Millie call her “Big Sis Felucia.”
After all—they were the same person.
Maybe to Millie they seemed like two different people?
But Elena loved using both identities to tease her.
Right now Millie hated Elena but adored Felucia—exactly what she wanted. Only this way could she fully humiliate her.
What kind of reaction would Millie have when she finally learned the truth?
Elena raised the glass, took a mouthful of red wine, lifted Millie’s chin, and pressed their lips together.
Millie let out a soft whimper and obediently swallowed.
The wine carried Felucia’s taste, making Millie even more dazed. She shook her head, expecting to see long golden hair.
Instead she saw Elena’s face.
Realization hit. Millie shoved her away.
“Y-you… what are you doing… you pervert!”
“Weren’t you the one begging me to feed you mouth-to-mouth?”
“Ugh… I was drunk and thought you were Felucia.”
“Ohhh, I see,” Elena’s smile grew wider. “So as long as it’s Felucia it’s fine? Does that mean you’ve already fallen for her?”
“O-of course I have!”
Even if that wasn’t entirely true, Millie was going to use it to spite her!
Didn’t Elena have such strong possessiveness? Then she’d tell her she loved Felucia—make her feel humiliated, make her realize she could never truly win her heart!
“Big Sis Felucia is way more impressive than you, you know?”
“Hah…?”
“I mean, she’s amazing in bed!” Millie’s face grew redder the more she spoke. “Every time we spend the night together, she tames me completely~”
“Oh really?” Elena looked extremely pleased.
“Why are you so smug? It’s not your skill!”
Millie puffed out her cheeks and flipped Elena off.
“With your technique, hmph, I don’t even know what to say. Other than satisfying your own inhuman desires, what do you even do for me?”
“Why would I reward you?”
Millie was momentarily speechless. Right—Elena was a witch.
She bullied her for revenge. Why would she care about Millie’s feelings? …Maybe Elena’s technique was actually good too?
Wait—no, why was she even thinking about this?!
“Anyway, Big Sis Felucia and I are mutually in love!”
Millie put her hands on her hips and passionately confessed—to the very person in front of her.
Elena nodded in satisfaction and licked her lips.
“I already told you—I’m not complimenting you!”
If this weren’t a mission, Millie would have flipped the table long ago.
She really didn’t understand Elena. She was clearly praising Felucia—so why did Elena look so smug?