I spent my entire youth exploring ruins, but the legendary equipment I got was the skin of a beautiful girl? # 8

Is it really okay for us to do this?

The night was getting late, and the chirping of insects and birds were all carried away by the cold sea breeze, returning to silence. In the small town located on the edge of the ruins, the window on the second floor of the huge mansion in the southwest corner was lit up with a warm orange dim light at this inappropriate time.

“Boom!”

A tall and thin young man with light blond bangs that almost completely covered his eyes, threw his entire body backwards onto the bed board which could barely be considered soft. The blast of air caused by the fall lifted up the edges of the stacked papers on the desk nearby, causing them to fly all over the place and then scatter all over the floor like fallen leaves.

Five minutes passed, then ten minutes, and then another ten minutes, and the young man still had no intention of getting up. Was he asleep? Obviously not. His arms were trembling as if he had received an electric shock, and he was breathing heavily all the time. His fingers were clenched on the bed sheet, making awkward wrinkles. His legs and feet would occasionally relax for a few seconds, but they would always straighten up again immediately, getting worse each time.

She saw it.

She was disliked.

She glared at me fiercely.

She took it off and confiscated it.

She yelled at me: "Don't come near me! Disgusting! Pervert!"

By her...

“Aaaaaaaaah!”

Suddenly, the young man shouted uncontrollably, and his body twitched and bounced, bending into a hook shape, like a fish struggling desperately on the mudflat after being hit by the waves.

What have you done?

What have you done?

Tension, shame, resentment, regret, these emotions and their variations filled Ian's consciousness and poured out from all his orifices. He scratched and fumbled, his cheeks flushed, his hands, which had nowhere to go, finally stopped at his head, madly ravaging every strand of hair from the root, the gaps in his bangs kept changing due to the pulling, and his azure eyes, which occasionally shone through, were wide open, but looked lifeless, as if they could no longer let any light through.

Half an hour ago, I…I couldn’t suppress my desire…and let her see me…in…

The more he recalled, the deeper the cracks in his soul became. Now, he hated the weak-willed and unbridled self who had been hiding behind the harmless appearance of a girl not long ago. If he could, he really wanted to strike a heavy blow to... No, no...

Why not just completely destroy the source of that desire in reality? That way, he would no longer be troubled by selfish desires and could devote himself to research... Of course, he could also be forgiven by her. Thinking of this, Ian's frantic movements suddenly stopped, his hands slowly put down, and then the corners of his mouth kept rising, rising, and rising again, forcing a brilliant smile... It should be said that it was a crazy smile.

As the last trace of rationality disappeared, Ian slowly lowered his head, put his hand on his forehead, inserted his fingers in the gap of his bangs, and gradually turned his vision to his lower body...

"Bang!"

“Hua La La~”

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, followed by a whistling sound that passed through the window. The thick, opaque curtains began to move, and then the scattered papers on the ground rustled and flew into the air again. The cold and damp wind swept through the entire room in an instant!

Ian's hair stood on end. He was very surprised by what happened suddenly. Why did he feel cold? He was at home and he was already dressed...

"Um?"

The massive loss of body temperature allowed him to recover part of his soul. His eyes, which had just focused, instantly realized the problem. What he was wearing was not really "clothes" at all. There was only a short, ridiculous white bath towel tied around his waist, which he had probably brought out from the bathroom when he was ****.

Then, the wind? Where did the wind come from? The windows were already closed tightly... What the hell!

First, the man he just met kowtowed to him and asked him to be his disciple. Then, as soon as he got home, he rushed to soak clothes and cook for Sena. Then, after dinner, he started to clean the bathroom, and then took a shower... He was so busy that he didn't even go back to his room. How could he close the window by himself?

Grabbing a loose shirt hanging on the wall to cover himself, Ian resolutely straightened his chest, braved the biting cold wind, and rushed into the depths of the room without looking back. He waved his hand to peel open the curtains, and his golden hair was cut and puffed up by the influx of air waves. The mist condensed by the cold current flowed along his outline, and the flying papers cut out strips of light and shadows that flashed dazzlingly - this scene once had a strong sense of sacredness, like a brave man who resisted the roar of a thousand-year-old dragon alone, or a sage who broke through the magic mist and showed the way... If the protagonist of the picture didn't look like a pervert who just escaped from the bathhouse.

“Bang!”

"call…"

After taking great pains to press the windows shut, everything in the room finally returned to calm, an annoying calm. However, it would probably take some time for the indoor temperature to rise back to a comfortable level.

Ian shivered and leaned back to the other side of the curtain. He held his forehead with one hand again, pressing it hard with his knuckles, leaving red marks. His consciousness reluctantly fell back into this embarrassing reality. He still couldn't control his trembling, but it was definitely not just because of the cold. Fortunately, thanks to this unexpected physical sedation, he would at least not be so radical in thinking about castration.

If you think about it carefully, even though the situation just now was really bad... or rather, extremely bad, his swollen and congested lower body sticking out from between the girl's legs was such a weird and disgusting scene! But even so, the eldest lady, Sena's scolding of him was probably just a stress reaction caused by an emotional outburst. After all, she didn't really ask him to get out and sleep in the stable.

It is true that she is disliked, but if I explain it to her properly later... no, if I kneel down and apologize and beg for mercy, if I meet any of her requests and kowtow sincerely dozens of times, then she will probably forgive me as she is reasonable.

The confiscation was also the case. Now, another identity was more closely connected to the society around her than her own. She was a beautiful girl who stood out in both appearance and strength among the adventurers. She was also a rare professional magic swordsman. If she disappeared for a while, it would definitely have a negative impact on the public opinion of the guild. Especially since she was the closest to him, she would probably be questioned by colleagues or other adventurers. Sena, who was smart, could not have thought of this. She loved her working life so much, so she must have just said it symbolically.

As long as I kneel down and apologize, she will definitely forgive me because she is such a kind-hearted person!

In short, no matter how certain he was, Ian still pursed his lips and insisted on treating this ill-thought-out theory as the only solution, so that he could quickly struggle out of the quagmire called the past and regain some of his normal composure.

It's time to find something to do to distract himself. He was thinking this as he hurriedly changed his clothes. But in fact, it was not "finding" something to do, but troubles had already lined up to find him.

There were nearly a hundred crumpled paper strips scattered on the ground like garbage. Ian sighed deeply, dragged his tired body and squatted down, and began to pick up his years of hard work one by one, regretting that he had not added even a wooden clip at the beginning.

An unknown amount of time passed in this boring and repetitive work, and he finally put the last page back on the table steadily. After enduring the dizziness caused by squatting for a long time, he pulled out an old wooden chair beside the table, held the back of the chair and sat down heavily.

"Creaky," the wooden chair, which was several times his age, made a sharp sound, as if it would end its own structure and disintegrate in the next second. At this point, compared with the repetitive mechanical picking action, sorting and collating consumes not only physical strength, but also requires full mobilization of memory and thinking. The process of reviewing information is like building an entire library from the roof, and every step is painful.

However... for Ian, it was indeed boring at the beginning, but as his mind became more focused, his unique thinking pattern gradually found the fun in it and recovered a part of himself that he had lost in the punishment game for this month.

When flipping through an old book, you can always find some forgotten fields in it, not to mention that the author of this book is yourself. If you piece together the information repeatedly and connect them in an intricate way, new understandings and insights will emerge.

So he just kept organizing things while watching with fascination.

"Tsk..." In an instant, Ian's spirit was pulled out of his addiction and he slapped his mouth as if he was splashed with cold water.

On the table, at the top of the pile of papers of different sizes, two papers happened to overlap completely. Ian was lucky enough to notice this, and while he was afraid of what kind of troublesome hidden dangers would be buried if he failed to discover it in time, he gently twisted them apart.

At first glance, the paper on the top was very clean, recording the process of analyzing the effects of the spatial spell a few weeks ago. The dark blue ink exuded a special fragrance that could be clearly felt at an arm's length, the smell of knowledge. As for the other paper, you could see the traces of time engraved on it at a glance - waxy yellow, wrinkled edges, the handwriting on it was obviously darker, and the only smell that rushed into the nose was the smell of dried mold.

Thinking about it, this was probably something from three or four years ago. It should be the notes he took when he first went into the ruins. The content above seems a bit immature now. Rather than the refined key information, it records more of the emotional impression of the scenery and a simple sketch of the terrain.

My current understanding of the ruins was accumulated step by step like this, which was really not easy. Taking this as an opportunity, Ian recalled a series of past events. The joy and persistence at the time seemed like a dream now... I still remember how shocked I was when I first saw the underground area collapsed into a spiral of ruins. If I had not put all my enthusiasm into exploring the "unconfirmed magic abnormality void" and turned to studying the magic city itself, I might have solved the mystery of its destruction long ago.

Well, I'm quite satisfied with the result, right? The false anomaly does exist, and my efforts are not in vain, even if what I got from it is not good enough to show in front of others... That's right, the only treasure found in this so-called anomaly, the brick-shaped "treasure box" contains a set of strange full-body armor that is full of evil taste and can disguise the wearer as a cute girl... But for this thing, the ability to perfectly change the appearance and simulate the pleasure of the opposite sex and the legendary defense strength are just extras. The high-level magic left on it that only exists in unpopular historical materials is the top priority, not to mention that this armor itself is a perfect application example of these high-level magic...

The chaotic memories stopped here, and Ian's natural smile suddenly froze, and it was hard to tell whether his expression was surprise or fear. Indeed, he had known about the magic that could manipulate space for some time, and had even experienced fixed-point teleportation several times, but this was the first time he had connected his thoughts with the ruins themselves.

He hurriedly scattered the pile of papers that he had just sorted out with great effort, and quickly scanned them to search for all the bytes related to the ruins, terrain and space magic. But this was not enough! He slammed the table and stood up, took down all the books on the bookshelf in one breath, threw them on the floor beside him, and then greedily pounced into the sea of ​​books, twisting like a wolf tearing at its prey! In the end, he impatiently spread out all the relevant books to the key pages, filling every gap on the surface of the bed.

"…Is it really possible…"

Ian's mind flashed with sparks, and he quickly sorted out all the information. Then he put his hand under his chin, bit his lower lip into his mouth, clenched his fingers, and one leg kept shaking in a strange rhythm, indicating that he had devoted his whole body and soul to the research.

Although on the surface, the ruins themselves look like a pile of hills that have been plowed and mixed with a huge amount of building debris, in fact, there is a huge space that is almost hemispherical underground. Various facilities and objects are crushed and buried inside, forming a complex area of ​​different sizes. Depending on the location, there are also elements beyond the theory... such as backflowing seawater or weathered crystal sand. A kind of orderly chaos.

The reasons for the fall of the capital are still unclear. The books and materials that can be verified all stop at the conflict period at the end of the last dynasty. History is precisely divided into two difficult-to-match periods here... Therefore, the mainstream view of contemporary scholars has always tended to be that there was a destructive stratum movement here, or that the ground collapsed on a large scale due to excessive development of magic crystal ore resources. But! All theories have unexplained loopholes such as "why the landform is so distorted" and "it is almost impossible to find biological remains", not to mention the lucky existence of witnesses of long-lived races, who recounted the situation in detail: "A dazzling light lit up the sky. Then the light fell, and the entire capital disappeared. The place where the city used to exist looked the same as it does now, except for the lack of surface plants. However, what I remember most vividly is that there were countless people around after that..."

"Boom! Boom!"

Suddenly, there were two muffled sounds from the wooden door of the room, interrupting Ian's gradually clearing thoughts.

"Are you still asleep?" Ian tilted his head and looked towards the door, smiling bitterly and muttering to himself. After all, although this mansion was huge and could accommodate more than ten people at the same time, there were only two residents left, himself and the eldest lady. He knew the answer from the beginning.

"The door is unlocked!"

Ian put down the paper and pen in his hand with melancholy, turned around and raised his voice, but he didn't get any response for a long time, and he didn't even move his hand. After hesitating for a while, he straightened his back, walked towards the door, and said loudly with his head down: "I'm really sorry about what happened today. I know you are still angry with me, but just now! I deduced a subversive conclusion! So please don't rush to humiliate me, calm down and listen to me first..."

Before he could finish the last few words, the door was already half opened, inadvertently filled with the desire to share and the sense of accomplishment.

However, at this moment, the sight of something piercing his pupil made him freeze in place, his brows furrowed and his eyes dumbfounded.

Are you kidding?

Expectations and reality are very different.

He stared, and the person standing at the door was not the familiar, the woman with long, smooth black hair, the most popular female receptionist in the Adventurer's Guild, the former eldest lady Sena, who was known for her gentleness and beauty but had a changeable temper when she was alone with him... but... a completely, completely unfamiliar girl?

The girl had long, fluffy golden hair with slightly curled ends. The half ponytail faintly exposed at the back added a bit of divinity to her appearance. Her eye-catching orange-red eyes shone like gemstones. She wore a unique skirt with bare shoulders, like an exotic princess. The skin exposed between the hems was rosy and tender, as if it could be blown away. Her slender legs were wrapped in black cotton stockings with ropes, and her feet were wearing a pair of pure white elegant mid-cut boots...

After the blonde girl met the blonde young man's eyes, her confused eyes were instantly stained with tears. She covered her mouth with a ladylike gesture and turned her head away abruptly. In confusion, her fingertips lifted her lower eyelid. When she turned her face back a moment later, there was only a happy and refreshing smile left on her pretty face.

"…Finally… we meet again…"

“Who…are you?”

"If this can make you feel at ease... I won't complain..."

"Stop being so ambiguous. Who are you and what is your purpose in approaching me?"

The blonde girl, who had just been roughly dragged into the room and put on a pair of magic-suppressing handcuffs, sat obediently with her knees up next to the pile of books on the bed, with her head lowered, and remained unmoved by the series of angry questions from the blonde young man in front of her, her expression still showing that faint smile that revealed sadness.

“…I’m here…to see you…” the girl spoke softly. Her voice was as clear as the song of an oriole, so melodious and beautiful, giving people a feeling of being approachable, friendly and familiar, as if it held a magical power of enchantment.

After that, she slowly raised her head, and her eyes, which were filled with tears, were instantly stained with more sadness: "You...really...don't remember me?"

"What a coincidence, I have been writing a diary every day since I can remember..." The girl's pitiful expression didn't seem to affect Ian at all. He just snorted and then pulled his face even more gloomy. He picked up the long sword that was not put back into the scabbard by the door and flashed with silver light, and without saying a word, he directly hit the girl's forehead. Even if the reason he used to refute was made up by him...

"Who the hell are you? There's no third chance!" Ian stabilized his lower body, straightened his upper body, and made the starting posture of one-handed kendo. He gently turned the hilt of the sword and raised his voice to threaten loudly.

The blonde girl was obviously shocked by this, her breathing paused, and then tears flowed from her eyes drop by drop, sliding down her neck, wetting her collar and revealing her light skin. But she sat there steadily, neither begging for mercy nor showing any intention of fighting back, just sitting there steadily, sobbing sadly.

"What's wrong with this person..." Ian gritted his teeth and said tremblingly. Since he had the ability to break through the layers of defense system he set up and break into the Hard Mansion, why is he still being so stubborn now? Despicable guy! His rationality was mobilizing his experience to be alert to the unknown woman in front of him...but...

Ian relaxed his arms slightly, lowered his shoulders, and let the tip of the sword swing to rest on the girl's chest.

Obviously, the girl's touching crying face still shook Ian's will, and made him, who was already particularly good at empathizing with others, feel compassion.

"Since you said you know me, you must know my name, right?" Ian swallowed quietly and asked in a low voice.

"Hippax." The girl whimpered softly after sobbing.

Who is it again?

"... I'm telling you, didn't you find the wrong person?" Ian frowned, and was deeply confused by this strange name that he had never heard of before, which seemed to appear in ancient civilizations on other continents in history books...

"We swore our marriage vows here three hundred years ago. How could we have made a mistake?"

The girl's eyes suddenly became very determined. After saying this angrily, she pursed her lips and stood up with her chest against the tip of the sword! She even took another half step forward and looked up at Ian's face.

Three hundred years ago…?

Wedding vows?

Ian's confusion deepened. Even though the girl in front of him was very beautiful, inhumanly beautiful... but no matter how hard he looked at her, he could not find any characteristics of the elves. Hallucination? Blood demon? Definitely not. The blood color was natural, and when he touched her just now, he could feel her body temperature and pulse, and the reaction of magic was completely normal. Then what about the three hundred years ago she talked about? ! Did he hear it wrong?

"Wait a minute... Hey!... Wait a minute!"

Before Ian could get out of his thoughts, the girl had already stepped on his heels and pounced on him. The heavy silver sword slipped out of his hand and fell to the side with a clang. Instead, a wonderful touch filled his palm.

Warm, soft, elastic... a familiar feeling. Especially in the past month, I often feel it inadvertently on my body while taking a shower... What is this? This is it! The answer was clear. His cheeks turned red and he quickly pulled his hand back. However, the heart-wrenching touch immediately moved to below his collar.

"You... probably came to the wrong place and found the wrong person! I don't know anybody called Kes at all! I'm Ian, Ian! I've never changed my name."

Ian managed to keep his composure, turned his head to avoid the burning gaze, put his hands on the girl's shoulders, and tried to push her away from him, but she clung to him and resisted fiercely.

"Are you going to keep running away? Hipparchus! You know very well... without you... me..." The girl clenched her fists and continued to push forward with her body swaying. Her tone was sonorous and rhythmic, containing a lot of complex emotions that were difficult to express in words.

"Stop it! I told you I don't know the guy with the strange name!" Ian was finally irritated by her for no apparent reason, and he exerted even greater ****, grabbing her wrist fiercely.

“How could this happen! How could this happen!!… Could you really be so cruel… to abandon me and the children… Brother!”

"ha?"

Children? Plural?!

Didn’t you just say it was a marriage vow…?

Relatives, brother?!

Why was it three hundred years ago? Who is this guy? Who is the Shipa he mentioned? How did she get in? How did she find me? Is she related to me by blood? Really a relative? No way, no way, am I asleep? Is this a dream? Oh my God! What the hell is going on here! ! ! ?

Bang!

The amount of information bombarded in such a short time was too great, and Ian's brain finally entered an overload protection state. His body was stiff, and he had lost all his strength. His arms dangled like a puppet with its strings cut, and the only movement on his body was his mouth, which kept opening and closing...

“…………”

"What's wrong?! Answer me! Hello? Do you hear me? Do you hear me, dear?"

The girl seemed to feel secretly pleased with the embarrassing state of the young man in front of her. Although her expression was still sad, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, almost imperceptibly.

But when he saw that the other party had not been resurrected for a long time, he became inexplicably worried.

So this time it was her turn to stand on tiptoe, put her handcuffed hands on his left shoulder, and pushed hard.

The powerless blond young man swayed like seaweed between the extremes of leaning back and forth.

"ah…?"

Ian regained all his strength without warning, his body muscles tensed, and he stood still like a mountain. The shift in center of gravity caused by inertia made the girl stagger, and she almost fell backwards... Fortunately, Ian acted in time and elegantly reached over to hold her slender waist.

The frightened girl took a deep breath, and when she regained her perspective, the blond young man in front of her... Ian, had already completely rushed up to her with his messy bangs, and his exposed blue eyes were constantly shining with her.

The blonde girl's heartbeat suddenly quickened. Being embraced by the handsome man made her cheeks break out in red. She unconsciously covered her heart with both hands... But before she could open her mouth to ask more questions, the young man with a pink filter hugged her again, and with a **** that she could not resist, he quickly turned her body half a circle and pressed her against the wall behind him.

"I understand! I understand!" Ian shook his head and closed his eyes solemnly, with a few strands of hair hanging down from his bangs. His series of operatic actions were completely different from his previous confused look, as if his brain was completely burned out, and he had gone crazy and brought himself into another imaginary identity... But it's not over yet! As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly clapped his hands to the left and right and supported himself on the wall. He used this as a fulcrum to bend down, and used the shadow formed by his tall body to completely engulf the girl's outline. He continued to stare at her face, his lips slightly raised, and whispered to her affectionately: "I will...take responsibility..."

“Eh? …Ah…!?”

This time, the person whose mind was overloaded was the unknown blonde girl. She had just not cared about having her breasts touched, but now she was trembling shyly, trying her best to avoid Ian's burning gaze. But what was the use of this? There was no room for her to relax between the two arms, not even a little room.

"You and the children have worked so hard over the past few hundred years. I will use my entire life to atone for my sins... So... please! Don't leave me again!"

The extremely corny tone, coupled with the extremely corny lines, more than doubled the mental harm caused to the person involved!

“…Ah?…Ah…”

At this moment, the blonde girl, who had experienced such a series of attacks, could only turn sideways with her arms crossed in front of her like a small animal at the bottom of the food chain, her body curled up into a ball. Even though she wanted to say something very much, her mouth was completely out of control and she could not utter a single word.

"Besides that, I have something more important to discuss with you. Are you... willing to listen to me..." Ian said shyly, holding back tears and lifting the girl's chin with his fingertips.

“…Wh…what…”

After receiving the girl's hoarse response, Ian took a deep breath, bowed his head and placed one hand on his chest as if praying, brewing his emotions... Then he took a step forward and hugged the girl, holding her tightly in his arms, and lifted one side of her long hair with his back hand, put his face close to her ear, and whispered in a hollow voice:

"The vegetable leaves from dinner are still stuck to my teeth... Miss..."

“You’re lying! I checked… carefully… when I was in the shower… Ugh… Ugh!!… Ahhhhh!!… Ahhhhhhhh!!…”

Before she could finish her argument, the blonde girl's face instantly turned red. Then her slender legs began to shake violently like a newborn deer, until she fell down with her knees inward with a plop. A huge amount of steam visible to the naked eye continued to pour out of her head, and occasionally she let out a few charming gasps...

"that…"

"Idiot! Pervert! Don't talk to me!"

"Feel sorry…"

The demon-sealing handcuffs had been opened. The blonde girl, who had been cowering in the corner of the bed, choked loudly, then pushed her legs together a little closer and squeezed her body back, with hot air still floating above her head.

Both sides remained silent for nearly ten minutes.

“Shh…”

"Shut up!"

“……”

Ian tried to talk again in a low voice, but was still ruthlessly rejected by a scream. The blonde girl curled up in the pile of books, tickling her slender fingers, her legs shaking, her pupils wandering, and the heat still floating on her head.

Both sides remained silent for nearly twenty minutes.

"How... did you recognize it was me? I dressed up as... differently from the image as possible..."

This time, the blonde girl spoke first. She poked her upper face out from under the thick blanket that had been piled on her body at some point, and spoke word by word towards the wall, whispering her doubts to Ian who was sitting at the other end of the diagonal.

"When you rushed over to shake me, your sideburns showed..."

After hearing Ian's decisive and calm answer, she was a little puzzled, but she soon realized the problem and hurriedly picked up a bunch of hair curled in front of her ear and brought it into her field of vision.

At first glance, there seems to be nothing wrong, with smooth light blonde hair reflecting the warm light elegantly... but if you turn the angle, a small patch of bright red color will jump out before your eyes.

“Really…”

The girl seemed to be annoyed and yelled at herself, pinching the abrupt red hair and trying to put it back into the surrounding blonde hair... However, every time she lowered her head to fiddle with her sideburns, more red hair would always flow out from the bottom of her hairline, which made her even more annoyed.

Finally, after trying several times, a large strand of drooping hair had completely turned brown and red, becoming completely irreparable... The anger that had been suppressed for a long time finally exploded, and she grabbed a large piece of her front hair and pulled it forward with all her strength, as if she was completely unaware of the pain!

The whole hair was pulled off just like that! ... No... the whole long hair was pulled off just like that... Still not right! The whole fluffy, slightly curly golden long hair was pulled off just like that along with part of the scalp!

The sudden rough operation made Ian's face wrinkle as he turned his head to look over. However, after careful analysis, he found that there was no restricted or bizarre scene as he had imagined at the seam. What was connected under the golden hair should be just some kind of wig made to be similar to the skin color.

But what made Ian even more uncomfortable was yet to come. The moment the wig was removed, the long red hair, which was much longer than the average length, was freed from restraint and poured down like a waterfall, resting on the girl's rosy shoulders, piling on her not-so-big but well-shaped chest, and spreading between the ravines of the bed sheet, completely changing the impression of the girl's upper body in the blink of an eye. Then, the red-haired girl crossed her arms behind her back and gathered her long hair, lifting it up like doing gymnastics, drawing an arc in the air gracefully, and then shook her head left and right. This series of actions was intended to loosen up the long hair that was piled up near the neckline or stuck on the edge of the ears, allowing it to be relocated to the correct position by gravity.

"Are you still wearing it..."

Even though the answer was already known, Ian couldn't help but murmur this sentence. After all, even though the girl in front of him had some makeup on her face, the familiar bangs reshaped her facial contours, and she was easily recognized as the... ethereal figure that he had only seen in the mirror all along -

Linta Hegla, this is the name of the red-haired girl who is sitting on his bed now. She is tall and has a good appearance. She was born in an unknown village. She came to this town alone a few months ago and is active among adventurers as a powerful magic swordsman. She is a little shy and unwilling to take the initiative to contact others. She is also not good at dressing herself up. Her clothes are very tightly wrapped. Her hairstyle is a unique low ponytail. She is always polite when speaking, with a strange accent. She is good at sports and writing, and her favorite fruit is citrus...

However, after thinking so much, I realized that Linta does not actually exist.

Because she is exactly herself, the role she plays by putting on the "skin" of a girl, and it has always been like this and there has never been any change.

And now... this girl whom I created... Linta... now... appears before me without my control? Then... who am I...

Ian's self-awareness was briefly confused. He held his forehead with one hand and glanced down at his flat chest. He felt very dazed for a moment. After all, he had just escaped from a one-month girl's life. He was almost at the point where he would sit down unconsciously even when he urinated.

Fortunately, he made full use of rational logic and used his own unique treatment method - slapping himself hard twice, and quickly suppressed the problem.

"You agreed to let me try it on before..." After seeing Ian recover from his weird behavior of beating himself with his arms crossed on his face, Linta, who was now Senna, complained in a low voice. "Besides, it's still confiscated, so you have no right to blame me."

"I don't mean to blame you... but... it's too late now..." Ian scratched his slightly red and swollen face awkwardly, and tilted his head to glance at the wall clock with a simple plaid pattern on the far wall. The eye-catching short and thick black hands on the clock were already in the quadrant representing "late night". To put it another way, it would mean that it would only take a few hours before dawn.

"Aren't you still energetic?" Linta also took a look and muttered aggrievedly.

"Because I couldn't sleep."

"You talk as if I could fall asleep after what happened to me!" Linta, with her hair loose, crossed her arms and pouted.

"I'm sorry about what happened today and just now...but! Staying up all night is very harmful to the body. Not only..." Ian stood up suddenly and slowly raised a finger.

"Stop stop stop stop!!! Long-winded speeches prohibited!"

The red-haired girl vaguely sensed Ian's preaching style and shouted loudly while rushing forward with her hands clasped together, stretching her arms towards Ian with all her strength, trying to confront his nagging mouth from a distance.

"I have enough time to catch up on my sleep, but Sister Sena, you still have work to do tomorrow..."

"It's not over yet!"

Linta stood up furiously, rubbing the sheets. She didn't have time to put on her shoes, and she took a big step on Ian with only her socks on. Her cheeks were still as red as apples, which showed that the aftermath of the series of events just now had not dissipated... So what drove her to face Ian again was not courage, but pure passion.

The two sides just stood there motionless, staring at each other awkwardly for a few seconds, and then turned around at high speed at the same time as if they had agreed in advance, taking deep breaths continuously.

"Okay, okay... you're the winner. I'll go back to my room and sleep after I finish my work..."

The red-haired girl sighed with a half-smile in her eyes, her shoulders drooping weakly, and she turned her face half way back and said to Ian with a frown.

"Business?"

"As usual, lend me your only useful little invention." She reached her hand around his neck and playfully hooked it twice.

Ian also smiled and sighed after hearing this. Once upon a time, in order to facilitate the weighing of large materials, he used the elasticity of crystals mined from the ruins to make a simple and portable color reading pressure-sensitive scale. Later, Senna discovered that this little invention had better practical value in weighing, and she often borrowed it for a long time.

As for why she wanted to use this thing at this time? And why in this way... Ian thought a lot, but in the end he didn't say a word, because he always felt it would be troublesome.

But even though he was thinking carefully about how to avoid harm, he subconsciously asked something that was obviously more troublesome:

"If this is the real business...what does that just now mean?"

Before she finished speaking, the red-haired girl's legs began to tremble again like before. Noticing this, Ian quickly pursed his lips and leaned over to get a scale from the sundries piled under the bookcase, avoiding eye contact with her.

"Have you done similar things to other people..." The red-haired girl did not answer the question. Instead, she threw an even more meaningless question back at Ian in a very small voice.

"What's going on? ...I didn't hear it clearly..."

"It's nothing! I just wanted to play a prank at that time! After all, I am Linta now! I have to have some fun with this super cute look, right? Besides, I haven't forgiven you yet! Not only did you lock me up with the handcuffs I lent you to study, but you also dared to poke my face with a sword! You are so rude to girls you don't know!" She pressed her chest and raised her voice in stages. The loudness of each sentence was much louder than before. She tried her best to make herself feel that she could cover up the shameful whispers before with the volume.

"Have you ever thought about what I would do if I didn't recognize it was you?" Ian responded hoarsely. Only in this sentence did his tone sound quite suppressed and serious.

"Ha, I know you're such a coward, so I want to bully you, my dear brother!...By the way, my acting skills are pretty good, aren't they, to be able to scare you like that." Linta glanced to the upper left corner, and quickly switched to the tone of her previous blonde mode, but with a little more mockery. "In order not to be deceived by you unilaterally, I spent a lot of time practicing when I was free. Maybe I'm actually very talented in drama. Just looking at the setting of the play just now, my words are actually what you wanted but couldn't get in your previous life..."

"You should read less books that are out of touch with reality. Here." Knowing that Linta was trying to ease the atmosphere, Ian responded with a joking complaint and did not ask any more questions. Then he smiled bitterly and handed over the scale he had just found and placed it on the bed near the other person, then he stood up with his strength and bent over to sit in the corner of the bed.

“So slow!”

Linta quickly scooped up the scale, placed it gently on the ground through the cracks in the floor, took a deep breath, straightened her chest to build up her courage, and then stood up straight, trying to keep her body weight in the middle of the plane, carefully keeping it stable with a funny posture like a wingless bird in the frozen soil. After that, she looked down at the color in the rectangular box above the scale, and finally compared it with the surrounding colors to analyze the specific data.

The result should be immediate, although there will be some errors due to various reasons, but in the case of such large unit measurement, it can be completely ignored. However, for some reason, Linta still stood stiffly on the scale, as if she thought that if she waited a little longer, the reading would change for the better.

Then, she stepped down from the scale, unbuttoned her chest without saying a word, twisted her body to take off her relatively heavy coat and threw it on Ian, then stepped back onto the scale, tilted her head and remained motionless for a long time, as if she felt that if she just waited a little longer, the reading would change for the better.

Then, she got off the scale without saying a word, unzipped the side of her unique skirt, squatted to take it off, threw it on Ian, then stepped back on the scale, tilted her head and remained motionless for a long time, as if she thought that if she waited a little longer, the reading would change for the better.

Then, she got off the scale without saying a word, crossed her hands, pulled off her tight shirt from the bottom, put it on Ian's face, tidied her hair, and then stepped back on the scale, tilted her head and remained motionless for a long time, as if she thought that if she waited a little longer, the reading would change for the better.

Then, she got off the scale, without saying a word, stood on one foot, hopped, raised her leg, grabbed her toes with her hands, pulled off her stockings, and prepared to throw them away...

"Wait, wait a minute!" At this point, Ian finally couldn't bear it anymore. He interrupted Linta's absent-minded ups and downs loudly and drew her attention to himself.

Now, below the waist, except for her right leg which was still covered with black knee-high stockings, there was only a pair of silk-edged panties with not much fabric embedded between her thighs. Her upper body was completely exposed, and two lumps of white soft flesh kept shaking with her movements.

"Hey, Ian, this thing is broken." Linta didn't care about her exposure. She had an inanimate expression on her face, pointed at the scale, and made a muffled sound full of resentment.

"You are the one who is broken, right?" Ian took off a few pieces of his clothes, pulled a blanket to cover his waist and legs, crossed his fingers over his eyes, and several vertical lines appeared between his eyebrows. "I just took it out to weigh the wood yesterday, there is no problem..."

"It must have broken down during this half day, that's the only way it could be!" Linta hammered her right fist into her left palm, and said happily as if she had suddenly realized something.

"Don't fool yourself like that, Sister Sena...what's the reading?"

"The readings are meaningless because it's broken!"

How stubborn! In order to escape reality, this frustrated woman seemed to be able to quickly make up any lame excuses.

"…" Ian was silent for a while, lowered his head even deeper, quickly filtered the information, and said with a heavy sigh: "It's at least ten pounds heavier, right..."

"How do you know!" The girl opened her mouth in surprise, turned around, clenched her fists and swung her arms behind her. With the large movements, her breasts, which were not plump but had a very good shape, swayed back and forth.

"Because what you are wearing is so heavy, this is the most basic consideration."

"Impossible!" Linta retorted loudly without thinking.

"So do you want to admit that you've really gained that much weight?" Ian raised an eyebrow, his tone becoming more mocking.

“Ouch!” Linta staggered back half a step after being poked in the sore spot, gritted her teeth, tilted her head and whispered to herself: “…How could it be…my whole body is so tense…my waist is several inches thinner, my breasts are smaller…I feel like I’ve lost weight…”

"It looks like you've lost weight, but actually only the volume has been compressed, and the original weight has not changed."

"So that's how it is. Then I... No, no, no!" After sighing in disappointment, she immediately realized the weirdness. She raised her arm in annoyance and pointed it at Ian: "Then why do you really become lighter when you put it on! I easily carried you and Linta out of the bath that time!"

"Well..." Ian dragged out his words because he was being unconscientious. "Because the situation was urgent, I subconsciously released an incomplete levitation technique..."

"Uhhhhh, Ian, you big liar!" For the third time today, this furious woman rushed towards Ian without learning her lesson, bent over and raised her hips, glared at him from a condescending perspective, hooked her fingertips on his collar, and vented loudly: "Do you know how much effort I put in to lose weight to have a figure like Linta? I made a lot of lists carefully. Not only did I **** myself to jog home after get off work every day, but I even reduced a lot of desserts! My social life was disrupted because of this, you know!" She never tired of complaining to Ian about how much effort it was to control her figure, but Ian didn't respond at all, as if she didn't exist at all. He stood there like a wooden statue, quite annoyingly silent.

"Just look at me!" Linta, who was inexplicably furious, shouted loudly. She grabbed Ian's wrists with her left and right hands and pushed his raised arms down!

“…Chest…” Ian, who was suppressed by brute ****, did not resist, but just said two words softly.

"Chest?" Linta raised her eyebrows in doubt, lowered her head and followed Ian's gaze. The two plump balls hanging on her chest were exposed to the field of vision without any cover, shaped by gravity into a half-teardrop shape, and almost touching Ian's face. Just now, when she was talking to him just now! . "Huh?...Ahhh...Ahhhhhh? Ahhhh!! Don't look! Pervert!" Linta's face turned red again, and after several overlaps, it was almost glowing! She waved her hands randomly, scratching in front of Ian's eyes without any method.

"You've been covering your eyes tightly, and you closed them just now too. I guarantee that you didn't see anything... Hurry and put on your clothes..." Ian leaned his upper body back and shook his elbows, using body language to prove that what he said was true.

"… You… you understand, right?… All the underwear of the right size… are in your room… so for convenience, just… and this vague sense of oppression makes it impossible to tell whether you are wearing clothes or not, right, right!"

Linta held onto Ian's shoulders to help him stand steady, then she made some awkward excuses while covering her chest with her forearms, squeezing it into a concave shape, and stepped back tremblingly on tiptoe.

"It feels like that, but I think I can still tell whether someone is wearing clothes or not..."

"It's okay because it's fake... It's okay because it's fake... It's okay because it's not mine! Because it's Linta's!" Linta turned her back to Ian, standing on tiptoe while pressing her shoulders down. It was a posture that was an **** interpretation of being coquettish, and coupled with her loud self-suggestion, it can be seen that she was trying her best to release the pressure.

"That's it! Let's do this for now! We can talk tomorrow if you have anything to say! Good night!!" Without giving Ian a chance to respond, the red-haired girl turned around quickly, her bangs sticking to her sweaty forehead, tears in her eyes. After making a unilateral proposal to Ian, she covered her face and ran out of the room without saying a word, not forgetting to close the door with a bang before leaving.

Letting go of the hand that was covering his eyes, Ian bent down deeply, and listened with melancholy to the sound of Linta's footsteps as they faded away... and then she turned back in a hurry.

The sound of footsteps approached loudly, and finally stopped outside the door. After a few knocks with knuckles, the old wooden door creaked open. The girl with messy red hair slowly leaned over and peeked out from the gap between the door and the wall. After looking around nervously, she whispered softly:

"Ian...the clothes...please pass them to me...thank you..."

"call!"

Just like tonight in the bathroom, she suddenly ran away...Senna.

Ian leaned back with his feet on the ground, and collapsed on the bed among the neatly arranged books, as if he had been relieved of a great burden. No, it cannot be said as if...

From the moment Sena, wearing that thing and disguised as a blonde girl, appeared in front of him, until she packed up and left the room, every nerve in his body was on full alert, trying hard to suppress the anxiety, fear, confusion, panic, helplessness, shame... and then the terrible... sexual desire.

Viewed from the side, Ian's buttocks, which were now covered with a blanket, had already formed a series of soft triangular shadow outlines, starting from the same fulcrum.

Even though he didn't want to do this a million times, the thing in his lower body that had been physically suppressed for nearly thirty days was now in a completely uncontrollable state of congestion, rising to the maximum, itching unbearably, and desperately fighting against his own rational will.

Every minute and every second, whether she was blonde or red-haired, dressed neatly or half naked… eyes, face, neck, collarbone, chest, waist, abdomen, thighs, feet, and private parts… every graceful appearance of the beautiful girl, even now, ten minutes later, was still deeply imprinted on his retina, like the lingering shadow of the light spots after fireworks. He didn't dare to close his eyes now, because he knew that even a moment of negligence would bring irreversible consequences.

Just like tonight not long ago.

So Ian made up his mind deeply, clenched his teeth with the **** that could crack a walnut, shook off his right hand that had been placed on his hip in a trance, tightened his waist muscles like ropes, and bounced himself up with a beautiful forward flip. He grabbed the blanket that had not yet fallen to the ground in mid-air and threw it casually to the corner of the bed. Without saying a word, he walked straight to the curtain and stepped to the other side of the curtain.

“Hualala!”

The cold wind howled again in the middle of the night, greedily pouring into the not-so-wide room, sweeping every corner in an instant. The pages of the book that he had just carefully turned over were rustling, and the notes that he had laboriously arranged were scattered in the air again. If he were a normal person, he would definitely be worried for a long time because of this.

But it's different now, it's different now! Ian pulled up his bangs, and with his arms flat and proud, he stood straight in front of the window he had opened himself, letting the biting cold wind blow through him, praying that it would wash away his original sin.

“Hoohoo~”

The physical calming technique learned on the spot once again played a significant role. The feeling of goose bumps instantly occupied the interior of my brain. Assisted by one...two...three times of magic conditioning, the raging desire finally stopped running wild. But even so, my lower body was still erect, and the beauty was still lingering in my mind.

Ian hardened his heart, closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, took a deep breath, and then took another deep breath. He tried his best to mobilize himself and dive into the ocean of consciousness... The impact brought by the figure in the mirror, as a real third-person entity, was far beyond his expectations. How can he, how can he calm down... How... Linta... Because it's fake... Because it's... fake?

Thinking of this, Ian breathed a sigh of relief. It was not that he could negate the underlying animalistic judgment by simply emphasizing that the girl's body was fake, but that he could change the direction of his thinking and understand Linta Hegla...that girl...that girl...that "skin"...that suit of armor from the perspective of cognitive objects. Everything would be different. Speaking of the matter, this thing was the first time that someone else had worn it. He couldn't even count the number of research questions that arose from the changes in the subjects on one hand.

What's more, I was **** to wear it continuously for nearly 30 days, and there was a lot of data that needed to be recorded and organized urgently.

Ian raised his right fist in a dashing manner, a victory for his thirst for knowledge.

“Bang!”

He closed the window again, and all the rustling sounds disappeared in an instant. His bangs that were blown up by the wind fell down again, covering more than half of his face.

Ian, who had basically calmed down, adjusted the drawstring of his pants to the maximum looseness without falling down, so as to reduce the physical stimulation caused by friction. Then he walked to the table in small steps, raised his arms and stretched his body as if doing gymnastics, shaking his neck from side to side to make a sound.

"First, the sound..."

With a series of silky movements, he sat down on the chair steadily, pulled out a few sheets of paper from the drawer and spread them flat on the table. With his right hand, he picked up the steel-tipped pen that was directly placed in the ink bottle beside him, and after simply wiping it a few times on the cotton cloth on the side, he placed it on the upper left corner of the first sheet of paper.

Linta, played by Sena, sounds very different from when she was in that role, and she is certain that it is not because she lacks the accent that she deliberately mixed with the speaking habits of remote areas in order to blur her origins.

No, no... If you exclude Sena's pretentious voice at the beginning and her bluffing tone afterwards, you can still hear the similarity if you listen carefully. At least the pleasant timbre is consistent, but it doesn't sound as full as when I wear it myself...

Several possible explanations flashed through Ian's mind, and after eliminating them one by one, soon only one was left.

The technology for recording sound has been developed and popularized for some years. Its implementation methods are mainly divided into two technical directions: physical vibration engraving and magic wave conversion. But no matter which one, there is a significant problem in common, that is, users always complain that the recorded sound is not as good as their own voice, or... it doesn't sound like themselves at all.

So what is the truth?

When the ear is speaking, the sound captured from the inside resonates through the mouth and the skull, thus distorting some of the information characteristics, which is why there is a sense of difference. When Linta speaks, the sound is directly obtained by the vibration of the vocal cords through the interference of magic. When it reaches the mouth, it is already a girl's voice, so it will naturally be affected by this aspect.

Besides, she must have been pinching her throat intentionally or unintentionally when she spoke just now. No wonder I didn't recognize her at first. She really put in a lot of effort.

When the notes reached this point, Ian noticed Sena's little thoughts and chuckled with one corner of his mouth slightly raised.

So… even if the wearer is a girl named Sena, Linta’s voice is basically the same as when she wears it, so she can overturn her previous conclusion that “the wearer’s original voice is raised to simulate a girl’s voice”. The truth should be closer to “the wearer’s voice is directly adjusted to a preset voice”, so that no matter who the wearer is, the voice can be kept consistent…

As for why it was designed this way, Ian used erasable chalk to mark a question mark and left half of the page blank. After all, there is still too little information about its origin today.

"Then the eyes..."

Linta's eye color was orange-red, and a lighter one, which was significantly different from the brown-red color similar to her hair color when she wore it. It is known that the eye structure of the armor... "skin" has a thin and semi-transparent "membrane" that can be directly attached to the front of the wearer's eye. When wearing it, the eyes will naturally fit on it when the wearer opens his eyes. It has the self-purification ability to allow substances to pass through, and also has a certain physical defense strength.

The color covering the iris area is a translucent light red, and Sena's own eye color is light yellow, so the superposition would indeed be closer to orange-red... but this doesn't make sense, because her eyes are azure blue, and according to color theory, the superposition should turn toward purple... but the reality is unexpectedly closer to red.

Could it be due to the reflection of the light, or an optical illusion compared to the golden hair?

Ian quickly denied this. After all, when she was obscured by her own shadow, or when she took off her wig, her pupils still looked orange. The illusion was a completely illogical and distracting option.

"wig?"

He then thought of the pile of golden hair that was now on the bed. He forgot to give it to her just now. He would return it to her tomorrow after she calmed down or when she was not at home.

As for why Sena would buy this kind of thing, he had some idea in his mind. Once upon a time, at the dining table, Sena had inadvertently revealed that she was quite envious of her hair color, but that was a long time ago.

Ian thought that the rustic brown and black color of Senna was more scholarly.

Back to the question of the eyes, Ian shifted the focus of his conjecture to the difference in magic fluctuations. Magic fluctuation differences are a general reference to the differences in magic types, quality, and capacity between individuals. It is precisely because of the existence of magic fluctuation differences that even if different individuals release the same spell, the results will be biased, which is like a chain reaction. In the final analysis, this "skin" is still a product that relies on magic to operate. Although the consumption has been optimized to a level that does not affect daily activities through various clever collaborations, it still requires the wearer to continuously supply it with magic.

What does this indicate? The existence of magic power differences is likely to affect the final performance after wearing, such as the color of the pupils, or the sensitivity of the body. But now there are too few reference samples and no substantial evidence, so we can only remain in the guessing stage.

What's more, it is very likely that Sena was wearing makeup. I have heard of props that can change eye color. After the storm of this matter has passed, I will find time to ask her.

So Ian picked up the chalk and drew a question mark on the back of the note, leaving a blank, turned the page, and went to the next question.

"Hmm...tight feeling..."

Sena mentioned this in her soliloquy a moment ago.

The size of the "skin" is definitely too small compared to my body, especially in the wrinkled state without anything to stretch it open, the limbs will shrink due to elasticity, and the head will droop due to gravity, which will make me feel even more restrained. If there is no intervention of space magic, even if the material is extremely elastic, it will definitely not be comfortable to wear, after all, I am more than half a head taller... So it is reasonable that I feel a sense of tightness all over my body after wearing it.

However, Sena's height is basically the same as Linta's, and she will feel tight and uncomfortable after putting on the clothes, which seems not to be caused by forcing herself to stretch... But some parts of Sena's figure are actually fuller, so if we calculate it this way, there is still a lack of analytical data...

From this, there is another thing that I am more concerned about. If the estimated height after wearing the "skin" without any content and without external **** is smaller than the actual height after wearing it, that is, the "Linta" I play is a little taller than the set size... Then what about the height of Sena, who is of similar height or even slightly shorter, after wearing it? Will it increase the height or shrink? If someone who is obviously much shorter like Gorilla wears it, will it become...

Anyway, let's put it aside for now. We can't get specific data just by visual estimation. Let's wait for Sena...

"ah!!!!!!!!!!"

A sharp female scream pierced through the wall and went straight into his cochlea, and there was no need to guess where the sound came from.

Ian's eyes widened instantly under his bangs. He kicked the chair away without any strength and strode towards the door. In the process, he balanced his staggering steps like an ice dancer, picked up the long sword, and with a "bang", he slammed the door open and ran down the corridor.

"There's no need to make a fuss, this mansion is absolutely safe", "Maybe she just saw a bug or something, after all, she is most afraid of those", "Senna has a good sense of self-protection now, she will be fine", "It must be an accident, just a misunderstanding..." In Ian's mind, these words flashed alternately like patterns on a high-speed turntable for a short time, but his footsteps became heavier and heavier, and his teeth were clenched so tightly that they made a sound.

A similar thing had happened before, and Sena's extremely frightened look at that time left him with a serious psychological trauma. In addition, a "strange blonde woman" had just broken through the security system he was so confident in, making him extremely troubled.

So bad ideas gradually take over.

In just a few seconds, Ian had arrived at the source of the scream. He stepped quickly to the third doorway at the southwest corner of the second floor with full tension, and even left a few faint burn marks between the soles of his shoes and the floor.

"Senna! Are you okay?" Without any hesitation, Ian used his shoulders, which were emitting a faint blue light, to break the wooden door with all his strength. The lock core exploded directly. He lifted up his bangs, and his hand holding the sword was clenched so tightly that it was bleeding. He half-knelt down in a state of preparation for attack, full of unconcealable worry, and roared loudly.

"ah!!"

In front of him, in an exquisite room which was quite small for this mansion, the frightened red-haired girl was sitting on a white porcelain stool. She leaned back instinctively, protecting her upper body with one hand, while the other hand, which she had not yet freed, was clutching several crumpled tissues... wiping the exposed edge of her lower body?

Looking closely, the red-haired girl... Linta's current condition is very strange. The thin shirt on her upper body is rolled up under her chest, revealing about 30% of her lower breasts. The half-removed skirt is stuck between her knees with her legs spread out. A single stocking is piled on the upper of her shoe. Her private parts are spread out to both sides. Even in the shadow, it is still easy to see the pink labia minora and other structures that are different from men. It is as if she just masturbated on the toilet...

No! This is it!

Ian, who just realized that he had broken into Sena's private bathroom, broke out in a cold sweat and wanted to retreat quickly, but it was too late!

"abnormal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The girl, whose face had already turned red, screamed and picked up the high-necked vase that was used as a decoration on the windowsill behind the toilet. Then she swung her arm half a circle in a roulette-like manner, accelerated! Accelerated again! And threw it accurately at Ian's forehead!

Semi-aquatic orange-yellow flowers, green duckweed, and blue algae, together with the clear water, silt, and the entire micro-ecosystem that cultivates them, float in the air, scattering beautiful golden curves. If this scene is supplemented by some auxiliary lighting and then photographed with a projector, it will surely be a wonderful work of art.

What about the vase itself? Why doesn’t it appear in the picture? The answer is that Linta grabbed the vase again at the last moment before it slipped out of her hand. The remaining rationality told her what the consequences would be if she really did so... but that was all the rationality left.

Then time began to flow again.

“Pah!”

“Crash!”

“Snap!”

“Crash!”

“Da da da…”

“……”

“……”

"Idiot!!!!!!!!!!!! Pervert!!!!!!!!! Get out!!!!!!!!!"

"So why on earth is this happening! Ian!!!"

“I don’t know either!”

"You don't even know what I mean! Why is it like that? Haven't you ever encountered this in such a long time?!"

"I swear to you, I never did."

"Why is that, Ian?!"

"I've already told you I don't know. Just continue washing...Give me some time to think..."

“Ahhh!… What is this! What is this!… This is so embarrassing… Asshole!!”

In the bathroom on the second floor of the mansion, the warm yellow magic crystal lamp gently illuminates the room and provides comfortable warmth just like it did not long ago. However, now there is no steam from the hot water pool, and the images reflected by the mirror cabinet and sliding door are no longer blurred. The whole space feels much clearer, but it has also lost some of its mood... People who use the bathroom now no longer need this mood...

The red-haired girl, sitting naked in front of the bathroom sink, angrily complained to the blond young man sitting next to her on the left, then curled up into a ball, squeezed her feet on the edge of the round stool, and twisted her body. She folded her hands and covered her mouth tightly, a scream that was muffled in her mouth escaped, followed by another scream...

Why did she go back to the bathroom to wash at this time? What was the origin of the panicked scream that Ian heard through the wall? Ian was covered in mud and it was necessary to rinse it quickly, so why did she have to wash this body that was not her own under multiple pressures?

Everything, to put it simply...she just peed her pants...

But they are not pants in the traditional sense.

"Tonight, I drank too much tea and didn't have time to take off my clothes... and then! It was clearly... coming out... I felt it... but! Nothing... Then, it came out from my entire lower body, legs, feet! It was like sweating! A little bit at a time! Underwear, socks... all... all... uh ah!!" These were Linta's exact words just now. Of course, she said them with a crying voice of **** shame.

The facts were indeed as she said, nothing was exaggerated or dramatic. After leaving Ian's room, she went back to her room, put on her clothes and prepared to go to bed. Then, she felt like peeing before going to bed, and went to the bathroom without taking off this outfit... The result was just like peeing in pants, the stuff that was supposed to be released was completely blocked on the inside of this "skin", and then slowly seeped out and flowed all over her lower body...

Ian was naturally as ignorant as he answered. In the dozens of days that he had lived as Linta, nothing abnormal had happened to his body. Except for the absence of menstruation, his basic physiological behavior, at least on the surface, was no different from that of a real girl.

Even if he wanted to ask her for more details, it would undoubtedly add fuel to the fire for the **** Linta, so Ian could only rely on his understanding of the armor in his mind and deduce it bit by bit from scratch.

He put down the shampoo that was recently purchased but only half used by the two women with extra-long hair, and rubbed his hair, which had been washed twice, with his hands lathered with foam. At the same time, he closed his eyes tightly and quickly searched for any knowledge that might be related to Linta's current situation.

Then within five seconds, Ian came to a conclusion that the probability was more than 90%... but it was just... difficult to explain to her...

So he stopped, glanced at Linta who was still making strange noises of resentment beside him, slowly opened his mouth to try to talk to her, but immediately took it back and pinched his forehead in distress.

"...Sister Sena...you..." Ian turned his head to the other side, scratching his face with his fingers, looking very ****. "Before you put it on, did you observe the bottom of this thing...the part between your legs..."

"You ask such an embarrassing question right at the start... You are amazing..." Linta remained in the same position for a moment, then just poked her face out from between her arms, her eyes slightly curved, and smiled awkwardly. "I checked it carefully... I also put my fingers in... It looked and felt... It was really too much... But I was just curious! You must have done the same thing, right!?"

"..." Ian was silent for a while, nodded slightly, and then was silent for a while. "...I mean the inside."

"Just say it clearly once and for all, you idiot!"

"Feel sorry…"

"I won't let you off!"

In the blink of an eye, Linta buried her head, which had been sticking out of control, back into her arms. Her breathing quickened and her shame increased.

"... As for the inside... I didn't pay attention. I just pulled it up like tight pants at that time. I didn't feel anything strange. It was smooth, cool and close to my body." Linta buried her head and secretly looked at her smooth belly through the gap between her breasts. "Speaking of this, the inner layer is actually very flat. Logically, that place should be bulging inside because it needs depth, right? Is it because of the space magic you often talk about?"

"...Oh...that's right...and strictly speaking, the inside is not actually flat, there are also undulations on the inside...especially the area closer to the front, which is concave inside and out." Ian also suppressed his shame and spoke in an academic tone as calmly as possible. After all, no matter what, he could not completely get rid of desire and think of something that was exactly the same as a girl's private parts as an object.

"What is that for? I'm bringing it up now because..." Linta was suspicious. But then, he understood Ian's hint, clenched his thumb, and asked with even greater shame: "Is it... used to... do that...?"

"Well, connectivity to meet basic physiological needs..." Ian nodded slightly.

"Yes! Such a mechanism obviously exists, so why do I behave like this and like that!" Linta put her feet down from the stool and twisted the chair around, with one arm pressed between her thighs and the other on her chest. Her face was extremely red and she was filled with resentment, all she wanted to do was to defend herself.

"…Because you need to put the right things in…for it to work smoothly…otherwise it will absorb any liquid as sweat, just like other parts of the body, and metabolize it to the outside along with the dirt…probably…" Ian also cooperated by turning around, but his face was still tilted away.

"Wow, so there are accessories... no wonder." Linta smiled, a somewhat annoyed smile, and then fiddled with her drooping hair to cover the bulge on her chest. She stretched out her right arm, pointed at Ian in a circle and shouted: "Where are you hiding, you petty guy? If you had known this would happen, you didn't tell me. You are deliberately taking **** on me, right?"

"No... no accessories..."

“What is that? Can you just…put…put…ah…ah…ah…ah…ah…”

"You must be kidding... Why is such a cute child..." Her smile disappeared, and she returned to doubt. As her mind gradually became clearer, she hugged her head, and her face was covered with more shame, and the shame level exploded! As if with the exploding steam, she made a "bang!" sound, and then she bounced up, slapped her palms on the mirror, and then she squinted at the cute red face in the mirror and roared loudly: "It's specially made for men to wear!!"

"So... this is why I keep going back and forth to the ruins. Supplementing the family income is one thing, but the more important thing is to unravel the mysteries surrounding it, especially to find out... who the person who made it is, what his purpose was, and why he made it like this." Ian didn't bother to look at Linta, he held his forehead with one hand and sighed softly.

"I can't accept it... I can't accept it..." Linta, who was leaning against the mirror cabinet, seemed not to have heard Ian's confession. She lowered her head and kept muttering the same sentence.

"But it's just a guess after all. After all, other things aren't affected by gender differences, right? ...Although the possibility is very high."

"Ah, I'm really convinced! It turns out that trying things on now is a complete mistake!" Linta pushed the mirror cabinet and fell back on the stool. Although her face was still covered with red shame, she finally knew the reason for her embarrassment, so from her small movements, it can be seen that she is in a much better mood.

Then she raised her arms high, and with a lazy movement like sitting on a recliner, she put her hands into her hair, resting her knuckles behind her head, and her fingertips searched for something at the back of her white neck.

But it seems that the goal has not been achieved for a long time.

"Hey, Ian, stop hiding from me. Please help me open the zipper. I can't find the clip." She moved a little anxiously and glared at Ian with a pout.

"Zipper? Take it off here now? Really..." Ian was shocked and immediately emphasized the current situation, both asking the other party and warning himself.

"If I don't take it off and wash my body, I'll always feel sick and uneasy inside... Just stop staring at me." Linta lowered her voice, her moist lips trembling slightly.

"…Then…wouldn't it be fine if I just go out first?"

“…That’s right!!!…Help! Help me pull it open and then get out quickly!!” She realized that her thinking was completely wrong from the beginning, and hurriedly pulled her hand out, pressed it hard on her thigh, lowered her head, squinted her eyes, and shouted with stuttering.

Ian raised his eyebrows, got up from the stool, and quietly approached Linta. Although he had bathed with her several times in recent days, and she had invited him every time... but it was still hard for him to accept that he was not a woman and was no longer a child. Her words were obviously the same.

Humans are creatures that rely mainly on vision to make judgments. Even though she knew that the person of the same sex in front of her was actually someone of the opposite sex in disguise, she still subconsciously relaxed her guard...

With such emotion, Ian, who was already standing behind Linta, parted the center of her waist-length hair with his left hand, then stretched out his right hand with a faint blue mist emitting from his fingertips, and slowly approached her snow-white neck.

The moment her fingers touched the soft skin, Linta trembled noticeably, but she did not slap Ian away with her backhand. Instead, she gritted her teeth and endured the stimulation, and her body seemed to sit more firmly.

Ian's glowing fingertips rudely slid up and down Linta's neck, stopping just below the roots of her hair and pressing with minimal ****.

But nothing happened.

The faint light from his fingertips dispersed, then gathered again, brighter than before, and then he pressed with medium ****.

But still nothing happened.

The glimmer dispersed again, gathered, pressed, dispersed, gathered, pressed...

Still nothing happened. The semi-hard object hidden inside did not react at all even though enough magic power was introduced.

"What's wrong! Haven't you found it yet?"

“…No, it’s right here, no mistake…”

"Then help me open it quickly, don't waste time!" Linta shouted anxiously, but her body remained motionless, as if she was fixed there by magic. Even though she was in such a hurry, she was still very cooperative.

"The intervention of external magic power... has been blocked. It seems that only the magic power circulating inside can affect the mechanism. Some kind of protection mechanism." Ian frowned, removed his hand that was soaked by body temperature, put down Linta's long hair, and took a half step back. He was confused by this unprecedented discovery. At the same time, Linta turned around, her expression was a transitional state of annoyance and confusion. "What do you mean?"

"That is to say..." Ian swallowed his saliva, put his fingers in front of his mouth, avoided Linta's gaze, and said gloomily: "In this state... it must be the wearer... now it is you, the person who can open it."

"Hahaha??!!"

"Hey, Ian, tell me the truth. I have no connection with magic, so am I going to live as Linta for the rest of my life?"

The blond young man and the red-haired girl, both wearing only bath towels that barely covered their private parts, snuggled up on the edge of the bathtub with rounded corners and a gentle slope. The red-haired girl rested her head on the blond young man's shoulder, her face ashen, and her eyes that had lost their luster made it hard to tell where they were focused.

"Don't let your imagination run wild, Sister Sena. Give me a month... no, two weeks at most. As long as I understand the structure, even if there is a legendary defense mechanism... it won't be difficult for me to break it. Believe me." Ian, who was not sitting properly, glanced at the girl diagonally below. His words were definitely not white lies. This magic madman was really prepared for continuous and endless attack.

"Two weeks?" Linta raised her head in a hurry, her tearful eyes fixed on Ian's face. "No! No! I still have work to do! Something will definitely go wrong if it takes that long! Besides, every time I go to the bathroom, it will end up like this!! I don't want it! What should I do!! Ian, what should I do!!"

"Calm down! It's no big deal..." Ian raised his hand and pressed Linta's shoulder, trying to comfort her as her emotions gradually got out of control, she looked around, and trembled constantly.

"Oh, it's all my fault. I never thought about these troubles. It must be... because of my unreasonable behavior towards you, that I got such an ironic retribution..." Linta covered her face tightly. The negative emotions accumulated to the **** at that time, and she began to sob uncontrollably. She was very emotional, and obviously anticipated many possible situations that might happen in this state, which scared herself.

"If you're punished for doing little things to make life less boring, then the gods are really rotten..." Ian leaned back, raised an eyebrow, said something violent enough to anger the church, and snorted. "So, Sister Sena..." He stood up, turned around and stood in front of Linta with his arms folded, and the shadow over her made her instinctively stick her face out. "Want to challenge for a faster solution?"

"…What?" Linta brushed away the tears with the knuckles of her index finger and sobbed again.

"Come and try to learn magic..." Ian smiled elegantly and extended his right hand to her. "Miss."

"Eh?... Magic? Me?... But..." Linta was stunned for a moment, her eyes shifted elsewhere, and after hesitating for a long time, she slowly raised one hand to the air... but then put it down, raised it again, and finally stopped in a position that seemed to be neither up nor down.

“That won’t work…” Her outstretched hand was clenched into a fist, and her expression showed disappointment.

"Don't underestimate yourself. Please believe in yourself more, and believe in me more..." Before he finished speaking, Ian didn't give Linta time to react. He grabbed her slender wrist and used all his strength to pull her up.

"After all, if you want to say it, I am the real deal, a rare genius in a century! Magic is nothing to be proud of. If you become my disciple now, you can at least get the position of the second disciple."

The blond young man paced back, and under the backlight, his gloomy bangs revealed an arrogant smile that was completely different from his usual calm impression. His tone was passionate and generous, full of energy, and compared to his usual gloomy self, he seemed like a completely different person.

"What..." Linta muttered softly as she stumbled two steps and fell into Ian's arms. Although she knew that Ian would always be so conceited when he was alone, she still couldn't help laughing and crying when she saw him like this. "So I'm only second?" Linta supported Ian's chest and took a half step back. She sniffed and when she raised her head again, the haze on her face had been swept away, and she showed a refreshing smile like a rainbow after the rain.

"Well, after all, the old rule of first come first served still has to apply. I don't want people to talk about me behind my back..." Ian returned to his normal expression, tilted his head to look upwards, and scratched his cheek embarrassedly.

"Hehe, this lady, Linta Hegla, a super cute and beautiful female magic swordsman in the guild, is your chief disciple! Foolish master who has no memory! How could you forget the basic settings so quickly." Seeing Ian's look, the red-haired girl finally became interested again. She put one hand on her chest and imitated the strange accent awkwardly based on her memory. Her tone was full of emotion, and at first glance it sounded like singing.

"It seems that's what happened..."

"Idiot~"

"So there's no need to prepare some basic theories and we can just jump straight into the practical stage?" Linta just turned her head and glanced at Ian who was standing behind her with his hand on her naked back through the bath towel.

"First, fully experience it with your body, then go back to study the theory. I think it will be more applicable to the current emergency situation." Ian pulled his hand away and shook it twice casually. The blue light wrapped around it was shaken off and dissipated like smoke. "Besides, Sister Sena, the magic power that can be detected on your body is of very high quality. It is unexpectedly a rough gem."

"Even if you don't praise me, I will still try my best...really." Linta replied with a little pride.

"Why do people keep questioning my judgment for no reason lately? Am I really such a liar?" He said, and stepped back to a respectful distance. Linta also turned around.

"The perverted liar who deceived me for so long has no right to say that!"

"I'm not a pervert."

"fraud!"

“…No…”

After the meaningless argument, Linta covered her face and smiled secretly.

"...then...magic power...the quality of my magic power, compared to yours is...just ignore what I said. I'd be crazy to compare myself with a magic lunatic like you." Linta thought for a moment, folded her hands, spoke halfway through her earnest words, and then quickly took back her words.

"Very ambitious!" Ian clapped his hands in a very standard clapping motion. "...Maybe the gap is surprisingly small..."

"I'll only believe you if my head is squeezed."

"Let's get started." Ian smiled and walked to Linta's side, bending his knees slightly to keep her at the same height as she sat. "First, the basics of the basics." He said very seriously. "Try to gather the magic power flowing in your body to your fingertips. As long as you do this, you can easily solve the zipper problem."

“I don’t want to work harder…”

"You have to set your goals high so that you can take big steps. If you want to learn, you have to stick to it!"

"Why are you being so arrogant again?" Linta said helplessly with one eye squinting. "Okay, I'll find time to continue learning from you, but help me solve the current problem first, otherwise you won't be able to sleep tonight."

"Then please stretch out your hand now..." Ian whispered, and Linta pouted and did as she was told, extending her left hand closer to Ian.

"Concentrate, just like feeling the flow of blood, feel the flow of magic in your body..." Ian held Linta's little hand, and his eyes under the shadow of his eyebrows became sharp.

"Can you feel your blood flowing?" Linta interrupted in confusion.

"It's a metaphor. Close your eyes and concentrate."

"Tsk, this is a negative example of metaphor..." Linta quickly closed her eyes.

"Now, can you feel my hand?" Ian asked after changing his position.

"Such a question? Of course... I can. It's itchy!" Because of being deprived of vision, Linta's already sharp perception became even more annoying. She could clearly feel the pressure and heat from Ian's palms stroking her back and forth. The itchy feeling was quite unbearable, both physically and psychologically... The heartbeat became more obvious.

"Good," Ian whispered.

"What's good about that? What does this have to do with magic?!"

"My hands didn't actually touch you."

"well?"

Linta's eyes widened in surprise. The reality before her was exactly as Ian had said. His hand had not touched her at all, and there was no warm orange peel or other confusing substance thrown on the back of her hand... There was only the feeling of touch that still existed, and an extremely faint blue light floating down from Ian's palm above.

“Remember the feeling, and then try to analyze where that feeling is going.”

"Ah... sorry..." Linta was speechless after realizing that she had violated the rules again. She quickly closed her eyes again and turned her head to the side. After calming down, the back of her hand began to be attacked by an unpleasant feeling similar to itching.

"Is it... from the center to the outside? No, it's from left to right, no! Give me another chance... it's from top to bottom! No... uh uh! I can't figure it out..." Linta hung her head in anger. She tried her best to find the pattern in the changes, but she couldn't do it at all! The feeling of the magic power flowing was just like her train of thought. Whenever she was about to find the answer, the direction would immediately change, negating her efforts.

“Sure enough…” Ian withdrew his hand, supported himself on his knees and stood up. After his center of gravity stabilized, he put his hand on his chin and said to Linta with pursed lips: “Sister Sena, you are very talented.”

"You call this talent? I can't even tell what is what... I told you not to flatter me!" Linta raised her face and said coquettishly.

"That's because I've been changing the point where magic power converges, first from the center to the outside, then from left to right, and finally downward." Ian explained as he moved his fingers to draw vertical and horizontal strokes in the air.

"Really?"

"real."

"Asshole..."

"If you don't believe me..." Ian half-knelt down, and rubbed Linta's hand with his fingertips through the air. "What about now?"

"All... went up?"

"Absolutely right." Ian raised one corner of his mouth and smiled.

"This feeling like a crawling bug, is that magic?"

“It’s hard to sum it up.”

"…Indeed…I can't describe it accurately, but I've gotten used to it."

"Then let's go all out! Let's start the advanced courses tomorrow! I really didn't expect that Sister Sena, you would..." Ian seemed to have been touched on something, and his tone became increasingly higher.

"I've already told you! Help me solve this problem with this stuff first! I have important official duties to attend to!" Linta clenched her fists and interrupted him with a **** voice, her resentment emanating from her again.

"Ah...ha, then please be mentally prepared for what's next." Ian awkwardly stretched out his palms, tentatively walked back to her side, and then extended his right hand, steadily placing the palm of his hand on the back of Linta's hand, with his fingers touching each other until their silhouettes were basically overlapped, their skin was sucked together by the water droplets, and blue light floated out from the gaps. "Now I will help you channel your magic power, try to imitate the feeling just now, and focus your mind on your right hand."

"Even if you suddenly say that..." Linta didn't finish her complaints. She lowered her head as if she had an epiphany halfway through, and began to try her best to control her will, taking deep breaths like sitting in meditation, abandoning her senses, and immersing herself in the ocean of thinking and decisive execution. At first, it was fine. The itching feeling of magic gradually became clearer, and indescribable fragments of consciousness passed by like light spots. She began to enjoy this ethereal atmosphere, but soon, everything lost its center of gravity and fell as if waking up from a dream, and her consciousness was dragged back to the material world. After all, in the absence of vision, there are too many interference factors around, such as the feeling of drowning in the water on the soles of the feet, the dripping sound of the shower, the airflow of the young man's breathing beside her... and the body temperature he constantly transmitted to her body. Shame, tension, and anxiety broke out physiologically under the catalysis of hormones. She could clearly realize that her heartbeat accelerated, her face became hotter, her waist and abdomen tightened uncontrollably, and her lower body stuck to the smooth stone platform became more...

"It's really not working! No! I can't do it!!" Without any warning, Linta shouted, shook off Ian's hand, clenched her fists, squeezed her legs together and stood up in despair, stomping her feet one after another.

"Sister Sena..."

"Hey! Ian, as expected I..." Linta stopped stiffly, then said lifelessly: "...Can you help me go to the guild to ask for leave tomorrow? Just one week first..."

"...Ha...Hahaha, hahaha!" Before she could finish, bursts of deep, paragraph-like laughter hit her back, producing an annoying echo that never stopped in her ears.

"What are you laughing at!" Her distress instantly turned into anger. She turned around impatiently, pressed her fists on her thighs and asked loudly.

"No...it's just...I'm so stupid that I've only figured one thing out now..." Ian wiped away the tears squeezed out of his laughter, faced the angry Linta, and said softly from the bottom of his heart: "Sure enough, the leading strong woman in the union, a model who excels in all aspects, is still the same young lady I'm familiar with, who likes to fantasize and has a moody temper."

"I think you, this arrogant bastard, really want to get out of the stable and sleep in the stable right now, huh?!" Linta paced forward, her face flushed red, and she rolled up her non-existent sleeves, ready to start a chokehold.

"No no, Sister Sena, look at your own hands, your fingertips."

Even without Ian's words, she had also vaguely sensed something unnatural in the action of crossing her wrists just now. There was indeed something, a dazzling light blue light stuck at the edge of her vision. At first she thought it was an illusion, but if she looked closely...

“…Is this something I made?”

There is no doubt that her fingertips were reflecting a faint but real light, just as Ian had just demonstrated, the same color as the sky and the sea, and shining like stars... magical light.

She slowly stopped where she was, her anger and previous distress disappearing casually. Her attention was completely attracted by the faint light, like a moth attracted by the light at night, her eyes moved closer and closer.

"I've told you that you're unexpectedly talented. Now you should believe me." Ian was full of pride. He lowered his voice deliberately and said proudly with his arms folded.

"Then what do you mean by suddenly laughing at me? Not only are you keeping the secret, but you also keep exposing my shortcomings!" Linta quickly shook her head left and right to get rid of this extremely funny posture, then became angry again and looked away.

"I remember a few years ago, you were so unreasonable that you dragged me to the rooftop to watch the stars late at night. Then... after watching for a few minutes, you fell asleep on me quietly." Ian leaned back in the bathtub, looking at the scattered light from the gravel embedded in the ceiling, and raised his eyebrows. "And the expression just now is exactly the same as your sleeping face at that time. Even if you look like someone else now, I can still recognize it at a glance. It's you."

"…These are all old and trivial matters, and you still remember them…" Linta snorted meaningfully, gathered her hair, and sat back next to Ian.

"Then, what exactly did you mean by 'that' expression you just mentioned? Is it related to this matter? ... I just did that too?"

"A very recognizable smirk." Ian tilted his head and said without hesitation.

"You bastard!" Linta finally abandoned the sense of distance brought by gender differences, grabbed Ian's face with her shoulders, and then rubbed and pinched it hard. "I regretted for a long time for forcing you to wear this thing all the time, and now it seems that you deserve it, you pervert!"

"It hurts, it hurts! Be gentle! I was wrong, miss, I know I was wrong, it hurts!" Ian's expression was out of control and he clapped his hands desperately for mercy.

"Extra dessert for dinner tomorrow...just for me!"

"Deal! Deal!"

"I can't stand you..." Linta rolled her eyes and laughed angrily. As she let go of her hand, she sat back on the stone edge of the bathtub.

"Anyway, let's seize the opportunity and start to mobilize magic power to the zipper." Ian sat down slowly and awkwardly, covering his cheek and looking back.

"Just go for it." As she said this, Linta pointed her glowing finger at her face.

“It requires a little extra work… but you can follow a certain special feeling to bet on the probability. You will know the details after you try it.”

"You are really incompetent as a teacher." Linta pushed aside her bangs, calmed herself down, moved her hair around, put her hand on the back of her neck, and then suddenly thought of something.

"Why can I use magic all of a sudden? My thoughts were all messed up at that time, and I didn't seem to have any understanding at all."

"Before learning to control it with reason, magic power first has a deeper connection with emotions, so I guess... maybe some kind of psychological fluctuation unexpectedly resonated with my guidance, and thus the channel was temporarily opened up."

"Eh? It's like trying to scare a child. It's not believable..."

“It is indeed the most difficult step to create something from scratch, but don’t get complacent too soon. After all, such good luck is hard to come by. The key is how to understand, analyze and reproduce it later.”

"I've already told you! I don't want to study any more for now! You're like this when it comes to magic..." Facing Ian's neurotic obsession, she was now helpless. Linta sighed with a wry smile, glanced at him in her peripheral vision, and a warm feeling suddenly surged into her heart. She couldn't help but whisper and blurt out.

"Um... Ian, can you hold my hand like you did just now... and help me channel my magic?"

"That's fine with me." Ian nodded calmly. "Are you ready?"

"Well... let's do it..."

Linta sat quietly for a few seconds, then held her breath, closed her eyes, and let Ian's arm brush against her back until their fingers were intertwined again like before.

"Imagine the feeling of pinching and moving something with your fingertips. It should help." Ian gently stroked her hand, passively following it to the back of her neck under her long hair, pressing on the correct spot, and then they both focused their minds together.

"Three... two... one..."

“Ah~♡”

The crisp metallic sound was drowned out by the girl's moans, and the zipper head hidden under the skin at the back of her neck popped out.

"Phew, done."

"This... just now, I... just now, ah, what was that? I didn't mean it! You understand, right? I mean, that was what I did just now! You understand, right?" The situation was settled, but there was no joy at all. Linta turned her face away in shame, her expression out of control. She stared at Ian with almost tears in her eyes, and burst out with a series of illogical and repetitive words, mostly seeking comfort from him.

"The zipper head popped out... Because part of it is connected to the sense organs, it will definitely cause stimulation. Don't worry too much... This is normal..." Ian also took into account the other party's embarrassment and tried hard not to avoid looking, but his expression still revealed that he was short of money.

"What, what!" Linta covered her face, her mind reverberating with the charming moaning sound just now, the extremely inappropriate sound coming out of her mouth. Since she could remember, she had never made such obscene noises, even when she had secretly tried to do that kind of thing under the persuasion of her friends! Moreover, it was in front of the person she was with day and night, in front of the person she cared about... Her thoughts were now quite confused, and she had begun to speculate whether all this was a dream, and she wanted to faint...

"What's wrong?"

"Don't! Don't talk to me!"

Linta almost moved sideways away from Ian, her legs tightly clenched together, her face stuck in the gap between her arms, startled, just like when her identity was exposed in the room not long ago.

Ian looked around silently, as if he was worried about something, then he stood up and walked towards the door.

"Then I'll be out first. Is there anything else?"

No response would normally mean tacit consent, but now he thought it was more likely that she didn't hear him at all. However, the result was the same, so there was no reason to be ****. Ian leaned forward and grasped the handle of the sliding door.

"Wait a moment longer!"

Just as he was about to step out of the door, the girl's sincere cry stopped him. Looking back, the girl called Linta raised her head high like a siren emerging from the water in mythology, her long hair flowing, and the water droplets reflecting the lights in her hair. Then she suddenly bent forward and sighed. For some reason, she must have held her breath for a long time before speaking.

Her cheeks were very red, quite red. Although they had been like this for the past few minutes, it seemed that there had been a subtle change in the reason for her blushing.

"that……"

Linta stood up, and the towel wrapped around her chest fell down and landed on the wet ground. Her wet hair swung with her head, and it touched the protruding part of her chest again, but it basically did not cover it, and her graceful figure could be seen at a glance. She clenched her right fist and raised it vertically in front of her chest an inch away, as if to give herself courage. Her eyes were piercing and her expression gradually became tragic. For the time being, it can only be described as tragic...

"There's something else... Could you please stay with me for a while longer?"

"If you want me to help you zip up, just tell me directly. Is there any need to do this?" Ian breathed a sigh of relief and laughed.

"Don't you think it's really hard to zip up the back by yourself? It's the same trouble every time you put on a dress... Besides, it's not just because of this... I have something else to ask you."

The girl with red hair swept to both sides sat sideways in the corner of the bathtub with her back to Ian, her seductive figure was completely exposed, but her back, which should have been smooth and white, was now neatly split from the middle along the spine to the left and right, like a tight-fitting dress, with the split shrinking along the point of **** to form a texture, but there were surprisingly no wrinkles around the zipper embedded on it.

What can be seen through the crack is the fair skin of another girl with a few strands of black hair clinging to it. Although it is not as smooth and flawless as the outer layer and its skin color is relatively darker, it is equally eye-catching. The overall impression is like an oil painting depicting a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, full of the beauty of religious meaning.

"Why don't you leave it until tomorrow? I can't run away." Ian winked. He didn't have any special feelings about this. He just yawned involuntarily when he thought of things related to sleep. After releasing his fingertips on the girl's waist, he pulled a stool from the side and sat on it, supporting his head with his arms reluctantly. "But since you insist on asking now, I can't refuse."

"Then... let me ask..." The red-haired girl turned half of her face and said shyly: "The first question... you have been a girl for a month, how do you feel..."

"Hasn't this been asked before? My answer is the same as it was then, with no additional additions." Ian was a little confused, and answered silently after a pause of a few seconds.

"Back then... I was asking... Linta... Now it's you... It's different..." She grabbed the hair that was on her face and twisted it around her index finger twice.

"Here comes the same excuse again..." Thinking of what happened before, Ian felt a little embarrassed, but after swallowing his saliva, he mustered up the courage to face the problem, but...

"Before I give you a formal answer, I would like to know the real meaning of your questions."

"Really?" Linta lowered her voice meaningfully and continued, "...I'm not sure what it feels like...but it's uncomfortable...as a man...that place."

"Well, wait a minute, I might be a little confused because of staying up late." After interrupting, Ian raised his hand to Linta, then turned his head and used his fist to hit his forehead twice, then used magic to condense a ball of water from the air and slapped it on his face. The hair strands full of water stuck to his forehead, and the gaps showed the pale blue eyes that had nowhere to go.

"Okay, please tell me again."

"You heard me right! Even though you're a pervert, I know... that situation was a last resort..."

"That! That! The kind-hearted Miss Hiron! I was really wrong! I really know I was wrong! I didn't mean to do that! I'm so sorry! Please be magnanimous and spare my life!"

Realizing that the atmosphere was not right, the traumatic memories from before instantly rushed into his brain, prompting Ian to slide and kneel in front of Linta's feet with a very beautiful turn, his teeth clenched, not daring to raise his head even an inch!

"There's no point apologizing now... I didn't mean to blame you at all." Linta hastily pulled back her toes that were about to kick him in the face and explained tactfully.

"Then why do you say that..."

"Ahem, second question first!" Before Ian could raise his head, Linta interrupted him loudly, quickly put her legs together and turned half a degree, but left one trembling hand on her lower abdomen, and turned her face to show him.

"This place...Linta's...and my own...are actually not connected at all, right..."

Ian looked up and glanced at it, and couldn't help but twitched his mouth. He turned his head back instantly, and after hesitating for a long time, he said awkwardly: "This is an independent system, so I think there should be no..."

"Then..." Linta slid down the side of the bathroom and squatted down, her face motionless, looking at Ian kindly.

"Sister Sena?" Realizing that the smell of shampoo was so close, Ian's body stiffened unconsciously. Not only to maintain his reservedness, but also to ensure that the place where he was already engorged with blood would not be noticed by the other party.

"Gortia told me that no matter how calm you guys behave on weekdays, you will still lose control and do something out of line when the desire comes... She is the least qualified person to preach about this, right? But I know she is kindly reminding me to keep an eye on you... And you, you are indeed a fool with lustful thoughts but no courage..."

After that, Linta rubbed Ian's messy hair on the top of his head a few times with her eyes narrowed and smiled, just like she was encouraging a pet, then stood up with the help of her knees.

"But I always feel that you have gone too far. You are always so tense and self-righteous that you have compressed your interpersonal relationships to the ****. Not only do you ignore the people and things around you, but you also distance yourself from them. You even insist on making your hair messy and covering your eyes tightly because you don't want others to see into your heart..."

"And... it's the same for me..." She lowered her voice for this sentence. She herself was not sure whether there was a correct way to pronounce these few words.

Ian didn't hear the specific content, but she noticed the subtle pause in Linta's tone. Her eyes widened a little and she looked at her shy face through her hair.

"And then according to my observations over the years..." After standing up completely, Linta stretched, shook her face, and **** herself to continue in a casual tone: "Your attitude towards that kind of thing is actually not that important. Every time you just want to release it quickly so as not to disturb Qingxin, right?"

"For many years? How did you..." Ian shuddered after hearing the heavy news that the woman blurted out. Every time he secretly vented his feelings since the beginning of his love affair, he flashed through his mind. When? How did she find out? Such questions kept coming one after another, blocking his information processing process. Soon, he fell into an endless positive feedback of shame. In the end, he couldn't help but get angry and supported his legs. He stood up with a step, pointed at Linta's chest and whispered, "Say, say this kind of thing... Aren't you the same? In gossip, many people call you a hard-core... hard-core virgin!"

"Huh? Someone called me that behind my back? Who? Tell me the truth!" Linta was not idle after hearing the heavy news. She also took a step forward and straightened her body. She grabbed Ian's finger and stared at his eyes fiercely. Even though he knew that someone had given her such a nickname a long time ago...but it still felt quite unpleasant when it came from the mouth of the person closest to him.

"I... I don't know either... You suddenly say all this... What exactly do you want to do? Why are all the things you say so weird after the zipper is opened..." After being **** to stare at Linta's orange-red eyes in silence for a few seconds, Ian gave up first. He hurriedly withdrew his hand, turned his face away, and quickly wiped out the water on his bangs bit by bit so that his hair could cover half of his face again.

"…Linta is a little too sensitive about this thing, absolutely too sensitive…" In line with what she said and thought, Linta took a half step back, crossed her arms, squeezed her breasts, pressed her lips together, and brought her legs closer together.

"Even I, who is called an iron virgin! When I touch those places after putting them on, I will get excited and can't help but touch them a few more times... I'm an adult too!" After complaining loudly, the red-haired girl pulled her bangs and turned her back. It was easy to tell that she was trying to cool down.

"..." Ian stood there motionless. He didn't respond. He just swallowed quietly and continued to stand there motionless.

"...So...so, I think I misunderstood you. Not only did I not listen to your explanation, but I also gave you several ridiculous punishments without any thought. On the contrary, you were under such pressure when you were wearing this thing and approached me in the appearance of Linta..."

As she spoke, Linta quietly sat back on the edge of the bathtub, raised her arms high, and put her hands back like she was leaning on a recliner, reaching for her neck. However, unlike the previous search for the zipper, her target this time was her hair. It didn't take much effort to divide the heavy hair into three strands, and with a special technique, she intertwined them and tied them into an elegant low ponytail without a headband. After that, she shook her head, letting it swing gracefully and naturally behind her. When the braids swung back to the normal position, her tone became much more condensed.

"I want to compensate you for this! Otherwise, I will always feel guilty..."

"Senna..." Looking at the red-haired girl with a low ponytail who was reflecting on herself in front of him, even though her hairstyle and expression were different from what she saw in the mirror, the strong self-perception bias still hit Ian again as expected. He couldn't help but hold his forehead with one hand to cushion the shock and called out the girl's real name to straighten his heart.

"I'm Linta, the one sitting here now. Miss Sena isn't in this room, right?" Seeing Ian's confused expression, Linta instantly raised her head and **** a smile, whispering in a stubborn accent. "So, if you keep calling me by someone else's name, I'll get angry."

"Why is this happening again? Please stop making fun of me. You've said so many disgusting things to me one-sidedly... I really don't understand what else you want me to do! I, I'm going to go out first. We can talk about it tomorrow if there's anything! That's it!" Ian was completely confused and could hardly stand steadily. He hurriedly put on the towel and shook his hands, then he talked to himself and staggered towards the door without looking back, not showing any mercy to the other party.

"I bet you've figured it out long ago! But since you insist on asking me to explain..." She didn't call Ian directly, but just took a deep breath, and Ian stopped where he was, with his head down as he thought about everything. And she, Linta clenched her fists and slowly raised her head. Her eyes were full of awareness like before, but under this resolute look, her face was already red to her ears.

"The third question... do you want to try it once? You and I..."

The red-haired girl spoke softly, and the blond young man turned around and stared.

For a moment, the only thing left in the minds of the girl who was talking and the young man who was listening was this concise invitation. It was echoed, overlapped, and kept coming to their ears. The stepping stone called rationality and logic had completely disappeared... Or perhaps, the so-called rationality had ceased to exist since the two met.

Ian scratched his face, stared at the empty floor for a long time, then gently sat back down next to her.

“…What to do next…” Linta whispered.

"Ask me? How would I know..." Ian replied.

In the bathroom with water on the floor, a shirtless blond young man was sitting by the bathtub, his back straight, and his body was completely motionless except for his mouth. The reason was that the red-haired girl with a slit in her back was now sitting naked on his thighs in a terrible horse-riding posture, facing each other.

"You must know more about this than me, right? At least compared to me... You... have done all kinds of love affairs with this body..." Linta pushed her body forward and retorted in a disgusting tone.

"No, it was due to **** majeure, the influence of off-site factors, and your overly sensitive and erotic appearance. Didn't you just agree to this..."

"It's because of my..." Linta's pretended smile froze in an instant. She raised her hands to cover her face unconsciously and her body began to tremble again.

"No, no, no, I was just talking about this armor! Linta's appearance! Nothing else!" Realizing the inappropriateness of what he said just now, Ian immediately sat up straighter and hurriedly pressed Linta's shoulders to explain. However, the only response he got was silence.

After an unknown amount of time, the red-haired girl stared at Ian's collarbone for a long time, and finally whispered:

"...Ian, how do you see me on a daily basis..."

"well?"

"It was Linta who asked just now! She asked me the same question before, so now I'll let Linta ask you the same question! You were talking about this just now, right? There's nothing else to mean!" After she finished speaking, Linta retracted her unusually delicate expression, lowered her head, and pushed her head forward, resting it on the young man's chest.

The trigger of memory was pulled by the words, pulling Ian back to that slightly cool night, the night when he used his second identity to intervene in Sena's life for the first time... The breeze brushed past his ears, and the bright lights of the commercial street scattered into spots of light, appearing in front of him. In the center of the dreamlike stage, through a few strands of floating red, the girl with waist-length black hair was slowly turning around, tiptoeing, lifting her sideburns, her golden eyes reflecting the lights, squinting together, and her face was filled with a smile. It was a brilliant smile that could only be revealed naturally when thinking of extremely happy things, a smile that would never be forgotten in a lifetime.

After that, the girl in the guild uniform, Sena, said to me...

"Don't you want to..." Linta, with her head on Ian's chest, remained motionless and asked in the smallest voice.

Ian suppressed his blushing face, took a deep breath, tilted his head to the side and lowered it, his peripheral vision wandering around Linta, his vision mixed with memories and thoughts for a long time, and finally focused on the few strands of black hair sticking out from the girl's back, and smiled slightly.

"...She has a very strong self-esteem. She always wants to compete with others in any situation. At the same time, she is very delicate and fragile. She is particularly concerned about how others view her, but she is not good at guessing other people's hearts. She is worried that if she does not take the initiative to approach others, they will alienate her... And she is also clumsy. She shines in the areas she is good at, but everything she does in the areas she is not good at is a disaster... In short, she is a very troublesome woman."

"Who do you say is the troublesome woman!?" Linta jumped up and raised her upper body, her nose touching Ian's, tears flashing in her eyes.

"This is indeed my basic character setting for Linta..."

"Big bastard!"

After squeezing back her tears and cursing, she twisted Ian's thigh with her nails as hard as she could.

In order to hold back from crying out in pain, Ian's facial features were squeezed together. Fortunately, the shadow of his bangs blocked his vision, so it was not very clear.

"Um…?"

Linta, who had just moved her red face away from Ian, suddenly stopped moving. She narrowed her eyes slightly, wiped the corners of her eyes, tilted her head to the side, and looked over Ian's shoulder.

"What, what happened?" Ian, who was still reflecting on the conversation just now, turned his head worriedly and asked puzzledly.

“………It’s actually placed here!”

"What... woo!"

The naked red-haired girl, who was riding on the blond young man's legs, suddenly interrupted, her eyes seemed to flash with golden light. Before she finished speaking, she suddenly propped up her knees and threw herself forward, pressing all her weight on Ian's upper body, her arms over his shoulders, and a pair of round breasts directly pressed against his face.

“Hey hey hey hey!”

"Woooooa ...

“Bang!”

……

…………

Ian's pupils dilated to the limit, his breathing stopped, and the dull pain from his elbows and arms attacked his mind, but... this was so insignificant compared to the softness from his lips and the breeze at the tip of his nose.

Perhaps only the tree hole fairy in the fairy tale who knows everything witnessed the whole process - the messy-haired young man lost his balance, just stared blankly, leaned back, and fell from the edge of the bathtub. His action was not aesthetically pleasing at all, and was quite funny... And the culprit, the girl riding on him, naturally couldn't keep her balance. She briefly resisted gravity and then fell in with a flutter. Her whole body pressed hard on the young man, and the impact caused real secondary damage, and...

Linta's pupils expanded to the limit, her breathing stopped, and the dull pain from her chest and forehead attacked her mind, but... this was so insignificant compared to the softness on her lips and the breath on her cheeks.

Should we say it was a coincidence or a matter of luck? Under the warm yellow magic crystal light, his and her figures overlapped... In a trance, she slowly hugged him tighter, and the lips that accidentally touched each other kissed more deeply.

The only thing left in each other's vision was the color of the other's eyes, and it was not until a long time later that the world separated the two of them.

“Hmm…”

“Ahh…”

"Pooh! Pooh! Pooh! This is totally different from what I imagined! It's completely different!"

"I... didn't expect it to be like this..."

"A first kiss is supposed to be romantic, but this is nothing!!"

Linta, who had just sat up from Ian, clapped her hands on her face, and the unblocked parts seemed to be flashing red.

"...What nonsense are you talking about...Didn't you jump up when you got angry last time...Dear..."

Giving up on his elbows to support himself, Ian laid flat on the bottom of the bathtub, tilted his head to one side, squinted his eyes and smiled bitterly.

"That's different! Different! Different!" Linta interrupted him instantly, thinking of what she had done when she was angry that time. She was so embarrassed that her whole body was shaking and she kept yelling to herself.

"Then why did you rush over without saying a word just now?"

“…Yes.”

She didn't hesitate much in answering the question and stretched out her hand calmly. What she held in her hand was none other than the beginning of this series of ridiculous encounters tonight - the hairpin she had forgotten in the bathroom.

This light silver hairpin that Ian had seen for nearly ten years, was shaped like a court harp, only the size of a peach kernel, delicate and elegant, and had been pinned on Senna's bangs since she met her. It was said that the actual age of this thing was much older than their ages combined. Senna got it from her mother who died of illness before she could remember, so it naturally had a very important meaning to her.

"Remember to put it away next time."

"Feel sorry."

Ian turned his head and stared at the sad but smiling girl in front of him in silence. He felt confused again. He knew very well that the naked girl, Linta, who was in close contact with him, was still the relative who grew up with him, the benefactor who gave him a place in this world, the one who had endured countless criticisms and stood strong until now. She was the young lady he admired the most and the one he vowed to protect! It was very clear, very clear!

“…Is this really okay for us?” Ian’s heart tightened, his face drooped to the side, and he pulled his bangs down again.

"Don't tell me you're going to back out now."

“It’s pretty bad…”

"You take it." Linta bent down and grabbed Ian's right arm, pressing the hairpin in her hand hard into his palm. "Pin it on, put your bangs..."

Ian glanced at the hairpin in his hand, and confirmed the girl's extremely serious expression from the corner of his eye. His Adam's apple moved up and down, and he lay down sideways and reached out to her forehead.

"It's yours."

Ian was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly withdrew his hand, and then checked Linta's eyes again. He was quite confused, but still did as he was told, and with a few strokes of one hand, he lifted most of his bangs and made them into an awkward 3:7 side part.

And the moment his gaze returned to normal, Linta hugged and kissed him.

“Woo!”

Ian's pale blue eyes widened to the limit, but this time no scenery came into view. The touch of the tender red lips overwhelmed all thoughts, and he even forgot to breathe, and perhaps his heartbeat was the same.

"Is it annoying?" Linta slowly loosened her lips and opened her eyes.

"I can't say..." Ian slowly loosened his lips and closed his eyes.

"What about this?"

The sudden stimulation startled Ian. Something touched his buttocks through the bath towel, which had never been quiet. He moved back and forth a few times, and then...

"Hmm~♡"

Ian opened his mouth in disbelief, recalling the sweet sound made by the girl in front of him in disbelief, and experiencing in disbelief that his entire penis was swallowed by the girl's warm, tight, famous instrument, which contracted and sucked out huge amounts of pleasure.

He was already dumbfounded, staring blankly at Linta, who had her hands on his shoulders and was in contact with him at a negative distance. Even though he had a million things to say, he couldn't utter even a single syllable.

"Hmph... much milder than I expected..." The red-haired girl hummed, then chuckled twice. "It's ridiculous to think that this thing is usually hidden in Linta's body..."

Although Ian couldn't speak, he saw every move of the girl. Indeed, Linta's vagina was tight and deep. When he tried it empty before, he couldn't reach the bottom with his length. Now that he was being worn by someone else, even though his lower body had been bent into a right angle by external ****, the top of his penis, which had no touch at all, could still tell him that he was still far from the center of the flower, which gave him a strong sense of frustration that was unique to men.

At this moment, perhaps because she was beginning to feel a little unsatisfied, the girl instinctively sat down harder to fill her lower body even more. But even so, it did not calm her surging desire much.

In this static stalemate, the pleasure from intercourse had almost subsided, so the two of them coincidentally began to act for the same goal instinctively.

The red-haired girl stood on tiptoe, exerted her strength on her waist, and lifted her peach-shaped buttocks. The blond young man supported himself with his elbows, pulled his groin, and retreated backwards little by little. In tacit cooperation, Ian's penis, which was firmly captured by the vacuum in the cavity, finally began to break through the layers of flesh folds and slowly moved out, until with a "puff" sound, the cold air slipped into the gap, and the pressure difference between the inside and outside instantly returned to zero, and the entire handle smoothly slipped out of Linta's vagina... huh?

The two of them, who had no actual experience of sex, completely underestimated the exquisite design of the mortise and tenon joints of the sex organ used for reproduction. The top edge of Ian's glans, which was engorged to the limit, perfectly fit with the slightly hardened point on the front wall of Linta's vagina during the process of retreating. If he tried to push out again, overcoming the damping and forcefully breaking through, and moved to this densely nerved area, he would...

“Yeah!♡～”

The girl's breathing alternated in an instant, causing seductive moans to rub against the tip of her throat. Her body, overwhelmed by the overwhelming pleasure, instantly lost strength and collapsed. She couldn't help but sink and sit down, swallowing the young man's penis again.

As a result, the pleasure exploded further.

"Ah!...Ian!...You...♡...Don't move!"

"I didn't move...it was you who was always..."

"Hurry up! Ah! Stop...♡"

“Ah♡!”

The sense of slack that Linta had just maintained was easily pierced through. The unprecedented stimulation made her, who had been strong-willed, unable to control her actions for a moment. Using her soft waist as a fulcrum, her upper body swayed back and forth, moving her lower body up and down. Her legs tried desperately to break free, but reflexively clamped inward. Every time her clitoris touched Ian's pubic mound, she swayed more violently, tears gradually overflowed from the corners of her eyes, and she panted incessantly, falling into an endless cycle of pleasure.

During this process, Ian, as the passive male, was not as tortured by pleasure as she was, but he also had difficulty moving forward, and his waist was shaking and shrinking. She fully understood the sensitivity of Linta's body. If she continued to be exploited like this, it would be a disaster for both him and her. The only remaining rationality reminded him of a certain scene more than a month ago - in that pink hotel room, when he was having fun with the orange-haired perverted woman with strange animal ears, he also fell into a similar predicament as Linta in front of him, and that guy Gorilla...

Gathering all his strength, Ian pushed forward and hugged Linta's back. Then he used all his strength to rotate her body around her hips, making her fall backwards and pressing her under him.

"Hmm...♡"

Without waiting for Linta to react from the feeling of weightlessness, he pushed up his upper body with one hand, reached down with the other hand, pressed firmly on her lower abdomen, then used both legs to spread her legs apart until there was a "pop" sound, and the negative distance was restored at this moment.

“Tick…”

The shower head, which had not yet been drained of water, was hung next to the mirror cabinet. Water droplets condensed from the holes, slid down the edge, and fell on the floor, splashing water.

“Ha♡…Ha♡…”

The girl, who had not yet escaped from the wave of pleasure, opened her vagina wide, her labia twitched and contracted, spitting out sticky fluid, which slid down the edge and flowed into the bathtub, forming a puddle. Linta closed her eyes tightly, her face flushed, she sobbed and panted, tears slid down the corners of her eyes, but in the process they mixed with sweat and saliva, stagnated at the girl's hot ears, and evaporated.

Ian, with his back to the lamplight, was breathing heavily. His heartbeat had never been faster than it was now. The clothesline standing upright beneath him was covered with a bath towel again by gravity. He had forgotten the hideous look from a few seconds ago, and he himself was gazing at the beautiful face of the girl in ecstasy. After experiencing all this, the knot in his heart that had been blocked for many years was unblocked.

He continued to gaze at this beautiful face in ecstasy, this beauty that is unique in the world, this exquisite creation that is beyond human skill, his memory constantly overlapped with his vision... Suddenly he relaxed his hands, letting his upper body collapse towards her, then supported himself with his elbows at the limit, stopped, and stroking the girl's face with both hands in ecstasy, slowly moving from the back of her neck to the side, and then gradually to her cheeks and lips, his fingers shining with light felt the warmth of every inch of the girl's skin...

But from the inside.

Linta, who just realized what was happening, opened her eyes in a hurry and struggled to break free, but it was too late. The wrinkles on her face had already connected into a patch. The slightly cool air instantly filled the gaps that had just been created, and as the final push, it completely separated this lovely face from her. At the last moment when the film attached to her eyes left her, the world dimmed, and the image refracted and distorted by the light leaking from the peephole barely depicted Ian's face, but the hairpin on his bangs disappeared, and the sweat-stained hair fell down again, covering his entire face above the tip of his nose. Even so, she could easily see his affectionate eyes.

Linta's face was stripped off like a mask, with a red ponytail hanging on her chest. Ian put his thumb on the forehead of the other woman who was sticking out, and used his ring finger to push down her black hair. He pushed out the bright silver harp hairpin from between the fingers of his other hand, roughly reshaping the outline of the girl's hair into the shape he was most familiar with.

Then they hugged and kissed!

"Um!"

Sena's eyes widened to the limit, but this time there was no scenery in sight. The soft touch of lips obscured all thoughts and she completely forgot to breathe. This direct contact, which theoretically had no physiological stimulation, penetrated deeply into her reflex center, and the last wave of water below the threshold surged into her lower body.

“Wuwuwuwuwuwu!!!!!!♡”

The girl's vagina spasmed and contracted violently, causing her whole body to tremble and her toes to curl. The overwhelming pleasure hit her brain, causing her to roll her eyes up uncontrollably and utter lewd sounds, but these sounds were suppressed by the lips pressed together and echoed in the two people's mouths.

Finally, as a large amount of clear spring water splashed out from the crack, the pleasure reached its peak. Sena, who was about to turn nineteen, used the body of another girl to absurdly achieve her first orgasm in her life on this sleepless night.

However, this was not the end. Ian, who had truly confirmed his feelings, only wanted to hug her tighter, without considering the girl's turbulent and chaotic emotions. His possessiveness even overwhelmed his sexual desire, and he was urged to do things that he could not even understand:

His tongue passed through her lips and penetrated deep into Sena's mouth, twisting her tongue and exchanging body fluids with her frantically; his fingertips lightly hooked behind her ears, leaving faint red marks between her hair roots, leaving traces of desire; he inserted his knees between her legs and pushed forward, pushing her soft spot, unable to control himself.

Face to face, chest to chest, fingers intertwined. The two of them blended together through three layers of skin, hazily suspended in the atmosphere of affection, heartbeats rising and falling, panting in unison——

Until the cold world separated them again.

"Me! Is this really okay for us?!" Sena, who had just recovered from the pleasure that almost made her faint, shook her head, her fingers moving like a piano in front of her face, her cheeks radiating a red light that seemed to melt iron, and her trembling pupils almost shook into spirals. Now that she had lost her disguise, she had lost her confidence in showing her true self. The resolution she had made secretly and the love words she had said were all taken off along with the mask. In many ways, she had completely changed into a different person, and the situation had reversed 180 degrees.

"Hate it?" Looking at Sena's face which still had the afterglow of lust, Ian asked in a hoarse voice using the words she had said to him before.

Sena's breathing changed from light panting to trembling, and her expression that was about to cry contained seven parts of shame, two parts of anger, and one part of unreasonableness.

"Big fool!"

She winked and cursed, releasing her emotions while grabbing the hood hanging in front of her chest, twisting it back and forth with her collarbone as the center, widening the gap at the bottom of her hair, stretching her body forward, and covering Ian's face with her backhand.

"Woo-hoo!"

Ian's vision suddenly went dark, and outside his sight, Sena was pulling Linta's face randomly on his face, twisting it into all kinds of strange shapes, but not even one of her facial features was aligned. It was not until Ian freed his right hand to take the fulcrum and make fine adjustments that the girl's face was barely put in the correct position.

"What are you doing again..." After pulling out the fingers that were used to push away the troublesome bangs from the gap behind his neck, Ian, who now had the appearance of Linta, opened his eyes with difficulty. It took several seconds for his reddish-brown pupils to return to their usual brightness.

However, after getting the result she wanted, Sena not only did not calm down, but her brows furrowed even more, and without saying a word, she grabbed Ian's neck hard!

"Ooo ...

Sena smiled and sighed. Even though the distance between the two of them was closer, her expression was much more relaxed. She gently placed two fingers on Linta's lips, pried them apart, and then pushed the wrong part inward. "I don't want to see your face for the time being."

Linta also smiled and sighed helplessly. He put one hand around Sena's waist and supported himself with the other hand, and slowly knelt up with her.

"Hurry up and take the next step." Sena said to Linta forcefully, with her nose pressed against his.

"What...the next step...?" Linta asked tremblingly, holding her nose to the ground.

"Do you want to stay like this forever?" Sena poked her nose and tilted her head provocatively. "Teach me how to take it off..."

"Just gather your magic power like you did when you opened the zipper before, and affect the part you want to separate... that's all."

"Is that so?" Sena turned her face away, her fingertips grasped Linta's skin at the edge of her neck, she closed her eyes and hummed, busy for a long time but there was no sign of separation. After a few quick and hard thrusts, she turned her face back, her blush becoming more obvious. "Help me."

Linta hesitated for a moment, leaned forward slightly, crossed her arms over Sena and reached into the crack of her back, then groped a little bit, relaxed, expanded to both sides, passed around the armpits, and stroked the hook. The skin that originally belonged to the red-haired girl lost its stickiness, wrinkled, and floated away from Sena's shoulders and neck. Only the two beautiful breasts did not leave, and along with the surrounding skin, hung on the chest like an evening dress.

"Sister Sena?"

"Sure..."

After gaining consent, Linta continued to move her hand, which had just stopped at Sena's armpit, along the skin, gently and tentatively moving it down little by little until the upper edge of the chest was stretched out, and then she began to exert **** towards the center line.

During this process, Linta looked away the whole time, but she could still see Sena's eyes closed and teeth clenched. In her memory, Sena always kept this expression every time she asked for help to clean her ears, so even though she agreed very happily just now, she was struggling in her heart.

Sena was like this, and Linta was also like this. She regained her rationality, but at the same time, her sexual desire was further stimulated. If you think about it carefully, even though she had lived with Sena for so many years, had close contact with her so many times, and had taken a bath together dozens of times when they were children, and had even done that kind of thing just now, her breasts, without a doubt! It was absolutely true! She had never even touched the edge!

Was it out of a gentleman's complex, respect between family members, or a unique stubbornness in his personality? He himself couldn't figure it out. Now he only knew that his lower body was swollen after the cessation of the urge, and the guilt of eating forbidden fruit all became fuel for his lust. He wanted to move forward, but he didn't have the courage. He wanted to retreat, but he couldn't free his hands. There was no compromise... There was no compromise at all.

"Hurry up!" Sena urged impatiently, reaching out and grabbing his wrist.

"oh oh…"

Just like peeling two ripe grapefruits, Linta rolled up the skin of the armpits and chest diagonally, put it in the tiger's mouth, and applied downward **** with the fingers inserted into the inside... Sena's rich and plump flesh was squeezed and expanded by half, while the other half was still bound by pressure and space magic on Linta's relatively barren chest, squeezed into an inverted gourd shape.

In response, Linta hurriedly freed her hands to completely loosen the skin around Sena's waist, which allowed Sena's wrinkled facial features to relax. Taking a deep breath, Linta gently touched the lower edge of Sena's chest, and repeated the same peeling action upwards. The chest that originally belonged to him was pulled back to its original curvature by gravity little by little, and finally...

"Hmm~♡"

Operation completed! The two nipples of Sena that had been pressed inside suddenly expanded and popped out, sticking out in front of Linta's eyes. At the same time, Linta's lower body also lifted up.

After that, he spent a lot of energy imagining the laundry lady to calm his desire a little.

After helping Sena pull the last finger out of the skin, the area above her belly was finally taken care of. But this was only half of it. The key was, what was the right mentality to have when dealing with the most critical area below the belly?

After that, he spent a lot of energy imagining the laundry aunt before his desire was somewhat subsided.

“…What should we do next…” Linta put her legs together, observing Sena’s half-crying expression, and asked after pauses.

"I... I don't want you to come either... but... I can't take it off by myself... there's no way..." Sena shyly glanced at the half-body bag hanging between the two of them, glanced at Linta's embarrassed face, glanced at her lower body, and glanced at Linta's embarrassed face again, gritted her teeth, held his upper arm, and helped him stand up together.

Then she took half a step forward, closing the distance between them that had been opened with great difficulty, and put her toes on top of each other, then raised her head and pressed her nose against his again.

"Reach out..." Sena grabbed the skin of Linta's hands, pulled them back to the front along with the arms, then pushed the folds to bring the entire arm structure into the tiger's mouth, and slowly put it on the young man's strong arms from the fingertips, reshaping it into the slender and white appearance of a girl. The two lumps of soft flesh were also pressed back to Linta's chest, squeezing together with Sena's collarbone.

"That's all right."

"But..." Linta moved the girl's fingers and lowered her body.

"Stop touching me, hurry up..." Sena squeezed Linta's breasts and buried her face in them.

Linta swallowed her saliva, and once again stretched her arms under Sena's armpits, following the curve of her lower back, and sliding down to her plump buttocks, brewing magic power, and inserting her hands little by little through the gap in the skin.

Sena's buttocks are quite soft, and the feeling in her hands is like jelly that has not been refrigerated. Compared with when she was playing a girl, the buttocks modified by space magic and flexible materials are much more comfortable to touch...

"ah!!!"

"I told you not to touch me!" Sena pinched Linta's nipple hard and said through gritted teeth.

“It hurts…”

Linta bent her knees slightly, lowered her center of gravity again, and tried to separate the skin covering Senna's lower abdomen. Without the effect of the waist-binding, the soft flesh of Senna's abdomen piled up and flowed out, pressing her belly button in the middle.

Now, the buttocks and hips have also been easily dealt with, leaving only Sena's tightly clamped crotch... The sign of desire has not yet cooled, and the center of her legs is still flooded with juice.

The closer they got, the more Linta's fingers twitched. He carefully moved his fingertips along the mermaid line, getting closer and closer to Senna's hidden private parts. During the process, the feeling of wetness was progressive, and different from the sticky sweat on the inside of the previous part, this more lubricated texture was obviously another kind of body fluid. Sure enough, even though she had just reached orgasm with the artificial vagina on the outer skin, Senna's real lower body obviously also had a reaction that was no less than that.

The sense of touch of her hands captured the texture of the hair fibers, and at the same time the feeling of wetness reached its peak. The air flow between her breasts also increased significantly. Linta took a deep breath and stretched out her index finger that had gathered magic power.

“…Just bear with it for a moment…”

"Hmm..." Sena, who had her face sandwiched between Linta's breasts, buried her face deeper.

Linta closed her eyes, focused her thoughts, and shoveled her fingertips precisely into the area where the texture had obviously changed. Then she used her joints to loosen and stretch the separated parts. She used her other hand on the outside to pull, separate, and scrape the shape, caressing every inch of the bumps and depressions, and finally...

Linta's honey crack followed the gravity and turned back into clothes along with the surrounding skin, collapsing like a swimsuit and hanging under Sena's lips that were completely held by Linta's whole hand, hanging undulating between her legs.

Linta gently moved her hand away, but the love juice that was sticky on her palm was **** to leave, leaving silver threads that reflected the light on the bottom of the pool, which cooled and broke over time.

“Huha!” Sena pulled her head back, gasping for breath and covering her red cheeks.

While her adjusted mentality had not yet worn off, Linta quickly bent her waist and squatted, grabbed Senna's thighs, and kept wrapping her thighs to pull the skin down.

"Hey... Hey! Give me some time, let me slow down!"

"Why are your hands so sticky? You smeared it all over me!"

"Don't look at that part of mine!!"

"Ian!!!!!!!"

"Lift your left foot first." Ignoring Sena's complaints, Linta quickly peeled the leather down to her ankles, and now the only part of her body left was her beautiful feet.

Sena half cried and held onto the wall, staggering to lift her left foot off the ground. Linta held her toes, twisting them and exerting **** from the heel, just like taking off a split-toe sock, exerting **** to bypass the bone points with the toughness of the material, and then stretched the toes one by one, successfully peeling off the skin in a wrinkled shape. Then she did the same with the other foot.

Finally, finally, Linta's skin went all the way back to his body, and her empty waist, abdomen and lower limbs hung in front of her like an apron, swaying with her breathing.

After that, without saying a word, Sena slid down the wall with a large amount of steam escaping from her head, and squatted into a ball... without anyone noticing, her fingertips flashed a faint blue light.

"I still want to formally apologize again!... I'm so sorry... Sister Sena!" The two's playful sexual behavior finally came to an end. After a long silence, Linta quietly walked behind Sena and nervously bent her waist more than 90 degrees.

"...What are you still feeling sorry for..." The girl, who was squatting there with her black hair scattered and covering her back, responded hoarsely.

"We had a quarrel while trying on clothes during the day, and we were late for dinner. The dishes didn't satisfy you... and he did something dirty in the bathroom, which made you see something bad... He didn't recognize you when you broke into the room, and he abused you and even used **** against you. Then he acted out **** in a petty way... and just now... he forcefully kissed you..."

"Can I reasonably suspect that you are mocking me?" Sena smiled bitterly, looked up at Linta, and then buried her head again.

"No! I'm really sorry. I've gone too far in every aspect..." Linta stretched out her hands in panic, feeling very guilty.

"First, I tortured you for a month without knowing the reason. Today, I **** myself to take a shower with you... I also insulted you... Then, I shamelessly put on something I didn't understand to get angry with you. Then, I cried and begged you for help. I even impulsively **** you to have sex with me, and called it compensation... No matter how you look at it, I should be the one to apologize... I'm sorry."

"No, it's me..."

"As for me, a boy confessed to me before!" Interrupting the meaningless self-blame, Sena shook her hair, stood up, winked and shouted at the ceiling.

"Huh?! By whom? When?!" Linta's pupils shrank, and she was unable to hide her surprise at the sudden topic about men and women. She considerately put her hand on her shoulder and shook it.

"He was an adventurer I received when I first started working, more than a month before I met you, Linta." Seeing Linta's reaction, she smiled, then folded her arms and put her fingertips around her shoulders on the back of Linta's hand.

"And what was the result...?"

"Of course I rejected him. He's going to leave town and develop in the city. He confessed to me to try out the possibility... so as not to leave any regrets."

"Is that so..." Linta staggered back. Although he heard the answer he wanted, he still felt something gripping his heart tightly. So he took another half step back, holding his left chest, and said dully: "...Such a big thing happened, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Why do I have to tell you everything first? It's so annoying." Sena stood up with her arms folded, turned her head, and threw a tantrum at an inappropriate time, because she knew that Ian, a blockhead, would definitely say something annoying about his family affection and other good-for-nothing reasons...

"...Because...Because! I simply can't imagine a life without you! I love you, Sena-san! Always have! So, I don't want! I won't allow anyone to take you away from me!!!"

I don't know when I untied the ponytail, and Linta's long hair was messy with her bangs. The side hair that should have been tucked behind her ears floated in front of her forehead, covering most of her delicate face. Only the gemstone eyes shining with scarlet light, the red cheeks, and the mouth that was almost dislocated were separated from the gaps in the hair. Out of control, broken, overflowing, and unable to help, the emotional characteristics of him were expressed and interpreted without exception, and bloomed unprecedentedly in his life.

“I see…”

She felt neither ashamed nor embarrassed, her head did not steam, her legs did not tremble, her eyes did not wander, and her fingers did not dance. She did not seem excited at all when Linta confessed to her at full power, but her eyes sank and she turned her head back calmly.

"…But even so, his feelings for me didn't seem fake. He talked about a lot of things about why he liked me, and his descriptions were vivid and vivid…At that time, after listening to him, I was more thinking…who was the person he liked? Hardworking, brave, optimistic, generous…That guy described me with this impression, which was completely different from the fragile, stupid, troublesome, and moody young lady you mentioned…After all, he liked the best side of me in his perception, even though he knew nothing at all…Although there's nothing wrong with that…"

She silently continued to talk about the topic she had just interrupted, while silently taking off the hairpin on her bangs, smoothing out the front hair that was roughly tied by Ian, and then pinning it back... Then she clenched her fists and turned her head abruptly: "But in the end, which aspect is the real me! How much do I know about myself! In the end, can people really know what they are thinking? At least I can't think clearly about myself at all, not at all, just now! And now! I can't figure out what I am thinking or what I am saying!... All..."

"But only...only this..." A long string of self-talk choked here, she felt neither ashamed nor embarrassed, there was no steam on her head, her legs did not tremble, her eyes did not wander, her fingers did not dance... She just smiled, normally, normally, smiled, revealing a warm smile.

She gently held Linta's face, moving closer and closer, her tears shining like morning dew, condensing between her eyelashes and on her smile.

"I really can't imagine my life without you. I really like the person behind your face. Whether it's as a family member, as a friend, or as a girl, from the beginning... I like everything about you!"

Her front teeth were slightly bared, her eyes curved into crescents, her eyebrows raised to the clouds, she put her hands behind her waist, turned halfway in the non-existent summer breeze, and her long black hair swung. Then she opened her eyes, raised an index finger, pressed it to Linta's lips, and hooked another little finger in front of Linta's hand, pleading in a hoarse voice: "So... I will only tell you this, please don't tell him for the time being, and don't tell anyone else... Okay?"

Linta looked at Sena, looked into her eyes, and smiled too, an ordinary, common, happy smile.

"...I understand, Miss Sena. I will strictly keep the secret before your consent, please rest assured." After saying that, Linta tilted her head and nodded playfully. With an awkward accent, she lifted the index finger from the corner of her lips, hooked the little finger on her hand, clamped it tightly, then turned and pressed down Sena's thumb, and clenched her ten fingers into the agreed lock.

"It's a deal..."

"Um…"

"… That's all for now! I'm going to go back to sleep! You can handle the rest by yourself! Good night! Good night!" After a few seconds of silence, as if some kind of magic that allowed people to speak their mind had expired, the shame between men and women that had been ignored surged back into Sena's body at full speed, her body temperature and heart rate rose rapidly, and her thoughts gradually got out of control. So without giving the other party time to reply, after throwing out another escape speech tonight, Sena turned around and waved at Linta with a smile, then rushed to the bathroom door in a panic.

The leading foot of the starting girl took a big step over the edge of the bathtub, and the back foot of the starting girl was ready to take off. However, the friction suddenly lost favor with her, and her heel slid forward. Then her center of gravity was completely messed up. Even though her arms were unconsciously twisting and turning to stabilize herself, she was still unable to avoid falling heavily in the next second.

"Ah hey hey!" Linta, with a flushed face, finally reacted to what was happening in front of her. Sena, who slipped on the wet bottom of the bathtub, was already hanging in the air and was about to hit the ground headfirst. At this moment, Linta's eyes widened, her heels emitted a blue light, and her body moved before her consciousness, rushing forward to hug Sena at an acceleration that could not be seen by the naked eye!

It was a close call! Linta managed to insert her arms under Sena's armpits at the last second, barely holding her upper body, and avoiding the tragic end of her sliding backwards and falling. But because she saved the situation at the last second, she still couldn't completely avoid some collateral damage, such as her sluggish lower body now lying on its side like a drunk, and she narrowly avoided a sprained waist; her plump melon-shaped breasts were painfully shaken by gravity, and her shoulders were also painful; her head was affected by inertia, and her neck was bent at an **** angle, and the blood rushed to her head, making her dizzy; her freshly washed hair was scattered at the bottom of the pool, and it was obvious that she would have to wash it again... And what Sena found most difficult to accept was that her mouth happened to kiss Linta's wet, completely exposed majestic penis, which was thrown aside by the large movement of the bath towel around her waist!

At the same time, perhaps the boiling hot water steam there just lifted the tip of the kettle, making a sharp "hiss" sound like a whistle, and Sena's hot and red cheeks flew out of the screen.

"Sure enough..." Sena's body trembled at a high frequency, and her body instantly switched from a gentle and static twitching to a beast-like rampage mode. She jumped up and grabbed the towel hanging around Linta's waist, tore it and threw it directly to the opposite corner of the room, and then shoved two fingers of her right hand into her own vagina hanging above Linta's lower body without any difference, pinching the skin around it tightly, pulling it down with all her strength, and forcibly pushing it into his buttocks! "You pervert, you'd better continue to be a girl!"

"Wait! Wait!" Linta, who had not yet come to her senses, was at a loss. The penis that was **** into the skin was stimulated by the intense friction. Instead of lowering its head and being pushed into the groove, it was more unruly than ever before, and it used all its strength to push up the girl's lower abdomen and bend it upward, forming a rather strange shape.

In this regard, Sena, who was in a state of rampage and possessed by the shame of a young girl, naturally refused to compromise easily. She grabbed the monster inside through the skin, and then twisted it downwards with all her strength. It was as if she was catching a loach caught in a sack. When she pressed one end, it would slide to the other end. When she blocked the other end, it would bend back to this end. There was no result at all. Instead, Linta's expression became more and more distorted due to pain.

Sena didn’t have the courage to reach in and make direct contact, but at the same time, she had no intention of giving up. Just like that, she found some logic in her violent exploration, and her fingers pressed more evenly to lock every possible position where the opponent might escape, then pinched the skin on her lower abdomen, and at the same time, she pressed down with her ring fingers facing each other!!!

As if a "gulp" sound was heard, the bulge on Linta's abdomen completely disappeared, and the catfish monster drilled into its nest. Without the obstruction, the girl's flower bud finally stuck to where it should be, and began to open and close slightly with Linta's breathing.

But at this joyous last moment...

"Sister Sena! Get your face out of the way!!!"

Before he finished speaking, a large amount of white fluid flowed along the urethra, pushed open Linta's lips, and shot out instantly at a huge initial speed! Then, as the vagina contracted, more fluid spread out from the crack little by little...

…………

Sena raised her hand stiffly with a click, and moved it tremblingly close to her bangs, then grabbed a handful of unknown mucus with an undeniable seafood smell from it, and then moved her trembling hand downwards, and the same liquid was also full between her eyebrows and on the bridge of her nose! Before she could continue to confirm, one of the drops gathered at the tip of her nose finally couldn't stand the gravity and slid down to her mouth...

“Aa ...

The bats resting on the eaves of the mansion were frightened by the sudden high-decibel scream and had a stress reaction. They flapped their wings and fled in all directions, gradually melting into the depths of the dark blue night sky where even the moonlight could not reach.

My head hurts...

My body feels so sore...

So noisy...

The red-haired girl was awakened by the noisy bird calls that sounded like a vegetable market. She opened her eyes with difficulty and looked around vaguely.

"Where is this..." Linta, who was not fully awake yet, was in deep confusion as she looked at the familiar curtains in front of her...

I was in the bathroom just now... with the eldest lady... and she said to me... we both...

Linta pursed her lips and her face turned slightly red.

After that...she seemed to put me...and then I let her...I...she...screamed...

Linta gritted her teeth and her pupils contracted rapidly.

She got angry...went to the mirror cabinet...took out...the confiscated items...pushed me down...and then...

Recalling this, a chill ran down her spine, and sweat instantly broke out on every inch of her skin. She understood that this was an avoidance reaction from deep within her heart to the terrible trauma. At the same time, all the senses of her body, which had just woken up from a deep coma, returned, and the tearing, pain, and soreness around her lower body were particularly heartbreaking.

She subconsciously tried to move her hands to soothe the pain, but found that her hands could not move at all. She subconsciously tried to spread her legs, but found that her legs were also bound by some external **** and could not be freed by brute ****. If she opened her eyes wide and turned her head to observe the surroundings...

Isn’t this Sister Sena’s room?

With mixed feelings in her heart, she silently complained about the current situation, then she quickly took action, using magic power to strengthen the core muscles in her waist and abdomen, straightening her upper body with all her strength, throwing off the quilt, and sitting up on her knees.

Then he lost balance and fell back onto the bed.

Linta, whose body was **** to bend backward like a figurehead, had not given up resistance yet. She squirmed and struggled left and right, and in the process she slowly guessed what was binding her hands and feet, and then she twisted and struggled even more desperately.

Still no effect.

"Sister Sena is so cruel..." Linta sighed deeply as her two snow-white legs, like empty pantyhose, were wrapped around her crotch, wrapped around her ankles, and finally stretched upwards to tie two knots at her wrists. She turned over to the other side of the corridor, staring at the closed door with a lot of thoughts in her mind.

Based on the intensity and angle of the light leaking from the bottom of the curtains just observed, combined with the current season, it can be easily inferred that the current time is around ten o'clock in the morning. The only person I can count on in my completely disabled state is Sena, the culprit herself, to come back after get off work in the evening to help me untie the light...which means I have to stay in this state and wait for almost the entire day.

Just when Linta was feeling bad about this, the door of the room creaked open, and the tired person sitting on the door could not be anyone else. Wearing the guild uniform shirt on the upper body, and the trousers hanging halfway down her plump thighs, Sena's underwear was exposed, and her face looked cute and distressed... with heavy dark circles under her eyes.

"Sister Sena, you didn't go to the guild today?" Linta was secretly happy, but when she saw Sena's look, worry dominated her.

"I did go... but I was **** to take leave by those annoyingly enthusiastic colleagues..." Sena answered weakly, then walked to the floor-length mirror, shook her head and kicked off her trousers, put them on the low cabinet, yawned, walked to the bed and sat down, yawned again, and then looked at Linta behind her with her head bouncing. "Do I really look that tired..."

"Any creature with eyes should be able to detect it in a second." Linta stared at Sena, whose eyes seemed to be constantly floating above her head and could hardly open, and she did not know whether to laugh or cry for a moment.

"It's all your fault, you bastard..." Sena fell on her back with a plop, taking off her house shoes alternately. "It was a waste of effort to drag you to bed like this yesterday."

"It's tiring to think about it... so why did you tie me up like this?"

"To punish my incompetent, perverted trainee boyfriend, of course."

"Huh? That wasn't a dream?"

"I'll kill you." Sena threatened with a smile, raising her arms and reaching for Linta's body. "I've already untied you."

"So fast!" Linta exclaimed in surprise.

"Because they're all Slipknots... I thought you could handle it yourself."

“No one can do anything if you’re tied up like this.” The red-haired girl gritted her teeth and moved her frozen limbs. She struggled to sit up, and then she caught a glimpse of Sena, who was pouting and staring at her, from the corner of her eye.

"What...what's wrong...Sister Sena..." Thinking that she had done something wrong again, Linta hurriedly **** a fake smile and asked tremblingly.

"I don't want Linta to stay in front of me for too long like this." After saying that, Sena turned sideways and faced away from her.

Linta smiled bitterly and sighed softly, then she grabbed the empty legs of the girl who was still folded behind her waist into her hands and twirled them a few times. Then she changed her sitting position and moved the legs of the young man sitting under her forward, folding them hard towards her chest, straightening her front toes, and with difficulty stepped into the hole that her hands had worked so hard to create.

If it was an ordinary rear-entry armor lining, it would be impossible to get it into the legs when the buttocks were already locked. Fortunately, the girl's skin was not ordinary. With its strong ductility and elasticity, she successfully took in the young man's legs, although the whole process was quite difficult and twisted...

After that, panting, Linta used her hands to stroke from the toes to the side of the waist, smoothing out the eye-catching wrinkles in the process, making the soft curves of the girl's legs smooth and complete. She moved her cute round toes, then sat down again, and then she pinched the metal foreign body hanging above the peach-like buttocks with her backhand, and slowly pulled it up along the line of the spine.

During the process, she suddenly noticed something and looked back at Sena shyly. After confirming that she was still facing away from her, Linta arched her waist, inserted her arm into the crevice of her back, and went deep between her legs. After a lot of fiddling, she finally adjusted the man's thing that had been roughly taken into her body yesterday to the correct state. Finally, she straightened up, withdrew her hand, pressed on her lower abdomen for a long time, and finally closed the zipper completely with peace of mind.

"Well, okay..." Linta covered a corner of the bed sheet and turned back to Senna and said softly.

"Oh..." Sena turned over and glanced at her sideways, then frowned and asked: "Is this really okay?"

"What do you mean?"

"I'm referring to the fanatical believer you just accepted yesterday. Why do you think that a teenage boy... wouldn't have any unusual thoughts about his super beautiful master?... You were so shy last night that you almost couldn't control yourself..." Sena reached out and grabbed the pillow, pressing it against her forehead, and her speech gradually slowed down.

"Don't worry, I have already considered this, so I have explained a lot of rules before agreeing to take him as my disciple. These are definitely enough for him to actively avoid relationships between men and women." Linta raised her head with some pride and answered confidently in seconds.

"Ha...ha, that kind of thing must be a verbal agreement made by some idiots... people without self-awareness...If I wasn't afraid that you, who are so ignorant... would be snatched away from me by a wild man one day...I would never...tell you...and let you...take you first..."

"Sister Sena?"

"And...ah...you look so dirty and slutty...you really...don't need to...wash...you want me to...wash too..."

Linta didn't know where she started to talk in her sleep, but she knew that staying with this unreasonable but gentle and caring young lady was both a great distress and a great happiness. She lay down silently, smiling at Serena's sweet sleeping face, covered her with a thin blanket, put a pillow under her, quietly removed the hairpin on her bangs, and held it firmly in her right palm.

"Please spare me."

Three weeks later, next to the wooden house beside the ruins

"What's wrong, Quill? It seems that you are not in good condition today." The red-haired girl in warm-colored uniform straightened the sword in her hand, turned to look at the listless black-haired young man behind her, and asked worriedly.

"I can't hide it from you..." Quill slowly stopped and stood still, lowered his head and clenched his fists. When he raised his head again, his cheeks were flushed. "I have something important to tell you!"

"Wait, wait!" Quill's sudden affectionate look made Linta tremble all over. In an instant, she moved away from the three people and shouted in panic, "I really told you that I only like girls. I have a lot of weird habits and a special physique. When I do that kind of thing, my magic power will go out of control and make the man's thing explode!"

"No, no! You misunderstood! I didn't mean that! Although you are indeed very cute...ah! No! I just want to ask for your help with something important!" Quill's face turned even redder and he waved his hands hurriedly to explain.

After hearing this, Linta breathed a sigh of relief. She twirled her hair with her fingers and thought for a moment before walking back to Quill: "Well...you decide. I'll do my best."

"Ms. Linta!" Quill placed his hand on his chest with emotion, closed his eyes and smiled, then bowed deeply and solemnly.

"Please, marry me!!"

"ha?"