"Mmm..."
"Wait a moment... I—"
"No! Not— not there! I—"
"Don't move around... it's coming off!"
Ignoring the Flügel's pitiful resistance, Lumine firmly pressed down on the twisting shoulders with one hand, and with the other, she pulled hard—
"Ah!!"
Following a short scream, Jibril collapsed onto the bed like a fish out of water and Lumine finally... finally ripped open that cursed corset tie.
"Phew... why was it so tight...?" Lumine wiped the sweat from her brow, looking helplessly at the disheveled Flügel.
[So it was just taking off clothes—] the System slowly drew out its tone. [I thought it was something else different~]
Where Lumine couldn't see, Jibril's face buried in the blanket was completely flushed.
It wasn't just because of the suggestive dress that had to be undone from the back but also because of the unspeakable throbbing deep within her body.
Despite having such a powerful body, one that could even suppress a Dragon bare-handed, every touch felt so sensitive when facing the blonde's hand... especially the skin hidden beneath the fabric and the pair of wings currently being gently poked.
Lumine: Poke poke.
"Sto-op po-king~" She twisted her body, wrapping herself tightly with her wings, which only caused the fabric that had already come loose to slide off completely.
As the candlelight flickered, the Flügel's body was faintly visible through the gaps in her wings—
Her neck was bathed in warm light and the curve of her back gracefully merged into her waist like a swan's. Her skin shimmered faintly as the feathers brushed against it.
Everything was faintly visible and utterly sacred—a magnificent work of art for her to admire!
If the System could talk to Lumine, it would definitely be screaming right now:
[Great lesbian opportunity, go for it fast!]
However, Lumine merely turned her slightly flushed cheek away and gently draped the nightgown over Jibril. "Put it on... you'll catch a cold..."
When her fingers accidentally brushed against the other's lower back, both of them shivered slightly at the same time.
Daring not to look at the other's body again, Lumine quickly withdrew her hand and turned to extinguish the candlelight on the bedside table.
The bedroom instantly darkened, leaving only the hazy moonlight outside the window reflecting off the halo above Jibril's head.
Interestingly, the brilliant halo dimmed almost simultaneously with the extinguishing of the candle, its soft glow barely outlining a vague silhouette, concealing even her flushed cheeks in the shadows.
...Is this some kind of organ? Or does it reflect her mood?
"There are only two pillows..?" Jibril suddenly spoke, her halo tracing a soft golden path in the darkness as she sat up in bed.
It wasn't blinding but it was enough for Lumine to know she was right there.
"One for me, one for you..."
"Zzz—"
Paimon's snoring came from the side at just the right moment.
After a brief silence, rustling sounds echoed in the darkness, accompanied by the light thud of clothes hitting the floor.
The blonde originally thought that if she couldn't see, she wouldn't overthink but she realized she was wrong—
First, because of the halo, there was no absolute darkness here.
Second, the less she could see, the more she tended to imagine... and the power of imagination was truly powerful.
Yes, very powerful!
Lumine was still standing dumbfounded when she heard Jibril's voice, laced with amusement. "Lumine... are you peeking?"
The halo even flickered playfully twice along with her words.
Could she see herself clearly? Drunk like that... surely she couldn't, right?
Lumine replied stiffly, "No."
"Oh..."
In reality, Jibril saw Lumine far more clearly than Lumine saw herself; those golden crossed eyes could easily pierce the darkness, taking in every little movement of the blonde.
For instance... she had actually been secretly watching her the whole time.
"Hehehe..." The Flügel suddenly giggled, her bell-like laughter echoing in the room. "This dress... why can't I put it on?"
"Can't put it on?" Lumine asked confusedly.
After a moment of thought, she immediately realized the problem—that pair of soft... that pair of huge wings.
The Innkeeper clearly never expected to host such a guest and naturally hadn't prepared a nightgown with a hole in the back.
Seeing that the wings were about to win the battle against the fabric, Lumine quickly stepped forward to rescue the dress.
And then, something happened.
"Ah!"
A sudden feeling of restraint came over her arm. After a dizzying spin, before she could react, the two of them tumbled side-by-side onto the soft bed.
Lumine's cheek sank into the lightly fragrant pink hair and her knee joint inadvertently pressed against the other's skin.
The Flügel's warm breath came from behind, carrying the scent of wine and brushing past her ear. Her soft chest rose and fell slightly with her quiet laughter, warm like arms wrapped around her.
"I caught... you~" Jibril lightly rubbed her nose against Lumine's nape twice, her halo flickering with amusement in the darkness.
"Ja... Ja... Jabril... you—"
Lumine's voice caught in her throat. She watched helplessly as Paimon, right in front of her, turned over in her sleep.
Her amber eyes suddenly contracted. She stared intently at Paimon's tiny back. An inexplicable guilt, like the sharp claws of a devil, clenched her heart.
Fortunately, Paimon merely mumbled something about Grilled Fish and mora before falling back into a deep sleep.
"Mmm... you're so soft..." Jibril pressed forward even more brazenly, rubbing against her and practically plastering her entire body onto Lumine.
As for Lumine, she was completely frozen in place, seemingly having stopped all thought processes.
Saying... saying I'm soft, but... you're not exactly hard either! Oh, wait.... She's only wearing underwear!
"I'm so sleepy..." The Flügel murmuring brushed past her ear and the arm wrapped around her bedmate tightened a little more.
"Jibril... let go of me..." Lumine struggled in vain but her body felt trapped in a muddy abyss, unable to break free. The pair of wings also seemed to tremble unconsciously, occasionally brushing against her exposed legs.
"Let go of me, and then we'll sleep... okay?"
"Mmm... huh?"
The Flügel drowsily rubbed her nose against the blonde's nape, hooking her legs around Lumine's waist like a spoiled child, her hot breath evenly spraying on the delicate skin.
"...If I don't let go... can't I... still sleep with you either way~" The tearful ending note was sweet like Melted syrup, yet her body honestly pressed even closer.
"I-I... why..."
Lumine felt so anxious she was almost in tears.
This isn't about letting go or not! And... and this isn't sleeping at all... I'm a girl... she's also a girl. Do girls... do this?
Jibril: No ( • - • )
There should have been two "people" on the bed right now—the one who truly wanted to sleep and the one who was truly excited.
"Mmm... Lumine~" The Flügel behind her seemed to launch her final offensive, pressing her body against Lumine without any gaps.
Lumine instantly held her breath, profoundly feeling a weight that she shouldn't have to bear at her age.
"Please, don't leave... I-I just want... I don't want to be alone..."
Lumine was silent for a moment, then asked in a trembling voice. "Then I won't leave... let's sleep, right now, okay?"
Jibril buried her hot cheek into Lumine's nape. Her wings fluttered and a thin blanket gently covered the bodies of the two girls.
After a brief silence, a faint reply finally came from behind.
"Okay..."
Lumine tentatively wiggled, finally pulling out her trapped leg, but found that the arm around her waist was still clamped tight and unmoving.
"Jibril...?"
"Good night." The Flügel lightly brushed past the blonde's shoulder and moved her head onto the pillow.
In a daze, Lumine felt a streak of warmth brush against her cheek—soft and slightly hot. It happened too fast for her to clearly tell if it was the other person's cheek or something else... Soon, Lumine heard Jibril's steady breathing.
Driven by an impulse, she also extended the hand that had been clutching the sheets and gently placed it over the hand that was holding her.
"...Good night."
Their hair, like streams of pink and gold, intertwined on the pillow, and their heartbeats gradually synchronized in the darkness.