Vill-V had already silently moved to the side of the playback screen halfway through the video, sensing that the atmosphere was becoming strange.
At this moment, she wore a twisted expression on her face—wanting to laugh after her successful prank but not daring to be too brazen—and was carefully, inch by inch, trying to maneuver her body toward the nearest doorway exit.
Meanwhile, Cyrene, sitting in Elysia's arms, even if she didn't fully understand the exact meaning of the term "lesbian," had already grasped the gist of it through basic logic, thanks to the well-edited and pointed video just now.
(Like women...? And the kind of liking that is very proactive, very... clingy?)
Thinking of Elysia's passionate hugs, wandering hands, and the arm still wrapped around her waist at this very moment...
Cyrene suddenly felt a chill down her back, and an inexplicable sense of crisis quietly rose within her.
She carefully, with as little movement as possible to avoid startling the "source of danger" behind her, shifted her body slightly and spoke in a voice as thin as a mosquito's: "Um... Miss Elysia, I, I would like to get down..."
It was as if her voice had broken the spell of silence.
"Ahem."
Fu Hua coughed abruptly and stood up with a swoosh, her movements much larger than usual.
"I... I suddenly remembered some martial arts problems that require solitary contemplation. Please excuse me."
She spoke quickly and, without waiting for anyone else to respond, grabbed Li Sushang, who was still confused, and said, "Sushang, come with me; there are some... hmm, basic skills I need to test you on."
"Eh? Grand Master? Wait..."
Li Sushang's voice disappeared at the end of the corridor along with their rapidly receding figures.
Almost at the same time, the shadow where Yae Sakura was located rippled slightly. The next moment, it was empty, leaving behind only a faint, dissipating scent of cold cherry blossoms in the air.
Seeing this, Vill-V was like a frightened rabbit; she no longer dared to move slowly, dashed to the door in a flash, and left behind only a fleeting, "There's an emergency in the workshop! Goodbye!" before vanishing.
Eden looked at the hall, which had suddenly become much emptier, and shook her head helplessly.
She stood up gracefully, smoothed out the non-existent wrinkles on her skirt, and cast a "You, really..." look at Elysia. Her voice remained gentle but carried a hint of unquestionable authority: "Elysia, that's enough. Don't scare the new friend."
After speaking, she also walked away with a composed gait, leaving this space to the two people "clinging to each other" on the sofa.
Cyrene, watching her companions quickly retreat one after another with various excuses, felt her inner sense of urgency and unease instantly soar to its peak!
In the vast Elysian Realm Hall, it seemed as if only she and the pink-haired Great Demon King behind her, who radiated a sweet yet dangerous aura, remained.
She could even feel that the arm Elysia had wrapped around her waist didn't seem to loosen because of the others' departure.
"U-Um... Miss Elysia..."
Cyrene's voice carried a subtle, imperceptible tremor as she tried to make a final effort.
"Shh~"
Elysia suddenly pressed her chin more firmly against the top of Cyrene's head and rubbed it gently, interrupting her.
That sweet voice was close to Cyrene's ear, carrying warm breath and a hint of pleasant magnetism:
"Just calling me Elysia is fine, you know~♪"
Cyrene's body stiffened, but she went along with it and whispered, "E-Elysia... could you... loosen up a bit? It's a little... tight."
"Sure thing~♪"
Elysia agreed with exceptional readiness.
Just as Cyrene was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she immediately felt it—the hand that had been properly wrapped around her waist quietly loosened and slid down, while the other moved slightly upward.
That warm palm, through her clothing, happened to stop at a delicate position on her chest.
Although there were no further excessive movements, the psychological pressure brought by that position itself made Cyrene's hair stand on end instantly!
A drop of cold sweat slowly trickled down Cyrene's fair temple.
She could clearly smell the sweet floral scent coming from Elysia, could feel the other person's breathing just inches away, and could sense that gaze that seemed able to see right through her (even if she didn't dare to look back at this moment).
(Help, help me... Madam Herta... Master Anaxa... Miss Baiheng... whoever it is...)
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