Stelle felt dazed, her mind anything but clear.
It was as if she hadn't slept for ages and was utterly exhausted—or suffering the aftermath of a hangover.
Through blurred vision she seemed to see Lisa's silhouette.
Lisa was straddling her waist, hands pressing in rather questionable places.
The witch-like hat she usually wore was gone, and the only piece of clothing left on her was so scanty it was almost unbelievable.
Stelle stared blankly for a second, then snapped fully awake, eyes widening.
Reflexively she rolled over, pinning Lisa beneath her before Lisa could react... Eyes locked, Stelle opened her mouth but couldn't find any words.
She had no idea what was going on—why she was here, or why Lisa was on top of her.
And the surroundings... "Oh? Does my Little Cutie prefer being on top?" Lisa's cheeks were flushed, a bewitching smile playing on her lips.
She reached out to stroke Stelle's cheek, making Stelle's heart itch.
Yet Stelle didn't allow herself to sink into it; she fought to stay lucid.
Though doing so was exceedingly difficult.
"Li-Lisa... what... what is going on here?" Stelle grasped Lisa's hand, swallowing nervously.
Lisa's body beneath hers felt wonderful—but that wasn't the main issue right now.
From this commanding angle she could take in Lisa's attractive figure at a single glance.
The thin, soft purple undergarment Lisa wore was practically see-through, hiding nothing at all.
Stelle even wondered whether it could be called proper clothing.
"Has my Little Cutie forgotten?" Lisa blinked, feigning puzzlement.
"I..." Before Stelle could finish, Lisa suddenly pushed her back down, reversing their positions.
Stelle's view flipped; above her was an unfamiliar ceiling.
"This is my home." Lisa leaned close to Stelle's ear, exhaling warm breath.
"Little Cutie got drunk today."
"Drunk...?"
Impossible—how could she be drunk? She hadn't even touched alcohol, or so she believed.
"Yes, you drank my vegetable soup and then passed out cold." Lisa licked the corner of her lips.
"Huh?" Stelle's eyes bulged, certain she'd misheard.
Vegetable juice? She'd been knocked out by vegetable juice?
That couldn't be—unless Lisa had spiked it with something.
"Mm-hmm. If I hadn't just helped you, you'd probably still be asleep." Lisa traced her tongue along her lip.
Only then did Stelle notice a faint trace of moisture at the corner of Lisa's mouth, its origin unknown.
"So, my Little Cutie ought to thank her big sister properly." Lisa's patience, with such an enticing Stelle beneath her, was wearing thin.
"I..." Stelle finally realized her own clothes had vanished; only a strange garment half-clung to her body.
No, calling it clothing was generous—it looked more like something designed for dubious bedroom games... "Ah, that? Today's gift for my Little Cutie. I altered it a bit and wanted you to try it on." Lisa smiled when she saw Stelle's attention on the outfit.
"Alright, enough of that—shall we carry on…?"
Lisa was already losing patience; though only minutes had passed, being stuck in this limbo felt unbearable.
"Wai—mmph?!"
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In truth, Lisa really hadn't slipped anything harmful into the vegetable soup—doing so would be illegal, and she'd never stoop to that.
The soup simply wasn't entirely "pure"; to keep it fresh and give it a little extra kick, she'd added a pinch of alchemical reagent.
The stuff should have been perfectly harmless; she honestly had no idea why Stelle had reacted as if dead-drunk after drinking it.
Perhaps, being an out-worlder, Stelle's constitution was unusual and had produced some reaction she'd never seen before.
Fortunately, it only looked like tipsiness—no actual harm done.
Still, it gave Lisa a headache; when she left with Stelle she merely told Miss Sara to return the books to the Library herself rather than handing them back personally.
Almost bewitched, Lisa brought Stelle straight to her own home.
She guessed Stelle had never touched alcohol—or at least had never been drunk.
The girl's behaviour was far too adorable and enticing.
She even did things Lisa couldn't fend off; though Lisa had long coveted her, this wasn't the ideal situation… well, in the end Lisa dropped all reserve.
Or rather, under the influence of Stelle's peculiar body, she couldn't stay reserved; her reason soon slipped away.
Still, she would have preferred sharing this wonderful night while Stelle was sober.
So she thought of a good way to "sober" her up.
Simply put: make Stelle sweat and shed water. For real alcohol it would only help a bit, since spirits can't be flushed out that way.
But Stelle wasn't truly drunk—only in that state—and there was no ethanol in her system.
So the method actually worked quite well; it was just Lisa's tongue that wound up rather tired.
By the time Stelle fully awoke, Lisa—already in the mood—naturally wasn't about to stop.
Hence the night… "A-hem, h-how did it come to this?" Stelle drew a deep breath and ended up coughing.
Lying on Lisa's big bed, Stelle felt dazed.
She had imagined she might conquer Lisa, perhaps even that very evening.
After so many near-misses she couldn't be bothered making excuses—she wanted Lisa and intended to add her to her "great house".
What she hadn't foreseen was the process.
In her script, the likeliest scene was: dinner conversation flowing smoothly, she'd walk Lisa home, accept an invitation inside, and let the plot unfold.
She never expected to fall victim to a cup of vegetable juice.
The second half of the night had been bliss, but the first half was a total blank.
What a let-down!
Pouting, Stelle rolled onto her side.
Lisa, utterly worn out by her, was still asleep; her stamina clearly wasn't up to par—later on she'd been no match for Stelle and had surrendered completely.
"Really now…" Stelle gently tapped Lisa's cheek.
What had been in that vegetable soup—something she couldn't tolerate?
In all her years, nothing had ever affected her body this way.
Later she'd have to ask Lisa for the exact ingredients of that soup.
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