Anyway, we ended up going inside the house. Sitting around the round table in the living room were me, Milfie-san, and the cat-eared girl who had suddenly attacked me earlier.
A white sleeveless tunic with a vibrant blue short-sleeved jacket. From her extremely short blue pants (Milfie-san called them hot pants), her supple thighs extended gracefully.
She had a healthy charm different from Milfie-san's. But with her arms crossed, her pointed cat ears twitching, and her sharp gaze glaring at me—it was honestly scary.
"Sorry, Teo-kun. Are you hurt?"
"Y-Yeah. Somehow... just my clothes got torn."
Milfie-san peered into my face with worry. I answered with an awkward smile. "I got the introduction backwards... This is Eclair. She's my childhood friend, and as you can see, she's from the cat-ear tribe. She's five years younger than me... so she's the same age as you, Teo-kun."
"Oh, really?"
I felt a tiny bit relieved to find a common point—but that didn't last. "Doesn't mean you can talk casually to me, or I'll kill you."
"Eek!?"
"Eclair!"
At Eclair-san's threat, I involuntarily shrank back. Milfie-san sharply scolded her.
"Jeez! Can't you talk normally for once?"
"Milfie-nee, why are you even talking normally to that guy? Didn't that pervert defile your body?"
"I told you, it's not like that. It was purely for treatment."
"Who knows. Maybe you got sweet-talked into it? Milfie-nee, you're surprisingly airheaded."
"That's not true. Look, I was able to lift the curse like this."
"What's the proof that you lifted the curse with bodily fluids? Maybe you treated it with another method but lied saying it had to be fluids to get into something naughty."
"That's enough!!"
At Milfie-san's sharp voice, Eclair-san's shoulders jerked. "There are things you can say and things you can't. That's rude to Teo-kun."
"...H-Hmph."
But Eclair-san turned her face away with a huff, building a wall with her profile. Milfie-san let out a small, troubled sigh.
"Don't take it to heart, Teo-kun."
"N-No, I don't mind at all."
I waved both hands in denial. I do mind, but I want to keep things peaceful here. "While I was treating you, I told Eclair about you. But when I explained the curse-lifting method, she got furious..."
"Of course she did. What world has curse-lifters who treat with sex?"
Eclair-san spat out. ...Well, can't blame her. If I were in her position, I'd think the same.
Milfie-san being so quick to accept it makes her the unusual one. "That's why asking her to let you treat her got delayed. Sorry about that."
"No, please don't apologize..."
If I'd had to treat both of them at the same time, I'd definitely have died of exhaustion...
"Um, but Eclair-san..."
"What?"
I mustered my courage to call out to her, and as expected, she glared at me fiercely. Still, I steeled myself and continued.
"I don't think you can just leave the curse like this. ...It must be really painful right now, right?"
While Milfie-san and I were lifting her curse over those few days, Eclair's curse had been progressing the whole time.
"The symptoms of arousal get worse day by day, so there's no way you're okay now, right?"
"...!"
Her crossed arms tensed, fingers turning white. For just a split second, her tough attitude seemed to waver—was that my imagination?
"...T-Tough luck. As you can see, I'm totally fine. If you're scheming to lay hands on me this time, too bad for you."
"N-No, that's not my intention... I was just worried..."
"Shut up already!"
Bang! Eclair-san slammed the table and stood up. "Even if I concede a hundred steps and you can lift curses with bodily fluids, I absolutely won't rely on such a lewd method! I'll definitely find another way!"
"Wait, Eclair..."
"Shut up, shut up! Milfie-nee, you're in cahoots with him, aren't you! I won't rely on anyone! I'm not in heat or anything!"
Her cat ears stood on end as she pointed straight at me. "If you get it, get the hell out! You perverted monkey!"