She wanted to challenge the God, to conquer the God, not to be toyed with wantonly like a broken doll as she was now!
"No... don't touch there anymore..."
Kirukiru Amou tried to pull her foot back, but her legs refused to obey, feeling limp and devoid of any strength.
Heimer acted as if he hadn't heard her, and instead, her weak resistance only piqued his interest further.
Every touch felt like it was hitting her pressure point.
Kirukiru Amou's breathing became increasingly rapid. Her chest heaved, the snowy white flesh rippling with waves—softness that could be held in one hand.
"Mmh—!!!"
"God... you... bastard..."
Kirukiru Amou finally reached her limit, incensed by shame, gritting her teeth and glaring fiercely at Heimer with her phoenix eyes, which were shimmering with moisture; her entire face was flushed red, like a cooked shrimp.
Although she was cursing him, the posture she presented at this moment was entirely that of someone waiting to be plucked.
"～"
Seeing this, Heimer knew it was time to stop.
After all, if he continued to tease her like this, given Kirukiru Amou's fiery temperament, once this sense of shame crossed the critical threshold, she might really bite her tongue and commit suicide to preserve her final shred of dignity.
"Alright."
"I won't tease you anymore."
"At least for this morning, just rest here properly; I'll have someone bring your breakfast in."
With that, Heimer let go, thoughtfully tucked the blanket corners around Kirukiru Amou, put on his clothes, and walked out of the master bedroom.
...
Leaving the master bedroom and stepping onto the circular corridor on the second floor, Heimer saw the warm, gentle morning sunlight filtering through the central courtyard of the mansion, illuminating the entire hall.
The design of this mansion was truly impeccable.
"What a beautiful day."
However, before Heimer could stretch and properly enjoy this quiet morning light, a cacophony of noise reached his ears first.
"Hey! I'm talking to you, Ryu! That's not right, nya!"
"Ahhh! It's smoking, it's smoking!!"
"Don't make noise! I'm concentrating on adjusting the heat!"
"It's already burnt! It's turned into charcoal! That's not called adjusting, nya—!!!"
"Bang!"
It sounded like something had exploded.
"Cough, cough, cough! That's not right... How is this different from what the book said!"
The sound of arguing coming from the kitchen, along with the distinct smell of burning wafting up, caused Heimer's previously relaxed expression to stiffen instantly.
He knew immediately. Ryu had arrived. And she had already started working.
It had to be said, once Ryu got stubborn, not even ten oxen could pull her back. She was actually trying to get into the kitchen to cook.
Fortunately, this time, there were others around to help.
However... Lunoire, Chloe. These two actually came.
Heimer raised an eyebrow, surprised. After all, as key staff members of The Hostess of Fertility, given Mia's temper, getting her to let them off the morning shift wouldn't be easy.
Unless... Freya had been pulling strings behind the scenes. However, that person shouldn't know yet that he had just descended and already figured out that Syr was her alter ego.
Withdrawing his thoughts, Heimer glanced at the kitchen area on the first floor, which seemed to have stopped emitting black smoke. He thought for a moment and decided not to rush over to save the day. After all, as long as the house didn't catch fire, it would be fine. Let them struggle for a while.
Heimer thought about it, then withdrew his gaze from the kitchen and shifted it to the other side of the first-floor hall. That was the lounge area. The girls seemed to still be sleeping in their rooms. The first-floor hall appeared somewhat empty. However, it wasn't completely deserted.
There, on a single sofa facing the staircase, a petite figure was curled up. She was wearing a loose pajama, wrapping herself into a ball. She held a steaming cup of milk in her hands, her face almost buried inside the cup. Her short, silver-white hair appeared exceptionally soft in the morning light. —It was exactly Inaba Tsukuyo.
It seemed she had heard the sound of Heimer walking out of the master bedroom. Inaba Tsukuyo, who had been burying her face in the cup while constantly eavesdropping, trembled violently.
Then, with a "whoosh," that already slightly rosy little face instantly flushed red at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even her pointed ears turned bright red.
Like a frightened little rabbit, she suddenly lowered her head, burying her entire face tightly behind the cover of the milk cup. That appearance... it was almost as if... she had been caught doing something guilty.
Seeing Inaba Tsukuyo's sudden change, Heimer was stunned for a moment. Immediately, remembering Inaba Tsukuyo's words during the last level-up, he realized what was happening.
Right. This child...
That means... the commotion on the second floor last night... and the commotion that lasted for most of the night... had all been heard by this child...
"This is really..." Thinking of this, Heimer felt somewhat awkward. After all, although gods didn't have much sense of shame left, performing a steamy performance all night in front of a child as pure as a blank sheet of paper was still somewhat sinful.
"..."
At this point, thinking that this counted as him disturbing Inaba Tsukuyo's rest once again, Heimer helplessly went downstairs. He didn't avoid her, walking straight toward Inaba Tsukuyo, who was curled up on the sofa.
Sensing her God's approach, Inaba Tsukuyo's body clearly became tense. Until Heimer walked to the side of the sofa.
"God... Good morning, My Lord..." Inaba Tsukuyo's muffled voice finally came from behind the cover of the milk cup.
"Um..."
Heimer reached out, somewhat helplessly wanting to pat Inaba Tsukuyo's head, but stopped halfway.
"Last night... it was my fault."
"The commotion was a bit loud again."
"I forgot about that."
"I'll be more careful next time."
"And..."
"Later, I'll figure out a way to have someone install a soundproof barrier or something in the room."
Hearing Heimer take the initiative to shoulder the responsibility.
Inaba Tsukuyo immediately became flustered.
She hurriedly raised her head slightly.
Her face flushed so red it looked ready to drip blood, she looked at Heimer, then frantically shook her head, her words becoming incoherent.
"N-No need for that!"
"Lord God doesn't need to be so considerate..."
"What Lord God wants to do... it's all Lord God's freedom..."
"It's... it's Tsukuyo herself..."
"Herself... eavesdropping..."
At this point, Inaba Tsukuyo's voice grew smaller and smaller, eventually becoming almost a mosquito-like hum, even biting her moist lower lip hard from excessive shame.
Looking at Inaba Tsukuyo's appearance, desperately trying to conceal it yet tormented by guilt due to her purity.
This appearance of desperately trying to blame the fault on herself, proving she's a "sensible little adult," was utterly adorable.
Heimer finally couldn't resist and reached out to ruffle Inaba Tsukuyo's silky silver hair.
"I know Tsukuyo is very sensible."
"But that shouldn't affect Tsukuyo's rest."
"Look at these dark circles."
"Tsukuyo probably didn't sleep well last night, right?"
"Really..."
"It's because of Tsukuyo herself..."
After hearing these words, Inaba Tsukuyo instead blushed, lowered her head even further, and clutched the milk cup in her hands.
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