Elysia cried out in surprise, swept into Old Ye's embrace before she could even react.
She was on one side, Aponia on the other. The twin jewels of the Elysian Realm, plucked by a single man.
The pink-haired elf girl was like a startled little rabbit, her pointed ears twitching as her eyes darted about nervously.
She could feel the warmth and breath of Aponia on the "other side," as if it were being transmitted through Ye Feng's body, so clear and so real.
This was an experience Elysia had never had before.
The world seemed to fall silent, with only the rhythm of heartbeats and breathing remaining.
Elysia had never imagined that such a situation would one day arise: facing an "enemy" with a reliable comrade was somehow more terrifying, more unsettling, than facing him alone!
The elf girl's mind went blank. She didn't even know how she got to the classroom. When she came to her senses, she was already sitting in an empty seat next to Aponia.
Standing at the lectern was, of all people, Eden.
This was music class!
Speaking of music, Elysia had developed a different understanding of it these past few days.
According to Ye Feng's "tuning," Elysia could produce different notes, composing them into a beautiful musical piece.
She had a feeling Eden would want to beat someone up if she heard it...
Would that be considered an insult to art?
...Probably not.
Because Ye Feng had played the recording for Elysia, and it actually sounded quite nice.
As expected, a cute and beautiful girl is amazing at everything she does.
No, that wasn't the point.
The point was the method used to "tune" her vocal tract.
All she could say was that Mr. Ye Feng was far too... imaginative.
Elysia also hated her own body. Why could it be mastered by Ye Feng to such a degree?
It was a little frustrating.
To have the capabilities of her own body, which she herself had never discovered, developed by a man she had only recently met...
Elysia had the subtle feeling of being cuckolded.
It was clearly her body, but inside and out, it had been molded into the shape Ye Feng desired.
Although the body was indeed from Ye Feng's world, Elysia could confirm that it was identical to her previous one in every way.
---o---
At the lectern, Eden, as radiant as gold, was dressed in a magnificent outfit.
She tapped her hands together in her exquisite high heels, like a conductor leading a symphony orchestra.
"Alright, class. The piece we will be playing today is this one."
Eden turned around, and with her slender, fair hand, she wrote two characters on the blackboard.
"Shionari"
"Life is like the tide. Calm your heart and listen to the sound of your own ebb and flow. I believe you will surely hear strength and courage."
Eden's singing voice echoed melodiously throughout the classroom.
As Eden gave a simple introduction to the piece, Elysia instinctively felt its artistic conception.
A beach at dusk, golden tides rising and falling, white seabirds circling in the sky...
If only Ye Feng hadn't crawled under her desk at this very moment.
Ye Feng grabbed Elysia's smooth, delicate knees and pushed them apart.
"...M-Mr. Ye Feng?"
Elysia looked down, her pupils constricting slightly.
She hadn't even noticed when Ye Feng had slipped under her desk.
Ye Feng tilted his head up and smiled.
"Class is about to begin, Elysia."
"Eek? Don't...?"
Elysia leaned forward slightly, trying to push Ye Feng's head away.
She glanced at Aponia in the seat beside her, then at Eden at the lectern... In fact, the entire classroom was filled with people.
"Mr. Ye Feng... Mmmph~~~ Nngh~·"
It wasn't that Elysia was mentally unprepared, but she never thought it would be in this manner...
This musical piece had no lyrics, which was perfectly suited for the current Elysia.
She looked at the radiant songstress on the stage, and couldn't help but cover her lips, a humming sound escaping.
The classroom, filled with students, was silent, save for the lingering sound of the elf girl's song.
Listening to the sound of this tide, one could almost see the churning waves of the sea. The dim tranquility of the morning turned to cerulean, then to azure. The tide relentlessly crashed against the shore, creating a crisp, roaring sound.
This tide was also the tide of the heart, beating without end. Something was constantly striking her fragile heart. After the past was revealed, it was impossible to remain calm...
Splish... Splash...
The piece came to an end. Elysia collapsed onto her desk, her cheek pressed against the sheet music, her fair forehead covered in glistening beads of sweat.
Her body trembled, her tender, cherry-pink lips parting and closing unconsciously.
The elf girl had probably never imagined that performing a song could be such a physically demanding task.
"Referee Aponia, what score would you give Elysia for this piece?" Ye Feng asked.
The nun's cheeks were faintly red, her slightly lowered eyes betraying the turmoil in her heart.
"Referee Aponia!"
Ye Feng called out loudly again.
"I, I..."
Faced with Ye Feng's stern gaze, Aponia stammered.
Despite her image as a maternal, holy mother, at this moment, she was more like a little girl who had done something wrong.
Give Elysia a score?
How did Little Feng come up with these things on the fly?
In Aponia's mind, she had imagined nothing more than playing Jenga with Elysia.
But how could the pure-minded nun, whose body was so lewd, ever know that this scoundrel Ye Feng had so many devious tricks up his sleeve?
Ye Feng spoke again. "The maximum score is 10. Referee Aponia, what do you give?"
Aponia didn't dare to answer recklessly.
She could practically foresee the outcome: if she gave too low a score, Little Feng would say, "Elysia is such a bad student, she needs to be taught a proper lesson," and then he would increase the intensity.
But if she gave too high a score, Little Feng would still say with great enthusiasm, "An outstanding student like Elysia, shouldn't she challenge even greater heights?"
And giving a mediocre score was also not an option. In that case, Little Feng would say, "How unremarkable. That won't do for the Flawless one," and continue to increase the intensity.
At that moment, Elysia's eyes were moist. She looked gracefully at the nun, whose fingers were intertwined in prayer.
"Aponia, it's alright. This isn't your fault."
Ye Feng pinched Elysia's dress, using it to wipe the sweat from her chair. He couldn't help but chuckle.
"Elly, now is not the time to be worrying about others. Also,"
Riiip—
Ye Feng tore off the corner of the dress he had used to wipe the sweat, then stood up and stuffed it into Elysia's mouth.
"Contestants are not allowed to play the sympathy card with the referee. You'll be immediately disqualified for cheating."
"Mmphh~~?"
Ye Feng walked over to Aponia's seat and looked down at her, at her hesitant expression, and smiled.
"Referee Aponia, what score would you give Elly's performance just now? Don't overthink it. Just score it based on how you feel. Whatever you think it is, it is."
"Per..."
"What?"
Aponia clasped her hands even tighter, her lips trembling slightly. "Perfect marks."
The nun said, "In my eyes, Elly has always been the most perfect."