Ten minutes later.
On the large bed.
Reze and Perona lay back-to-back, looking like two salted fish competing on a cutting board. Each clung tightly to their respective edge of the bed, leaving a gap in the middle so wide that not only could one person sleep there, but with a little squeezing, four Sumires could probably lie side-by-side.
Sigh... In the darkness, the two sighed simultaneously in a rare moment of unspoken agreement.
Back in that small apartment in Queens, although they were packed in like sardines in a tin, at least everyone could hold the soft main body, falling asleep with the pleasant fragrance of a young girl lingering around Sumire's nose.
With Sumire acting as a "buffer zone" in the middle, they even felt that each other's sour faces weren't quite so annoying.
But now... though the mansion was nice, it was empty behind them, and their hearts felt even colder.
"If only... there could be four Sumires."
This ridiculous thought flashed through both of their minds almost at the same time.
If there were four Sumires, they could each have one, no need to fight or grab... but in the next second, they rejected the thought themselves.
No.
Even if there really were four Sumires.
By that time, the first thing they would want to do would definitely be to snatch all four Sumires for themselves.
Claim every single one of them!
Greed, after all, is a virtue of wicked women.
On the other side, as the door lock clicked into place, the World seemed to be divided in half.
Unlike the low pressure in the other bedroom, the air in the Master bedroom was so thick it seemed as if it could be drawn into threads.
Only a dim yellow night light by the bed was on, casting an ambiguous glow over the deep gray silk sheets.
Makima was in no hurry to crawl under the covers.
She stepped barefoot onto the wool carpet, her back to Sumire.
The black silk camisole nightgown slid down her smooth spine, bunching at her waist.
Revealing a large expanse of skin as white as jade, which shimmered with an ivory-like delicate luster under the light.
I'm licking.
"Master."
Makima turned around, her golden ringed eyes appearing exceptionally deep in the shadows. She looked at Sumire, who was still wearing bear-patterned pajamas, and tilted her head slightly, her tone carrying a hint of casual seduction.
"Wearing these kinds of cotton pajamas, you won't sleep well."
"Eh?"
Sumire had never heard such crooked logic from Makima and subconsciously pulled her collar tight.
"Wait... are you saying the re-reward actually includes this?"
Makima stepped closer slowly, her fingertips gently picking up a strand of Sumire's damp hair and tucking it behind her ear.
Her fingertips were slightly cool, and when they touched Sumire's burning earlobe, they triggered a series of fine shivers.
"It's only for Master to have a more comfortable sleep..."
Her voice was as gentle as if she were coaxing an ignorant child, yet also like the serpent in the Garden of Eden whispering: "In this room, between you and me, there is no need for any barriers. I want to feel Master's body temperature, heartbeat... and everything about Master."
The Serpent of Eden
Sumire was slightly dazed.
She pursed her thin lips and remained silent for a moment, but in the end, like Eve unable to resist the forbidden fruit, she nodded.
"O-okay then."
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