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Who would've thought the legendary, fearso Witch of the Notaria would... embarrass herself in front of a man.
That splash of water didn't just freeze Natsuki—it stunned Aya Tokoyogi herself.
Even after Bokue closed the door behind him, both witches remained frozen in the break room.
Ugh...
Natsuki's mouth twitched internally.
She'd guessed Aya had been thoroughly worked over by this guy, but to react like this just from seeing him was way too extre!
What the hell had been done to her to end up like this?!
For the first ti in her life, Natsuki genuinely wanted to run away.
She didn't want to end up like this too!
"Um..."
After maintaining that leaking position for about ten seconds, Aya finally managed to recover sowhat. Taking a deep breath, she gripped the nearby sofa for support and struggled to speak:
"W-why are you in a place like this?!"
"...You've got it backwards."
Bokue spread his hands.
"More accurately, I was here, so Yuuma sent you over. Rember we agreed to let you live a normal life? Now you can work as a maid for Natsuki, earn your own living. I'm like... a reference? Also, why are you in this state? Didn't you shower?"
The youth suddenly noticed sothing seed off about Aya's appearance.
Why had she arrived covered in a mixture of champagne and spiritual energy?
"..."
Aya didn't plan to answer that question, just glared at the youth with eyes full of resentnt.
Why was she like this? Shouldn't you know better than anyone?!
The forr Library Grand Secretary conveyed this ssage with her eyes.
"Fine, Yuuma really is sothing..."
Understanding the cause and effect instantly, Bokue shook his head internally, then stepped forward, ignoring the faint champagne scent as he approached the disheveled twelve-layered beauty.
"Let clean you up first."
"Don't—!"
Aya tried to refuse, but before the words left her mouth, her hand was already grasped.
Warm power flowed from his fingertips, spreading as golden light across her entire body, removing all those attachnts she'd considered filth.
This should've been a satisfying and pleasant process, like thoroughly cleaning an old blanket.
But Bokue had forgotten Aya's current hypersensitive state—just seeing him made her leak, and now with actual physical contact...
!!!
Like being electrocuted, the mont her hand was held, Aya trembled three tis in succession, then could no longer stand steady, swaying and falling into the youth's embrace.
When she lifted her head again, the twelve-layered beauty's wine-red eyes were already misty with tears.
Bokue: "..."
He could tell—Aya wasn't at so "seven-star entertainnt" level anymore. She'd skipped multiple stages, fast-forwarding straight to the "latest" phase.
Three tis in a row, even.
This was too extre...
Bokue couldn't help complaining internally. Yuuma had told him this "original version" was an ascetic who'd never been with anyone—even her nominal daughter was just a clone created using herself as a template.
But with this level of sensitivity, she seed more like a natural-born succubus constitution.
Though if she'd already finished, that worked out fine. After all, Natsuki was still watching. He couldn't exactly start with Aya right here in front of her.
So Bokue turned to Natsuki, still sitting on the bed's edge.
"I'll leave her with you then. Whether she wears a maid outfit like Astarte is up to you."
"...Got it. Just put her on the bed here."
Natsuki paused, jumping down from the bed's edge to the floor, discreetly wiping away the moisture her stockings had left on the sheets.
"Huh?"
Bokue made a confused sound.
"What's with the 'huh'? I said put her on the bed."
Natsuki desperately hid the flush on her face from the sounds she'd heard through the wall, adopting her classroom lecturing tone as she rapped her knuckles on the bed.
"You can't think she can work today after what you've done to her. Let her rest today—she can start working tomorrow. I don't keep freeloaders here."
"...That's how it is then."
After thinking it over, deciding Natsuki's lecture wasn't aid at him, Bokue looked down at the teary-eyed twelve-layered beauty in his arms.
But Aya was already panting breathlessly, unable to process anything.
Looks like last night plus this morning had been too intense...
With that thought, Bokue carried Aya the few steps to the bedside.
Just as he was about to set her on the now-empty bed, the gothic girl by the headboard—stockings completely soaked—suddenly swayed slightly.
The air current from Bokue's movent carried his scent to her face, making the already restless and sleepless Natsuki tremble slightly. The strange feeling she'd barely suppressed threatened to resurface, her cheeks growing increasingly hot.
N-no, this feeling is—!
Natsuki urgently grabbed the headboard, taking a deep breath that trembled with each inhale.
No good, she had to suppress this feeling quickly!
That's what she thought, but just then, Aya—who'd just been placed on the bed and seed completely out of it—lifted her head.
Before Natsuki realized what was happening, her wrist was grabbed.
?!
Looking down, the one gripping her was Aya, now lying on the bed.
"What are you doing? We're both just ordinary people now—"
Natsuki thought she was trying to get revenge for being imprisoned in the Prison Barrier for ten years.
But Aya just smiled slightly.
"Natsuki Minamiya, you don't seem as composed as you're pretending. Let guess—has he done sothing to you too?"
The supposedly limp Aya suddenly found strength sowhere, yanking hard to pull the weak-legged gothic girl from the headboard, then pushing her directly into Bokue's embrace by the bed.
"What—?"
Only now did Natsuki finally understand Aya's plan, but it was too late.
The youth's scent, far stronger than before, instantly overwheld her, drowning her completely.
That strange feeling, triggered by his presence, could no longer be contained and exploded outward.
Natsuki had no way to stop it. She could only use her last bit of rationality to lift her flushed face and grit out:
"Let be clear—if you dare try anything, I'll— ngh!"
Before she could finish, the fully-loaded spiritual charger lifted the gothic girl up through her stockings.
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