This was a world that was undoubtedly different from the main world.
A seductive scent lingered in the air, tingeing the world that corresponded to ti with a hue of pink.
"Ngh..."
The usually elegant and noble maid panted heavily, letting out strange, soft sounds from ti to ti.
Her exquisite, rounded feet, clad in high-end silk stockings, were hooked around the lean, powerful waist of a man. Her body rose and fell in a steady rhythm.
The scene was undeniably erotic.
However, a closer look revealed even more details. For instance, a skirt that had been torn to shreds. Stockings stained with a sticky fluid. And the hazy, dazed look in the woman's eyes.
The evidence made it clear that a great deal had happened here.
As the rhythm continued, the body of the man she held reached its limit. With a final spasm, the woman, whose beautiful legs had been tightly locked around the boy's waist, lost all her strength. She collapsed onto the grassy ground, gasping for breath.
The man she had been holding also panted heavily.
And then, the small, private world collapsed.
A strange, pungent scent began to perate the Director's office in Chaldeas.
The boy who had just unleashed a torrent of passion upon the bewitching woman gasped for air. The blood of the Sun God surged within his veins. Faced with severe physical depletion, the divinity originating from the Indian God of Creation transford his exhausted organs into magical reactor cores. Every breath he took converted all that he inhaled into magical energy, which was then reverse-engineered into life force, replenishing himself.
"Do I need to take responsibility?"
After a long while, the boy, having barely recovered his senses, looked at the graceful woman whose body was now covered in the marks he had left, and asked.
The maid nad Rita did not answer imdiately. Her body's recovery rate was far slower than that of the man who possessed the highest level of Divinity and the highest rank of Battle Continuation. This was true even though he had nearly exhausted his magical energy and a great deal of his life force by opening a different world incompatible with the main one.
Only after another long pause did she regain enough strength to stand and clumsily straighten her clothes.
"No, that won't be necessary."
The maid gazed at the boy who had been to her liking from the very start, a lighthearted smile once again gracing her features. Her voice was sultry, sounding as if it could drip with moisture.
"Are you sure?"
The boy, who had unquestionably just had a very satisfying ti, reached a hand into the shadow at his feet and retrieved a set of clean clothes.
His original plan had been to simply deploy his Reality Marble, take a few liberties with this inexperienced Scum Maid, and leave it at that. However, he had not expected her to show absolutely no resistance after being pulled into his inner world.
And then—things got a little wild.
And after that—
I'm sorry, Kiana.
The boy who had just beco official lovers with Kiana cursed his little brother's lack of self-control in his heart. *Your big brother only likes pure and cute or gentle and sweet types of girls. You, on the other hand? The mont you see a pretty girl, you're ready to swear an oath and recognize her as your new big sister-in-law.
"If I hadn't t Lady Durandal before I t you, I would have agreed without a mont's hesitation."
"Lady Durandal is very clumsy in her daily life. If I'm not there to help her, she'll definitely run into a lot of problems."
The girl, whose body was covered in far too many marks, turned back to look at the boy who had unleashed his passion upon her, and smiled casually. It was a smile of deep satisfaction. Due to her Valkyrie constitution, the so-called "pain of being deflowered" was hardly considered an injury to her. Therefore, her mory of her first night was almost entirely a feeling of ecstatic pleasure, as if she were walking on clouds.
"If I were to fall in love with soone else, I would have to take on the responsibility of caring for my lover, and I might not have enough ti to look after Lady Durandal."
"So, Lord Director, you should save that sense of responsibility for your other little girlfriends."
"Sounds like I just got utterly annihilated by that Dull Goose in the ga of love."
The boy sighed, having received a definitive rejection from Rita. Although he had anticipated being turned down before he even asked, being rejected so directly still left him feeling a bit dejected.
"Isn't it fine for us to just remain lovers?" the Scum Maid, who liked Li Zihan very much but simply couldn't let go of Durandal, said with a smile.
Then, she looked down at her skirt, which was mostly torn to shreds, and her white-stained stockings, a slightly embarrassed look on her face. This was not an outfit she could be seen in public with.
She touched a slender finger to the white substance stuck to her stockings, saring it evenly to make it less conspicuous. Then, she took her coat from the rack and tied it around her waist like a street perforr.
"...You know you could have just asked for clothes," the boy, noticing Rita's very distressed expression and her unwearable clothes, said as he reached into his own shadow again and pulled out a female school uniform.
When he used to travel with Aoko and Alice, he would toss all sorts of clothes into his spatial pouch. As a result, he had quite a few won's clothes on hand. Alice was very slender, so Rita definitely wouldn't fit into her clothes. He decided to have Rita make do with Aoko's instead.
"Here, change into this."
"Carrying girls' clothes on your person... it seems, Director, you're even more of a philanderer than I imagined."
Rita accepted the outfit, which clearly belonged to a girl with an excellent figure. Without any particular inhibitions, she began to change openly right there in the office, not forgetting to tease Li Zihan a little at the sa ti.
"Haha—"
The boy, who had clearly just exposed a few facts about his past, simply laughed, trying to cover it up with the sound.
"I've been gone for so long, Lady Durandal must be getting anxious. I'll take my leave now." The maid, who still had to go back and prepare dinner for Durandal, stretched lazily and then blew a kiss in Li Zihan's direction.
Li Zihan imdiately followed to see her off.
"Oh, right, Lord Director. In your world, there's no phone signal, is there?"
As she walked alongside Li Zihan, Miss Rita picked up her phone to reply to a ssage from Durandal, then suddenly turned her head towards him.
"Shouldn't you check if anyone's been looking for you?"
As those words fell, a strange sense of crisis welled up in Li Zihan's heart. His Instinct, inherited from Cú Chulainn, told him he was in trouble.
The boy, who had spent the whole afternoon in his Reality Marble, prompted by both Rita and his own Instinct, struggled to pull out his phone.
And then—
Over a dozen missed calls flooded his screen.
The caller: Kiana.
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