The Ogre Strength Fairy and the Eldest 'Son' Chapter 200 - A Cute Sound, A Serious Mom, & The Volume Of L

A certain Yecine montarily reminisced about the morning she was pulled aside to ’chat’ by the reddish-blonde woman. Taken to Yatrel’s study and politely but forcefully told to sit in a chair... to say that she hadn’t felt a little nervous at the ti - with the serious look on Da Goltbred - would not be the truth.

The brunette holding onto her in the night now imdiately had a ’temper’ rising before she could completely explain the whole matter. Qat warningly pinched at the small girl’s waist.

"Hyaa!"

Her pigeon-blue eyes flew wide at the loud, emotion-filled sound. The swordswoman had not expected such a reaction at all! Even though she was sure they had a certain amount of privacy thanks to Elua, she couldn’t help but look up to see if anyone would approach.

The one responsible for that sudden noise also looked up and dared to seem *aggrieved*. Of course, there were innurable other familiar emotions mixed in.

"W-w-why would you just do that?!"

It took a while to not be dumbfounded, but ultimately realized that the girl was much more ’amused’ than offended. Though... there definitely still was a layer of ’vexation’ that remained. The problem was she couldn’t tell if it was from what she did, or still from ntioning a complaint from her mother!

"...I didn’t think you..."

When her beloved mumbled like this, the rascal felt she could watch her for a whole dozen minutes past one second without untangling the problem for her~

"It was both our faults. I shouldn’t have been forcefully using physical energy to make my skin more sensitive while playing with your face."

Once again the tall girl was struck silent. It only made sense that such a thing could be done, but would a cultivator actually spend enough ti to master it without harming themselves?

Qat felt only that soone who had lived for many centuries would bother... and she would be right to guess that her El hadn’t learned it until that age in her last life. Though she would be wrong to state that there wasn’t a sense of ’use’ for any younger and skilled cultivator.

"...or at least I should have stopped at the sa ti. That was a little too stimulating."

Elua mumbled and ’blushed’ while petting her own brown hair. She tried to hang it over her face and vainly cover the sight.

’That technique is banned! Banned, you hear? At least until... until my Pri...’

She vowed to herself in her heart, ashad to even place such a promise anywhere next to the fragnt of Qat. Without knowing this decision, the Yecine could still feel the wife that was being so adorably shy in front of her spiritually pumling away at her ’hunger’.

The blonde cleared her throat and grabbed for the girl’s wrist.

"Any...way. About what your mother said to ."

She started to pull the heiress away from the scene of the vandalism. Clearly it would be better to tell the tale on the move... and hopefully get both of their minds off of this new ’distress’.