Most of the dinner faon prepared consisted of Afalin’s favorites.
The portions were modest, with the amount of dishes and staples just enough for four people—specifically a group of three women and one man.
This struck Afalin as a bit odd, as if her husband was very used to preparing four-person meals.
She didn’t dwell on it.
With Yeye’s help, the dinner prepared by faon was soon ready, with only the thick soup left to be brought into the living room.
During the process, faon wanted to come and help, but Afalin flatly refused, telling him to “entertain Sister Yelei more.”
She felt that letting her husband spend as much time alone with Yelei as possible would eventually help in completing the commission.
“Xiaoye, you go ahead and wait. I’ll handle the rest,” Afalin said with a smile, looking at the last of the soup.
One portion was “untainted,” but since they all looked identical, Afalin had to remember them by their positions.
If the order got mixed up, even she would have to guess; if she ended up drinking the “tainted” one herself, it would be a self-inflicted disaster.
She would be the one suffering tonight.
“But… Sister Afalin, there are four servings here. I saw Mr. faon looking worried about you… so, let me help with the rest?”
Yeye asked with concern.
Afalin thought for a moment and decided it wasn’t a big deal, so she nodded with a smile.
She just needed to serve the two tainted portions first…
Wait… she suddenly froze.
She had only focused on remembering the “untainted” one.
Her memory of which one had a small dose versus a large dose was a bit blurry.
Between carrying the dishes and chatting, she wasn’t sure if the small-dose portion was to the left or right of the “clean” one.
Furthermore, Yeye had walked in right after she finished adding the ingredients, and at that time, she was only focused on marking her own portion.
“What’s wrong… Sister Afalin? Are you… too tired?”
Yeye asked instinctively, noticing Afalin’s daze.
Afalin’s earlier unnatural behavior flickered in her mind again.
Being inexperienced in the ways of the world, she couldn’t figure out the reason and could only follow up with a question.
“No… it’s nothing. It’s just carrying dishes; how could that compare to you guys being out all day?”
Afalin laughed quickly.
“Xiaoye, you take these two to my husband and your sister first. I’ll take ours.”
Afalin’s mention of “being out all day” reminded Yeye of what happened with Mr. faon earlier.
Her face reddened slightly as she nodded, gave a soft “mm,” and obediently carried the first two portions out.
Afalin was left alone in the kitchen, staring at the remaining two.
“Whatever… I’ll just have to wrong my husband a bit. If he drinks the one with the heavy dose, I can use my hands or other methods to help him vent a little.”
With that thought, Afalin carried the remaining two out.
When she stepped out, the three were chatting normally.
The seating was already settled, leaving her the spot next to her husband.
Seeing her come out, the conversation stopped.
faon stood up and walked over.
“Afalin, let me handle it?”
Yeye had also intended to help, but stopped when she saw Mr. faon move first.
“Do you really have to worry about your wife over something so small? You really do spoil me, Hubby~ But these are for me and Xiaoye,” Afalin said with a playful roll of her eyes.
Deep down, she was happy, especially since she saw that Yeye had placed the two portions in front of her husband and Sister Yelei exactly as instructed.
“Alright then,” faon nodded with a smile.
Seeing that his wife didn’t seem unwell, he saw no need to insist.
After Afalin sat down, she placed a “tainted” soup in front of Yeye.
“Thank—thank you, Sister Afalin,” Yeye thanked her with a smile.
“No need for formalities,” Afalin shook her head smilingly, then asked curiously, “What were you all just talking about?”
“Just discussing faon’s cooking skills. However, as the hostess hadn’t sat down yet, we didn’t plan to start eating,” Yelei said with a smile.
“You don’t have to wait for me! You’ve been out all day; you must be starving eating dinner this late,” Afalin laughed.
“To be precise, my husband must be hungry, and he still had to prepare dinner for us after coming back.”
“It wasn’t just my credit; Afalin helped a lot too,” faon added.
“Hmph… clearly Hubby prepared it all by himself.”
“Hehe… it seems Miss Afalin understands faon very well,” Yelei praised with a chuckle.
Watching the two bicker playfully, she maintained a calm surface, but felt a slight discomfort in her heart. She shifted the topic: “But after seeing faon’s skills, even if Yeye and I weren’t hungry, we’d be craving it. I didn’t expect faon, a former adventurer, to have such skills.”
“My cooking used to be very crude—barely edible. I learned more from Afalin after the war ended,” faon shook his head.
He knew Yelei was referring to his [Magician] job card, so he didn’t ask further.
“Yes, for example, he learned this thick soup from me. Xiaoye and Sister Yelei should make sure to taste it,” Afalin said with a smile, not finding the topic unexpected.
She had tracked them all morning and knew the situation perfectly.
“Hehe… then I shall gladly accept,” Yelei smiled.
She changed the subject again: “Between faon and Miss Afalin, who proposed first? I’ve always heard you were childhood sweethearts, but I’ve never heard you talk about things before the marriage. faon never used to chat with me about anything other than work.”
She asked this not only to liven up the atmosphere but also because she was curious about faon’s romantic history.
“Eh… really? When my husband worked at Sister Yelei’s house, he didn’t talk to you at all?”
Afalin’s tone became curious, though she could easily imagine it.
“Truly. Back then, faon would only smile in front of Miss Afalin. If it didn’t involve work, he wouldn’t chat with me at all,” Yelei sighed with mock helplessness.
“At that time, I was nervous, and since I’m someone who loves to chat, it was very stifling.”
“Um… after I woke up, I also heard Sister mention it… so, being able to talk to Mr. faon like this now makes me quite happy,” Yeye plucked up the courage to chime in.
“Happy… of course I know you’re happy. Just being able to touch my husband probably makes you ecstatic, doesn’t it?“
Afalin complained internally, but she would never say it aloud.
Instead, she said giggling, “I didn’t know my husband was like that outside. When we first moved here, he didn’t often talk to me about work either.”
“I wasn’t very familiar with everyone then, and I’m naturally introverted. Plus, we had just moved here,” faon coughed lightly and spoke up, seeing all three discussing him.
At the beginning, he was indeed very cautious and tried to speak as little as possible, especially given the [Mana Conflict] of a half-succubus and the other party’s over-familiarity.
Now that he knew she was a good person who often looked after his wife, his guard wasn’t as high.
“Hehe… we’ve strayed off topic. So, who proposed first?”
Yelei rested her face in her hands, staring at the two with a smile.
Yeye also wanted to hear about their past… or rather, she wanted to know more about Mr. faon.
Faon’s face reddened slightly, but he didn’t have many reservations when it came to talking about his wife.
“I did. I came back suddenly and proposed; it gave Afalin quite a shock.”
“That’s right, Hubby was so formal then. It was the first time for both of us, so of course I was startled,” Afalin’s voice carried a hint of bashfulness.
Yelei felt that she would have been better off not asking.
Her mood became complicated again; such pure affection made her hesitate further.
“Could she really… intervene?”
She smiled, “It sounds like a romance plot from an adventure story~”
Perhaps because of the change in their relationship or the growing familiarity, tonight’s meal was livelier than usual.
Even Yeye and faon, who usually didn’t talk much, had opened up.
As the meal wound down and the other dishes were mostly gone, leaving only the staples and the soup, Yelei suddenly blinked and suggested, “How about this? Next weekend, come over to my house and the four of us can have a few drinks? A small gathering? I also want Yeye to try it out. Plus, Miss Afalin’s period will be over by then, so Yeye will feel much more relaxed with you both there.”
“…Next week?”
Afalin shook her head.
“Next week might not work. My sister Afalin (Ailyn) is coming back from the magic academy for vacation, so we have to go back to my hometown.”
Faon’s heart skipped a beat, but he didn’t speak.
Yeye was also afraid that Sister Afalin would tell her sister at this time.
Yelei was stunned for a moment, then smiled.
“I’m sorry, I forgot. Yeye told me this morning. Let’s set a time after you get back, then?”
“Actually… it’s fine, there are still a few days. I also have some things I want to tell you, Sister Yelei,” Afalin hesitated but spoke anyway.
“But since Yeye already told you, there’s no rush.”
“Don’t leave me hanging. If there’s something I can help with, I definitely want to help,” Yelei said with a chuckle.
She had only heard from Yeye about coming over to discuss something, and she sensed the atmosphere turn slightly odd.
“It’s fine, it’s fine… there are still a few days. I’ll definitely tell you when I get the chance,” Afalin smiled, feeling relieved that Yeye had already mentioned it.
“Or I could have Hubby discuss it with you during the day; he can explain it clearly. Since you two will be eating together anyway~”
Yelei didn’t mind.
“Then we’ll talk during the day.”
Faon was surprised.
He remembered Yelei only saying, “You can come to me to discuss things.”
He hadn’t taken it seriously at the time, so he hadn’t told his wife.
“What was going on now?”
He didn’t understand, but he nodded anyway.
Yeye sat quietly beside Yelei, still somewhat afraid her sister would find out right now.
After Afalin finished speaking, she shifted the conversation back to small talk, and the atmosphere relaxed.
The dinner reached its final step: the four of them began drinking the soup faon had made.
While chatting, Afalin used the conversation as cover to observe the three’s reactions.
She noticed that the first to show a change was Yelei—her breathing was getting heavier, and her small fidgeting movements were increasing.
It seemed she was the first to “win the prize.”
Afalin stopped the small talk and asked with concern, “Sister Yelei… are you alright?”
“Hehe… what could be wrong with me? Let’s keep talking,” Yelei forced herself to stay calm and replied with a chuckle.
“That’s good. I thought you were tired from shopping,” Afalin breathed a sigh of relief.
Yelei nodded with a smile and continued chatting, but she felt a strange change in her body.
When she first took a sip, she thought the taste was good and the fatigue in her body lessened.
She even instinctively praised faon’s skill.
She didn’t find the recovery of her physical energy unusual, assuming it was just psychological.
But as she kept drinking, things felt more and more wrong.
First, an unnatural heat surged from within her body, making her flush.
Then, a surge of strength appeared out of nowhere, making her want to release it… and the methods of release that came to mind were quite indecent and difficult to suppress.
Her ample chest heaved noticeably, and a strange sensation spread across it… it felt very similar to the “succubus” state she briefly entered when influenced by Yeye’s [Mana Conflict]. Her chest felt tight; it was bearable, but only just.
This caused her eyes to involuntarily fixate on faon… her mind began to wander, and her legs rubbed together unconsciously, trying to soothe the itching sensation.
Her breathing grew heavier, and her body entered a state of complete arousal.
Yelei felt her head becoming dizzy, much like being intoxicated.
Feeling her excitement, she extended her long, scarlet tongue and licked her lips.
Halfway through the soup, she could still manage to converse normally with Afalin.
Now that the soup was almost gone, she was staring at faon without blinking, unable to look away.
The voices of the other two seemed to grow further and further away.
Currently, she could only barely manage to respond to the conversation.
“I want it… so much…”
Though she was inexperienced and had never tasted such pleasures, as a half-succubus, she seemed to know instinctively what to do to relieve this feeling.
But she couldn’t do it… even if it was agonizing, because his wife was right there… and she didn’t want to act this way.
Yelei had smelled the soup before drinking and detected no strange scents, nor did she taste anything unusual while drinking.
‘Why…’
The abnormality of her body prevented her from thinking deeply.
Staring at him like this in front of his wife after finishing his soup—what was she doing?
Was it really because she had suppressed her feelings for too long, causing her “succubus” form to manifest?
After all, he had held her hand just this morning.
Yelei couldn’t refute her own thoughts, and… Miss Afalin hadn’t noticed that she was staring intensely at faon sitting across from her; Afalin was still chatting with Yeye.
What should she do… what was she going to do?
Should she be selfish just once… just a touch, just one touch…
Though she was still hesitant in her mind, her body answered before her heart did.
She actually reached out her hand toward faon, right under Afalin’s nose.