Olivia bounced up from the bed, her silver hair whipping an arc through the air, the ends brushing against Prunier’s face.
Her bare feet pressed onto the pink sheets, leaving a shallow footprint.
Her chest was still heaving.
She had been tickled too mercilessly;
There was still a sour ache from laughing too hard in her throat, and her ribs burned as if roasted.
But her chastity was safe.
For now.
She looked down at herself.
One button of her bright yellow blouse had been torn open, the collar slipped to her shoulder, exposing half a collarbone.
Her pink skirt was rumpled, the hem flipped up.
Her white knee-high socks had completely slid down, bunched at her ankles, the lace edges dragging on the floor.
She quickly buttoned it back up, needing two tries to fasten it.
Then she pulled her skirt down, tugged, and tugged again, but it never felt long enough.
Finally, she bent over to pull up her socks, her silver hair falling forward to hide her face.
“Um.”
She straightened up, her silver eyes darting toward the doorway.
“Did Zijiang… see everything just now?”
Prunier was still lying on the pink sheets, her red twin tails spread out like two puddles of melted strawberry candy.
She wiped tears of laughter with the back of her hand, her voice still carrying the breathiness of laughter.
“I saw it. When the door opened, you were rolling your eyes from me tickling you, your blouse turned up above your chest, your legs flailing, and your mouth going ‘hahaha’.”
“……Enough, no need to describe.”
Olivia buried her face in her hands.
Silver hair slipped through her fingers, and her ear tips peeked out from the strands, red and translucent.
But after a moment, she lowered her hands.
‘That’s right. What could two girls do? What Zijiang saw was just Prunier tickling her. It’s normal for girls to mess around. Who would think that way?’
‘No.’
She suddenly realized.
‘She’s a guy. Her essence is male. A guy being pinned down by another girl and tickled until begging for mercy—what would Zijiang think? She’d probably just think, “The captain is bullying the new girl again.”‘
She glanced at Prunier.
Prunier was lying on the bed, with that expression—
“I know everything, but I’m not saying anything.”
A chill ran down Olivia’s back.
She suddenly felt she couldn’t stay here long.
Given Prunier’s nature—two years ago in the Silver Dragon King’s Palace, she snuck up from behind and groped her chest;
Today in the hallway, she picked her up off the ground;
Just now she tackled her onto the bed and tickled her nearly to suffocation—this person’s bottom line was much lower than she had expected.
Plus her own instincts.
When Prunier had pinned her down on the bed just now, the first thought that crossed her mind wasn’t “She’s going to tickle me,” but “Is she about to do that kind of thing?”
If she kept staying in this bedroom, being stared at by Prunier with that “you’re my life-sized hugging pillow” look—then probably neither of their chastities would survive tonight.
Either Prunier’s or hers.
Most likely hers.
Prunier’s chastity had already become irrelevant the moment she tackled her.
‘Have to leave. Now. Immediately.’
But directly saying “I’m going” would definitely not work.
Prunier wouldn’t let her go.
If you said “I’m leaving,” she’d say “Stay a little longer.”
If you said “It’s too late,” she’d say “Then sleep here.”
If you said “It’s inconvenient,” she’d say “We’re both girls, what’s inconvenient?”
And then she’d be trapped.
So she needed to find a reasonable excuse that Prunier couldn’t refuse.
“Can I go see Zijiang?”
Olivia brushed her silver hair behind her ear, trying to keep her voice calm.
Her silver eyes looked at Prunier, blinking.
“And explain what just happened.”
Prunier was lying on the pink sheets, her red eyes watching Olivia.
Watching her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her skirt.
Prunier gave a mischievous grin.
“Sure.”
She sat up from the bed, her red twin tails swaying.
Then she stood up, walked over to Olivia, reached out, and naturally looped her arm through Olivia’s.
Her red twin tails brushed against Olivia’s silver hair, her cheek pressed against Olivia’s shoulder.
“I’ll go with you.”
Olivia’s mouth twitched.
“…Fine.”