Faon paused for a moment.
“…Try it? What does Sister Night Lei mean by that?”
The desire deep within him made him instantly understand her meaning, but he neither agreed nor refused right away.
At the same time, he no longer felt that strange sensation from before.
Instead… he found himself subconsciously thinking about whether it would work.
Night Lei’s tone carried a hint of resentment, yet her face still maintained her usual gentle smile.
“…A smart little brother like you should know what I mean, right?”
Seeing Faon remain silent, she continued, “We can use my racial talent to help Miss Evalyn find your weaknesses, and then you can personally tell her. And during the process… it can also weaken your energy. You could call it ‘killing two birds with one stone,’ couldn’t you?”
“That way, not only can it improve the relationship between you and your wife…”
After explaining, Night Lei gently stroked Faon’s hair and quietly waited for his response.
“No… Sister Night Lei, you don’t need to go this far for us. Just being willing to discuss something like this with me is already enough.”
After hesitating, Faon finally spoke and rejected Night Lei’s third invitation.
It wasn’t only because his Depravity Level was not high enough.
There was another reason as well.
Although Faon’s mindset had begun to change, his nature was not one that allowed others to make sacrifices for him—even though Night Lei had repeatedly stated that she was willing.
And… he still hadn’t crossed that line in his heart.
He had never truly committed what could be called “cheating.”
Just talking about such a topic already made him feel guilty toward his wife.
“You don’t need to think like that, little brother. This is simply helping you and Miss Evalyn. It has nothing to do with repayment or anything else.”
Night Lei held Faon’s hand as it rested on her thigh, as if trying to reassure him.
“And I was the one who brought it up. You can think of it as the goodwill of an ‘older sister’ and a friend.”
Her words did not calm Faon—instead, they only intensified the urge to agree.
But in the end, his inner boundaries and principles stopped him.
He suppressed the rising desire and spoke as gently as possible.
“I understand your kindness, Sister Night Lei. And precisely because of that, I don’t want to trouble you… Like I said before, just being willing to discuss this with me is already enough.”
Hearing Faon’s gentle voice again, Night Lei seemed satisfied.
“In that case, I’ll repeat what I said before. If you ever decide… you can come find me anytime.”
She smiled, not rushing him.
“Besides, it’s not like I gain nothing. Maybe this way, we can find a solution to my Succubus Form.”
“How did you deal with it last time after you went home?” Faon asked casually.
But the moment he spoke, he regretted it.
The effects of her Succubus Form could influence even him, a strong individual, stirring impulses within him.
Thinking about it this way, perhaps his wife’s willingness had also been slightly influenced—though without physical contact, the effect was minimal.
Even so, it allowed him and his wife to discover something new.
Night Lei blushed slightly, though due to their current position, Faon did not notice. Her tone remained steady.
“Do you really want to hear the details?”
“Sorry, Sister Night Lei. I asked without thinking.”
Faon quickly sat up as he spoke.
As he moved, Night Lei released his hand and casually touched her own face, the other hand resting on her thigh.
She smiled and said, “There’s nothing to apologize for. I’m happy that you care about me. Actually… the solution is simple. Just release the tension and then stop thinking about those impulses.”
Faon fell into thought.
This sounded somewhat similar… Her condition in Succubus Form resembled the occasional worsening state his wife experienced.
“It seems your condition is somewhat related to Miss Yeye’s magic power…”
But the outcomes were different.
Night Lei’s Succubus Form generated desire and impulses, while his wife experienced various strange aftereffects.
Perhaps by studying Night Lei’s condition, he could find a way to suppress the problem more quickly.
However, Faon did not voice this idea.
The premise would require him to “try it” with Night Lei—and that sounded more like an excuse than a solution.
“I don’t fully understand it either. My earlier idea was just intuition. In the end, I might still need your help,” Night Lei said with a cheerful smile.
Although the issue did exist, it wasn’t severe, so she treated it more like a pretext.
“No problem. You’ve helped me so much already, Sister Night Lei. I’ll help you deal with this condition as well,” Faon replied with a nod and a smile.
“Alright.”
Night Lei nodded back, smiling, and said nothing more.
Afterward, she taught Faon how to properly clean the ink provided by the Church before leaving.
Of course… it was “hands-on teaching.”
Faon was already somewhat stirred up, so he didn’t say anything about it.
The soft, slippery sensation of her hands covered in soap left a particularly deep impression.
After everything ended and he had calmed down, Faon returned.
He noticed that the feeling subsided faster and faster each time.
It was strange, and it increasingly confirmed that the sensation was caused by Night Lei.
When he returned, he saw Miss Eve sitting in his seat, resting her chin on her hands and smiling at him with narrowed eyes.
Faon greeted her, “Good afternoon, Miss Eve. Is something the matter?”
“It’s nothing important. I just realized I didn’t tell you where those items should be delivered. So I wanted to ask when you’ll be coming back that day. I’ll come pick them up then.”
“Good afternoon, my child,” Eve replied gently.
“It’s fine. I’ll stop by the Medical Hall after I return,” Faon shook his head.
“You’ve already helped me so much, and I’m still troubling you,” Eve said with a cheerful smile.
Then, as if recalling something, she clasped her hands together.
“Oh right, you haven’t been to my residence yet, have you? My rest days follow a rotating schedule. If something urgent comes up, I might still be called in, though that’s rare. Why not deliver it to my place on one of those days?”
Because of this schedule, Faon had never seen Miss Eve panic or get angry when called in unexpectedly.
As for delivering it to her residence, Faon didn’t think much about it and agreed.
“No problem. That’ll save you a trip.”
At most, it would cost him a bit of extra energy, and he hadn’t properly visited this superior of his before anyway.
“That’s great. And if you’re tired, you can rest at my place for a while,” Eve said as she handed him a piece of paper with an address and a hand-drawn route.