Movira didn’t say much more.
She simply took her hand once again and finally stopped in front of the door to her exclusive bedroom.
When the door was pushed open, a long-unfamiliar scent washed over them.
The furnishings inside the room remained the same as always—simple and austere.
Seraphina was gently pushed to sit on the edge of the bed, the soft mattress sinking slightly.
She looked around.
It had been several months since she last saw it, and at this moment the bed felt ridiculously large, easily able to fit seven or eight people with room to spare.
“I… I’m actually not that sleepy yet,” Seraphina said a little awkwardly.
She still hadn’t figured out Movira’s attitude, her fingers twisting her clothes. “Besides, it’s still early! And, what’s wrong with you anyway? You’ve been off ever since the meal… Can you just tell me directly…”
This cold-war stance made her quite uncomfortable.
She raised her head, but before she could finish speaking, her voice caught in her throat.
Movira had somehow already leaned in close, both hands braced on the bed on either side of Seraphina.
So close that Seraphina could count the other’s eyebrows.
Those eyes were no longer as sharp as usual, but instead covered by a layer of hazy mist, the gaze unfocused yet focused as it looked at her, the distance so near that…
Seraphina’s heart tightened sharply, and a thought flashed into her mind—It couldn’t be… that time of the month again, could it?!
She instantly tensed up, her voice trembling a little. “You… you…”
Thinking of the troubles from last time… she couldn’t help wanting to escape.
Fortunately, Movira shook her head, but her voice was unexpectedly soft, even carrying a sticky nasal tone that originally only Seraphina would have. “No. That… I only… come once a year.”
This tone left Seraphina stunned, making her couldn’t help asking in her heart, Is this still Movira?!
She could even feel the other’s body swaying ever so slightly in front of her.
A guess rose in her mind, making Seraphina widen her eyes. “You… this is… you’ve been drinking?”
Movira seemed to ponder for a moment before answering slowly, “Mm.” She nodded.
“But I didn’t smell any alcohol on you at all!” Seraphina even deliberately sniffed, and indeed there was only that familiar cold fragrance.
“The smell of alcohol… you wouldn’t like it.”
Her voice grew even lower, as if explaining, or like murmuring to herself.
As she spoke, her body pressed forward a few more inches, the warm breath almost enveloping Seraphina.
Seraphina was forced to lean back, and in a fluster she kicked off her shoes, instantly shrinking to the center of the bed, trying to create a bit of distance.
“Wait! Don’t… don’t come over! Then why are you having an episode right now of all times?! Can episodes just happen out of thin air?!” she asked in a panic, feeling this didn’t make sense at all.
In fact, Movira wasn’t truly drunk, only in a lightly tipsy state.
Her reason had not yet been completely paralyzed, but the long-suppressed emotions, at this moment borrowing this bit of intoxication, quietly took the upper hand, letting her actively accept this fuzzy yet unrestrained feeling.
She watched Seraphina’s evasive movements, a bit of loss flashing through her hazy eyes.
She didn’t answer Seraphina’s question, only continued using that tone completely different from usual, and slowly approached her.
“Seraphina…” Movira called her name, her voice soft and sticky. “Don’t hide… let me lean on you for a while, just a while… okay?”
This weak posture was completely different from the image in Seraphina’s mind.
She could clearly choose to push this clearly abnormal person away again, but looking at the other’s appearance as if she would shatter at a touch, the hand she had raised somehow couldn’t muster any strength.
“You… just how much did you drink…” Seraphina’s voice also softened, and she still indulged the other’s behavior.
She watched as Movira approached bit by bit, finally slowly leaning down and resting her forehead against her own shoulder.
Even with such close skin contact, Seraphina still couldn’t smell even a trace of alcohol on Movira.
“Not much…” Movira’s voice sounded muffled, the nasal tone heavy. “It’s just… I don’t know what other method I can use anymore…”
“Wh-what method? A method for what?” The weight on her shoulder and the warm breath by her ear made Seraphina’s heart pound like a drum.
“What thing?… The thing Dekalorin talked about…”
Dekalorin? What did she tell Movira?
Seraphina was made even more confused by this sentence, and the words she wanted to ask further hadn’t come out yet when an unusual sensation suddenly struck.
First, a faint current of air brushed the edge of her ear, carrying Movira’s warm breath, itchy, making her want to turn her head away.
But before she could, another clearer sensation covered it—hot and soft, with an indescribable wetness, precisely fitting against her sensitive outer ear.
“Ah!” Seraphina let out a short cry of surprise, her body uncontrollably trembling lightly.
She completely hadn’t reacted to what had happened.
This sensation was something she had never experienced before; she only felt that place was both itchy and numb, carrying a strange stimulating feeling.
She raised a hand, wanting to push away or touch the source of the mischief to figure out what it was.
Her hand had only risen halfway when a hotter hand grabbed her wrist and pressed it down.
At the same time, Movira’s other hand supported the back of her head, fixing her head in place so she couldn’t turn freely, only able to passively endure the increasingly clear… sensation coming from her ear.
“…Sister? You… what are you doing?!”
Seraphina’s voice carried panic as she tried to twist her neck, but was restrained by Movira’s hand.
By her ear came faint water sounds that made her face flush and heart race.
A few seconds later, her chaotic brain finally connected this sensation and sound to a certain recognition, and Seraphina suddenly widened her eyes!
Movira was… licking her ear!
This fact roared in her mind, and it seemed as if blood rushed to her head in an instant.
The nerve cells there also became especially active, continuously transmitting those electrical signals of sound and sensation to the brain.
The feeling to the brain was like her ear had caught fire.
Every part of the outer ear, from the tip to the lobe, whether the depressions or the protrusions (the helix and the concha), one after another… little by little felt… every slide of Movira’s… each one bringing a wave of hard-to-suppress trembling that spread down the nerves, making her toes curl involuntarily.
“Sister… don’t, don’t lick (my ear) anymore… it itches so much…”
Seraphina’s voice trembled sharply; such stimulation was still too intense for her.
She wanted to hide, but her body was firmly restrained; she wanted to push Movira away, but her wrist was tightly gripped.
This feeling of being completely controlled left her flustered and at a loss.
Movira did not stop, or rather, borrowing this light tipsiness, it was as if she had tasted some delicious flavor, her movements becoming more meticulous and lingering.