And when Second Sister returned to the Mercenary Headquarters with a heavy heart…
Elder Sister had already changed into loose loungewear and was lying on her soft big bed.
After sorting through everything once again…
Ireya came to the conclusion that if she wanted to know the truth behind all this, she would have to seek confirmation from Mother.
After all, no matter how reasonable her guesses were, they were still just guesses.
Huu—!
The young lady suddenly sat up from the bed with a flick.
But just as she slipped on her slippers…she turned her head and glanced at the moonlight outside.
It was already so late; Mother should be asleep by now, right?
She wasn’t feeling well after all.
Maybe it was better to wait until morning…
Knock knock knock!
But just at that moment, a series of knocks came from outside the door.
“Yaya? Are you asleep?”
Eh?!
The pillow.
Ireya was slightly stunned but quickly took two steps and personally opened the door.
In the dim hallway stood Lady Shudrian, who was in her thirties but looked as youthful as a maiden, holding a soft white pillow.
She was standing there plainly at the door.
“Eh…Eh? Mother?”
Just as Ireya had been thinking about going to find her, Mother…had come over herself?
“Sss…Yaya~ It’s so cold outside…”
Looking at her daughter blocking the door, Lady Shudrian tilted her head slightly, her tone a little pitiful.
“Ah? Ah…come in, quickly!”
Snapping back to her senses, Ireya hurriedly stepped aside and watched as her mother, like a little girl, ran into the room and sat on her bed, then gave her a sweet smile.
“Hehe~ Come here~ Yaya, give me a hug~”
Um…
Am I a three-year-old kid?
Though Ireya thought this to herself, her body honestly walked over.
“Um, Mother…”
“Hey (● ́∀`)!”
But before Ireya could say anything, Mother had already wrapped her soft, fragrant daughter into her arms.
Mmm.
“Ugh! Mo…Mother!”
Ireya tried to struggle anxiously, but afraid of dampening Mother’s enthusiasm, she could only pitifully mumble softly in her embrace.
If Goddess and Second Sister saw this, they would surely burst out laughing, right?
Sadly…in this huge room, there were only the two of them.
No one could witness the young lady’s embarrassing state <(^)!
“What’s wrong? Yaya…have you grown tired of Mama already?”
Seeing her daughter’s helpless expression in her arms, Lady Shudrian pouted, looking at Ireya as if she were a reckless lover who had just finished playing and disappeared…
Pfft!
Don’t look at your daughter with that kind of look…
“I…of course not…I was just about to come find you…”
Ireya could only smile helplessly, nuzzling her head against Mother like a kitten.
“Hmm…is that so~ Looks like we’re in sync~ Then tonight…let’s have a rare mother-daughter sleepover~”
“Ah? Sleep…together?”
Only then did Ireya notice the white pillow her mother had brought in earlier, now resting beside her.
“What’s wrong? Has Yaya grown up and no longer wants to sleep with Mama?”
“Sigh~ Oh well~ That’s true, Yaya’s grown up…If you don’t like it…ahem, I’ll go back to my room…”
Before Ireya could respond, Lady Shudrian muttered to herself while picking up her pillow, lowering her head as if about to leave.
Her figure looked pitiful and wronged.
“Eh! I…I didn’t say I didn’t want to! I…of course I like you, Mother! Then…then let’s sleep together!”
Ireya hurried to stop her.
Had her reaction just now hurt Mother’s feelings…?
For the first time, the young lady felt a bit uneasy with a guilty conscience…
But…when she saw Mother turn back with a face full of a “plan succeeded” smile…
Ireya finally remembered: this woman, Lady Shudrian, was no simple character!
She lost.
Absolutely no chance to win!
Mother’s series of moves could be described as a direct knockout, leaving her powerless to resist!
“Hmph hmph~ Then… Yaya~ let’s go~”
“Eh? Go…where?”
Ireya looked confused again.
“Of course to take a bath~ Don’t you wash up before going to bed?”
Lady Shudrian smiled and pulled her stunned daughter—known as the Bloodblossom Demon outside—towards the castle’s Bathhouse.
Splash~
When she came to her senses, Ireya was already sitting in the warm water pool of the Bathhouse…
Looking to the side, she saw the White Marble Maiden Statue, and the bottle on her shoulder endlessly pouring clear water…
She fell into deep thought.
“Ah (~ ̄)~ After a day’s work, taking a bath like this…don’t you think it’s very relaxing, Yaya?”
Lady Shudrian was leaning on the edge of the bath, her snow-white long hair floating around, faintly revealing some overly beautiful things hidden within.
“Mother, the way you say that sounds like an old lady…”
At this point, the defeated young lady could only submit, unable to resist anymore.
“Ahahaha~ Really? In Yaya’s heart, is Mama still a young girl?”
Lady Shudrian said this while making a peace sign near her left eye and winking at Ireya~
☆~(>£O) Eh hey ♡~
Though such a gesture was unexpected from a woman in her thirties, if Mother did it…
It still had that youthful idol vibe.
Ireya smiled helplessly.
“Um…Mother, do you want me to help wash your back?”
“Hm? Okay~ Then I’ll enjoy the filial piety of my good daughter~”
Splash!
“All right…then…”
Ireya just wanted to get up and grab a towel from the golden statue holding a tray nearby—
But just at that moment, Lady Shudrian suddenly stood up from the water…
The warm pool wasn’t very deep, barely reaching the tall lady’s waist…
The clear, warm water gently rippled over her fair lower abdomen with the circulation system’s movement.
Her wet white hair clung to her nearly perfect upper body…
And that impossible-to-ignore softness left the still-seated young lady dazed in place.
Though she had seen it before…this time it felt even more imposing!!
She instinctively raised a hand, weighing her own…
Ireya suddenly felt a bit of pressure in her heart.
She wondered if she could really inherit this great family legacy from her mother…
“Hm? What’s wrong~”
Lady Shudrian clearly noticed her daughter’s frustration and, as if inheriting the same mischievous streak…
She posed in front of her obedient daughter to showcase her magnificent figure~
“Ahem…N-nothing.”
Ireya quickly shook her head, then awkwardly got up to grab the towel.
As she turned around, she seemed to hear Mother muttering softly…
“Hmm~ It’s about time to start taking better care of my body…Maybe I should give Yaya more milk to drink…How did I eat when I was little again…”
The Bathhouse instantly became a scene of maternal love and filial piety.