“We’re back.”

Felyn cracked the door open just a little, checking to make sure Daiyi hadn’t left any odd items—like a maid outfit—lying around in the entryway. Only once he was certain did he let Viloti inside.

He was genuinely afraid that Daiyi would stir up trouble.

Especially with her calm, emotionless demeanor—that terrifying ability to say perverted things with a perfectly serious face. That was what scared Felyn the most.

As soon as the door closed, the faint scent of Viloti filled the entryway.

It was a lovely fragrance, like pink ice cream melting under the sun.

She knelt down to remove her shoes, revealing her pale, jade-like feet.

The delicate skin on the tops of her feet was so fair that you could faintly see the veins beneath, adding a fragile beauty to them.

“Huh. They really are pretty,” Felyn muttered under his breath.

As she bent forward, the view of her chest was also clearly visible.

Though petite, Viloti was by no means flat.

A beautiful girl in her school uniform knelt at the entrance of his home, one hand modestly covering her chest while the other removed her shoes. Her pink hair cascaded past her knees, tracing her cold yet refined side profile.

Felyn found himself staring at the scene longer than he intended. It was like something straight out of a romance novel.

Surely next would be a sudden blackout or a thunderclap, and then the beautiful girl would let out a startled cry and leap into his arms.

If no one else were home, tonight would’ve taken a very ambiguous turn.

But Daiyi was home.

Which meant… tonight would be even more ambiguous.

Just as that thought crossed Felyn’s mind, a soft whisper reached his ear.

“My feet are pretty too. Don’t you want to look at mine?”

“D-Daiyi?! When did you come downstairs?!”

Felyn jumped as Daiyi suddenly appeared right beside him.

“While you were leering at Viloti.”

Tonight, Daiyi was wearing a gray robe that revealed the curve of her delicate calves.

Her black hair was tied with a dark blue ribbon and draped neatly over her shoulder.

Technically speaking, she and Viloti belonged to the same type—both showed little emotion on their faces.

But Viloti’s coldness came from social anxiety, a carefully maintained façade.

Daiyi, on the other hand, looked at the world like a divine being. Rational, detached, as if nothing in this world could ever truly interest her.

“I wasn’t leering! Where’d you get that idea?” Felyn protested.

“You always look at me that way. It feels like your eyes strip me bare every time.”

There it was—Felyn’s worst nightmare.

Daiyi’s divine expression, paired with absolutely unhinged remarks, delivered without batting an eye.

Viloti had just finished changing into indoor shoes when she noticed Daiyi and Felyn standing awfully close, whispering to each other. Her brow furrowed slightly.

“Viloti, we’ve met a few times before,” Daiyi said with a polite smile. “You look beautiful today.”

“Thank you.”

“You really suit Felyn.”

That one line turned Viloti’s cheeks bright red. Her lips parted as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she just lowered her head in embarrassment.

“Don’t say weird stuff like that,” Felyn said quickly, trying to change the subject. “Did you just wake up? Are you hungry? Want something to eat?”

“I’m not that hungry.”

Felyn’s attempt to change the topic failed completely.

Daiyi always knew what she wanted.

“You do suit each other,” she said again, calmly hammering on the weak spot between the two of them.

Viloti clenched her eyes shut, a quiet whimper slipping from her throat in sheer embarrassment.

If Felyn didn’t stop this soon, she was clearly going to get caught in Daiyi’s trap.

Daiyi really was terrifying. Felyn made a mental note to never introduce her to any of his other acquaintances ever again.

“Viloti, this is Daiyi. My distant relative. Right?” Felyn said, shooting her a warning glance.

“Not immediate family. Distant relative. Very distant,” Daiyi echoed at once.

…Was that really necessary?

Emphasizing it only made it more suspicious!

If you’re going to lie, at least don’t add misleading details!

Thankfully, Viloti was still stuck on that earlier comment about being a good match. She didn’t seem to notice the implications of what Daiyi said.

Even though she’d visited Felyn’s home once before, Viloti still felt shy.

In unfamiliar environments, her social anxiety always surfaced.

She tugged gently on the edge of Felyn’s shirt, sticking close behind him as they walked deeper into the house.

Her eyes didn’t wander around; she simply kept them locked on his back.

Wherever he went, she followed—just like in school, always glued to him.

“Want something to drink? How about some black tea?”

“…Okay.”

Only when Felyn disappeared into the kitchen did Viloti finally take her eyes off him.

She sneaked a glance at Daiyi, who sat quietly on the couch. Even without makeup or styling, Daiyi’s appearance left a deep impression.

Miss Daiyi was very beautiful.

Among all the girls around Felyn, she was the most unusual—distant from the mortal world, a girl you couldn’t help but associate with divinity.

If Felyn liked her… then maybe I don’t stand a chance.

A sense of crisis began to swell in Viloti’s heart.

She had just found out about Felyn and Adelina’s relationship that morning. Now, at night, she was seeing Felyn living with yet another beautiful girl.

She couldn’t help but feel insecure.

Can I really hold a place in Felyn’s heart?

I don’t smile much… I’m not good at flattering people. Could someone like me ever be his type?

“Here, have some tea,” Felyn said, returning from the kitchen with a tray.

He set the teacups on the table.

Daiyi’s cup was filled with plain black tea—her favorite.

But in Viloti’s cup, there was a single piece of fruit candy.

It was a cheap candy, the kind you could find on any street corner. But it was her favorite.

Back when she was still under contract with Felyn, he’d discovered this small preference of hers. Since then, he often kept a little stocked at home.

Tonight, it came in handy.

That one unnoticed little detail made Viloti, who had been so nervous a moment ago, blink rapidly.

Felyn glanced over and noticed her frozen in place.

Viloti quickly lowered her head, hiding her expression behind her bangs.

“What’s wrong, Viloti?”

“N-Nothing.”

She bowed her head to hide the smile that had involuntarily crept across her face.

After a short while chatting on the couch, Felyn started to feel like something was off.

Right—weren’t they here to see the cat?

They were supposed to visit Hermie, but they’d been here so long and no one had even mentioned it.

Cats have dignity too, right Hermie?

…Turns out, Hermie didn’t.

Felyn picked up the sleepy cat and brought it over to Viloti. The cat stretched, then nudged its head against her pant leg.

“Mm… that tickles.”

Viloti half-closed her eyes as her legs trembled lightly from the sensation.

She gripped her leg with one hand and gently pushed Hermie away with the other.

Her soft, pink fingernails gleamed against her pale skin, like candles adorning a birthday cake—making her feet all the more enchanting.

“Do you want to become Hermie?” Daiyi’s voice slid into Felyn’s ears again, shattering the moment.

“I’m not that much of a pervert,” he muttered.

“Why is kissing a beautiful girl’s feet considered perverted? It’s just a form of affection.”

“Who the hell kisses feet?! And how can you say that so seriously?!”

“Because I’ve imagined it a thousand times. But you’ve never done it for me.”

“If I did, wouldn’t you have Bernice beat me to death?”

Felyn sighed and shrugged.

To prevent Daiyi from escalating the situation any further, he went over and started petting Hermie.

Though… for some reason, Viloti’s feet kept slipping into his field of vision—always naturally, always conveniently close.

At this point, Hermie was no longer the focus.

This was a young girl’s subtle trick during a budding romance.

Poor Hermie had become nothing more than a prop.

From the very beginning, it was never about her. She was just part of the scene.

(End of Chapter)