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Chapter 2: A Night at the Roy House

Alice lay back on her bed, hugging her little dog plushie and sighing heavily.

A glance from her master, a casual word of praise, felt like a rare bit of sweetness; she was already content.

But lately, Alice found herself increasingly addicted, yearning for more, feeling a bit greedy.

Turns out, her master could show that kind of look.

Imagining being watched by her master like that—

No, as a maid, that’s definitely crossing the line.

Besides, as a maid, she should be satisfied with what she has already received…

So, she decided to stop overthinking it.

Alice closed her eyes, forcing herself to sleep to avoid hearing the distracting noises.

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Roy, who returned to his room, didn’t sleep but quietly counted down.

Five, four, three, two, one.

The door creaked open gently, and a crimson silhouette slipped in like a flickering flame.

It was none other than Charlotte, dressed in a pink nightgown.

Alice’s cooking was delicious, but for the girls, that was just an appetizer; now it was time for the main course.

Every weekend, Charlotte and the others would use the excuse of staying over just to enjoy some intimate moments with the young knight.

Of course, doing this in front of others would only heighten tensions, not to mention it would embarrass Alice.

So, the girls conspired to come to Roy for secret rendezvous after Alice fell asleep.

Following the order of their acquaintance with Roy, Charlotte successfully snagged the first slot.

“Good evening, sorry for the interruption.”

Charlotte padded in on her slippers, nervously playing with her hair as she sat beside Roy, completely devoid of her usual proud demeanor, instead looking like a shy little kitten.

Beneath her nightgown, her pink-kissed knees that had just bathed twisted shyly, much like strawberries glistening in the morning dew.

Roy teased, “It’s not your first time here, is all this nicety really necessary?”

With that, he took her hand in his.

“Hmph, it’s like you think I’m just dying to throw myself at you,” the young girl huffed, but her little hand only shyly twisted before settling comfortably in Roy’s grasp.

In the dim light of night, her long eyelashes were accentuated by light red eyeshadow, and her delicate lips looked even more enticing than during the day.

Thanks to the effects of sleeplessness, even in the dark of night, Roy could see all of the girl’s charms.

Roy found it curious: “You’ve showered, but you still put on makeup…”

Halfway through his sentence, the perceptive boy closed his mouth, a smile forming.

“Uh, I just bought a new lipstick and thought I’d try it out a bit!”

Charlotte quickly explained, then lifted her head to ask anxiously, “What do you think?”

“Well…” Roy pretended to ponder, and just when the girl was focused on his answer, he suddenly reached out and tossed her beautiful red hair playfully.

“If I don’t try it, how would I know?”

Charlotte jumped like someone stepped on her tail, panic making her body shiver: “Huh? W-wait, how do you plan on trying it…”

Roy deliberately grinned, “What do you think, Charlotte?”

“You…” Realizing he was teasing her, the princess clenched her teeth in anger.

“Fine, if you’re going to try, then I’ll try too!”

Since her mouth was already in the game, she’d fight back.

Charlotte, not one to hold back, advanced boldly, sealing the lips that had always frustrated her with a kiss, forcefully pushing Roy onto the bed.

Like a little lioness ready to pounce.

The boy was caught off guard.

But quickly, he regained the upper hand, his hands wandering under her nightgown, stirring up mischief.

Before long, the little lioness would yield, collapsing into a soft little kitten on him, panting heavily.

“I think that lipstick is pretty good, sweet even,” Roy remarked seriously.

“Who asked for your opinion?!” The girl, laying on his chest with tears in her eyes, lightly scratched him twice.

“However, the color suits you, it’s really pretty. You should wear it to the next party.”

Only then did Charlotte blush and show a satisfied expression, scolding him, “I don’t want to! It’s special preparation just for you!”

Roy couldn’t help but lean in to give the lovely princess a kiss, earning him a teasing scolding from her.

“Sorry for messing up your gorgeous look!”

“It’s fine, anyway, I have to sleep soon. Besides, I did this makeup just for you…”

Before leaving, the cheerful Charlotte surprisingly opened up a little.

It was that kind of frankness that made Roy want to hold her all night long.

Unfortunately, there was still another visitor to come.

Once the content princess, with her messy hair, leisurely left, not long after, a green silhouette slipped in like the wind, silent and swift.

But from here on out, it was no longer pure joy, but a mix of pain and pleasure.

Nia wasted no time to stab right in, “Tsk, look at you all happy; what kind of reward did the princess give you this time?”

“Nothing, really…”

“Let’s clean your mouth before we talk,” the elven girl sighed in her usual tone, stepping forward to wipe away the traces left by the royal.

Just as Roy was half-lying on the bed, she naturally nestled into his arms, stretching like a cozy pillow, quite at ease.

Compared to Charlotte, Nia was much more reckless.

As the weather turned cooler, Nia also dressed a bit warmer, no longer running around in just her bra like during the summer.

She had jacked from Roy an oversized white shirt, but it was left unbuttoned enough to raise suspicions about her intentions.

Gazing at the elven girl comfortably resting in his arms, Roy complained, “You really hold nothing back, do you?”

She raised her head, quite naturally replying, “Why should I hold back with you? I’m all yours.”

“Oh no, you’re blushing, you’re blushing.”

Catching the boy’s fluster, Nia giggled, her long ears flickering slightly.

But Roy didn’t let her bask in glory for too long.

“Just so you know, Miss Janthea said if you don’t pass your finals, I’m supposed to ignore you.”

“Eh?!”

“How did your last test go?”

“Well… it went alright, I maintained my usual level, should be normal performance!” Nia answered with some sheepishness.

Your “normal performance” hardly means passing?!

Speechless, Roy squeezed her chubby cheeks, causing her to cry out in protest.

“Isn’t this a bit much? When your girlfriend is feeling down, shouldn’t you comfort her gently instead of being rough?!” The elven girl squirmed in his embrace.

“This is tough love; caring about your grades is for your own good,” Roy invoked his age-old wisdom.

But Nia wasn’t having it: “I don’t care! You dote on Charlotte so much, but with me…!”

In the quiet of the night, causing a commotion wouldn’t help.

Anticipating the girl’s usual antics, Roy swiftly leaned in to cover her noisy little mouth.

With her plump legs encased in white thigh-highs straightening out, even her dainty toes curled up tightly.

After a playful tussle, those shining lips finally quieted down, replaced by a chorus of sweet, melodious whispers like nightingales.

 

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