Volu 4 Chapter 13 ~ Astrid Drank Fake Wine
Was it really necessary to go into the room just to keep her company?
I didn’t understand. After all, this body of mine was biologically male. Entering a girl’s boudoir was ultimately inappropriate. At the very least, whether in my past life or this one, I had never casually invited a mber of the opposite sex into my own room.
Was she still hung up on those feelings she had for Dylin?
I followed behind Astrid, letting her pull into her room.
Perhaps because the body was different now, stepping into Astrid’s room with this form brought a strange and novel sensation.
The faint lavender fragrance that filled the air was refreshing and calming, and at the sa ti, stirred a slight restlessness in my chest. Feeling the warm and soft touch transmitted from my hand, I realized that this elf girl was holding my palm. My cheeks couldn’t help but flush a little.
What was wrong with ?
I found my reaction a bit unreasonable. I was soone from the previous generation—how could I still act like a love-struck youth, blushing upon entering a girl’s room?
I shook my head. It felt like even my thoughts had changed after switching bodies.
Regaining my mories brought many benefits, but it also brought many new concerns. I had considered how to explain the matter regarding Dylin to Astrid.
After regaining my awareness, I could naturally tell that Astrid harbored romantic feelings toward Dylin.
Being liked by a human wasn’t a big deal—perhaps it was just a fleeting crush. But if an elf fell in love, it would be troubleso.
Due to their nature, elves had no concept of “first love.” For those who were always aloof, falling for soone ant a lifeti. Once devoted, they would remain loyal until the end of ti.
If an elf fell in love with soone, even if that person gave no response, the elf would still remain faithful for life—never marrying, never taking another.
That was the most troubleso part. If Astrid truly fell in love with Dylin—a person who no longer existed—wouldn’t that an ruining her entire life?
As her elder, I felt it necessary to help this junior of mine get back onto the path of a normal life and break free from this love that was dood to go nowhere.
I had considered telling Astrid the truth directly, but I worried she wouldn’t be able to handle it.
After all, telling her that the one she loved never existed wasn’t much different from telling her that the one she loved had forever left this world.
I feared that Astrid wouldn’t be able to accept this truth, which was why I had deliberately hidden it until today.
Yet even now, I hadn’t co up with a perfect solution and could only put it off for the ti being.
Astrid’s room was the sa as usual: tidy, clean, and filled with a faint fragrance—her own unique scent, cold like a rose and calming like lavender.
But compared to the ti I entered as Teresa, it was an entirely different scene now.
I stood a bit awkwardly in the center of the room. The chair that used to be in Astrid’s room was gone, and I didn’t know where I was supposed to sit.
I definitely couldn’t sit on the bed—girls were usually a bit particular about cleanliness. At least I was, and besides…
Seeing what was piled on the bed, I felt I had co in at the worst possible ti.
Two black over-the-knee stockings were casually draped over the bed’s edge, their ends hanging along the side. Not only that, but there were also several conspicuously white undergarnts lying on the bed.
The mont I stepped in and saw this, I turned away.
“Maybe I should co back later?”
“No need.” Astrid didn’t seem to mind. After I turned my back, she simply tidied up the ssy bed.
For so reason, I felt sothing off about Astrid. She was different from usual.
“Just sit on the bed.”
“I’m going to take a shower.”
“??”
After saying that, Astrid entered the bathroom. A rustling sound of clothing being removed followed, and then ca the splash of running water, like a clear spring over silver bells.
“???” I was left standing there, utterly baffled.
Didn’t she say she had sothing to tell ? Why did she suddenly say she was going to take a shower—and wasn’t she aware there was a guy in her room??
Staying in a room filled with Astrid’s elegant scent, I found myself stuck. I couldn’t leave, but I couldn’t stay either.
I shuffled toward the bed and carefully sat on the edge.
The undergarnts had been put away, but those two stockings were still hanging there. They seed to retain Astrid’s body warmth, as if they had just been taken off.
I averted my gaze, my thoughts wandering. The sound of water droplets falling from the bathroom made feel strangely antsy, and just being in the room beca a form of tornt.
“Splash!” The water stopped. Then ca the sound of the door opening.
The silver-haired girl with damp hair cascading over her fragrant shoulders stepped out wearing transparent bath slippers. Her smooth white thighs still glistened with droplets, and the milky fruits of her chest sparkled as if dewdrops had clung to ripe harvests after a rain.
“Ahem, maybe I should head back and wait until you’re dressed?” I glanced at her, then quickly looked away, getting up to leave. But a soft little hand tugged on the hem of my clothes. That dainty hand, though tender, had astonishing strength and yanked back onto the bed.
“Astrid?” Her sudden assertiveness puzzled . Then, before my eyes, Astrid, wrapped in only a towel, walked over and locked the door behind her.
“???” An ominous feeling crept over . From the start, Astrid’s behavior had been strange. She said she just wanted company, but now she even locked the door?
If it were just to talk, did she really need to lock the door? Was there sothing that had to be said behind closed doors?
After confirming the door was locked, Astrid turned back around.
Now I was certain—sothing was definitely wrong with her. The most obvious sign was her usually cold and reserved eyes, now brimming with desire, glistening with such allure they seed about to drip.
No, Astrid had never shown such an expression before. What was going on?
“Astrid? Are you… alright?” I asked hesitantly. “Why did you lock the door?”
“Of course it’s because…” Astrid lowered her gaze, making it hard for to read her expression.
She strutted like a cat, step by step, until she stood before as I sat stiffly on the edge of the bed. Placing her hands on my shoulders, she suddenly lifted her face—those eyes now filled with lust, the pupils seemingly transford into little hearts.
Her violet eyes turned into symbols of desire. Pressing on my shoulders, she pushed down onto the bed. Her cascading silver hair fell like a waterfall over my cheeks and neck, its softness like fine silk.
“Astrid? You…” I was stunned. I instinctively tried to break free, but I was no match for her strength. Astrid gripped like she was holding a baby chick. Just holding my shoulders rendered my arms immobile.
“So cruel.” Astrid bent her knees and knelt on the bed, her dreamlike face re inches from mine. “Teasing , then disappearing like that—don’t you think you’re being an~?”
Her usual cold and noble deanor had vanished. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes shimred like rippling spring water.
“I… can you please get up? Let’s talk properly.” Realizing sothing was wrong, I tried to hold on to my fading rationality.
“Nope.” Astrid breathed into my ear with a sultry voice that could lt bones.
“Are you surprised by how I am right now?~”
“It’s beyond surprising.” I gave her a strange look.
It was indeed Astrid—but it also didn’t feel like Astrid.
“Don’t bla —it’s all your fault.”
“? My fault?”
“Co on, you’ve been deliberately seducing all this ti, haven’t you~? Acting like nothing’s going on while secretly enjoying the way I look right now. That’s just too cruel, seriously terrible…”
Pinned beneath her, I could clearly see the shimring starlight in her eyes, and the overflowing feelings that almost took solid form.
“?? When did I ever seduce you?…” I was completely lost. Whether before or after regaining my mories, I had never done such a thing.
Before regaining them, I wouldn’t have dared. After regaining them, I saw Astrid as a junior—how could I possibly develop those feelings for her??
“Still pretending? That calm look of yours really makes mad.”
“You let suffer alone, agonizing in silence, while you act like nothing’s wrong. Tell —are you just waiting for to lose all restraint, beg pathetically at your feet, and offer myself up to you??”
“What are you even saying?” My brain short-circuited under the weight of her words.
What the hell was all this?
“You want to be like a lowly slave girl, begging my master for scraps—to achieve your goals while pretending to remain pure and above it all, isn’t that it??”
“Calm down. I think we can talk this through…”
“There you go again—pretending you don’t understand what I want, playing the innocent. Co on, there’s no one else here. Who are you putting on this act for?” Astrid pouted like a child throwing a tantrum—adorably stubborn.
“You’re not Astrid. Who are you?” My gaze sharpened.
But I hadn’t sensed anything impure possessing her. It was just that Astrid’s behavior was too bizarre—it made suspicious.
“I’m not Astrid? Then who are you?” Astrid giggled. Even in this state, her laughter sounded as lovely as a nightingale’s song.
“This is all part of your plan, right? Well, congratulations—it worked! Let’s begin!”
“Begin what?” Before I could ask further, Astrid showed with her actions.
Ten snowy fingers, lively like mischievous spirits, teasingly undid my collar in just a few moves.
“Ah? Still pretending to be reluctant? That’s fine—I can be the proactive one.” Astrid wore a seductive expression that had never before appeared on her face.
She didn’t look like the pure Moon Elf Princess now—more like a succubus from the Demon Race.
Those ten fingers moved with startling speed. After untying my sash, she began to undress herself.
Of course, since she only had a towel on, all she had to do was toss it off and be done with it.
“W-Wait a minute!” I was completely shocked. “What are you doing? Stop—don’t touch !”
“Mhm~” Astrid let out a sultry sigh, then looked at with a flirtatious gaze. “Oh, I get it—you’re saving the main course for last, right? Got it~ Let’s do foreplay then?”
“Foreplay??”
Then I saw Astrid start tugging at my pants…
“Dylin, do you like hands or feet~” Her teasing tone was thick with seduction, her movents impatient.
“…Where did you even learn to talk like this?”
“Huh? Who? Wasn’t it you?” Astrid tilted her head and poked my cheek. “You’ve been teasing all this ti, acting like nothing’s happening. That’s too much. You knew I couldn’t hold back anymore, didn’t you?”
“I don’t want to use table corners or chair legs anymore~”
“You little—” A large hashtag symbol popped up over my head. The embarrassnt on my face vanished, replaced by a cold, forced smile.
“Who the hell taught you this stuff!?” Golden threads of light wove together, butterflies of gold fluttering out.
Astrid covered her eyes. Looking down at her hands, she was dumbfounded.
“Huh? Dylin?”
“Where did my big Dylin go?”
“Well, whatever.” Unable to make sense of it, Astrid gave up thinking.
Because, on the body of this golden-haired elf girl beneath her, she sensed the exact sa scent—one that made her instinctively want to “devour” it.
Perhaps not even elves themselves realized—they remained loyal to the soul, not the body.
Right now, Astrid had lost all rationality and thought. She was purely driven by emotional impulse. Her intelligence had diminished, but her sensitivity to souls had greatly increased.
“Doesn’t matter. Even if you beca a girl, that’s fine too.” A blush spread across Astrid’s cheeks—pure excitent.
“Then I’ll make you feel good first~ But you have to return the favor later, okay?” With that, she continued lifting Teresa’s skirt, even humming a little tune.
However, she overlooked one thing.
The woman beneath her—she might not be able to beat her.
In fact, she might not even be able to take a single punch.
“Boom! Boom!”
“Uughh!”
After hearing Astrid’s words and watching her actions…
Teresa said nothing. With a smile, she drove her fist into Astrid’s abdon. The latter froze for a mont, clearly not expecting retaliation. In the next instant, her eyes rolled back and she collapsed with a splat onto Teresa’s chestplate, losing consciousness.
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