Volu 4, Chapter 22 – Isn't This Just a Silver Paw??
Teresa felt as if she had experienced an absurdly long dream. A night of entanglent, like a flood bursting through a dam, left her once-clear and composed mind in chaos—an uncontrollable torrent of thoughts.
She was trapped in a muddy night, filled with indistinct romance. Lying amidst clouds, she listened to the ever-flowing silver stream by her ears. A cool jade body in her arms, like a bright moon suspended on a dark curtain—hazy, cold, yet always distant and untouchable.
She felt as if every bone in her body had been pulled out, her whole being limp and soft like rubber. Any slight movent brought tingling numbness, as if she’d spent the entire night toiling the fields.
Surrounded by softness, every strand of her hair felt purified, every inch of her skin wrapped in warm clouds.
She subconsciously tried to recall her mories, but each attempt ended in failure. It was as if a thick cloud covered her head—every ti her consciousness neared clarity, the fog would obscure it again, throwing her back into confusion.
She didn't know how long that floating state lasted. In Teresa’s perception, it passed in a flash. She opened her sleepy eyes, and the blurry world slowly ca into focus.
The first thing the completely wasted Teresa felt upon waking was pain—a splitting headache.
The pain didn’t last long. Once it faded, the mories from the previous night began to return.
Her head hurt so much. What had she done?......
Fragnted pieces of mory flooded in, allowing her to recall so broken flashes.
Did she drink last night?
And drank quite a lot, it seed. How much exactly—she’d forgotten.
Her last mory was raising her wine glass and drinking with the others at the table. The rest was blank.
She must have blacked out. Otherwise, how else could she not rember anything?
More importantly, where was she now? Had soone carried her back to the dorm after she passed out?
With the white crystal lamp as light, Teresa surveyed her surroundings—wall murals of forests, alchemical potions releasing white mist... all unfamiliar. Clearly, she hadn’t returned to her dorm last night but had instead spent the night sowhere else—in the Witch’s Forest.
What exactly had happened after she got drunk?
Though now awake, Teresa still felt limp and weak. She lay on the bed without wanting to move.
The side effects of a hangover didn’t show as obviously on Elves, but there were still so.
“Ugh…” She looked up at the ceiling, and lowering her gaze slightly, she saw two large, snow-white fruits.
In so sense, being too big wasn't good either—they blocked her view.
Rubbing her pointed ears, Teresa noticed sothing pressing on her. She wanted to turn over, when suddenly she rembered—wasn’t today a school day? No break!
“Oh no.” What ti is it now??
She tried to get up, but sothing soft and silky pinned her leg down, making it impossible.
What was this? Was there a life-sized body pillow on this bed?
She turned her head—silver satin draped across her thigh. A silver-haired girl lay peacefully, her head resting quietly on Teresa’s lap, sleeping with serene beauty.
Mm. If not for the fact that the girl wore only underwear, and her own hand was currently stuck in so unspeakable place on the girl’s body, everything would seem totally normal.
No—this was definitely not normal?!
Why was Astrid sleeping with her…? The sll of alcohol was strong.
Did this girl also drink last night?
Drinking wasn’t the issue—but this much? She still reeked of alcohol the next morning. Just how much did she have last night??
Teresa was baffled. Astrid wasn’t a drinker. She didn’t particularly like alcohol. So who had been encouraging her all night??
Also—how did they end up sleeping together?
As she puzzled over it, she didn’t yet realize Astrid wasn’t the only one sharing the bed with her.
A movent brushed against her forearm—she turned and t a pair of amber eyes looking right at her.
“Yo, you’re awake too?”
It was rare to see Felicia with her twin-tails undone, her long hair down. She yawned deeply and gave Teresa a mischievous smile.
“...Felicia?”
“What, surprised to see ?” Felicia chuckled. “Don’t worry about school—we’re already late. I asked Wenfu to help excuse all three of us.”
“We’ve already skipped class, so why not just sleep till evening?” she added, narrowing her eyes like a sly cat.
“Are you just giving up on everything now?” Teresa raised her brows slightly.
“What else can I do? Besides, it doesn’t sound convincing coming from soone who used my belly as a pillow all night.” Felicia rested her cheek on her hand, wiggling a finger at her. Her eyes sparkled with seductive cunning, like a fox that could steal hearts at any mont.
Only now did Teresa realize that the pillow beneath her head was oddly soft.
Warm and elastic, like fine mutton-fat jade.
“Geez, thanks to you and Astrid sleeping like logs, I didn’t get any rest.” Felicia yawned again, poking at the pillow beneath her with mild frustration.
Teresa blinked and finally saw the strange and balanced posture the three of them were in on the bed.
A triangle.
Astrid was using her lap as a pillow, Teresa was using Felicia’s belly as a pillow, and Felicia was hugging Teresa from behind like a body pillow.
“All right, you’re awake now, so don’t move. After being a human pillow all night, I didn’t get any sleep. Let use your leg for a bit—fair’s fair.” With that, Felicia lazily rolled over to Teresa’s other leg like a wheel and lay down on her side, pulling up the blanket.
“Good night, Classmate Teresa.”
“...What even is this situation?” Teresa rubbed her forehead. “Last night…”
“Last night? You don’t rember?” Felicia chuckled. “How outrageous.”
“In short, the three of us got totally smashed. Yimi and Wenfu weren’t strong enough to carry us, so they just dumped us on the big bed in the Witch’s Forest and let us wake up on our own.”
“Astrid too?” Teresa still didn’t understand. Neither of them were heavy drinkers, and her own mory was fragnted. She couldn’t recall much. But how did Astrid end up that drunk?
“You’ve got the nerve to ask about her, you know? Last night, you were really sothing... eh, never mind. I’m tired—gonna sleep.”
Felicia’s voice suddenly turned soft and coquettish, with an odd sweetness that made Teresa suspect she was imagining things.
“If Astrid rembers what happened when she wakes up, just ask her directly.”
“...This feels a bit improper.”
Though sleeping in the sa bed wasn’t a big deal between girls... still...
Teresa hesitated. She looked again at their current sleeping posture.
It should be no big deal. Just three girls. But sohow, it felt improper.
Maybe her thoughts were too old-fashioned.
“‘Improper~?’” Felicia found this amusing. Her eyes shimred like water, lips curled teasingly. “Isn’t that a bit much?”
“After everything we did last night, you’re still worrying about what’s proper? Isn't it a bit late for that?” Felicia winked at her and gave her a look that said “you figure it out”, then couldn’t hold on any longer and dozed off on Teresa’s leg.
Mm. As expected from a forest Elf who moved often—her muscles weren’t too loose nor too tight, and her silky skin was the perfect touch.
The perfect pillow.
Felicia fell asleep. Teresa, however, kept wondering—what did she an by “everything”?
What else could girls do?
All three of them had taken off their outer clothes, though they still had their underwear.
Only now, in this quiet midday, did Teresa realize that Astrid had a surprisingly bold fashion taste.
Lace-trimd black silk thigh-highs.
So Astrid liked that kind of style?
It created a powerful contrast with her pure Elf deanor.
Compared to that, Felicia’s outfit was downright modest—a simple sports bra and black over-knee school socks.
As for Teresa herself, she wore nothing noteworthy: standard Elven silk underwear with white stockings.
“Ah-reh.” Slightly exasperated that both her legs were being used as pillows, Teresa, unable to move, eventually ca to a decision.
Since the others were sleeping, she might as well join them.
Suddenly, a movent on her thigh.
Teresa paused, then curled her lips into a sly grin.
She reached out with her delicate fingers and lightly poked the sole of Astrid’s foot, clad in see-through black lace stockings.
“...Mmh!” Astrid quickly pulled back her leg. Though her eyes remained shut, her ears flushed visibly red.
Still pretending? Did she really think Teresa hadn’t noticed?
Next, Teresa traced a gentle arc across the arch of Astrid’s foot.
Astrid couldn’t take it anymore. She twitched again, squinting her eyes open a crack to peek at Teresa—who was now leaning slightly, her golden hair cascading down her ear, gazing at her playfully.
Knowing she’d been caught pretending, Astrid opened her eyes awkwardly.
“Good afternoon, Classmate Astrid. Are you awake now?”
“Mm…” Astrid looked away, blushing deeply.
Her Highness was still so mischievous—always teasing her.
Recalling the feeling of Teresa’s soft fingers tracing her sole, her cheeks reddened even further.
Truthfully, she’d only just woken up. She glanced at Felicia sleeping on Teresa’s right, also resting on her lap, then looked down at their current state of undress.
Her ears turned even redder.
This… wasn’t this the legendary silver paw position??
Astrid covered her face. Especially after recalling the events of last night, she didn’t dare et Teresa’s gaze.
Last night felt like a dream. In the dream, the sultry Teresa had kissed her—had transferred the wine from her own mouth to Astrid’s...
After that, she too had gotten completely drunk, acted on impulse, and pinned Teresa down.
She didn’t even like the taste of alcohol. She thought the mory of being forced to drink by Teresa would haunt her—but waking up and rembering everything, she didn’t feel regret or discomfort.
Instead… a sense of wanting more??
Especially rembering the mont Teresa leaned over her, with drunken charm in her eyes—her heart still raced.
If there had been more of a height difference, would it have felt even more thrilling?
Like… if Her Highness Teresa had stepped on her, tilted her head back, taken a swig, and then let the wine trickle from her mouth into hers…
What was she thinking?!
Astrid’s face turned bright red. She knew fantasizing about Teresa like this was wrong—and indecent—but she couldn’t stop her brain from going wild.
Her mind, linked to thousands of forbidden books, kept supplying her with more and more inappropriate ideas, and she was enjoying it far too much.
“Astrid, you—?” Seeing her flustered and avoiding her eyes, Teresa paused, rembering what Felicia had said earlier.
“Do you rember what happened last night?”
“?!” Hearing Teresa ask that directly, Astrid imdiately sat up straight and replied, “No—I don’t rember.”
Then shot her a slightly accusing glare.
Her Highness was so bad…
Actually trying to get her to recount last night’s events. Too an…
Too an. Ti to glare at her.
After spending so much ti with Teresa, Astrid instinctively felt she was just trying to tease her again.
She wasn’t falling for it this ti.
“Is that so?” Teresa found Astrid’s reaction odd, but since she said she didn’t rember, she must not rember.
So then… What happened last night?
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