Koakuma, who had been listening by the door for a while, stood up and walked away. Continuing to listen would only make her feel miserable. She also wondered how much longer it would take Patchouli to take things to the next level if this continued. But what she cared about most was when her punishnt would finally end.
“Koakuma, where is Kars?” While Koakuma was deep in thought, Flandre ran into the Great Library, looking for Kars.
“Kars? Ah! Please wait a mont, I’ll go call him! Lady Patchouli is teaching him a lesson.” Koakuma told Flandre to wait and then walked back to the room door. She gently knocked and said, “Lady Patchouli, the Second Mistress is looking for Kars.”
Koakuma prepared to leave after saying that, waiting for the people inside to co out. However, before anyone could erge, Flandre, seeing Koakuma knock, knew Kars was inside and walked straight over, intending to open the door. Without giving Koakuma a chance to react, Flandre opened the door and saw Patchouli, whose face was flushed and who was breathing slightly heavily, and Kars, who was sitting nervously next to her, looking like he had been caught doing sothing wrong. Flandre looked at them with a puzzled expression.
“Kars, what are you and Patchouli doing in the room?” Flandre looked at the two of them. They didn't look like they were studying. Their posture suggested they had been doing sothing just before, and Flandre’s gaze fell on Patchouli’s chest, where the fabric was slightly raised and a little damp.
“N-nothing.” Kars answered imdiately, but his nervous tone made even Flandre realize Kars was hiding sothing.
“Kars, lying is not allowed, you know! That’s not what good boys do.” Flandre walked up to Kars, frowning slightly.
“I was just having Kars help with a massage, Flandre. You don’t need to worry about it.” Patchouli explained calmly. “It’s just that Kars didn't do a very good job the first ti he helped, so he’s embarrassed to talk about it.”
“Oh, I see.” Flandre didn't doubt Patchouli’s words and imdiately believed her. She then began to comfort Kars.
“It’s okay! It’s just your first ti and you didn’t do it well. That’s nothing. When Sister was teaching Flandre so things, my first attempts were always bad too.” Seeing Flandre’s attention diverted, Patchouli breathed a small sigh of relief. If she hadn't reacted quickly, Flandre might have seen sothing more. She then silently glanced at Koakuma for not stopping Flandre in ti. Koakuma responded with a gesture indicating it truly wasn't her fault; she really didn't want any more punishnt.
“Well then, let’s go play quickly.” Flandre said, pulling Kars away. This result was frustrating for Patchouli, but she couldn't stop them.
“Hmm, Kars slls entirely of Patchouli now.” As Flandre hugged Kars, she sniffed his scent and detected Patchouli’s lingering perfu. This made her a little unhappy, not because she disliked Patchouli, but because she preferred Kars’s natural scent.
“But why is the sll in your mouth too?” Flandre brought her nose close to Kars’s mouth, sniffing the sa scent, which confused her a little. Kars didn’t know how to answer this question.
“Kars, why aren't you saying anything? Did you play the sa ga with Patchouli that you play with Flandre?” Flandre assud Kars and Patchouli had played the kissing ga. This thought made Flandre unhappy. Because of her sister, she hadn’t played that ga recently, and now Kars was playing it with Patchouli instead. Flandre suddenly understood why things in the room felt strange—they were hiding inside to play a ga!
“Kars is so an! He didn’t think to play with Flandre! Instead, he went and played with soone else!” She was definitely angry. Kars had played the ga, but not with her, which made Flandre very upset.
“I… just now…” Kars wanted to defend himself, but he didn't know how to tell Flandre what he had been doing with Patchouli. He beca stuck.
“See! You’re not saying anything yourself!” Flandre took Kars’s silence as an admission. However, she didn't press the issue further. She thought the reason Kars played the ga with Patchouli was due to her sister; since her sister forbade them from playing the ga, Kars must have obediently gone to play with Patchouli instead.
“It’s alright, Flandre isn’t really mad at Kars. After all, Kars is only doing what Sister told him.” Flandre stroked Kars’s head to comfort him, while Kars was confused about what she ant.
“Anyway, Sister won’t be watching us all the ti. If Kars wants to play next ti, we can just hide and do it secretly.” Flandre believed that hiding in a place like the Great Library would make it hard for them to be found. Flandre wrapped her arms around Kars's neck and kissed his lips. She was now very familiar with this, and it was no longer just a simple peck.
“Where did you two run off to?” When the two finally erged, Remilia, seeing Flandre and Kars holding hands, asked them. She wanted to make sure Flandre and Kars weren't playing the kissing ga anymore, so if she didn't see them for too long, she would have to go look for them.
“We just ca from Patchouli’s place.” Flandre replied. This wasn't a lie; she and Kars had indeed just co from the Great Library, but only after they were finished playing.
“From Patchouli’s place, you say.” Remilia nodded slightly. She assud Flandre had gone to find Kars while he was studying there and that they had just left together when he finished. She felt there was no need to worry. Flandre smiled, seeing Remilia's lack of suspicion. She was a little happy that she had successfully kept a secret from her sister.
However, Remilia looked at Flandre’s smile and felt that sothing wasn't quite right, though she couldn't pinpoint it. She decided she would just have to pay closer attention from now on.
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