Maggie's words left Ogre a bit at a loss.
He always felt sothing was off—why did it seem like Maggie was looking at him with a certain gleam in her eyes?
This wasn't right.
"I'm a kid, but not a girl..."
Ogre took two steps back, and as he retreated, Maggie advanced, soon pinning him against the wall.
"Don't be shy, little beauty."
Maggie leaned against the wall with one hand, smiling at the 'cornered' Ogre.
"I..." Ogre couldn't understand why, even when disguised as a girl, another girl would be interested in him.
He was contemplating one thing—should he resist?
How could he knock Maggie out with one move?
"Damn... I'm good at killing, but knocking soone out is a bit tricky..."
"Haha, alright, Geling, I'm just teasing you. Go change your clothes." Maggie laughed, looking at the 'shy' girl beneath her.
Then she released her hand from the wall and ruffled Ogre's hair: "So envious, even your hair is so nice..."
"Change clothes..."
Ogre glanced at the thicker pajamas and then at Maggie, who was full of anticipation...
Why was changing clothes such a big deal?
Ogre had no problem changing clothes...
But with Maggie standing there watching, it was a big problem; one wrong move and he'd be exposed.
Moreover, being stared at made Ogre feel uneasy.
"Still shy, huh."
Seeing Ogre unmoved, Maggie chuckled softly and began to unbutton her own pajamas.
Maggie was used to not wearing pajamas to bed.
As a knight, she wasn't very afraid of the cold; she only wore pajamas before because she was embarrassed to walk around the attic without any clothes.
'Huh? Why is she taking off her clothes?'
Ogre's eyes widened, and he turned around.
It wasn't that Ogre was shy—after all, he'd seen more revealing things in the Goblin lair.
But Maggie's actions left him unsure of how to handle the situation.
'Got it.'
Taking advantage of the mont Maggie was undressing, Ogre grabbed the pajamas beside him, opened the door, and walked out.
She ca in, he went out, problem solved.
Maggie: "Huh?"
She reached out but was too embarrassed to follow him directly.
"Am I that scary?" Maggie muttered to herself as she took off her pajama pants.
"Whatever, it's not like she can escape."
Maggie naturally sat on Ogre's bed, lifting her bare feet.
"What a shy child."
Maggie licked her lips and then put her hand down: "Forget it, I shouldn't play around like this; I can't lead Geling astray."
...
"Phew..."
At this mont, Ogre, holding the pajamas, descended the attic stairs, breathing a sigh of relief.
Maggie's antics had left him feeling off.
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Most importantly, he always had a feeling...
Of being watched?
'Hopefully, it's just an illusion,' Ogre thought as he pushed open the changing room door on the first floor.
Then he took off the female clothing he was wearing.
Dress, top, waist cincher, ribbons, hairband... and stockings similar to tights.
It's worth ntioning.
Although Ogre stated he didn't have anything like a chest, Mima still prepared a bra for him and insisted he wear it—for future developnt, she said.
"Ladies' clothing is really inconvenient..." Ogre muttered softly, tugging at the only remaining piece of underwear on him.
Then he looked at the pajamas beside him.
Won's pajamas weren't much different from dresses.
Fortunately, with winter approaching, the pajamas were thick, which gave Ogre so comfort.
Better than the extrely thin pajamas of sumr.
After tying the waist cord to secure it, Ogre slipped on his slippers and picked up the clothes he had just changed out of.
'What to do next...' Ogre was now quite troubled.
He didn't understand why Eve was also staying here, occupying a room... forcing him to face Maggie.
He couldn't imagine what that lively girl would do to him overnight.
She dared to pinch him during the day, so who knows what she'd do at night.
But not going back... didn't seem like an option either.
That would definitely raise suspicion.
It was supposed to be his room... how did it end up like this?
'Oh well... I'll just have to adapt to the situation.' Ogre thought and thought but couldn't co up with a solution.
In the end, he had no choice but to go back upstairs—this was a critical ti, and he couldn't afford to raise any suspicion...
Otherwise, things would get complicated with Fra, and all his plans would be ruined.
'Hopefully, Maggie can act normal.' Ogre thought as he carried his changed clothes and stepped onto the stairs in his slippers.
Soon, he reached the third floor.
Ogre carefully reached out and tried to push the door open.
'Good, Maggie didn't lock the door.'
After opening the door, Ogre didn't see Maggie—he only saw the bulging covers.
It looked like she was already in bed?
Ogre quietly walked into the room, only to be t with a soft embrace.
"Gotcha."
Maggie, now only in her thin undergarnts, picked up the girl who was shorter than her.
"Hehe, little princess, you can't escape now, co keep company." Maggie teased, whispering playfully in Ogre's ear.
Who knows where she learned that from.
After her playful words, Maggie shifted her hold to a princess carry.
And just like that, Ogre was lifted into a princess carry...
"Ugh..."
Ogre wanted to struggle, but he was worried his resistance might hurt the girl holding him, Maggie.
So, in the end, he obediently 'complied.'
'It's just being held... it's nothing.' Ogre comforted himself.
He felt a strange, indescribable sensation in this position...
"You're heavier than I thought, seems like you're eating well..."
Holding the slightly 'stiff' girl in her arms, Maggie wore a triumphant smile.
Ogre's body seed a bit firr than she had imagined.
But after taking a sniff, it seed like there was a pleasant scent... could it be true that so girls naturally have a fragrance, the legendary body scent?
Maggie had always thought that body scent was just noblewon boasting after marinating themselves in perfu.
After all, she never slled anything like that on herself.
'When will she put down... this feels so embarrassing.'
Ogre felt he had never been so 'humiliated'...
If Foucault or Lange found out, they'd laugh him to death...
Oh, they don't know what he looks like.
Then it's fine.
'I wonder who such a pretty girl will end up with... it's all my brother's fault for not being able to win her over with such good conditions...'
Maggie carried Ogre to the bed, lifted his slippers off, revealing Ogre's two delicate, pretty little feet.
"Geling, your feet are so beautiful... too bad I'm not a man, otherwise I'd marry you." Maggie teased with a light laugh.
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