Maqi's words left Ogre somewhat flustered.
He kept feeling something was off—why did Maqi's gaze at him seem a little… lecherous?
This couldn't be right.
‘I'm a child, but not a girl...’
Ogre retreated two steps. As he moved back, Maqi advanced, and soon he was backed against the wall. The memories left by his father had taught Ogre many things, but nothing about this.
“Don't be shy, little beauty.”
Maqi propped one hand on the wall and grinned at Ogre, who now had nowhere to go.
“I...” Ogre couldn't understand why, even disguised as a girl, other girls would still be interested in him.
He was currently thinking about one thing: whether or not to resist.
What move could he use to knock out Maqi, this Knight Apprentice?
‘Damn it... I'm good at killing, but knocking someone out is a bit harder...’
“Hahaha, alright, Sister Gelin, I'm not teasing you anymore, hurry up and change your clothes.” Maqi laughed as she looked at the ‘shy’ girl below her.
With that, she released the hand that had been propped on the wall and ruffled Ogre's hair. “It's truly enviable, even your hair quality is so good...”
‘Change clothes...’
Ogre glanced at the rather thick pajamas, then at Maqi, whose eyes were full of expectation...
No, what's so interesting about changing clothes?
It wouldn't be a problem for Ogre to change...
But with Maqi standing there watching, that would be a huge problem; one slip and he would be exposed.
Moreover, being constantly stared at made Ogre feel uneasy.
“Still shy, huh.”
Seeing Ogre remain somewhat still, Maqi chuckled lightly, then unfastened her own sleepwear without a care.
Maqi usually didn't wear sleepwear to bed.
As a Knight, she wasn't particularly bothered by the cold. She had only worn sleepwear before because she felt awkward walking around the attic without anything on.
‘Huh? Why is she taking off her clothes too?’
Ogre's large eyes widened further, and then he turned away.
It wasn't that Ogre was shy—after all, he had seen far more revealing sights in goblin nests.
It was just Maqi's whole demeanor.
It left Ogre temporarily unsure how to handle the situation.
‘I've got it.’
Seizing the moment while Maqi was undressing, Ogre picked up the pajamas from the side, opened the door, and walked out.
She came in, so he'd just go out. Problem solved.
Maqi: “Huh?”
She reached out, but didn't have the nerve to follow him directly.
“Am I really that scary?” Maqi muttered to herself, pulling down her pajama bottoms.
“Whatever, it's not like she can run far.”
Maqi naturally sat down on Ogre's bed and lifted her bare feet.
“What a shy child.”
Maqi licked her lips, then put her hands down. “Never mind, I won't play those games. Can't lead Sister Gelin astray.”
...
“Whew...”
At this moment, Ogre, carrying the pajamas and walking down from the attic, let out a sigh of relief.
Maqi's reckless behavior had completely unnerved him.
He had to worry about not being exposed, and also waste a night's worth of sitting meditation time...
Most importantly, he always felt a sense of...
Being watched?
‘I hope it's just my imagination.’ Ogre pushed open the changing room on the first floor of the attic.
He then removed the female clothing he was wearing.
The skirt, top, waist cincher, ties, hair accessories... and pantyhose similar to stockings.
It was worth noting.
Although Ogre had indicated he didn't possess ‘those things,’ Mima still prepared a bra for him and advised him to wear it—to aid in his future development.
“Women's clothes are really inconvenient...” Ogre muttered, tugging at the only remaining underwear he had on.
Then he looked at the pajamas beside him.
Women's pajamas weren't much different from dresses.
Fortunately, with winter approaching, the pajamas were thick, which was a small comfort to Ogre.
It was better than the extremely thin sleepwear for summer.
After tying the waist tie to secure them, Ogre, wearing slippers, picked up the clothes he had just taken off.
‘What should I do next...’ Ogre now had a headache.
He didn't understand why Eve was also staying here and had taken up a room... forcing him to confront Maqi.
For an entire night, Ogre couldn't imagine what that erratic girl would do to him.
She was already daring to pinch and poke him during the day; what would she do at night?
But not going back... didn't seem possible either.
That would definitely arouse suspicion.
It was supposed to be his room... how did it turn into this?
‘Whatever... I'll improvise later.’ Ogre thought long and hard but couldn't come up with a solution.
In the end, he could only reluctantly choose to go upstairs—this was a critical period, and he couldn't afford to raise any suspicion during this time...
Otherwise, things with Fula would become troublesome, and all his plans would be ruined.
‘I hope Maqi can be a little more normal.’ Ogre thought to himself as he carried his changed clothes and ascended the stairs in his slippers.
Soon, he arrived on the third floor.
Ogre reached out and cautiously tried to push the bedroom door open.
‘Good, Maqi didn't close the door.’
After pushing the door open, Ogre didn't see Maqi—he only saw a raised blanket.
It looked like she had already gone to bed?
Ogre quietly stepped into the room, only to be met by a soft embrace.
“Got you!”
Maqi, now clad only in thin undergarments, picked up the girl who was shorter than herself.
“Hehehe, little princess, you can't run now. Come and attend me in bed.” Maqi teased, leaning her head close to Ogre's ear.
He wondered where she had learned such things.
After her playful teasing, Maqi changed her embracing posture to a princess carry.
Just like that, Ogre was lifted up in a princess carry...
“Mm...”
Ogre had half a mind to struggle, but he was worried that his resistance might hurt Maqi, the girl holding him.
So, in the end, he meekly ‘complied.’
‘It's just being held... it's nothing.’ Ogre consoled himself.
He felt an unspeakable strangeness in his current posture...
“A little heavier than I thought, looks like you've been eating well...”
Holding the slightly ‘stiff’ girl in her arms, Maqi wore a smile of ‘successful conquest.’
It was just that the ‘girl's’ body was a bit stiffer than she'd imagined, unlike her previous girlfriends.
She took a sniff just now... and it seemed she smelled a little fragrant—so some people truly did smell good. Was it the legendary natural body fragrance?
Maqi used to think that so-called body fragrance was something noblewomen boasted about after marinating themselves in too much perfume.
After all, she had never smelled any fragrance on herself.
‘When will she put me down... I feel so uncomfortable.’
Ogre had never felt so ‘humiliated’ before...
If Folke and Lange ever found out about this, he'd be laughed to death...
This position offered absolutely no sense of security.
Where on earth did Maqi learn this...
‘Who knows who this beautiful girl will end up with... It's all my useless brother's fault for not winning her over with such good conditions...’
Maqi carried Ogre to the bed, then lifted his feet, removing his slippers, revealing Ogre's slender and elegant feet.
“Sister Gelin, your feet are truly beautiful... It's a pity I'm not a man, or I'd surely marry you.” Maqi chuckled teasingly.
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