The figures of witches were all extremely good. After the zipper was pulled down, the opening was pushed into a V-shape by the magnificent chest confined inside. Aiden could even see the black lace bra wrapping the snow-white round orbs inside.
Aiden silently swallowed a mouthful of saliva, of course, this was a normal physiological reaction, and just as he was preparing to ask in confusion why she did this, Jeanne suddenly raised her wine glass toward him, making a toasting gesture.
Aiden was stunned, immediately raised his glass and clinked it lightly with hers from a distance, then discovered that this time Jeanne's drinking action had nothing to do with elegance at all, but rather boldly tilted her head back and downed the beer in one go.
And this action caused some beer to overflow from the corners of her lips, then slid all the way down her swan-like delicate neck, and then, after passing an astonishingly arched high rise, it fell into a bottomless abyss.
Honestly speaking, this was a very seductive scene, at least that's how Aiden saw it. Especially seeing that the large patch of snow-white skin on Jeanne's chest, after being touched by the droplets of water, seemed to glow. He found that his eyes seemed unable to move away.
After that, Aiden thought sadly to himself, 'My willpower, which is like steel, seems to have weakened again!'
But even while thinking this in his heart, he still stared without blinking, because he felt like the silver-haired witch was deliberately letting him look. To continue pretending to be a gentleman at this point would be too fake.
Fortunately, it was still not off-work hours, so there weren't many customers in the bar, and the two of them were sitting in a corner of the bar, with a pillar blocking view. So this seductive scene was only seen by him.
And at this moment, after Jeanne put down the wine glass, she placed her finger on her chest, sliding upward along the trail of liquid that hadn't yet evaporated from the rising body temperature, and finally put her beer-soaked finger into her own mouth, while sucking on it, she looked at Aiden with a smiling gaze.
Seeing this movement, Aiden sucked in a cold breath; his heart seemed to skip a beat. He found it hard to imagine that after having had so many women, he could still be seduced by a woman's charm. But now, he was indeed captivated.
Feeling that if he kept looking, he might really be played in the palm of this witch's hand, Aiden forcibly shifted his gaze, then took a sip of beer, intending to let the cold liquid cool down his restless body.
However, alcohol, this kind of thing, is meant to spice things up at certain times. After a large gulp, even if it was beer, Aiden not only didn't calm down, but his heart became even more chaotic.
"Ahem, can you get me a glass of ice water?" Aiden asked after taking a deep breath, while looking at the silver-haired witch in front of him whose face was smiling even more now and whose eyes were filled with teasing.
Jeanne smiled and shook her head, "We came here to drink alcohol."
"But you don't seem to be here to drink alcohol." Aiden said discontentedly, then mimicked Jeanne and snapped his fingers, preparing to call for a glass of ice water himself.
The barmaid came over quickly, but before Aiden could speak, a single glance from Jeanne made the barmaid leave again.
Of course, this wasn't because the two had telepathy, but because the silver-haired witch used demonic power.
Then Jeanne emphasized again, "We're here to drink alcohol. Besides, you promised to treat me to drinks. Don't tell me you want to go back on your word?"
Toward the end, a look of contempt appeared in Jeanne's eyes.
"Mainly, I'm afraid you'll suffer a loss." Aiden immediately changed his words. He needed to seize the initiative.
"I think you're afraid you'll be the one to suffer a loss, right?" The witch's gaze was extremely aggressive, and as if to reinforce it, she even leaned forward a little, adding a hint of aggression to her posture.
At this moment, Aiden already didn't know where his eyes should look, but Jeanne's words made him a bit displeased. What did she mean by afraid of suffering a loss? A man and a woman alone together, who suffers a loss in the end still remains to be seen.
So, Aiden's eyes no longer avoided, he stared straight at Jeanne's chest, which had been revealed quite a bit because she leaned forward.
Under Aiden's scorching gaze, even the outgoing silver-haired witch couldn't handle it. The emotion of shyness kept invading her mind, making her heart itchy, and her body temperature soared rapidly. The exposed snow-white skin gradually became tinted with a flush of red.
She felt like she might've fallen in love with this feeling of intense shyness. Of course, only when facing the man in front of her.
No one knew how much time passed, anyway, time flowed quickly, but neither of the two backed down, just looking at each other like that.
At this time, Aiden caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye that a few guests were walking toward their direction. He had no choice but to surrender first and said, "Sit properly. Someone's coming."
The silver-haired witch naturally sensed it, but upon hearing Aiden's reminder, she revealed a victorious winner's smile, then pulled her zipper up a little, covering that glimpse of black and white allure.
The drinking still continued, just didn't know how many cups had been gone through, anyway Aiden and Jeanne both didn't count, just knew the surrounding tables had already turned over several times.
However, although drank a lot of alcohol, the two people basically didn't have much drunkenness, jokingly, one was someone whose physical quality counted as superhuman even without activating a profession, one was a witch who had lived for several hundred years.
If just drinking some beer could make them drunk, then wouldn't that be even worse than some ordinary people who had good drinking capacity?
"The last sip, after drinking should go back home separately, it's not early anymore." Aiden looked at the beer cup in front of him, inside still had one sip's amount.
Honestly speaking, he rather disliked drinking beer, not to mention bloating the stomach, also had to frequently go to the restroom, from the beginning to now, he already didn't know how many times he had gone, he felt like half of tonight's time was spent in the toilet.
Then he secretly glanced at Jeanne's lower abdomen, there was still flat as before. He somewhat sighed in his mind.
He also didn't know whether this woman had strong endurance or what, she actually hadn't gone to the toilet even once, could it be really like that saying, women are made of water, so those beers merged with her as one?
The silver-haired witch didn't notice Aiden's gaze. Although she was not drunk, she also entered a slightly tipsy state, and because of the slight intoxication, her reddened cheeks made her look dazzlingly radiant.
She supported her chin with one hand, raised the cup with the other, swirling the remaining liquid inside, silver-grey eyes looked at Aiden, then said, "Go home? Didn't you just arrive in this city, go back to which home?"
"So that's why I said it's not early anymore, if we keep drinking, I'm afraid even finding a hotel would be hard." Aiden also mimicked Jeanne's posture, supported his chin, only his other hand gently tapped the table, producing a rhythmic sound.
"Right, Miss Jeanne, didn't you say before, to help me find a place to live?" Aiden said again.
"Did I? Ah, seems like there was such a thing." Jeanne put on an expression like she had just remembered, then said, "But at this time, the landlady should already be asleep, if you want to rent a room, you'll have to wait until tomorrow."
"No problem, tonight I can make do with a hotel." Aiden indifferently said, "It's just a matter of going out and hailing a car."
"No need to waste money." Jeanne suddenly said with a smile, "My house has extra rooms, tonight you can stay at my house, we can co-rent, no, cohabit. How is it? Isn't it very tempting?"
The witch's proactive invitation caught Aiden a bit off guard, but he had to admit, he was indeed tempted, because the other party spoke too ambiguously, directly using the word cohabit.
However, although tempted, Aiden's mouth was still stubborn as he said, "So you really were eyeing me."
Jeanne still smiled again, "From the first moment I saw you, I was already eyeing you."
Witches are rarely moved by humans, but once moved, they will launch the fiercest offensive.
Aiden stubbornly said again, "Your words are making me a bit scared. I need to think this over carefully."
"No problem. Before you think it through, we can sleep in separate rooms."
Jeanne's words left Aiden a bit stunned, "Wait, just now your meaning was, tonight you already wanted to do those things loved by the public with me?"
"Not that fast. I just want to try, what it feels like to sleep hugging a man. But since you're not ready yet, then we can only sleep separately first." Jeanne shrugged.
Hearing this, Aiden deliberately showed a regretful expression, "If that's the case, seems like I missed something just now?"
"Indeed, but now regretting is already too late. I also feel I'm not ready yet. So even if you agree now, it's not possible anymore." Jeanne smiled sweetly as she looked at the man before her, "So next time when you hear me say such things, you can just directly agree."
Aiden gently nodded to her, "I think… I will."
Then, he raised his beer cup, finished the remaining liquid in one gulp, then said to Jeanne, "Let's go, take me to your home."
"Now that's more like it. I like proactive men." Jeanne happily nodded, also finished her own drink.
Afterwards, Aiden took out a 500 euro bill and placed it on the table, then left the beer tavern together with Jeanne.
Coming out of the tavern, Jeanne directly walked towards her motorcycle. After sitting on it, she found Aiden was still standing in place, not getting on.
Jeanne slightly narrowed her silver eyes carrying traces of drunkenness and asked, "What? Regretting? Or suddenly feeling that we've only known each other for a few hours and you're worried I'll be bad to you?"
'If you hadn't mentioned it, I really almost forgot, after all, you're now under Baldr's command…' Aiden thought, but that wasn't the main issue. He slightly shook his head and said, "You drank. We'd better take a taxi."
He habitually substituted it with his real-world habits.
"I'm not that easily drunk. Besides, if we take a taxi, am I supposed to leave my beloved motorcycle here? Please, sir from the East, I don't know how the public security is on your side, but here, if I come back tomorrow, I'll have to go to the second-hand market to look for my motorcycle."
"And if I'm late, I might even have to figure out how to reassemble it. Of course, the worst possibility is that I won't find my bike at all the next day." The silver-haired witch said unkindly.
"You don't plan to use magic on it?" Aiden said helplessly.
"This city has some people whose abilities I basically don't understand. Maybe they don't use magic, but they can find someone to undo the magic I put on the motorcycle. Although very rare, but I don't want to bet."
Jeanne touched her motorcycle, snorted softly and said, "Just like twenty years ago, I finally saved enough to buy a motorcycle, but it got stolen, and I never got it back."
Hearing this, Aiden's attention shifted, somewhat surprised, "Teacher's salary is that low?"
"You should ask why taxes here are that high. Also, teachers' salaries are very high, but I also have to buy some women's necessities, just like this coat I'm wearing, it cost me an entire month's salary." Jeanne started pouring out her bitterness.
Aiden didn't expect witches to also worry about money, but after thinking it over, he felt it was normal. Now maybe only she and Bayonetta were left among witches.
Without the support of a huge family, it was normal to live frugally. Not to mention, judging from the way witches are portrayed in games, their love for beauty far exceeds that of ordinary women, so their spending was also extravagant.
"Alright then, let's take the motorcycle. But be careful not to hit anyone." Aiden compromised. Anyway, looking at Jeanne's condition, she didn't seem drunk to the point of losing consciousness.
Then, Aiden also got on the motorcycle, and his hands naturally wrapped around Jeanne's waist.
Jeanne looked down, this time Aiden was wrapping around her waist, so she could feel the man's firm chest completely pressing against her back.
'As I thought, I don't reject him, even such intimate actions…' Jeanne thought.
The house Jeanne rented was on the other side of the city, where there were large areas of apartment buildings. Just like in many countries, a portion of the apartment buildings here were owned by the local natives.
On the way there, Jeanne brought up this matter in conversation. She said the husband of the landlady of the apartment building she lived in used to be a descendant of an old Junker noble, the kind whose ancestors had entered the customs with Bismarck.
So, after the local government expropriated the land that belonged to their ancestors, that couple directly got rich and simply bought a few apartment buildings to collect rent.
She was very envious of this, because after living for so many years, she had never thought about getting a few plots of land for herself back when most parts of continental Europe were still a barren wasteland, otherwise, she wouldn't have to be a witch who still pitifully needed to find a job to work. How nice it would be to just be a landlady collecting rent.
Aiden quietly listened to Jeanne pouring out her bitterness. He found it very interesting, because it was hard to imagine that a witch would still have these kinds of ordinary worries just like normal humans, this greatly exceeded his expectations.
Of course, Aiden still felt Jeanne was too casual, because he remembered that the witch clans used to have territories in Europe.
However, Aiden thought about how now there were only a few witches still surviving in the world, after the clan's destruction, probably no land deeds or proof had been left behind.
Even if they wanted to reclaim their family's territory, there was probably nowhere to file a lawsuit, since in this day and age, the countries where the witches' ancestral lands used to be probably wouldn't agree either.
Just like that, as they chatted, the motorcycle quickly passed through more than half the city and arrived at the place where Jeanne lived.
Parking the motorcycle in the parking lot, Jeanne brought Aiden into an apartment building, and they took the elevator to the fifth floor.
"Welcome to my home, mm, in the future, you can say it's your home too. What a pity I didn't prepare champagne, or else we could have had a celebration party. I hope you don't mind," Jeanne said as she opened the door and turned sideways toward Aiden who was taking off his shoes.
Her mood was surprisingly good, her tone very light, and she even added a bit of humor.
While taking off his shoes, Aiden looked around the room and responded when he heard her, "You are the host, I'm the guest, how could I possibly mind?"
Jeanne raised a single slender, fair finger and gently waved it at him, "I already said, this place will also be your home from now on. You're also the host now."
"So you don't need to be so polite anymore," Aiden said with a smile. Then he walked in barefoot, he hadn't found a pair of slippers he could wear… Of course, if he were willing to wear one of the several pairs of clearly feminine slippers placed by the door, then actually, he would still have plenty of options.
After all, those few pairs of women's slippers were all very cartoonish.
Looking at the barefoot Aiden, Jeanne propped up her chin and muttered, "I never thought before that a man would one day live in my house. Looks like tomorrow I'll have to go buy you a pair of slippers. No, not just slippers, also clothes. My god, Aiden, your fashion sense is really a complete mess."
Hearing Jeanne's words, Aiden looked down in confusion at his own outfit. This outfit had been matched for him by Scarlett.
Scarlett, who had only been in the real world for just over a month, had already bought enough fashion magazines to fill half a room. Her fashion sense was far better than Roberta's, who used to be in charge of Aiden's daily life, but in Jeanne's mouth, it had become a complete mess.
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